Chapter 207 The supreme young demon king
Eighteen green mountains are towering, wrapped in light fog. Each peak has a thousand-foot waterfall, splashing thin smoke, and the green water flows around the mountain. This place is lush and beautiful.
The spring water is rippled and the flowers are like brocade, which makes this beautiful place more lively and more flexible.
In other places, such a scenery may not be a thing, but it is rare in the northern region. There are gravel everywhere, and there is no grass. Such a landscape is like a fairyland. The vegetation is abundant, the water is confused, the temple is ethereal, the green mountains and green water, and this place is really a beautiful pure land.
"Who are you?" The people of Qingxiamen shouted a lot. Ye Fan flicked his finger directly, and the boulder engraved with the word "Qingxia" engraved at the mountain gate was smashed and became dust. This..." Everyone inhaled the cold air, and the person who came was not good, and directly smashed the wall stone of Qingxia, which was obviously to be serious,
"Are you trying to die?" The people of Qingxiamen were furious. Only three people came, and they dared to say that they wanted to set up a sect here. They really underestimated them. All the people guarding the mountain gate sacrificed their weapons. Flying swords, divine hammers, etc. were like a light rain, and JI came.
Ye Fan didn't care. He waved his sleeves, and the sound of "k" came. All the weapons were smashed and fell to the ground. Even if there were more than a hundred monks in the realm of the spring, they could not compete with him. He shook his sleeves violently, and all the people at the mountain gate flew backwards and fell into the pool under the waterfall.
"Go and report to the teaching!" Up to now, they know that the trouble is big, the other party is unfathomable, and they are by no means an ordinary madman.
Ye Fan stood in front of the mountain gate, with a flash of light behind his back, and there were 108 more flags, which he spent a day engraving yesterday.
When he was in the southern region, Elder Han in the winter of Lingxu could not refine his medicine, but accompanied his own life. Where did he get two volumes of beast-skin ancient books from the cave?
One of the volumes is about ancient books about Taoism. After entering the secret realm of the Taoist palace, he has been able to understand that although this beast-skin ancient scroll is not a broad and profound ancient secret book, it is also unique.
Ye Fan's 108-pole flag, densely clothed, is the method of sealing. He threw out four poles and immediately locked the mountain gate.
Then, he rose to the sky and threw out the remaining 1.84 shots, all of which were inserted into the mountains and rivers, blocking the ten directions.
The flag hunted, and a piece of confusion disappeared outside the green mountains and green waters.
"Who the hell are you?" The people guarding the mountain gate retreated.
In front of the mountain gate, the bluestone paved the road, hundreds of steps are like long dragons lying horizontally, the grass on both sides is fresh, the fairy vines are coiled, and the stream is turbulent.
"I am your future leader." Ye Fan walked forward, picked up the steps, walked lightly, not murderous, and his whole body was extremely elegant.
"You..." The people of Qingxiamen retreated one after another. The more such a teenager was, the more ethereal he was, the more bottomless they were.
"This place is very good!" Ye Fan kept nodding. The oasis where Shizhai was located was too small. It was only a dozen miles away. A gust of wind blew by, and the sand and dust in the distance would rush in, which really made him a little uncomfortable.
He likes mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery. Qingxiamen is indeed a good place to cultivate his mind.
"Who's messing up?" A long roar came, and an old man broke through the air like a meteor and landed in front of the mountain gate.
Ye Fan walked calmly, slowly walked up, and said, "It's okay not to mention the name."
"Do you want to start a sect here?" The old man's eyes were bright and his face was as heavy as water. No one knew such news, I'm afraid it would be difficult to smile.
"That's right, that's what it means." Ye Fan nodded. "
"It's really shameful for you, at a young age!" The old man sneered disdainfully at the corners of his mouth.
No wonder he despised him. Ye Fan was beautiful and looked only about 15 years old. At such an age, even if he was the heir of the Holy Land, he could not pick Qingxia alone.
