That red ray can be said to be very small, and there is not the slightest fluctuation on it.

Although the red-haired and red-eyed young man in the cocoon was very weird, he didn't pay attention to this point. While the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, a storm of Xuan Qi had already condensed in his palm.

The red rays are fast, almost in the blink of an eye. The essence of the light in the eyes of the sick man flashed, his body leaned back slightly, and the energy in his palm instantly pressed up.

"Boom!"

A little red, a storm of energy collided together. The destructive power rolled like a tide, and in an instant, it swept towards the disease.

With a bang, the energy fluctuations sent out by the energy impact hit the sick man's body. In an instant, the sick face showed a look of horror.

"Bang!" Sick Yang was knocked into the air, and after hitting the bamboo, he fell to the ground hard, and a mouthful of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. He looked at the bamboo house with palpitations, and did not stop at the moment, his body flashed, and he left this place in a few teleportations.

At this moment, white smoke overflowed from the cracks of the bamboo house. It didn't take long for the fog to rise.

Inside the room, the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly upturned, and a strange look appeared on his face. Immediately, his face suddenly turned cold. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the golden light around him.

The next moment, I saw his hands knotted, condensing an unknown handprint. At the same time, the golden thread of stars swirled, and in an instant, the golden light on the cocoon was magnificent.

"Blood Sacrifice, Demon Primordial Spirit, out!" a few words came out, and a red light appeared on his body, and a thick bloody aura surrounded his body like a flame, and then suddenly expanded outward, colliding with the golden cocoon. In an instant, golden cocoons and red flames sizzled, and wisps of white smoke came out.

These two energies are like fighting beasts, roaring and mighty, stepping and flying, fighting together.

The young man's face showed a solemn expression, and a crystal light appeared in his eyes at this time. In an instant, the dark red aura on his body suddenly skyrocketed. The young man condensed the power of the stars, and his arrogance swirled like a whirlwind.

The cocoon formed by the golden light dimmed slightly at the moment when the red light erupted. And under this red light, the golden cocoon more than doubled in size.

Seeing this, the young man's brows furrowed. He exhaled a little, and his face turned cold. Immediately, he folded his hands and quickly pushed towards the calloon.

At that moment, the spot of light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hazy white mist. The hands that were put out came to an abrupt halt, stopping in the cocoon.

The young man's face showed a look of pain, and he withdrew his hand to cover his head. As this phenomenon occurred, his breathing also became rapid at this moment.

The bloody aura that confronted the light cocoon was fading, and there were signs of collapse. And the light cocoon seized this opportunity and shrank suddenly. Firmly attached to the young man's body, like golden armor.

While the golden threads flickered on the young man's body, the young man kept shaking his head in pain. The corners of his mouth, twitching with pain, kept trembling. At this time, the red hair gradually faded from the red makeup, revealing its snow-white color. The red in those eyes also gradually turned black as the hair changed.

After a stick of incense, the young man's white hair was better than snow, like silk scattered around him. Those eyes were as black as ink, like stars in the night sky, twinkling with a little starlight.

When he closed his eyes, everything around him calmed down. Only nine golden stars shone on his body.

After another moment, the stars on his body quickly joined together, forming a bright golden circle of light. Immediately, the aperture entered the center of the boy's eyebrows.

The golden aperture is like entering a no-man's land, entering the vast gray sea of knowledge.

In the distance of the gray billowing smoke, two points of light flickered. The golden aperture turned into a streamer, and instantly disappeared into the white streamer.

Zhang Yifan's face was gloomy, and he grasped the golden aperture. The aperture starts and turns into a rosary. Looking at the rosary, Zhang Yifan's expression darkened.

This rosary is a binding force left by the Crazy Nine Rings in order to prevent the little dragon from rebelling in the future.

"Xiaolong?" Zhang Yifan muttered, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember the slightest figure of Xiaolong. It's just that the name of this little dragon is like an imprint, deeply rooted in his heart.

"Who is Xiaolong?" Zhang Yifan thought hard, but he didn't have a clue. At this time, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes. His head hurts because he tries to think about it. In pain, he had to give up thinking about it.

Immediately, Zhang Yifan's eyes showed a cold glow. Through the billowing gray fog, Zhang Yifan saw the uninvited guest.

Red streamers surrounded him, slowly spinning around him. Three years ago, Zhang Yifan entered here at the same time as him. And Zhang Yifan vaguely remembers that this is his own sea of knowledge. But the uninvited guest is there

Zhang Yifan shook his head and didn't think about it. Every time I pondered, I felt a sharp pain in my head. It's just that now, with the existence in the streamer on the other side, the Xuan Qi in his body is getting thicker and thicker. Once his cultivation reaches a level, he will compete with himself for control of his body.

Zhang Yifan didn't understand what went wrong? Fortunately, he took risks every time and turned the danger into a disaster. The existence on the other side is like a leather whip, rushing to cultivate by itself. Now he has entered the late stage of the Gangqi realm.

