Chapter 80

Under the dark clouds in the forbidden area of the withered forest.

There is a closed space.

In the space, a man with long hair like a waterfall, two jade pendants and two bells pinned to his waist, was suddenly patted by his high hand.

Kang Heng was disdainful at first, until a chill came from his back. With a wave of his hand, a huge stone wall rose to block the golden light.

Yang fan can only sigh, "ah, if it wasn't for the handmade, you would be dead now!"

Kang Heng is shocked. He stares at Yang Fan and thinks of not long ago.

A fierce wind blowing, let his glasses open, until he opened his eyes, a golden light directly rushed to him.

Naturally, he was not afraid of the innate peak, and wanted to block it directly with his hand, but he overestimated himself.

The golden light cut him in a flash.

Most of his injuries were actually caused by this blow.

Except for a crack in the neck.

He couldn't forget the ghostly pace. A man came to his back in the blink of an eye and caught his neck.

A cold dagger touched his neck. He thought that his body was hard, and his neck was directly split.

Blood gushed from his neck.

He was stunned, his hand trembled, the golden light swallowed him and the man behind him, but the man behind him ran fast.

Knowing that he couldn't hide his skills, he immediately used the secret skill to resist this attack with the cultivation of equivalent and golden elixir realm.

He looked at Yang Fan and thought deeply for a while. Then he felt a talisman in his arms.

"How about each of us step back?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "I've never had the habit of letting the tiger go back to the mountain."

Kang Heng looked at Fu and said, "you forced me!"

He crushed the rune and made it fly ash.

Yang Fan raised his hand to prepare a silk thread to land slowly.

Kangheng began to absorb, the space also began to appear a burst of sound.

Yang Fan burst out behind him.

He was blown out ten meters.

He looked at the scar behind him without a frown.

"My talisman is called detonator. The scope of explosion is just right here, covering the whole space. Are you going back or not?"

Yang Fan shakes his head and raises his hand. In an instant, a silk thread runs through Kang Heng's left chest.

His face is more and more black, the explosion sound in the space is more and more, Yang Fan's left side also exploded.

This time, the explosion was more powerful. Yang Fan was blown directly into the cave below.

Kang Heng saw that after he got up again, he scolded, but when he wanted to move, he found that the whole person was locked.

"What's the matter?"

"The line behind you?"

Kang Heng looked at the hand slowly raised in the cave. He could only be cruel and began to breathe in.

He was not breathing air, but the aura of the detonator.

He felt a fire in his throat when a powerful and explosive detonator penetrated his throat.

Then there is the heart.

Enduring the burning of his heart, he continued to breathe, and soon he became a burning man, burning all over his body.

His favorite green silk and white robe was reduced to ashes.

The explosion suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The golden silk thread was not fused, he did not continue to force, but directly roared, "you show me clearly, now my body is full of the aura of detonator, it is now being suppressed by me, as long as you step back, we will not cross the river, from now on you will go your Yangguan Road, I will cross my single wooden bridge, you will not let it?"

His voice was a little heavy, like a fire in his throat.

Yang Fan shook his head, raised his hand, and the third silk thread came down.

"It's your grandmother's big deal to die together!"

In a flash, Kang Heng, who incarnated in huoren, expanded.

That body began to appear cracks, cracks came one after another fierce heat wave, Yang Fan frowned, not because he was afraid, but the body has been unable to carry, three silk thread will all his strength pumping only support him to stand up.

"Stop, stop, I'll give you one step, you give me one step!"

Yang Fan's mind moves, the whole space collapses, the golden thread falls off, and all of them flow into Yang Fan's body.

After feeling the body to come back, Kang Heng suddenly a shock, a surge of explosion toward the surrounding scattered.

It was followed by fireworks and blazing temperatures.

In the middle of the fireworks, a bloody man flew out.

Yang Fan fell to the ground.

Kang Heng ran all the way, looking at his body in a rage.

He was thirsty. He ran to a river and drank a few mouthfuls.

River water into the stomach, he only felt his stomach like a war in general ups and downs.

An old man came up to him and handed him a bowl of red liquid.

"You drink this now!"

A fishy smell filled his nose, but there was only one thought in his mind - drink it, drink it.

He grabbed the bowl and swallowed the red liquid in one gulp.

In an instant, his skin was reborn. He ran to the river and looked at it. He found that he had regained his former pretty appearance.

He is very happy and thanks to the old man.

"When is this, sir? What medicine?" Kang Heng is very happy.

The old man shook his head first, then said indifferently, "human blood, isn't it good to drink?"

Kang Heng nods. He finds that a small round ball with blood red appears in his jade mansion. He peeps at himself and is surprised to find that he is already born in the extreme state. He is so excited that he is short of jiedan.

When he saw the old man's Scarlet wrist, his inner desire became evil.

"Old man, you say you are so old. Why don't you give me all your blood?"

Kang Heng thought about looking around, and no one was about to start. Suddenly, a charming man with white hair suddenly appeared.

Kang Heng took a cool breath, because he didn't find out when the man with crane hair and childlike face was in front of him.

"Grandson, does he want to kill you? Why don't you do it?"

Kang Heng thought that the man was scolding himself. Just when he was ready to kill them together, the old man said respectfully to the man, "because my ancestors didn't ask me to kill him."

"Good boy, there's a future. Kill it!" The man looked at his slender hand and said slowly.

The old man nodded and put his hand on Kang Heng's shoulder in an instant. Kang Heng, who was at a loss and wanted to resist, painted powder in an instant.

"Ancestor, along the way, we have seen a lot of people practicing these secrets, isn't it?"

"The man waved his hand," no need to ask more, these have nothing to do with us, we still have something to do, let him do this kind of thing, you have to remember that we have to deal with the extraterritorial demons, not the underground group of waste. "

The old man immediately nodded, "thank you for reminding me."

The man was very satisfied. With a finger in his hand, an auspicious cloud fell. The cloud was huge. There was a carriage on the cloud and a woman on the carriage.

There is a table beside the horse. There are only two chairs around the table.