The whirling fruit of foreign spirit blood greatly attracted Yang Ji's expectations, and it actually made Jin Dansong's strength soar by two times, and ordinary Jin Dan was high-level, and he was not an opponent at all.

"Come with me

Yang Fan took Linghu Xiaochan's hand, and "Xiangyun boots" under his feet. Xiao Yinmang trembled slightly, even if he brought a person, his speed was far beyond that of ordinary foundation building, which was still the result of not using all his strength.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun in the black robe remembered the words of his master Ling Husong, and even though he had great prejudices against Yang Fan, he still followed.

In addition, he was accompanied by two foundation-building monks and a number of contemplative disciples.

One-third of the monks of the Xianlai Sect followed Yang Fan to break through.

"Stop them and cut them down!"

Xu Feng stood far away, his cold gaze swept away Linghu Xiaoxi and Yang Fan, and he immediately knew the importance of these two, and he couldn't let them run no matter what.

He is very smart, his body floats into the distance, always distances himself from Ling Husong, does not fight hard with him, delays time and waits for backup.

"Hahaha, don't think about success

Ling Hu Song let out a long laugh, and after killing a Jindan high-rank, his body flashed forward like a gale, stopping most of the monks who were trying to pursue Yang Fan and the others.

Call!

The blue light film around Linghu Song's body flickered faintly, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a violent green wind swept away, and several monks in the foundation building period in front of him, all of whom were swept in, were immediately crushed to pieces, and their bodies were crushed.

The power of the high level is unstoppable, and every gesture contains the great power of pink gold and broken iron.

Not to mention an ordinary monk, even if a magic weapon is placed in front of him, it can be turned into powder in an instant.

What's more, Ling Husong in front of him also took the inferior anti-spirit blood, and his strength skyrocketed by two times.

"You guys run quickly, after the old man is broken alone, it will be enough, and by the way, he will also avenge my "Xianlai Sect, the dead disciple!"

Linghu Song is full of fighting spirit. The momentum is vast and powerful. can be high-spirited, as if back to the time of youth.

Immediately, he unleashed a wooden green flying sword. The sword looked wooden, but it was unusually hard, and under the attack, it carried a strange green poisonous gas. Everywhere they passed, the monks in the area felt poisonous gas entering their bodies. The limbs are numb, and the seven orifices bleed.

"Be careful, that's a poisonous sword!"

Xu Feng stood in the distance, his eyes staring. He took out a round and smooth warm jade and pinched it in his hand. Just in case.

He was also a little anxious in his heart, why hadn't the backup come yet?

"Little Jindan is at the beginning of the stage, and Hugh is rampant"

At this moment, a voice full of infinite coercion came from all directions, making the hearts of all the monks tremble, and they directly "buzzed" in their heads. Creaked.

This coercion and momentum far surpassed the ordinary Jindan beginner level, and even Ling Husong turned pale

"Is there something more terrible than the enemy".

Yang Fan was secretly frightened, and secretly glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and found that a black-robed old man with demonic energy was flying in the distance, and his momentum was even more terrifying.

If you compare Zhuo Jing, who has just entered Jindan, with it, it is like the difference between a baby and a strong man.

It is also high-level. The strength is so bad, is it the old monster who came from the Yuan Infant Stage?

"It's not good, this is the great monk in the late stage of Jindan, you guys hurry up, the old man is not sure to deal with him

At this moment, Linghu Song's divine consciousness came over.

The great monk of the late Jindan period!!

Yang Fan's heart sank. Although he hadn't stepped into the advanced level, he knew the level division.

Once you step into the advanced level, even if it is a small stage gap, the difference in strength may be 108,000 miles.

And in these realms, whether it is Jin Dan or Yuan Ying, once they enter the late realm, they represent the supernatural power of that stage!

Therefore, after the later realm, it is the great monk in the realm who stands on a commanding height.

In contrast, the Dzogchen realm is only a wishful consummation of the realm, and there is no qualitative leap in supernatural powers. The gap with the later realm is not too big.

At this moment, as soon as he saw the late Jindan Great Monk, he even took the "inferior anti-spirit blood." Linghu Song was moved.

"Wait for everyone to retreat, and this old man will be handed over to me Wei. ”

The black-robed Jindan Grand Monk was arrogant. It was like a god descending from the sky, and his majestic momentum overwhelmed the audience. directly drove away Xu Feng and others.

"Take me a palm".

The Grand Monk of Kansheng Jindan snorted coldly, and a palm slashed out in the air, and a black stream of light rushed towards Linghu Song like a torrent.

Ling Hu Song used all his strength, and the blue light on his arm flashed. A palm was slowly slapped out, condensing a thick and majestic force.

Bang!

The two powerful forces clashed together, and a loud noise came from the space, and the blood and qi of the nearby monks were churning.

Ling Husong's body trembled slightly, and he shook in the void, barely steady.

The great monk surnamed Wei Jindan was as stable as Mount Tai, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and he immediately sneered: "Hahaha, look at the strength of your secret medicine after improvement, how long can it last?" Wei hopes that you can hold on for a little longer, and accompany the old man to move his muscles and bones!

The figure of the demon monk surnamed Wei was like a ghost and entangled towards the Linghu Song, and the afterimages in the void were repeated, and he launched a continuous attack in an instant, like a thunderbolt, and his power could be described as shocking.