Ye Fan was not in a hurry. He climbed hundreds of stone steps and stood on the water. By the edge of the pool, his whole body was stained with a layer of water mist, like an immortal.
It was not until this time that the old man saw some clues. Ye Fan was standing in front of him, but he was so ethereal and unpredictable.
"The bandits within a radius of 500 miles are rampant, which has a lot to do with Qingxiamen. Have you also participated in it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Do you even know this?" The old man was restless and couldn't help opening his mouth. There's nothing to say. I'll send you on the road.
Ye Fan suddenly floated to the front and stretched out his hand to press forward. The "buzz" weapon vibrated, and seven weapons rushed out of the old man's body, including knives, guns, swords and halberd, which turned into seven long rainbows and stabbed Ye Fan's palm.
However, what shocked him was that the seven weapons were like rotten wood, broken inch by inch, and vulnerable!
The jade-like palm seemed to have a kind of magic. The weapon did pierce the palm of the hand, but it was scattered like loess and was completely smashed.
He was shocked. Such a magic method made him cold all over and quickly regressed. Since you indulge the bandits, there is nothing to say. I will send you on your way.
Ye Fan pressed backhand, and the old man flew dozens of feet away on the spot, and then suddenly split up.
The people guarding the mountain gate were stunned, and even the elders in the door were crushed to death by the teenager, making them tremble all over.
This is simply a god blocking the killing god, and the Buddha blocking the Buddha. This is a young demon king. Who can stop it? The elder of Qingxia was slapped to death with a slap. I'm afraid that even if he was taught, he might not really be able to suppress it.
Ye Fan ignored them and continued to move forward. Those people were trembling and dodged to both sides.
"When can I go in and out of Ji's house like this and walk into the Holy Land of Shaking Light?" He feels that if he wants to travel, he needs a large number of sources.
The sound of shock was everywhere. Inside the Qingxia Gate, the ancient bell was leisurely. Everyone was shocked, and many monks flew quickly.
In front of you, the flowing water is tinkling, and the flowers and plants grow next to the spring pool. At a glance, it is purple and red. The figures landed quickly and surrounded Ye Fan and the three of them here.
"Brother Ye..." Wang Shu was a little nervous. Which one of you is a bandits?!" The two stunned men were very angry.
"Where do the three of you come from? What are you talking about?" People around him shouted.
"I won't wrong you if you indulge Chen Dahu to plunder all directions and attack ordinary mortals, will you?" Ye Fan is calm.
"So, Chen Dahu died inexplicably. Did you make it?" In the back, an old man with white beard and white hair, with a smell of fairy bones, slowly walked forward.
"The monk of the secret land of the Taoist palace?" Ye Fan showed a trace of surprise.
"Chen Dahud is my disciple. It is he who has provided enough resources for me to break through the shackles on the other side. You actually killed him and dare to come to him!" The old man was murderous, staring at Ye Fan and told the people around him, "Kill him!"
Around, the shadows flew, the light shone, all kinds of weapons were sacrificed, and dozens of people took action at the same time.
Ye Fan didn't expect that so many people knew about Chen Dahu. He snorted coldly and decided to kill.
"You two step back and watch carefully!" He asked Wang Shu and Lei Bo to get away. Ye Fan's body was like a dragon, and he rushed up all of a sudden. The two of the nine secrets were displayed. One finger to the sky was gently scolded in his mouth. In an instant, a big seal of the sky emerged and shook on its head.
This is a magnificent mountain, towering into the sky, detained into an ancient seal, pressed down, but it can be clearly seen that there are birds and beasts on it, towering ancient trees. "Boom" is unstoppable at all. The mountain seal is powerful in the sky. The shock falls, and the weapons flying all over the sky have turned into flying ash.
"Ah..." Screams came, and none of the dozens of people who surrounded and killed Ye Fan could escape. The body cracked and disappeared at the same time. This shocking scene made the monks in the distance open their tongues, sweat coldly for a long time, and then couldn't help trembling.
In the sky, the seal of the ancient mountain of the sky slowly faded, and then disappeared.
