Chapter 270 Reunion

Qu Ba respectfully led the way in front of the road, while Li Ling pulled his head and followed him back, looking like mourning.

"Previous...senior, this, this is your spiritual stone." Li Ling trembled his hands and held the middle-grade spiritual stone, fearing that there would be a disaster if he was one step late.

Yang Fan didn't care about this thing, but as soon as he first encountered this kind of thing, he felt fresh and said with a smile, "I have never taken back what I gave. Keep it for yourself."

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving Li Ling at a loss. He was confused and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Fan and Qu Ba walked in the air and soon came to the main vein. Looking around, the spirit of fire here was very strong, and the soil around them was red.

"E Elder, this is the main vein, and the source of movement found by subordinates is here."

Yang Fan nod his head and said, "I'm sorry to lead the way. There are some elixir here. I hope it will help you." He threw a bottle of elixir to him casually. Qu Ba did not open it in person, but bowed to thank him and quietly retreated.

Such a while, Yang Fan was meditating and found that a mountain shaking suddenly rose, causing magma splashing in several flame mountains. It seems that there are indeed extraordinary things here.

Suddenly, a violent roar sounded, which made people chill, and there was a trace of unwillingness and a little confusion in the roar.

Yang Fan's face changed slightly. What is the devil's ancestor doing tomorrow? A corpse puppet will make such a big noise. Isn't it obvious to tell others his whereabouts? Unexpedly, he resolutely waved the yellow spring flag forward to break the array.

The heavily armored army waved a halberd, and the blue-faced monster with fangs held a wolf tooth stick and crushed it all the way forward under the leadership of the two-headed giant, and the roar was endless.

Yang Fan's method of breaking the array is very simple. He used the strong strength of the heavy army all the way and came forward to help him when he encountered a hard ideas. Of course, this practice is a little arrogant and inferior, and the casualties of the heavy armored army are not light, but Yang Fan doesn't care. He has two sharp weapons in his hand, Styx River and Blood Pool, and it won't take long to replenish the quantity. It's just that those strange men with green fangs can't be easily killed or injured. These guys are treasures that can be upgraded, and their combat effectiveness has also increased by more than a hundred times more than a hundred years ago. More than a few are comparable to the monks who built the foundation, and the solidity of their bodies is better than that.

"Bum-bang..."

"Puffy..."

The magic power fluctuated extremely violently, and all kinds of illusions and magic formulas hit the heavy armored army crazily, but the damage they could not be too much. At least so far, only three or 400 soldiers have been killed and returned to the flag.

Yang Fan is not idle. The underworld fire in his hand condenses the shape of a dragon's head, which is very similar to the dragon in "The Burning Heavenly Secret". The shape is realistic and vivid, as if it were a real existence. That is, the power is much worse than that of the dragon, and it is naturally superior without the support of skills.

The dragon's mouth couldn't help spraying fire bombs, and the array was scattered. In about two hours, the array here was broken by 123.

Suddenly, there was a wild shout: "Who is messing up here!"

Yang Fan looked at the depths of the array in surprise and saw the heavenly demon ancestor slowly walking out with his strong corpse puppet. Yang Fan's eyes condensed, and he was slightly surprised. The other party's cultivation had not changed, and he was still the appearance of Yuanying in the middle of Ying, but his corpse puppet changed greatly. The breath on the body is very dry, the skin is red, and the breath of fire is full of limbs and bones. It seems that these decades have been in the Flame Island to sacrifice the corpse puppet.

Seeing the depth of the other party, Yang Fan also made up his mind and said with a smile, "The ancestor of Heaven and Demon, everything is well."

Tianmo Laozu was shocked when he first saw those heavily armored troops, and then remembered the past and shouted at Yang Fan, "It turned out to be your boy! Don't think that you can be rampant when you reach the Yuanying period. You are not enough to compete with me!"

Yang Fan was not angry at all and said calmly as usual, "You and I are not the first time we have met. Don't you want to ask me why I came to you?"

The demon ancestor did not take action directly. His experience in the secret lava land was regarded as a great shame in his career of immortal cultivation. A monk in the middle of Yuanying couldn't help but have a golden elixir in the later period, and there was no place to put it on his face. Knowing that the other party's methods are difficult to deal with, he is by no means an idle person. After a careful look, he was terrified and surprised, "You are not Yang Fan, you are... you are his corpse puppet!"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Who said I'm not Yang Fan? This body is a demon, but I'm still me, nothing has changed." Speaking of this, he paused and then said, "Rumors have it that you accidentally got two unique treasures, so I came here to appreciate them."

With a trace of disdain in his eyes, Tianmo's ancestor sneered and said, "Don't think that you can scare me with a split method. It's okay to tell you. I got two treasures. It's not okay for you to see it, but... you have to pay a little price!"

Tianmo Laozu sneered, turned his palms, and had one more knife and one sword in his hand. He sacrificed two treasures into rainbow light and came at lightning speed.

Although these two treasures were severely damaged, after all, they were treasures in the hands of the immortal evil gods. The immortal evil gods also cried out with the top masters who fought with these two peerless weapons. In the end, they were outnumbered, and these two treasures were almost destroyed in the end. These things are not fabricated out of thin air. The murals in the Moon Temple clearly show the story and also reflect the extraordinary yellow spring flag.

Seeing that the demon ancestor suddenly gave a hot hand, Yang Fan was not surprised, nor did he feel a trace of lying, and his face was very calm. The yellow spring flag in his hand shook gently, and the heavy army roared, stepped on the sound of heavy war drums, and was not afraid of the other party's magic weapon, and rushed to the other party with the momentum of thunder.

At the same time, Yang Fan also got up to avoid the edge of the method treasure and bullied himself and rushed forward.

When the demon ancestor saw him approaching, he shouted, "Let you see the power of the corpse puppet!"

Before he finished speaking, the corpse puppet beside him suddenly turned red, and there was a little spark on his body. The breath of fire was very strong, and the violent breath between his hands and feet was revealed on the surface.

"Roar!" The corpse puppet shouted angrily and punched Yang Fan fiercely.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his left hand to rob the opponent's fist. He only felt a burning breath in his hand pouring into the meridians with the palace acupoint in his palm. The body of the demon spirit was extremely strong, and he didn't pay attention to these anger. He not only robbed the strength of his fists, but his body paused slightly, and he straightened his waist and hit a heavy hand forward.

"Dong!" Like the sound of beating drums, the corpse puppet could not withstand the impact of strength. It fell deep into a piece between its chest and abdomen and flew far away by this huge force.

When Tianmo Laozu saw this scene, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and his expression trembled with horror: "No... This is impossible... This is not true!"

One punch is just the power of one punch, and the judgment between the two is made. The ancestor of Tianmo has worked hard and sacrificed his own corpse puppet for decades in order to get rid of his shame, but he did not expect to be defeated. The defeat was more direct and faster than the previous one.

When the demon spirit was promoted to Yuanying, the strength of the body was comparable to that of the corpse puppet in the Yuanying period. Now it is even more broken. While absorbing countless auras, the body has changed dramatically. Many dare not say that at this time, he was not inferior to him in terms of physical strength alone.

Yang Fan said coldly, "Let me see how powerful your new magic weapon is!"

Two rainbows came quickly behind him, and he couldn't help swallowing the cold light. When he passed the ghosts and pawns, they dispersed them one after another and returned to the yellow spring flag. Yang Fan has long wanted to try the treasures of the undead evil gods. How can he miss this good opportunity?

His body twisted violently, and at the same time, his tongue stunned with spring thunder, shouting his fists to meet the two cold lights.