Xianhong Road

Chapter 663 The Deterrence of the Strongest
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The entire "Sanling Mountain" suddenly shook, and a chasm that was several kilometers long opened from under Yang Fan's feet.

"No, it's about to collapse—"

He closed his eyes, and stood quietly on the unprecedentedly chaotic, doomsday-like island fortress. He heard the panicked screams of countless monks, and felt the trembling of the ground under his feet.

Invincible for half a day.

Control your own half of the world, relying on the vast power of the world as your backing, the power is endless and inexhaustible.

Let you have thousands of troops and horses, it is useless.

Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.

When the "Half Heavenly Man" first appeared, in front of the Peacock Hall, the three celestial masters and a hundred thousand barbarian troops all surrendered to that god-like existence.

For the second time, Jibei appeared, and it was a rivalry with the Holy One who had reached the legendary stage of becoming a god, and shocked Jibei.

At this moment, Ban Tianren came to Tianqin Inner Sea for the first time.

The entire Sanling Mountain, the island fortress with a radius of ten miles, trembled under the might of this natural force backed by heaven and earth.

Hu Fei and Yun Yuxi stood on both sides of Yang Fan, under the protection of an invisible force, and under the violent shaking of the ground, they remained motionless.

"This... is this the true strength of Boss Yang?"

Hu Fei was stunned, shocked to the extreme.

Since returning from the extreme north, it's not that Hu Fei hasn't challenged Yang Fan, but was politely rejected by the latter.

At this moment, seeing Yang Fan's true strength, Hu Fei's heart was filled with turmoil.

Yang Fan in this state, he is hard to beat no matter what.

However, the ones who were really frightened and shocked were the many strong monks of the Three Sages Sect.

The Zipao old Confucian cultivator and other high-ranking Nascent Souls showed panic and powerlessness in their eyes under this vast natural power.

Ordinary strong people only know that the person in front of him is really terrifying, and he has mastered the world-shattering supernatural power, making him invincible like a god.

Only a few powerhouses such as Zipao Old Confucianism Cultivator can faintly feel that Yang Fan is integrated with half the world, and what he represents is not the power of an individual, but the will of that half of the world.

"Stop! Shoot now!!"

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator roared in shock, but his call could not stop Yang Fan's movements.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth suddenly, swayed his body, and shot at Yang Fan who was in the turbulent center of Sanling Mountain. With a wave of his sleeve, a waterfall of purple rays of light, like a roaring dragon, shot at Yang Fan who closed his eyes and did not move. Shock away.

The Nascent Soul Great Cultivator's reckless attack with all his strength should not be underestimated. The roaring purple startled dragon could tear apart mountains, pushing its power to the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.

In the face of such an attack, under the stage of transformation into a god, I am afraid that few monks can face it head-on.

Yang Fan's soul root controls the entire Sanling Mountain, with an indifferent expression, he slowly raises his arms, condensing a dazzling yellow and green glow.

"go--"

With a wave of the arm, you can see the dazzling yellow and green rays of light, piercing the sky in an instant, and turning into a lifelike dragon with teeth and claws, which is twenty feet long.

This dragon roared fiercely in the void, its momentum was magnificent, and it shocked the sky. During the flight, not only did it not disappear, but the light around it became even brighter.

"what!!"

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator secretly exclaimed, his heart skipped a beat. The purple startled dragon waved from his sleeves was instantly swallowed up by the flood dragon imitating life, and he was powerless to resist.

Moreover, the light of the yellow-green flood dragon was a little dim, but under the support of a vast force of nature, it suddenly regained its brightness, its light greatly increased, and it rushed in front of him with a roar.

Before the yellow and green flood dragon flew in front of him, it flicked its tail suddenly, and the strong wind swept across, sweeping away the air within a radius of one hundred feet, and several high-ranking golden cores were torn apart in an instant.

boom! ——

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's body was blown away, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, his face trembling in horror.

With the strength of his great Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't even compete with the creatures simulated by the opponent's aura incarnation.

What's even more frightening is that this yellow-green flood dragon seems to have Yang Fan's ability to back up with the sky and the earth, and can replenish its strength in the void.

roar~~~~
The yellow and green flood dragon slammed violently, with its teeth and claws open, it rushed in front of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, beating him to the point where he was powerless to parry.

In this process, other high-ranking powerhouses are more difficult to approach, and the invisible gravity is oppressing again.

In just a few breaths, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator was in a state of embarrassment, he was seriously injured, and his face was pale.

"Stop!! This old man admits defeat!!"

Suddenly, the purple-robed old Confucian scholar moved several tens of feet horizontally, and for the first time there was a look of surrender in his eyes.

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of crystal luster flashed by, and the roaring flood dragon in the void suddenly disappeared.

The purple-robed old scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure of the people around him was greatly relieved. Except for the vast power of heaven and earth lingering and condensing in the entire Sanling Mountain, there was no discomfort.

"Didn't Your Excellency the Great Elder boast that there are so many people and want to capture the three of us alive?"

Yang Fan looked calm, and there was a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone.

In the half-day human mode, his voice condensed powerful Tianwei, shaking the entire area.

"Yang Daoyou's strength is enough to look down on the world of cultivating immortals, and compare to the strongest in the Inner Sea. I am ashamed of myself, and I dare not bet on the survival and prosperity of the entire Sanling Mountain."

The old Confucian cultivator in purple robe gave a wry smile.

