Xianhong Road

Chapter 662 The Island Collapses (Third Watch)
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Under the gaze of thousands of monks, Nian Bing vomited blood, his face was pale, extremely embarrassing, and even more embarrassing.

Is it unwillingness and jealousy, or a desperate roar of falling into the abyss, questioning the injustice of the sky?

At this moment, anyone with a little scheming on the field could see his previous tricks.

However, everyone miscalculated Yun Yuxi's deep love, tolerance and understanding for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was moved in his heart, he held Yu Xi's hand tightly, and the two looked at each other, their hearts connected.

The two breaths of life that are close to each other linger in front of the two of them. They don't need thousands of words, but they have communicated and exchanged thousands of times in their minds and thoughts.

Perhaps the similarity and attraction of the two's skills meant that they were destined to be connected and have a good impression of each other as early as the first time they met.

At this moment, when Yang Fan and Yun Yuxi are together, one is handsome and elegant, the other is as quiet as a fairy, like a couple of gods and gods, which is enviable.

Even if they die, they will not give up on each other.

Nian Bing stared at the two of them, and the unwillingness and fear in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a stern and ruthless coldness, and he smiled mockingly: "Okay, a couple of dogs!! One is heartless and the other is obsessed with obsession. Since you are going to die, Nian XX I won't stop you, and I won't intercede for you..."

Swish! !

After saying this, his figure flickered, and he immediately retreated behind grandpa.

Because when he said the last thing, he suddenly felt a piercing chill, and felt the pressure of death in the depths of his soul.

The peace and calmness on Yang Fan's face disappeared, but was replaced by a coldness, and he just stared at Nian Bing.

Nian Bing hid behind his grandfather, and it stands to reason that he should have blocked this gaze.

However, those eyes that contained murderous intent appeared in his mind as if they had pierced through all obstacles.

Under such circumstances, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, who was a Nascent Soul cultivator, also had a cold war in his stature.

From the perspective of a third party, Yang Fan was staring at him, but he himself clearly felt that the other party was not looking at him.

Yang Fan's gaze seemed to penetrate his body, looking at another person.

This feeling made him shudder.

The field was dead silent.

Even though he was surrounded by thousands of monks and strong men at this moment, he still felt unprecedentedly isolated and helpless.

"It's unreasonable, this kid dares to insult the boss..."

Hu Fei was the first to react, his eyes were on fire, he stared at Nian Bing coldly, and was ready to do it.

But the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator rolled his eyes and was ready to take precautions.

For some reason, under the overwhelming advantage of thousands of monks, he didn't dare to take action easily, perhaps because of the extremely bad premonition in his heart.

"let me."

Yang Fan's voice was indifferent, short and powerful, putting great pressure on Nian Bing both physically and mentally.

"Hey, little boy, you are hopeless..."

Hu Fei curled his lips, looking at Nian Bing with the same eyes as a dead person.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's heart skipped a beat. From Hu Fei's various reactions, he faintly sensed that Yang Fan was not a simple person, and his strength definitely surpassed ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators and the like.

"You...what do you want?"

Nian Bing shivered, and said sternly: "This is the territory of our 'Three Sages', do you want to challenge thousands of monks on the field?"

Yang Fan smiled contemptuously, looked at him twice, and said indifferently: "Yang will also give you a chance to kowtow to plead guilty and apologize to Yuxi. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what do you want?"

The thunderous voice of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator stared straight at Yang Fan with a cold look in his eyes: "Your Excellency, don't you really take this old man and the whole 'Three Sages School' seriously?"

"So what?" Yang Fan Gujing said calmly, "The three of us have just arrived in Guizong, isn't the Great Elder the same, and even wants to kick us out?"

"you……"

The tone of the purple-robed old Confucianism cultivator was stifled.

When Yang Fan and the others first arrived at Sanling Mountain, they didn't have much hostility, they just wanted to visit and inquire about Deng Shiyao's whereabouts.

On the other hand, the purple-robed old Confucianism cultivator refused without saying a word, and walked out.

"Since that's the case, Your Excellency the Great Elder, do you still expect Yang to put you in his eyes?"

Yang Fan smiled sarcastically.

"Hey, little old man, tell your grandson to kowtow to apologize, or don't blame us brothers for demolishing your 'Sanling Mountain'."

Hu Fei never forgets to add oil and vinegar, as long as he can fight, of course he likes it.

As soon as these words came out, a nameless fire arose in the heart of the Zipao old Confucian cultivator: It is simply unreasonable that two nameless boys want to tear down their entire Sanling Mountain?

"Kowtow to apologize? Impossible! This old man will never allow it. Not only that, if you don't apologize to our Sanling Mountain cultivators today, you will never get out of here."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator scolded angrily, his voice trembling slightly.

"Grandpa is right. I will never apologize. Otherwise, wouldn't I be afraid of the three of you who are just three of you?"

Nian Bing said righteously and impassionedly.

"Brother Yang, forget it, let's go..." Yun Yuxi felt a little uneasy.

"Come if you want, leave if you want? If you don't apologize to our four major sects in Sanling Mountain, you will never leave alive."

One of the middle-aged Confucian students held a folding fan and sneered.

Swish! !

Nian Bing flashed out from behind his grandfather again, and said confidently: "It's best to capture these three alive and torture them..."

