Chapter 1515: Wanli chase and kill!

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The voice of the leader was filled with unconcealed anger.

He thought that the one who took away the spiritual veins was really a peerless strongman from the Beichen School.

If this is the case, even with his strength and identity, he would not dare to head-on with the opponent, this boring loss would be settled.

But now using mystery techniques to investigate, the other party turned out to be a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, who looked like he was in his twenties, and he was a kid with no fur.

To True Immortal Du Jie, Yuan Ying stage monks are like humble ants, they can pinch to death with their fingers.

On the other side, feeling his anger, Yan was frightened and trembling, and quickly explained:

"Senior Ye seems to have only Yuan Ying's cultivation base, in fact, this is just appearance, his real strength is horribly strong! A few months ago, I had teamed up with the Red King Huo Juechen, and none of them was his opponent! Yumian Langjun Jiang Han also provoked Senior Ye, but he was killed in a second, and there was no place to bury him! The leader, if you don't believe it, you can ask the big guy, they can all testify for me!"

"Yes! I can prove the evil sword!" Venerable Xuan Ming said.

"Senior Ye did kill the Yumian Langjun Jiang Han in front of us!"

"Only the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation can kill the Eighth Rank Transformation cultivator in seconds!"

Suddenly, the voices in the venue turned sideways, and everyone stood up to testify for Yan Jingfeng.

"Nonsense!"

The leader sternly reprimanded: "Are you questioning me? Could it be that with my strength, I still can't see the depth of that guy?"

"Don't dare!" Yan Jingfeng shook his head quickly, but still tremblingly said: "But... he did kill Jiang Han in front of all of us!"

"Huh!" The leader sneered, and asked, "If he is so strong, why should he run away now? If he is really a strong man from the Holy Land, why only half a spiritual vein? He just swallows it, what can you do? "

Father, like son.

The leader's words awakened the dreamer.

Many people in the court suddenly woke up.

"Yeah! If he really has supreme strength, there is no need to spit out the remaining half of the spiritual vein, this is a manifestation of a guilty conscience!"

"Could it be...we were really deceived?!"

"Damn! A mere cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, we are playing around?"

...

For a time, many demon leaders in the field were filled with righteous indignation, and they were so embarrassed that they could not wait to catch Ye Fan immediately and slash him with a thousand swords to shed their hatred.

Yan Jingfeng's expression was even harder to see the extreme.

He was bluffed by Ye Fan as early as in the seven-layer inferno Prison of Huo Lingxing. Not only did he kneel down to learn how to bark, he was also so scared that Ye Fan was only a gold core cultivation base.

Looking at it this way, Ye Fan is really not a terrifying monster, but he has only cultivated some special supernatural powers, thus playing everyone between applause.

Suddenly, the leader squeezed his fingers, his mind moved, and his divine sense was attached to the blood eagle, and he glanced at Ye Fan through the eyes of the blood eagle.

"Stab!"

Although this eye is invisible, it contains the supreme will of the true immortal to cross the catastrophe, destroying the dry and rotten, like a divine sword overwhelming thorns.

In an instant, Ye Fan only felt like a light on his back, his whole body tense, as if an animal had encountered a natural enemy.

"boom!"

At the next moment, he only felt that the invisible heavy hammer hit his divine consciousness, and the Yuan Ying in the upper Dantian Niwan Palace seemed to be blown out forcibly.

Ye Fan's face was pale, and his body was shocked, as if he had become a dying patient in an instant.

The majesty of a glance is much more terrifying than the pity of a playboy's death arrow.

Without any hesitation, Ye Fan immediately took out the Wushou Lingquan he had obtained before and drank it to repair the damaged spiritual consciousness.

"Xiao Fan, look at the sky, you have been discovered!" Wei Lao said solemnly.

Ye Fan looked up, but saw a blood eagle hovering high in the sky, and the eyes in the eagle's eyes were filled with the domineering look of the world, which was heart palpitating.

Although he didn't know what secret technique the leader used, he knew that his position was discovered.

In terms of realm, Ye Fan was only in the early stage of Yuan Ying. He could cross a dozen small realms and kill Jiang Han, the jade-faced Langjun, who had turned eight turns, was a miracle.

If this matter spread out, it would be enough to make the entire Tianshu star boil.

But in the face of the real Cross Tribulation True Immortal, no matter how confident he is, it will not help.

Too Shangyin is strong, and you have to hit the opponent.

Ye Fan probably didn't have time to get close to the leader, so he was directly obliterated by the opponent's supernatural powers.

escape!

For the present plan, there is only escape!

At this moment, the transmission altar of the Yunhai Xianmen should have gathered dozens of elders from the outer courtyard of the Ninth Transformation of God. As long as they fled there, they would be safe.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan's eyes were hot, frantically absorbing the power of pure Yang in the half of the spiritual vein, filling his feet with qi, and his figure was as fast as lightning.

...

at the same time.

The leader and hundreds of other demon heads all witnessed Ye Fan's escape through the bronze mirror.

"So courageous!" The leader shouted: "A mere cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage, dare to **** something from me, and he succeeded! Yan Jingfeng, Venerable Xuanming, Daoist withered wood... you all eat dry food. Is it?"

He clicked the names of several strong men in a row, full of rebuke.

"Subordinates are incompetent!"

"Subordinates deserve death, and please give us a chance to commit crimes!"

"Yeah! That kid deceived us. If I get caught, he will definitely be cut!"

"Only his blood can wash away that sin!"

In the eyes of hundreds of demon heads in the field, angry flames burst out, clamoring to fight Ye Fan desperately.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the leader suddenly stood up from the Throne of Blood.

At this station, the world was turned upside down and the situation changed.

