Phew――

The most powerful earth-shattering sword in the history of Wushuang, with the power of brittle bones and decay, with the power of heaven and earth, the power of thunder and lightning, and the way of the sword to the realm, with a fierce breath of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, and moving forward, it came from the air.

This sword, it lit up the dim sky of the desert oasis, like the dawn of dawn, like a bright spot when chaos opens up.

With such a general trend and such a might, even if a real high-level monk is here, he must be afraid of three points.

Although the level of strength is still at the limit of the peak of foundation building, its general trend of heaven and earth, the power of thunder and lightning, and the extraordinary artistic conception are enough to make ordinary high-level monks sigh to themselves.

Yang Fan was uncharacteristically calm, and even the loss of the ironclad puppet did not alarm the waves in his heart.

The demonic energy that enveloped his body dissipated, and a crescent mark appeared on his forehead, flickering and darkening, and a strange fluctuation of palpitations rippled in this dark desert oasis.

Hum -

Suddenly, a dark demonic flame burst out of his palm, and in the center of the flame, there was a mysterious ghostly light, flashing and flickering, mysterious and weird.

This ghostly light, beating like a heart, had a strange resonance with Yang Fan's soul fluctuations and heartbeat.

At this moment, within a radius of more than ten miles, in the land of the oasis, all the hidden creatures, including the few monks, their souls were beating with the flickering of the ghostly light.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

The silent heartbeats plunged the desert oasis into a deathly silence.

It felt as if everyone was dead, leaving a lifeless world.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and all the demonic qi in his body was infused into it, not only that, but even a part of the essence blood in his body was drained.

"Go!"

Yang Fan slapped out with a sudden palm, and a destructive aura from the dark eternal came from the demonic flame, turning into death light, making the surroundings even darker.

Its existence is like a demon king, looking down on everything in this world, smiling proudly at the sky.

Buzz!

One bright and one dark, two domineering and extinct breaths collided together.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened, like day, and then darkened, like the end of the world.

A desert oasis, dead silent, without any sound.

All that remains: alternating light and dark.

In a moment, a silent explosion rippled at the soul level.

The desert oasis trembles all the souls.

Immediately, a cloud of dust and smoke enveloped the place.

......

Three days later, two staggering and weak backs, one black and one white, took the oasis as the starting point, and walked in two directions at dusk.

Ten days later, the sand and dust had already completely calmed down.

The entire oasis was buried in the dust.

Finally, at a certain moment, a dying young man got up from the soil.

He walked out of the underground cave dozens of feet below, and in order to escape, he used up almost all his mana and physical strength.

When he reached the surface, his face was frightened and hopeless.

In and out, he saw a corpse.

"Ancestor ......"

The young man said in a trembling voice.

It was the corpse of a white-bearded old man, his throat was crushed, his blood clotted, and the corpse had been decomposing for many days.

Then, he looked around, walked for a while, and found dozens of corpses.

"Dead...... They're all dead!"

The young man hugged his head and cried, looking confused and helpless.

Ten years ago, he was a teenager who was chased and killed, his family was ruined, and he fled to the "Yanyue Desert".

In the end, he encountered a sandstorm and was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, he was taken in by the "Cold Moon Gate" of the Immortal Cultivation Sect in the Yanyue Desert and worshiped under the door.

In the past ten years, he has cultivated diligently, but he is still in the realm of the early stage of qi refining, and such progress has been ridiculed by his peers, making the master sigh.

Half a month ago, he was sent to the desert to dig ore for refining tools.

At that moment, two strong men suddenly came to the desert to fight a decisive battle, which caused the entire "Cold Moon Gate" to fall into fear and panic.

At the beginning of the decisive battle, the rock layer collapsed, and he was hidden by a layer of dust and sand.

It took him ten days to dig a passage from the ground and walk to the surface.

However, the scene at this moment made him deeply frightened.

He examined it again and again and came to one conclusion:

Destroy the door!

Except for him, there were more than 100 people in the Cold Moon Gate, and not a single one died.

Who exactly is the murderer?

He took a deep breath and quickly thought of the two strong men who had come over for a decisive battle.

The young man walks weakly.

Finally, he came somewhere and found a huge crater.

This huge pit is dozens of zhang wide, oval-shaped, and the center is even more unfathomable, making people palpitate.

At both ends of the giant pit, the footprints of two people can be faintly seen, trapped in the oasis soil layer.

This is clearly the venue after the final battle between the two.

"Why the hell, why did they implicate the entire 'Cold Moon Gate' in their decisive battle?"

The young man roared to the sky, and then lay on the ground weakly.

The corpses of these Cold Moon Sect monks were not killed in the aftermath of the battle, they were obviously killed by man, some of the corpses were crushed throats, and some were cut into two pieces by sword qi.

At this moment, he has lost his home, his place of refuge, and he is about to become a helpless wanderer.

After a long time, he packed up some things and left the oasis alone.

There is some hatred in the young man's heart, but there is no revenge at all.

The strong, that's the real strong.

He took a deep breath and looked back at the huge pit left behind, leaving an infinite yearning in his heart.

As the oasis faded away, he had a mystery in his mind:

The final result of the decisive battle between the two strong men, who will win or lose?

