Xianhong Road

Chapter 583 Blood Pact (End)

Invincible for half a day.

Backed by the vast natural force of heaven and earth, even if Yang Fan faced the three major monks at the same time, or even an army of [-] monks, he could be at ease.

Although it may not be possible to truly achieve it, this momentum and belief have already overwhelmed the entire Peacock Temple's [-] troops and hundreds of high-level troops, including the three major monks, the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The three major monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty were several miles behind, and the remaining army of hundreds of thousands of monks gradually approached.

They were all behind, watching silently, dead silent.

It seems that only Yang Fan's power alone, with the majesty of the world, overwhelmed a hundred thousand monks.

Thousands of troops are useless.

In Yang Fan's words: crowd tactics are meaningless.

This is a kind of height, a realm, and a level of transcendence.

Unless there is Huashen in person, even if it is one, it is impossible for Yang Fan to make such wild words.

This gap between spiritual levels is difficult to make up with quantity.

The three celestial masters of the barbarians had serious expressions on their faces, but they definitely would not admit defeat easily, and their bodies slowly rose to the point of strength.

The three celestial masters join forces, even if they come in person at the stage of transformation, they may not be without the power to resist.

"Return all..."

At this moment, a long sigh came from the Peacock Temple.

This voice came from the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

"Master Demon Emperor..."

The complexion of the three celestial masters changed slightly, a little unwilling.

Regardless of whether it is the Black Wind Demon Emperor or the three great celestial masters, in fact, they are all at the same level.

All the gaps are caused by the talents of the skills and the magic weapons.

"The situation is gone, surrender."

The voice of the Black Wind Demon Emperor was weak, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.

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At this moment, Saintess Yehan flew out from the Peacock Temple, her face was pale and she was seriously injured.

All the Nascent Souls on the field could feel the weakening of her aura.

As time goes by, the power of Peacock Immortal Driver will gradually lose.

And Saintess Yehan's cultivation level will also drop a little due to the actual situation.

After all, it is an external force imposed on it forcibly, and what is created is also a false realm.

Following the Black Wind Demon Emperor's words, the entire Peacock Temple, one hundred thousand monks, and hundreds of high-ranking officials all lost their faith and courage to fight.

Including the three monks and saints.

Because, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is no different from a god in the eyes of countless monks of the Xishan barbarians.

This is as if Yang Fan is the soul of the Northern Qin Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance at the moment.

Once Yang Fan dies, the alliance of the Thirteen Kingdoms will surely collapse.

In the same way, when the Black Wind Demon Emperor conceded defeat, the entire barbarians, including the last [-] elite monks, lost their faith and courage.

However, the three barbarian celestial masters were somewhat unwilling, and had some objections to the decision of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

After all, the Saintess Yehan at this moment can compete with Yang Fan.

"Hehe, His Majesty the Demon Emperor's decision is very wise."

Yang Fan said in admiration.

A trace of bitterness and helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and he sighed: "I heard that your Excellency deduces the exercises by yourself, and your senses reach the world. Now it seems that it is really shocking the past and the present."

"However, this emperor can also see that the world you merged with is only incomplete, and you can't stay away from the ground, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, Yang would have already reached the Nascent Soul Stage."

Yang Fan smiled.

"This emperor represents the nine tribes of the barbarians, and has already surrendered. Dare I ask Fellow Daoist Yang, can you enter at will with such magical powers that can reach half the world?"

At a certain moment, the black wind demon emperor's eyes flickered, staring at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled frankly: "No, unless I can advance to the late Yangen stage."

"Sure enough, this emperor feels that this matter is strange. If Fellow Daoist Yang can really master this kind of supernatural power, the previous battles would not need to be so troublesome."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor felt a little more comfortable.

Yang Fan also knows very well that being able to control the half-day human mode this time is inspired by a coincidence.

The gathering of the spiritual will of the [-] troops before stimulated his spiritual will, thus making it possible to touch this level.

It may be very difficult to enter this half-day human mode with absolute control anytime and anywhere.

But Yang Fan can be sure that with the growth of the soul root, when he is promoted to the later stage, this state will become a reality.

Soon, an army of hundreds of thousands of monks from Northern Qin surrounded the Peacock Temple.

"You can ask for any conditions, Fellow Daoist Yang. As long as it is not a condition such as the destruction of the race, the emperor can try his best to agree."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor said lightly.

Yang Fan turned his attention to the monks in Northern Qin Dynasty.

There was a lot of discussion among the high-level officials in Beiqin, and various conditions were put forward.

Even in the process, these monks had some disputes.

Yang Fan only listened and frowned.

These Nascent Soul powerhouses represented the major forces in Northern Qin, and the various conditions they put forward were nothing more than seeking benefits for their own forces.

Suddenly, the Black Wind Demon Emperor said: "Sorry, we only accept the terms of Fellow Daoist Yang."

As soon as this statement came out, the high-level officials in Northern Qin were embarrassed.

"Why only accept my conditions?" Yang Fan was a little surprised.

"There are two reasons."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor said slowly: "First, in this battle of cultivating immortals, I just lost to Fellow Daoist Yang, and only the conditions you put forward can convince me and others. Second, I believe that Fellow Daoist Yang proposed The conditions allow me, a barbarian, to gain a foothold in Northern Qin."