Everyone felt that everything in their sights had disappeared, leaving only the tall figure of the leader, reaching up to Jiuxiao and stepping on the yellow spring.

Between heaven and earth, no one can compare with him at all, and can only bow down and worship him.

At this moment, the chieftain's condescending gaze, looking down at the people below, commanded: "Wait, let me go on the expedition with me! Kill him without dying, not dying!"

As soon as the voice fell, the leader's figure flashed, like a Tianhe hanging upside down, flying in the direction where Ye Fan was.

Yan Jingfeng, Venerable Xuanming and other powerful magicians immediately followed.

Like a group of demons dancing!

...

Under the pressure of death, Ye Fan went wild all the way, squeezing the potential in his body crazily.

In just half an hour, he had already swept thousands of miles away, but the teleportation array from Yunhai Xianmen was still very far away.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's body shook, and he felt an extremely terrifying breath, coming from behind.

He looked back subconsciously, and an incredible scene appeared in his sight.

Looking into the distance, at the far end of the skyline, an indescribable darkness is surging.

In nature, the sun sinks and the moon rises, and darkness descends, which should have been a gradual process.

But now, the whole world seems to be dark in an instant.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying darkness came from far to near, like a tide of water, flowing from all directions, like a dark natural disaster, I don't know how many miles have passed, as if to drown Ye Fan.

In that darkness, Ye Fan felt an unprecedented evil aura!

Sins in the secular world are often accompanied by distracting thoughts such as selfish desires, greed, anger, and delusion!

But this evil aura is extremely pure, without any impurities at all, like the source of evil.

It was the first time Ye Fan had met this kind of breath, and he was trembling in the depths of his soul.

And in the middle of the darkness, there is still the scarlet blood throne.

On the throne, the leader showed a fierce light, looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and shouted: "I am the lord of the Black Sea Forest Prison! The weak dregs, like the humble existence of ants, stop immediately, hand over the spiritual veins, and can give you Leave a whole body!"

The leader's voice, like a magic sound, pierced into Ye Fan's ears abruptly, and it also contained a very vicious spirit attack, which was unpredictable.

However, Ye Fan didn't mean to stop at all. Instead, he frantically stimulated his internal energy, tapped all the potential in his body, and accelerated his escape.

Are you kidding me?

No matter how stupid Ye Fan was, he couldn't stop!

Just a moment ago, the leader just used the eyes of the blood eagle to give a heavy blow to his consciousness.

Now the leader is here, if he is caught, there is absolutely no place to bury him.

"Huh! Life and death!"

Looking at the back of Ye Fan's escape, the leader gave a sneer, turned his head and looked at the hundreds of demon heads behind, and said: "As the deity, dealing with a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage is too much of a price drop. Give you a chance to make up for it- Kill him! Whoever takes the lead in regaining the spirit veins from him, rewards a heavenly spirit pill!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the hundreds of demon heads were hot and completely crazy.

Heaven-level spirit pill can only be refined by the true immortal who crosses the catastrophe. The magic of heaven and earth, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon, are extremely precious and hard to find.

"Ho Ho Ho... Go!"

"That kid turned us around, not killing him is not enough to vent our anger!"

"What **** Beichen faction powerhouse is just a bluffing liar!"

"Let him know how powerful our Black Sea Forest Prison is!"

Hundreds of demons roared hysterically, summoned all kinds of spiritual weapons, and slaughtered Ye Fan, aggressively.

Now that Ye Fan's identity was exposed, they didn't have any fear, and they couldn't wait to take Ye Fan's head to the chief to receive the reward.

For a time, Ye Fan fell into an unprecedented danger.

If he is alone, he is not afraid of anyone.

However, hundreds of demon heads joined forces and attacked with weird and varied attacks. Ye Fan couldn't resist it at all, not to mention that there was a leader not far away watching him.

Three hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

Fifty meters!

...

Those demon heads are getting closer and closer to Ye Fan, and Ye Fan can even feel the evil and fierce aura, surrounding him like a raging tide.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

More than a dozen spiritual weapons shot out, stabbing towards Ye Fan.

He desperately dodged, and now the dancer walking on the tip of the knife, but there is always a time when he can't dodge.

"Stab!"

A white bone sword pierced his spine, although the Heavenly Tyrant's body was extremely powerful and was not injured.

But because of this thorn, his stature staggered, and his speed inevitably slowed a bit.

In an instant, those spirit weapons were like long eyes, stab Ye Fan frantically.

"Keng! Keng! Keng!"

The sharp blade slashed on Ye Fan's body, sparks splashed everywhere, making a sound of gold and iron fighting.

Ye Fan's original forward posture was immediately blocked, and hundreds of demon heads behind took advantage of the momentum to pursue them, and the nearest few were only less than ten meters away from him.

In the current situation, even if Ye Fan displayed a high seal and killed a few demons and cultivators, the remaining demons would completely surround him.

At that time, he couldn't fly out even if he put on his wings.

At the moment of his death, Wei Lao's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Xiao Fan, taking advantage of just those hours, the deity absorbed a lot of pure Yang power and recovered a lot of strength!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan was overjoyed.

"Don't be too happy!" Wei Lao immediately poured cold water: "These mobs are not to be feared, but the leader of the Black Sea Forest Prison is not a good crop. He has definitely survived more than one catastrophe, and the strength of the deity's recovery is hard to beat. Him! Next, the deity will temporarily borrow your body. As to whether you can escape from the sky, it depends on God's will!"

"boom!"

At the next moment, Ye Fan only felt that an epic power was poured into his body immediately, as if the Saiyan mode had been turned on, but before he could react, he completely lost control of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Lao manipulated Ye Fan's body, raised his right hand, and let out a loud shout:

"The burial sword-now!"