This is the holy method of fighting. The second of the nine secrets represents the extreme of the art of attack. It can evolve thousands of moves. Every time you feel it, you will realize different killing skills.
"You...what kind of secret is this?" The old man with white hair and white beard no longer has the temperament of immortality, showing a frightened look and constantly regressing.
"The art of killing!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly, and there was no need to tell him that this was the ninth secretary. I am the elder of Qingxia Gate. Do you really want to be my enemy of Qingxia?
He made a loud voice, shaking like thunder, which woke up the closed palm teacher and other elders.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "It's useless. No one can save you."
"I'm a monk in the secret land of the Taoist palace. If you want to kill me, you can't do it without paying the price!" He is fierce and procrastinating.
"Go reunite with your good apprentice, Chen Dahud." Ye Fan took a lotus flower step by step, and his feet had a rhyme, and he chased after him lightly.
"You... I'm fighting with you!"
The elder of Qingxiamen roared fiercely, with a ferocious face, with upside down, his eyes were clear, and more than a dozen weapons rushed out of the sea.
And in the palace, a green armor "god" flew out, holding a wide sword, and the cold light of blue iron clothes shining all over, as high as several meters. In one step, he stepped on the ground.
The three-meter-long sword wheel moved, and the youth was surging, making a whine, and thousands of lights shot out, like a rain of swords falling down.
The divine glory of this region is soaring to the sky, with more than a dozen weapons, coupled with this "god", this field is sealed, and the endless killing and dazzling brilliance are surging violently.
In the distance, the disciples of Qingxiamen shouted in unison. In their opinion, Ye Fan was completely submerged in it and would definitely die.
However, they quickly closed their mouths. "Ye Fan pinched the big sun seal in his hand,.
The vigorous sun rises slowly, huge, and fills the sky.
Yes, a red sun is like the sea, full of the sky, vigorous and atmospheric, and the red light burns everything!
The god in cyan iron was almost burned to ashes in an instant, and more than a dozen weapons were burned into a gaseous state in an instant and no longer existed!
Ye Fan pinched the big sun seal in his hand, and there was really a huge red sun above his head, like a mountain, full of the sky, powerful, so that everyone couldn't help but want to kneel down.
"Ah..." The elder of Qingxiamen screamed and lost the god bred by the Taoist palace. He suffered a heavy blow and fled and wanted to survive.
Ye Fan gently shook the sun seal, and nine golden blacks suddenly rushed out in the vigorous red sun, shining with gold all over his body, like gold cast, each with three feet, flapping wings and singing.
"Putong" not far away, many disciples of Qingxia were oppressed by this supreme power and knelt down and could no longer stand.
Nine three-legged golden blacks turned into nine golden lights. As soon as they rushed past, although the elder of Qingxiamen had rushed out hundreds of feet, they still burned silently and turned into black ashes in an instant.
"Ah..." Screams sounded one after another. Where the nine golden crows passed, no one could resist, and all of them were extinguished with the golden fire and became dust.
This is an extremely horrible power, with an unparalleled sense of oppression. It was not until Ye Fan released the big sun seal that the huge red sun and nine golden blacks slowly disappeared.
Further away, many of the children of Qingxia were empty and fell softly to the ground. They could not compete with such supreme power and directly deterred them into their bones.
This is the secret of the nine secrets, the ultimate of the art of attack, the incomparable holy method of fighting! Every time you understand it, it will evolve into a killing skill, which is ever-changing and endless!
In the fourth place, all the disciples of Qingxia are trembling. The beautiful teenager is simply a demon king. The unparalleled terrible power alone is enough to shock their body and mind, and there is no need to fight at all.
The long roar came one after another, and the elders and the leaders of Qingxiamen were shocked. They all came out of the customs and rushed quickly.
The shadows flashed, and ten figures landed one after another, encircling Ye Fan in the middle. Ten strong people in the secret land of the Taoist palace, it seems that I can do my best today.
Ye Fanyun was light, and there was no trace of surprise at all. H