"To shut up--"

A trace of impatience finally flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the earthy halo flowed around his body, and a strange and dangerous wave rippled out.

"not good!!"

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator secretly shouted that something was wrong, but it was already too late.

I saw Nian Bing's expression froze, his body stiffened quickly, and then the entire crystal petrified, becoming a humanoid statue.

The whole process took less than one breath, and thousands of monks were dumbfounded, almost watching Nian Bing being petrified.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, frightened and angry, flashed over, with one hand on Nian Bing's petrified body, purple energy surged, but it didn't work, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

"Hehe, there's no need to try it. Yang's unique improved petrification technique cannot be resolved unless he is in the stage of transforming into a god. With his cultivation strength, you can only extend his life for two months at most."

Yang Fan smiled lightly.

"Brother." Nian Wei turned pale, stretched out her arms to hug the stone sculpture that her younger brother had turned into, and looked at Yang Fan with hatred.

"Grandpa, you must save brother!!" Nian Wei said anxiously.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator looked at it for a moment, his face was gloomy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Obviously, he couldn't do anything about it.

After a while, he took a deep breath, and glanced coldly at the three of Yang Fan: "In that case, I can only capture the three of you first."

After all, he slowly raised one hand, tens of thousands of monks in the sky, their nerves were tense, their eyes were sharp, and the powerful oppressive aura contained the audience.

The three of Yang Fan immediately endured the terrifying coercion of thousands of monks like mountains and seas.

Under such circumstances, no matter how powerful Yang Fan and Hu Fei were, their expressions were extremely dignified and they did not dare to take it lightly.

Even if one's cultivation has reached the stage of becoming a true god, it is impossible for one person to resist the attacks of thousands of monks. Doing so will only lead to death! !

At this moment, the three of them were in such a desperate situation. Under normal circumstances, the chance of escape would not exceed [-]%, let alone fighting against these thousands of monks.

"Shi Yao, I'm sorry..."

Yang Fan murmured to himself, his voice suddenly turned cold, and in a thought, the aura of life in the vast world within a thousand miles swept and surged, the entire Sanling Mountain shook and trembled under his feet, and huge waves surged in the nearby sea area.

A wave of power from the vast world, in the name of Yang Fan, overwhelmed the entire Sanling Mountain.

The countless life streams between the heaven and the earth resonate and connect, merging with the green species of life in his body.

The pulse of the earth, connected through the soul root, is also in harmony with the beating of the green species of life.

With the green seed of life as the source of power, and the root of the soul as the tentacles, you can grasp your own half of the world.

Yang Fan easily stepped into the half-heaven mode in an instant, and the endless majestic momentum came from the half of the world where he was.

The entire Sanling Mountain, the four major Confucian sects, tens of thousands of monks, all felt a sense of powerlessness suffocated by it.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator and other high-ranking Nascent Souls all changed their colors. Just as they were about to make a move, the world was turbulent, and the entire Sanling Mountain shook even more violently, and the sound of "click" breaking was faintly heard.

"Get down for me!!"

Yang Fan's voice came from the void of heaven and earth, and as soon as the voice fell, a terrifying gravity descended.

Boom~~~~
In an area, with Yang Fan as the center, hundreds of monks within a radius of one hundred feet all fell to the ground, and even the high-ranking Nascent Soul couldn't compete.

"not good--"

Everyone exclaimed, falling to the ground one by one, feeling the sloshing of the ground, and standing unsteadily.

Only the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator of Nascent Soul Great Cultivator barely supported himself in mid-air, with inexplicable horror in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Fan sneered, and concentrated all the gravity in the area on him alone.

Boom~~~Bang! !

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator fell to the ground like a stone, his face was pale, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, he stared in disbelief, and said in horror, "Stop—"

The entire Sanling Mountain was trembling, and the formation around the island was also in jeopardy. If this trend continued, their proud sea habitat would collapse and sink.

At that time, there will be no place to stay in the vast sea, and the four major sects on this island will all exist in name only.

"stop!!!"

The old Confucian cultivator in purple robe trembled and shouted angrily, his figure swayed with the ground, his words were full of helplessness and fear.

The entire Sanling Island was in a doomsday state. Countless monks trembled in fear and were at a loss. The entire island was about to collapse.

"Aren't you a lot of people, playing crowd tactics?"

Yang Fan stood on the ground with his hands behind his back, and the entire floating ten-mile island trembled under his feet.

At this moment, his stalwart figure appeared tall and tall amidst the roar of the hurricane and the roar of the waves...

In a small human body, there can be a natural power equivalent to heaven and earth, and with the power of a god, it makes all the ants tremble and worship under their feet.

"No—stop, stop!!"

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator screamed angrily, his eyes were full of fear and shock, and his voice was trembling.

And beside him, his granddaughter Nianwei, and the rest of the high-ranking Nascent Souls were all pale and terrified.

Can such power still be possessed by "human beings"?

Facing the roar and exclamation of the purple-robed old Confucian scholar, Yang Fan was unmoved, and his tone was indifferent: "Are you ordering me? If so, Yang will cause the entire Sanling Mountain island to collapse, sink into the deep sea, and be removed from the Tianqin Inner Sea! !!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire Sanling Mountain shook suddenly, and there was only a "click", and a crack spread for several miles.

"No, it's about to collapse—"

The entire island screamed in chaos, like the end of the world.

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