"Are you so sure?" Yang Fan gave him a deep look.

He was curious about the second reason.

"My emperor and fellow Daoist Yang have also fought against each other, and I can understand some of the profound meanings in your exercises."

A smile appeared on the face of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

"Please speak." A strange color flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

"Your Excellency's Immortal Art, the realm is broad and inclusive, based on the natural life of heaven and earth. Am I right?"

The Black Wind Demon Emperor looked confident.

"Said it right."

Yang Fan's expression gradually became serious.

This Black Wind Demon Emperor is really extraordinary, whether it is vision, height, or strategy, he is superior to others.

"The realm is broad and inclusive, and based on the natural life of the heaven and earth, then the conditions proposed by Yang Daoyou will surely leave the last ray of life for my barbarian creatures, rather than truly exterminate them."

"Otherwise, the blood of my barbarian hundreds of thousands of monks will surely become a stain on your state of mind."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's voice was deep and powerful.

Yang Fan shrank his pupils, looked at him for a long time, and then said meaningfully: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, you have really worked hard."

"To each other." The Black Wind Demon Emperor smiled.

The two looked at each other, tacit understanding of each other.

However, Yang Fan felt the horror of the Black Wind Demon Emperor even more, and even started from the realm of his skills to seek a way out for his race.

However, when the nine barbarian tribes voluntarily surrendered, he had no intention of exterminating them all.

If they really went shopping, the vitality of the entire Northern Qin Dynasty would be severely damaged, and their strength would be emptied.If there are still foreign forces taking advantage of the vacancy, it will not be worth the loss.

"Okay, Yang's condition is that all the high-ranking and above existences of the Nine Clans of Xishan sign the soul blood contract, and they are not allowed to step into the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin during their lifetime."

Yang Fan spoke slowly, with a solemn tone, and his voice was so loud that hundreds of thousands of monks could hear it clearly.

After his words fell, no one dared to oppose the disobedience.

Now, he is completely standing on the northern Qin Yundian, looking down on the common people, and the only one who can confront him is the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

However, the Black Wind Demon Emperor has already lost, and he has also lost completely on the spiritual level. I am afraid that it will be difficult to defeat him in the future.

"The emperor agrees."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor nodded heavily,
Soon, hundreds of barbarians gathered together.

"It's time for you to refine the fellow Taoists with blood." Yang Fan turned his attention to the ancestor of the blood refiner.

The Patriarch Xue Lian nodded, took out a piece of blood-colored paper, and injected a wave of blood-colored light into it.

buzz~~~
The blood-colored paper floated in the air and expanded dozens of times.

During this process, the ancestor of Xue Lian typed out complicated formulas in his hands, which endowed the blood-colored textured paper with a certain power that touched the soul level.

At a certain moment, he bit his index finger and wrote a line on the blood-colored paper:

From today onwards, all the nine tribes in Xishan who signed this blood contract will not be allowed to enter the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty during their lifetime.If you violate this blood contract, your soul will explode and die.

At the bottom of the paper, the year, month and day are also marked.

After these dozens of characters were completed, Patriarch Xue Lian flexed his fingers, and the fonts shone with blood, and then retracted, engraved on them forever.

Then, he raised his hand a little, and the blood-colored textured paper floated above the Peacock Temple.

And read it aloud again: "From today onwards, all the nine tribes in Xishan who signed this blood contract will not be allowed to enter the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin for the rest of their lives. If they violate this blood contract, their souls will burst into blood and die."

"Everyone, please sign the blood contract."

With a smile in his eyes, Yang Fan swept towards the hundreds of high-ranking barbarians.

As long as these hundreds of seniors sign this blood contract, then within a thousand years, the barbarian monks will have no possibility of invading the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor bit his index finger, drew a formula in the void, and then printed a bloody fingerprint on the paper.

This is somewhat similar to secular painting, but more restrictive.

Once the blood contract is voluntarily signed, it must be abided by forever, otherwise the "blood explosion of the soul" on the blood contract will definitely be realized.

Afterwards, hundreds of barbarian monks, one by one, came up to print bloody fingerprints.

Every time one is successful, the blood-colored textured paper will bloom with a ray of soul fluctuation.

The whole process lasted for an hour, and the soul blood contract was finally completed.

As soon as the ancestor of blood refinement raised his hand, the blood-colored textured paper was rolled into a scroll and he held it in his hand.

After some discussion, the ancestor of Xue Lian handed over the soul blood contract scroll to Yang Fan: "Your fellow Daoist Yang, I will leave this to you for safekeeping."

His tone was solemn, expressing a kind of spiritual wish.

Yang Fan nodded, and put away the soul blood contract scroll.

He understands that if this volume is destroyed, the blood oath signed will lose its binding effect.

Therefore, this object must be kept by the most powerful person.

The Alliance of Thirteen Kingdoms in the Northern Qin Dynasty handed over such an important soul blood contract to Yang Fan for safekeeping, which was equivalent to admitting that he was the strongest in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor and others saw that the soul blood contract scroll had fallen into Yang Fan's hands, and the last glimmer of hope in their eyes was also extinguished.

May I ask Bei Qin, who can win this thing from Yang Fan?

(End of volume six)

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