He originally thought that Yang Fan was just an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, and if he entered his territory, no matter how strong he was, he would not be able to compete with the entire Sanxian sect.

But things backfired. The strength shown by the other party was even more terrifying than the rumored Inner Sea Supreme.

What made him shudder the most was that the other party had the terrifying power to collapse the entire Sanling Mountain in a single thought.

When Yang Fan heard this, the strange spiritual state lingering in his body slowly dissipated. Thousands of monks around relaxed their bodies, and many of them sat down on the ground, their clothes soaked in cold sweat.

What Ban Tianren brought to Yang Fan was not a huge increase in cultivation and mana, but a kind of improvement in realm, breaking away from the limitations of individual strength.

Although he may not be able to directly counter the tactics of tens of millions of people, but with the backing of half a day and earth, he controls a powerful natural force, which is enough to have a great deterrent in terms of prestige and momentum.

"You three, please move to the Hall of the Three Sages, we can discuss anything..."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator put on a happy face and raised his hand to lead the way.

"The Great Elder is finally willing to sit down and have a good talk?"

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.

Why do you have to be intimidated by force before you are willing to sit down and talk obediently?
If the Sanxian Sect didn't take the attitude of sweeping out the door and could treat guests peacefully, Yang Fan wouldn't be able to threaten the whole Sanling Mountain.

Looking at the devastated island in front of him, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator was also bleeding in his heart. The loss of Sanling Mountain today has not been a few decades, and it may be difficult to recover.

If I had known this, why bother.

He regretted it better in his heart.

A moment later, the "Three Sages Hall" in the center of the island.

The Sanxian Hall, this is often the place where the senior officials of the Sanxian sect make important decisions.

But today, the majestic and majestic hall is actually used to receive visitors.

Because the area where the guests were received before was shattered during the battle.

At this moment, there are only a few people in the hall.

Yang Fan, Yun Yuxi, Hu Fei.

On the side of Sanling Mountain, there were only Zipao old Confucian cultivators, Nian Wei, and one or two other middle-stage Nascent Soul elders.

"Did Fellow Daoist Yang come here to look for Shi Yao?"

The old Confucianist in purple robe smiled wryly.

"Exactly." Yang Fan nodded, and he knew in his heart that it was for this reason that the other party kicked himself and others out.

"Before Shi Yao left, the only thing left behind was this scroll..."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator took out an ink painting scroll and slowly unfolded it.

In this scroll, there is a refined man with an indifferent expression, holding a jade flute, who seems to be saying something.

"Hey! Isn't this the boss?"

Hu Fei's eyes lit up, his figure flashed over, and he snatched the ink painting scroll.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator looked helpless, but he didn't dare to resist.

Yang Fan, the two brothers, neither one of them, he is not a contender.

Hu Fei took the ink painting in front of him, and Yang Fan stared at the man in the painting, his expression jumped suddenly, revealing a trace of shame and pain.

The man in this painting is naturally the scene when Yang Fan reunited with Deng Shiyao on Tianru Island.

It's just that the man depicted in this picture scroll is full of indifference and ruthlessness.

"Shi Yao...is this the image of me in your mind?"

A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.

At the same time, he felt something was wrong.

I remember that after he was promoted to Yangen Stage, he went to Sanling Mountain to find Deng Shiyao. At that time, the other party had the idea of ​​changing his mind. Although there was hatred in his eyes, he did not lose tenderness.

Moreover, whenever Yang Fan needs it, the other party will help for free.

The first time was the ancient battlefield of Zhao State, helping to open the ancient legend formation, otherwise, with Yang Fan's original strength, it would be easier said than done if he wanted to go to the inner sea?
The second time, when the Tianlan Temple was over and Yang Fan was cautiously growing his roots, the other party helped build the ancient teleportation array back to the inner sea for free.

For the third time, when Yang Fan returned to Northern Qin to build the Immortal City, Deng Shiyao also helped to decipher and simplify the ancient strange formation for free.

Looking at the scroll at this moment, Yang Fan felt something was wrong, took a deep breath, and took the scroll away.

Looking sideways at Yun Yuxi, with a bit of guilt and pity in her bright eyes, she expressed her encouragement and support to Yang Fan.

Seeing Yang Fan take away the scroll, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator hesitated to speak, not daring to object.

"Where did Shiyao go? Also, did the 'Three Sages' force her to do something?"

Yang Fan stared coldly at the old Confucian cultivator in purple robe.

The old Confucian cultivator in purple robe couldn't help shivering.

"All of this is Shi Yao's voluntary—"

Nian Wei said cautiously.

She was just halfway through her words, but she stopped abruptly.

"Jie, jie, jie... How did Sanling Island fall into such a state? Isn't the Sanxian Sect claiming to surpass the Sage Confucianism Sect, and is respected as the first Confucianism and Taoism in the Inner Sea?"

A treacherous, mysterious and ethereal voice echoed in the sky above Sanling Mountain.

At the same time, a tyrannical coercion that surpassed ordinary Nascent Soul monks descended on the entire Sanling Mountain.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the entire sea area was turbulent, and countless demon cultivators surfaced, bowing their heads and bowing down.

"See Lord Sky Wing King!!"

"Meet His Majesty the Sky Wing King!!"

……

The voices of countless demon cultivators worshiping gathered together and resounded through the entire sea area, surrendering to the strongest man in the inner sea who only existed in legends.

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