At that moment, in the underground dozens of zhang below, he also felt a majestic demonic aura and sky-high sword intent.

Obviously, on both sides of the decisive battle, one is a demon path cultivator, and the other may be a righteous path immortal cultivator.

Who wins and who loses?

It was a mystery in his mind.

......

Two months later.

A young scholar, stepping on a spiritual weapon and flying sword, returned from Kyoto to Wuliu Town, on the edge of Yuyang Kingdom.

"It's finally ......"

The young scholar landed in an unpopulated corner, and took off a thin mask on his face, revealing a face with a slight vicissitudes of life.

He was one of the people who participated in the earth-shattering battle on the Yanyue Desert two months ago, Yang Fan, the first pharmacist in Kyoto, and Shi Qianhan, a demon monk.

At this moment, his face was still slightly pale and he looked weak.

"The deep wound of the soul is so difficult to recover ......"

It's not the first time Yang Fan has sighed so bitterly.

In that decisive battle, the essence blood he consumed and the injuries he suffered were the most serious in his life.

The power generated by the collision of the last blow is completely comparable to that of a high-level, and you can imagine the level of damage.

It took Yang Fan a month to completely repair the internal and external injuries.

However, the damage in the depths of the soul is extremely difficult to repair, and it has been two months, and it has been repaired for 12 out of 12.

Even at this moment, in Yang Fan's mind, the vague "sword" in Wushuang's eyes often appears.

"That 'sword' may really exist in the world in some way. ”

Yang Fan once thought so.

Fog Willow Town.

At this moment, it is already afternoon, and there is very little crowd.

However, Yang Fan's arrival also attracted the attention of the townspeople.

"Huh, isn't that Pharmacist Yang?"

"The first pharmacist in Wuliu Town, the 'Puai Medical Center' is what it opened. ”

"I remember that the 'Puai Medical Center' is now in charge of Miss Zheng?" asked someone suspiciously.

"You just moved to the town and don't know much about the situation, then Miss Zheng is a registered disciple of Pharmacist Yang. ”

"Pharmacist Zheng's medical skills are famous far and wide, and even the dignitaries and nobles in the city have come here to seek medical treatment, but they are only the disciples of this person?"

The man was stunned.

In the face of the whispers and discussions of the townspeople, Yang Fan just smiled faintly.

Of course, there were also many familiar townspeople who came to greet him.

Soon, when he walked somewhere on the street, Yang Fan smelled a familiar smell of herbs.

When I looked up, the words "Puai Medical Center" were placed in front of me.

"I have already arrived at my own medical center......

Yang Fan laughed at himself.

Since that battle, he had suffered severe soul trauma, and once he used his mind and senses, he felt a sharp pain.

Therefore, he rarely uses his divine sense now, but looks coldly at this mortal world and the turbulent immortal cultivator from the perspective of an ordinary person.

"It's been a year since I left Fog Willow Town...... I don't know if Xiao Man's medical skills and cultivation have progressed. ”

Yang Fan walked into the "Xianhong Medical Hall" slowly, and immediately saw two immortal cultivators and pharmacists sitting in the town.

Pharmacists?

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, he remembered that after he left, there were no other pharmacists in the medical hall except Zheng Xiaoman.

"This guest officer, are you here to see a doctor, please ...... here"

The one who spoke was a female apprentice, twelve or thirteen years old, very strange, Yang Fan had never seen it.

"I'm not here to see a doctor. Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Didn't you come to see a doctor?" the female apprentice was slightly stunned.

Yang Fan didn't say much, and walked straight to the inner hall of the medical hall.

"Childe stays!" The female apprentice was in a hurry, and it was obviously impossible to stop him.

"How can an ignorant mortal dare to trespass on the forbidden land of the 'Puai Medical Center'?"

One of the pharmacists in charge, about thirty years old, was a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining, and he glanced at Yang Fan with cold eyes.

With a "bang", he flashed in front of Yang Fan and stopped him from going.

Yang Fan was speechless and said, "This is my home, why can't I go in?"

"Is this your home?" When the young pharmacist heard this, he was stunned at first, and then sneered: "I think you are probably a little mentally crazy, so it is better to let this pharmacist prescribe a pair of medicine for you." ”

Feelings, he really treats Yang Fan as a mental patient.

Yang Fan: ......

Kyoto's No. 1 legendary pharmacist actually made a little pharmacist with an unknown name ridicule, and even prescribed medicine to him, a miracle doctor, in the name of mental epilepsy.

If people in Kyoto's medical circles knew about this, I am afraid that they would laugh off their big teeth.

"Where is Hu Fei?"

Yang Fan disdained to be as knowledgeable as him, his eyes stared, and a pressure was born out of thin air in the medical hall.

The young pharmacist's expression changed slightly, and he felt that the scholar in front of him, who seemed to be weak, was not an ordinary person, otherwise how could he bring himself a faint feeling of unease.

At this moment, a gentle woman's voice came from the inner hall of the medical hall: "Fang Ming, what's going on outside?"

Soon, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a goose yellow dress came out of it.

Seeing this woman walk out, the young man named Fang Ming's eyes lit up, and said with a courteous face: "Miss Zheng, you came out, this is a mentally crazy patient, and I am in charge of treating him......"

(To be continued)