Xianhong Road

Chapter 582

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In Yang Fan's eyes, the distance of one hundred feet is just one inch and one step.

The legendary supernatural power was truly demonstrated in him, which immediately shocked the audience.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor was suffocated, his eyes were gloomy and uncertain, looking at the stalwart figure in the distance that fits half of the world and is backed by the natural power of the vast world.

With a calm and breezy attitude, Yang Fan stepped forward with ease.

One step away, but easily spanning a distance of hundreds of feet, this is more chic and comfortable than the short-distance movement of Xiangyun boots.

Yang Fan put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, stepped on the pulse of the earth, and stepped towards the Saintess Yehan.

In terms of power level, he is still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and he does not seem to be stronger than Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

However, the spiritual artistic conception lingering around him has merged into half of the world, and he has mastered the initiative. Backed by the vast natural force between the heaven and the earth, the power is endless and inexhaustible.

With him as the center, within a radius of four to five hundred miles, countless life streams between heaven and earth resonate and connect, forming a "bridge" that penetrates heaven and earth in the dark.

The feet seem to have roots, and the endless earth seems to be a part of his body.

Boom!

bang bang!bang bang...

The green species of life has become the form of a heart, beating with a strange and unpredictable rhythm, which fits with the pulse of the earth.

Since he couldn't master the active mode of heaven and man, Yang Fan simply used the green seed of life as the source of power, and the soul root as the tentacles to control his own half of the world.

half day mode.

It belongs to Yang Fan's own half of the world.

As long as he is still near the ground, he can clearly grasp the initiative of this mysterious state.

"Yang Fan? You are not seriously injured... how is it possible?"

There was inexplicable horror in Yehan's beautiful eyes, and she carefully observed Yang Fan's complexion.

Yang Fan looked pale, and his vitality was indeed seriously injured, but it was not as serious as he imagined.

Moreover, when he was in a mysterious state at the moment, the lost vitality, essence and blood recovered at an incredible speed.

Of course, most of the credit should be attributed to the majestic vitality contained in Yang Fan's green seed of life, as well as the life force of Xianhong green land.

If this trend continues, Yang Fan will be able to return to his normal state within half a day.

"How is it possible... How can there be such a fast recovery speed in the world? Could it be that he has a fairy physique?"

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's eyes flickered, and a bad omen faintly appeared in his heart.

Under a mysterious mental fluctuation, the environment within hundreds of miles has undergone an unfathomable change.

The three celestial masters and the three monks who were fighting stopped at the same time, distanced themselves, and watched the situation over there.

Shi Qianhan was defeated, that's right.

However, Yang Fan in a brand new state appeared in everyone's field of vision.

In the Peacock Temple, one hundred thousand monks and all the high-ranking monks were all stunned.

At this moment, he seemed to be the center of the world.

Yang Fan stood under Saintess Yehan, with a medium-term cultivation level, and looked up at the powerful existence whose cultivation level was approaching the transformation stage.

However, in his eyes, Saintess Yehan was no longer scary.

He seemed to have a strong belief that even if the real stage of transformation came in person, he might not be unable to resist one or two.

"Hurry up and break his realm!"

The Black Wind Demon Emperor came to his senses for the first time, and his spiritual consciousness transmitted his voice.

Holy Maiden Yehan also suddenly realized that if Yang Fan could really regain his strength, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill him with the opponent's strong defense and means.

Thinking of this, his bright eyes turned cold, and seven beams of light of different colors shot out from his hands, forming a brilliant beam of light, condescending, and hitting the area where Yang Fan was.

Yang Fan glanced coldly, and spread his arms, his skin was condensed with a glass-like khaki crystal luster, giving people a sense of solidity as hard as iron.

Boom~~
Brilliant beams of destructive power bombarded his arms.

Yang Fan's figure flickered, and the khaki crystal luster around him suddenly dimmed.

However, with the turbulent vast natural force between the day and the earth, the light on his body returned to its original state, and became more dazzling and compelling.

Yang Fan in this state, backed by heaven and earth, has inexhaustible power.

At the height of the realm, he is almost comparable to the existence of the God Transformation Stage, and even more mysterious.

Yang Fan was safe and sound after receiving the full blow of Saintess Yehan, but the ground under his feet was cracked, spreading across a radius of several tens of feet.

Most of the power is guided by him into the half of the world that he fits into.

In Ye Han's pretty eyes, there was a questioning in astonishment.

In the Peacock Temple, there were many high-ranking barbarians with stiff expressions on their faces.

From a distance, that figure is as small as a black spot, but it brings oppression as heavy as Mount Tai.

huh~~~
Yang Fan suddenly took a breath.

Suddenly, the world was in turmoil, and the aura throbbed uneasy.

The overwhelming power, in the name of the half of the world where he is, is oppressing the Saintess Yehan.

Yehan's pretty face turned red, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Although in terms of strength level, the other party did not surpass her.

But at this moment, all her actions are obstructed, repelled and suppressed by this half of the world.

Not to bear the power of Yang Fan, but to bear the oppression of the vast natural forces of the world.

With his hands behind his back, Yang Fan looked at the Peacock Temple guarded by [-] monks.

In an instant, the holy temple, which covered hundreds of miles, was filled with the coercion of heaven and earth.

This coercion and endless power did not come from Yang Fan, but from the world behind him.

Hundreds of thousands of monks trembled under this endless power.

plop plop...

Countless low-level monks fell to the ground and surrendered to the heaven and earth.

