"Don't resist. ”

As soon as Yang Fan's words fell, he slowly opened his left hand, revealing a silver-gray quaint ring, which seemed ordinary.

Wushuang's eyes were closed, calm as water, and he felt that he had entered a strange space under the traction of a mysterious force.

It was a dead and silent space, all around it was red, only the land beneath his feet, green, and the wisps of pure life, like a source, converged towards him.

"This is ......"

Wushuang felt lost and shocked.

"Xianhong Space, you are the second person to enter this place. ”

Yang Fan stood beside him and sighed lightly.

If it weren't for the impending difficulties, he wouldn't have let Wushuang enter this place to recuperate, although the Xianhong Space was not his personal property.

Wushuang only felt that the vitality in his body was a little full, and his spirit was also recovering rapidly, and the injuries on his body were recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Yang Fan was cross-legged beside him, and a layer of green light was shrouded around him, flowing endlessly.

"Beyond the green land is the land of death, and even if a high-ranking monk comes in, there is no possibility of survival. ”

Yang Fan said lightly.

"I entered here as if I couldn't control my life......"

Wushuang stared at him, his gaze was very keen.

Yang Fan nodded approvingly: "Entering here, I can easily take your life, even if a high-level monk comes in, it is possible that he will be killed by me." ”

Wushuang took a deep breath, felt the breath of this space, and said in a low voice: "This gives me a very strange feeling, what kind of existence is it?"

"This space is not mine, Yang just has a small habitat here, and I am just a pioneer here. ”

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Wastelander?" the Peerless Divine Sense shook his head in the dead silence around him, "Are there really other creatures here?"

Yang Fan was silent, he wasn't sure at all, he was all listening to what the puppy said.

"In theory, there must be ...... in practice"

On the other side of the green earth, in front of an antique pavilion, the voice of a dog was heard.

"You are ......," Wushuang stared.

The puppy squinted at him and whispered, "So he's ......"

When Wushuang faced the puppy, he suddenly had the illusion of being seen through.

"It's not a matter of small talk, we're going to deal with those little fish. ”

Yang Fan's general mind returned to the real space.

"Now you've regained some strength, right?"

Yang Fan stood up and looked at Wushuang.

"Dealing with a few ants, it should be fine. ”

Wushuang pulled out his sword, and with a "poof" of his body, he floated up and returned to the outside of the pit.

Yang Fan's mental trauma was very serious, and the pain was incomparable.

He barely managed his mana to jump out of the giant pit created by the two of them.

"Bad ......"

The middle-aged contemplation monk was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

"Die!"

Yang Fan's eyes froze and raised his left hand.

The middle-aged monk's body stiffened, only to feel that his eyes were dark, and his mind was forcibly pulled to a strange space.

Before he could react, a hand had crushed his throat.

At the same time, in the real space, he "pounced", his throat was shattered, and he died of exhaustion.

Such a scene is chilling, and the death is inexplicable, and even the enemy's body is not touched.

An elder of the sect in the contemplation period was killed without the power to resist.

This is the special ability of Yang Fan Immortal Hongjie, forced summoning.

An irresistible spike.

Any existence below his level can be directly summoned by the Xianhong Ring to "reflect" to the Xianhong space.

When the body dies, the body will also die at the same time.

"Run!"

The rest of the monks hurriedly fled into the sect, trying to hide in the protection of the formation.

"It's up to you......"

Yang Fan fell to the ground weakly, and his mana consumption was huge.

"Leave it to me!"

Wushuang was dressed in white, floating in the wind and dust, and the peerless sword in his hand was gently waved, and the cold light flickered.

Every time he swings a sword, he can easily harvest a life, and his movements are elegant, turning swordsmanship into a miracle and rising to an artistic realm.

Yang Fan stared at his movements and breathing, and couldn't help but benefit a lot.

He had to admit that Wushuang was a natural kendo master, he seemed to be the same kind as the sword, and his understanding of the sword had reached an unbelievable realm.

In a matter of moments, Wushuang harvested the lives of dozens of monks, including two elders in the contemplation period.

"A bold fanatic, dare to spread wild ...... in my 'Cold Moon Gate'"

At this moment, a white-bearded old man, driving a green ruler, came through the air.

"Patriarch! Patriarch is out!"

Immediately, the disciples of the Cold Moon Sect, who were originally scattered, had high morale and came towards Yang Fan.

Sou!

The white-bearded old man flew over in the blink of an eye, and a powerful spiritual pressure surged from his body, making Yang Fan and the others change their complexions.

A master in the foundation building period!

Generally, small sects have ancestors or guests in the foundation building period, otherwise other sects would have been swallowed up long ago.

"I'm short of energy now, I can only play one or two percent of my strength, I'm afraid it's not his opponent......"

There is no two-way Yang Fan's divine consciousness transmission.

"I can only shoot at the critical moment!"

Yang Fan also knew the crisis of the situation at the moment, and seized the time to recover.

The secret technique of the Immortal Ring, forced summoning, can only be used three times a day.

Every time I use it, it's a lot of work.

Woohoo!

Wushuang ignored the white-bearded old man, his figure fluttering out of the dust, flashing on the oasis, and with every swing of his sword, he could easily harvest the surname of a low-level monk.

"Take your life!"

Seeing him slaughtering his own disciples, the old man of the White Beard Foundation Building Period suddenly jumped like thunder, and shot out a bronze treasure tripod in his hand, carrying a powerful might, towards the Wushuang Cover.

Wushuang only felt a suction force coming, and his body involuntarily flew towards the bronze treasure tripod.

"This bronze treasure is not an ordinary magic weapon......"

Yang Fan looked at the bronze treasure with burning eyes.

Swish!

At this moment of crisis, the cyan light wave on Wushuang's body flashed, disappeared from the spot, and appeared a few feet away.

"Wind Escape!"

The old man in the white-bearded foundation building period looked shocked.

The white-clothed young man in front of him not only had amazing strength, but he also mastered the magical wind escape technique.

A supernatural power retreat technique like this must at least enter a high level before it can be cultivated, and the supernatural power method is hard to find.

This bronze treasure tripod is the treasure of his Cold Moon Gate, and once it is activated, it is difficult for ordinary monks in the foundation building period to escape.

Woohoo!

Wushuang flickered, the sword was deadly, and in a breath, four or five swords could be swung, and the bloody qi spread in the air.

"Run!"

A monk retreats and flees out of the oasis.

Yang Fan sneered, slowly raised his left hand, and the fleeing monk's body stiffened, his throat was crushed, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

Then he stood up and slashed his sword to kill the monk who tried to escape.

"Ahh

The eyes of the old man in the white-bearded foundation building period were red, but he was as elegant as dust without a double body method, and he had the "instantaneous wind technique", so he couldn't help it.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and it fell on Yang Fan, who was extremely weak and badly injured over there: "Kill him first!"

(To be continued)