In front of this Jindan Great Cultivator, Ling Husong could only support himself, but fortunately, he practiced the wood exercises. The ability to sustain is relatively strong.

If it weren't for taking "Reverse Spirit."

The price has doubled, and Hu Songre is afraid that he is not qualified to merge with the other party at all, and the soil rate is extremely high

Moreover, this monk surnamed Wei did not use the magic weapon, as if he deliberately wanted to "move his muscles and bones" with Ling Husong, otherwise he would not be able to last long with the other party's identity as a cultivator, once he sacrificed a powerful magic weapon.

"This old man is strong. Nothing but nobody."

Xu Feng, as a monk in the early stage of Jindan, hated and feared the great monk surnamed Jindan, this person was not a monk of his "Immortal Illusion Lingyun Sect", but a monk of another demon sect of the Seven Great Sects of the Jin Kingdom.

He gritted his teeth and coldly ordered, "Ten foundation building period monks, follow me to pursue!"

With the great monk surnamed Wei Jindan dealing with Ling Husong, Xu Feng was relieved and aimed at the monk who escaped.

Woo Woo Woo ",

He led ten foundation-building period monks to pursue in the direction of Yang Fan.

"Hmph, that kind of hard work of chasing and killing deserters, I Wei don't bother to do it, "Besides, how can the harvest of killing those deserters compare to this group of ancestors?"

When the Grand Monk of Kansheng Jindan was fighting, he secretly glanced at Xu Feng, who was far away, and secretly sneered in his heart.

It turned out that he was also playing his own wishful thinking.

It was the seven major sects of the Jin State that invaded the Luoshan Kingdom, which was an alliance of various forces, and it also had its own ghosts. Phew

And at the moment. The three spirit rulers in Yang Fan's hand floated, and a three-color arc light broke out of the air, shaking back and injuring the two foundation building period monks who chased nearby.

Bang heart

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and his other hand slapped a palm in the air.

Immediately, a piece of green gas atomized into a flying eagle, and a green light and shadow swept by, and the speed was like lightning, cutting the throats of the two foundation building period powerhouses.

Poof!

Two foundation-building monks died.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun followed Yang Fan, feeling frightened, but he didn't expect Yang Fan's strength to be so strong.

Along the way, this was the fourth time he had seen Yang Fan kill the same level of Zhuji.

Even with Linghu Xiaoxi, Yang Fan's speed is so fast, if it weren't for the middle-aged people surnamed Sun. He had already fled farther away.

Four shots, killing seven faster foundation building period monks, seeing that there are fewer and fewer monks following behind.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. I was a little worried about Ling Husong. I don't know if he can handle the Jindan monk.

"I'll see where you're going!"

At this moment, a sneer came from behind him, and then the piercing sound of breaking the sky entered his ears.

A cyan glow shot from afar, and the Xu Feng Jindan monk chased after him. The speed is half that of Yang Fan in his heyday.

"Not good. The high-ranking monks came after him

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun had a look of fear on his face, and his eyes were full of despair.

Yang Fan had already expected it, and his eyes swept coldly at the middle-aged man surnamed Sun: "If you give up your thoughts, Yang Fan will immediately leave you alone." ”

"Don't, don't,"

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun almost roared: "I follow you and listen to you for everything." ”

"Mark my words. As long as there is a glimmer of hope in the heart, there must be a chance to escape. ”

Yang Fan coldly dropped a sentence and pulled Linghu Xiaoxi to continue flying into the distance.

He must be out of the main battlefield, at least not in the divine sense of the late Jindan Great Cultivator

When encountering the early Jindan monks, Yang Fan still has some chances, but if he is chased and killed by the late Jindan monks, then it will be a real nine deaths.

"Huh, this kid didn't borrow a magic weapon, he can fly. It's still so fast."

Xu Feng sensed a trace of abnormality, and his eyes stared at Yang Fan's boots in vain.

"What's that?"

A hint of greed flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, feeling that this treasure was unusual.

"Stay!"

The sound of breaking the air behind him trembled violently, and a cyan glow swept through the sky overhead, immediately blocking the way of Yang Fan and the others.

"Pharmacist Yang

Yang Fan felt Linghu Xiaoxi's hands tremble. The delicate body stiffened, obviously falling into the shadow of death and fear.

"Sun Daoyou. You flee from the other direction first, and this person will let Yang deal with one or two first. ”

Yang Fan's face was pale, and his divine sense transmitted. Let the middle-aged surname Sun leave.

"Then you..." and Xi'er. ”

The middle-aged surname Sun hesitated slightly.

"Get out of here, don't get in the way!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly. He was already unhappy with this middle-aged man surnamed Sun.

"Then I'll go" The middle-aged man surnamed Sun had a cold face, he finally understood, it turned out that Yang Fan was idle at all, his strength was weak, and he was in the way.

Shout!

The middle-aged surname Sun turned around and fled in another direction.

"You step back a few dozen feet first. ”

Yang Fan let go of Linghu Xiaoxi's hand and said calmly.

"Pharmacist Yang, you" made Hu Xiaoxi look worried and nervous, but when she touched Yang Fan's calm gaze, her heart was inexplicably relieved, and she obediently retreated dozens of feet away.

"Hehe, junior, don't you have the courage to fight with me Xu Mou?"

Xu Feng glanced at Yang Fan with a condescending look, with a bit of drama in his eyes.

Since stepping into the Jindan period. It was also the first time he had seen a low-level ant dare to challenge a high-level authority.

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