Three years may seem like a very short time, but it is a long time. Year after year, day after day, meditate and practice. This kind of cultivation was extremely boring, and he endured it in order to take revenge.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yifan spread out one hand, and the blue-blue Xuan Qi condensed on his palm. Looking at the Xuan Qi, Zhang Yifan casually threw it at the streamer that surrounded his body. However, this time, as usual, when Xuan Qi approached the streamer next to him, he was absorbed by all the streamers, turning into a streamer and restraining himself.

Zhang Yifan couldn't figure out who set up this streamer, and he couldn't shake half a point. No matter what you do, the streamer will only increase.

Although he could feel the other party's cultivation, this layer of streamer was like a cage, restraining himself. If you can feel the other person's cultivation, you must be able to perceive yourself as well.

In the past three years, this layer of streamer has also strengthened as his cultivation has increased. This left a big question mark in Zhang Yifan's heart.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Yifan frowned slightly, looking at the thumb-sized streamer ribbon that emitted a glowing white light, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Zhang Yifan shook his head with a wry smile.

"This time it failed again. I believe that one day, I will rush out of this layer of streamer and drive away that uninvited guest!" Zhang Yifan muttered to himself. Instead, he closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

It is said that after the sick Yang left the bamboo forest, his speed did not decrease, and he ran straight to his room.

In a few moments, he was in his room. After quickly closing the door, the sick man was panting like a cow, and he couldn't help the qi and blood in his body, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

After looking in the direction of the bamboo forest, he slowly sat down at the table. The strange young man in the bamboo house, the unrecognizable red man, why did the junior sister bring him to the Huayue faction?

After a cup of tea, he opened his eyes. He couldn't understand the questions. But with the brief battle he had with that young man just now, he knew how fragile his cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Gang Qi Realm was.

"It seems that tomorrow I can only invite Master to come out. "Sick Yang secretly decided to tell Master about this tomorrow and let Master deal with it.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the sick face.

In the early morning of the next day, after Lan Feng'er and Nalan Yue washed up, they walked towards the bamboo forest. Along the way, after avoiding the younger brothers and sisters, the two finally came to the bamboo forest.

"Senior sister, do you think the pulsatilla will suddenly get better today?" Nalan Yue smiled lightly and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Lan Feng'er shook her head. It's hard to say whether that pulsatilla can be good or not. But Lan Feng'er knew from selling steamed buns that he had been in town for months. If it's good, it's certainly not like that.

When the two entered the bamboo forest, they saw a middle-aged man asking Li's mother. And beside the middle-aged man, there was another person, who held the jade flute tightly in his hand.

"Senior Brother Yang!?" Nalan Yue looked at the man in surprise, and understood in her heart that the matter of the pulsatilla must have been exposed.

Seeing Nalan Yue and Lan Feng'er coming over, Sick Yang hurriedly walked over.

"Morning junior sisters!" said Sick Yang looked at Lan Feng'er with a smile.

"Hmph!" Lan Feng'er snorted lightly and walked towards the middle-aged man. She stood respectfully behind the middle-aged man, clasped her hands into fists and said, "Master!"

"Dad, why are you here? Nalan Yue walked to the middle-aged man's side with a smile.

The middle-aged man said: "Mama Li, after putting down the food, you can go back!" After Mama Li left, the middle-aged man turned around, and he didn't have the slightest expression on his face.

"You are so bold that you dare to bring a stranger into the Huayue Sect. It seems that what the master warned you on weekdays, you have long forgotten everything. ”

The middle-aged man's cold face was slightly angry. He folded his hands behind his back and turned to the side angrily.

The man's face was dark, like black charcoal. His sword eyebrows are deep, and his eyes are deep. The nose is like a hanging gall, and the mouth is like a hanging river. A face with a lot of beards.

There is a faint light in his eyes, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant. He is the peak master of this peak, Yushu.

"Don't dare!" Lan Feng'er heard this, and hurriedly knelt down.

"Dad, this doesn't matter to my senior sister! I made my own opinion, I want to" Nalan Yue was interrupted by Yushu before she finished speaking.

"Get down on your knees!" Yushu turned abruptly and scolded.

After a moment, Yushu looked at the two of them angrily, and snorted coldly: "You are getting more and more bold, and you have even brought a demonic person into the Huayue Sect. ”

"What?" Nalan Yue and Lan Feng'er looked at each other, not knowing why.

"I've told me everything. This person has red hair, red eyes, and evil aura spread all over his body. Yushu looked at the confused appearance of the two and was furious.

"Master, just drive that person away from the Huayue faction. Why bother to anger the two junior sisters for the sake of outsiders?" Sick Yang didn't expect Yushu to be angry, knowing that he had completely angered the two junior sisters this time. In order to ease the tense atmosphere, he hurriedly interceded for the two.

Yushu's face softened slightly, and he pointed at the sick man and said, "Look, now your senior brother is still interceding for you?"

Nalan Yue and Lan Feng'er were disdainful in their hearts, but they didn't say anything on the surface, they just lowered their heads and remained silent.

At this point, the door opened at an inopportune time. A teenager walked out from within, ignoring the presence of others, and walked to the meal and ate by himself.

When Yushu and Sick Yang saw the young man, the puzzled look on their faces became stronger and stronger.

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