There are even a few high-ranking people whose legs can't help but bend, and their faces are flushed red.

Dead silence, depression, fear, surrender, looking up...

"You are not my opponent...Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

Yang Fan stood proudly between the sky and the earth with his hands behind his back, not only speaking to Ye Han, but also demonstrating to the entire Peacock Temple.

"I don't believe it, the power you possess is no stronger than mine."

The Saintess Yehan gritted her teeth, and cast all kinds of supernatural powers and spells on Yang Fan.

As she said, in terms of power level, Yang Fan is still at the Nascent Soul level, and he is definitely not stronger than her.

However, in front of Yang Fan, all her attacks seemed insignificant.

In everyone's eyes, Yang Fan is no longer alone, as if he has become the spokesperson of the world.

"Is it enough?"

At a certain moment, Yang Fan's eyes flashed coldly.

"Hmph, what can you do to me?" Saintess Yehan's eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Let you experience the power of nature."

Yang Fan let out a breath suddenly.

woohoo~~~
Suddenly, a violent hurricane was born between the sky and the earth, sweeping across hundreds of miles.

Dark clouds rolled, sand and stones flew, the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the sky and the earth changed color.

Saintess Yehan's complexion changed, and she felt that the power of the world's agitation was oppressing her.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and he raised his hand and struck across the air.

A big yellow-green gleaming palm condensed from the void, and slapped Saintess Yehan fiercely.

This palm obviously looked very slow, but Saintess Yehan couldn't dodge it.

In her feeling, this palm condensed a powerful oppression between heaven and earth, and there was no way to hide.

She snorted coldly, thousands of rays of light bloomed from the peacock's crown above her head, and a lifelike phantom of a peacock rushed towards her.

Such a blow is gorgeous and dazzling, and its power has reached the point where it is infinitely close to the stage of becoming a god.

Bang! ——

The brilliant and dazzling peacock phantom immediately shattered, and thousands of rays of light were torn apart.

Saintess Yehan snorted, her pretty face turned pale, she held back a mouthful of blood in her throat, and her delicate body dangled in the void.

"I said before, you are not Yang's opponent."

Yang Fan walked towards the Peacock Temple like a stroll in the courtyard, stepping on the pulse of the earth.

Due to the gap in power level, although he can win the Saintess Yehan steadily, he also knows that it will be difficult to kill her at this moment.

"why?"

Saintess Yehan stared blankly at him.

"Although your level of power is high, it is ultimately a personal power. How can you fight against the heavens and the earth? Besides, with your level of power, you still can't master such a level of power."

Yang Fan looked back, the corner of his mouth pursed into a sneer.

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly towards the Peacock Temple.

Every step you take is a hundred feet away. The powerful oppression, guided by him, comes from heaven and earth, making the [-] monks in the Peacock Temple almost breathless.

"stop!!"

Ye Han shouted softly, waved her jade hand, and a beam of seven-color light bombarded him.

"Are you looking for death?"

A sullen look appeared on Yang Fan's face.

Following his anger, the sky and the earth rolled with dark clouds, oppressing towards Yehan.

Immediately, a golden feather fan appeared in his hand, which was suddenly split apart and turned into a golden light blade, forming a pair of golden wings behind his back.

The silver glow of the Xiangyun boots trembled under his feet.

Chilla-

With a flash of gold and silver in front of his eyes, Ye Han felt a figure approaching him.

With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, Yang Fan's speed of disdain for Bei Qin doubled again, so fast that even she had no time to react.

Pa~~~~
With a palm, it hit her defensive layer.

Whoosh——

The body of Holy Maiden Yehan shone with seven-color rays of light, and was slapped away by Yang Fan.

And in an instant, the defensive layer around her body was broken, her dress was broken in many places, and she vomited blood.

boom -

The delicate body of Saint Yehan crashed into the temple, pierced through several walls, and fell to the ground miserably.

"Cough cough..."

Saintess Yehan vomited blood again and again, barely got up from the ground, and looked at the figure the size of a black spot in the distance with a horrified gaze.

boom!boom!boom! ...

Every time Yang Fan takes a step, he steps on the pulse of the earth.

The entire Peacock Temple trembled under his feet.

boom!boom!
Every time you take a step, the Peacock Temple will shake slightly.

With such a gesture, Yang Fan slowly approached the Peacock Temple.

One hundred thousand monks, including the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and all the high-ranking Nascent Souls were silent.

Now in the entire Peacock Temple, I am afraid that no one can compete with him.

The only possible Black Wind Demon Emperor was severely injured and unable to fight.

"stop--"

The three barbarian masters flew towards Yang Fan.

The three monks of Beiqin were just about to stop them, but they stopped suddenly, looked at each other, and looked at Yang Fan with horror.

The three celestial masters of the barbarians stood in front of Yang Fan.

The three big monks united with FAW, trying to stop Yang Fan's pace.

No matter how strong Yang Fan is, he is only in the Nascent Soul stage, and it is impossible to match the three major monks at the same time.

With his hands behind his back, Yang Fan stared at the three major monks and the Peacock Temple behind them, and smiled: "Human sea tactics are meaningless."

These eight words hit their chests like a heavy hammer.

The faces of the three celestial masters froze. Yang Fan was on par with them in terms of strength, but he controlled half of the world, making them invulnerable.

Even if the three celestial masters join forces, they can't do anything to each other.

Unless the God Transformation Stage comes in person, Yang Fan is invincible.

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(End of this chapter)