In the small courtyard house, Zhuo Fan sat cross-legged on the bedside, and it took a long time to exhale a suffocating breath and open his eyes.
Only one step away will be able to break through again and become a cultivator of the five levels of Qi gathering. It's a pity that the vitality in the body has always stayed at the peak of the four levels of Qi Gathering, unable to make any further progress.
I had known this a long time ago, I should have left some time on Heifeng Mountain to absorb the vitality of a few people. It was just that in order to save time, so much practice materials were wasted by letting blood babies kill.
Now, the war is imminent, and it is not easy for him to let the blooded baby go out. Otherwise, if you run into Elder Jian's group and destroy his blood baby, then he won't have time to cry.
Zhuo Fan shook his head helplessly and murmured: "Let's bear it, they should also fight!"
However, just as his words fell, a terrifying breath suddenly rushed towards them.
Surprised, Zhuo Fan hurried out of the house and jumped onto the roof. But I saw that someone had already volleyed above the void, looking at it, it was Long Jiu.
At this moment, he also looked at the direction where the breath came, one eye kept shrinking, and the strong killing intent spread out without concealment. Even though Zhuo Fan was a hundred steps away from the Qianlong Pavilion branch, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Sure enough, they are all masters of the Sky Profound Realm!"
Although Zhuo Fan couldn't see the strength of Long Jiu, his guess was also above the Profound Sky. Now seeing him standing in the void, he was even more sure of this guess. As for the two new old men, they were even masters in the Sky Profound Realm.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan looked around, but didn't see the two people showing up, and immediately thought of their plans. Presumably they had already done an ambush, so that Jian Fan couldn't come and go.
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan's mouth conjured up an evil smile.
These three old men made such an arrangement, which shows that Qianlong Pavilion is determined to fight the Nethergu Valley to the end, regardless of the consequences. As a result, if the two sides had no room for reconciliation, the Luo family would be truly safe.
"Zhuo Fan, what happened?"
At this time, Luo Yunshang, Lei Yuting and others came to the courtyard together, but the old man did not come. Zhuo Fan knew that he was still refining medicine power, and his strength had not recovered. On their side, after all, they lack a master who can really withstand it.
So he hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing out, go back!"
These little things, they can pinch to death with one finger in front of the master of the Sky Profound Realm, but Zhuo Fan himself can rely on the nine-day dragon formation.
Seeing Zhuo Fan's solemn expression, Luo Yunchang also knew that the matter was serious, and immediately picked up his younger brother and led everyone back to the house to escape. Just before leaving, he glanced at him: "Zhuo Fan, you also have to be careful!"
Zhuo Fan didn't speak, but just nodded slightly, before looking into the void again.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
Suddenly, noisy laughter rang in front of everyone's ears, and a black cloud slowly floated over the Qianlong Pavilion. Accompanied by laughter, an old man in a black robe slowly walked out of the black cloud, his sparse hair fluttering in the wind, and his evil pupils stared at Long Jiu who was opposite, but his cold eyes glanced towards the courtyard from time to time. Last glance.
"Vulture Jian Fan, you are so courageous, really dare to go to the old man's place to cause trouble?" When Long Jiuyi saw the elder Jian, one eye immediately turned blood red. The deep hatred made him have a strong killing intent with every word he said.
With a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, Jian Fan the Condor laughed loudly and said: "Long Jiu, your people from Qianlong Pavilion killed our disciple Youquan in Nethergu, don't you allow the old man to ask for justice?"
"Justice? You people in Nether Valley, also know what justice is?"
Long Jiu's breathing gradually began to rush, as if thinking of some deep grievances, he shouted angrily, "Who designed to deceive the old man to Luoye City, and who set the trap to ruin the old man's Zi Leijin with three to one. Eye?"
Purple Thunder Golden Eye
Hearing this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help being startled. He didn't expect that there were still people in Fanjie who practiced such supernatural powers.
Legend has it that the purple thunder golden eye is one of the strongest three emperors among the ten ancient emperors, a god eye of the emperor of heaven. Glittering golden light implies the destruction of the gods of thunder. Even a saint-level master, if he takes a look at it, he will be utterly devastated. Even an ordinary emperor-level master can hardly meet him ten times.
But I didn't expect that such a magical cultivation method would actually be encountered in a mortal cultivator. I just don't know how many days he has cultivated. If it was the sixth heaven, it would be a pity that it was ruined.
Even if it was placed on his Demon Emperor, it was even more vexing than the hatred of killing his father and the hatred of taking his wife.
"Hahaha… "
Jian Fan didn't feel ashamed when he heard what he said. Instead, he laughed triumphantly: "That's you stupid, who can be blamed? Back then, you were one of the best in Qianlong Pavilion by virtue of purple thunder and gold eyes. Now there is no support, I am afraid. Has retired to the last. As one of the nine elders, but can only guard Fenglincheng in the land of this side, it is ridiculous, ridiculous."
"Jian Fan!"
Long Jiu gritted his teeth, his whole body exploded, and there really seemed to be blood flowing in one of his eyes: "A dazzling enemy, the old man is not in the same breath with you!"
As soon as the voice fell, Long Jiu rushed forward. In the palm of one hand, it was like a golden dragon wrapped around it, and it slammed out.
"Spirit-level intermediate martial arts, Dragon Claw!"
Roar!
The dragon chant resounded throughout the world, and the golden dragon in Long Jiu's hand suddenly rushed out as if it were alive. The appearance of spreading teeth and dancing claws, as if to completely shred the enemy in front of him.
With a cold smile, Jian Fan cast a disdainful look, and then waved casually.
In an instant, the gurgling black air emanated from the sleeves of his robe, and then turned into a black chain, instantly binding the golden dragon. With a squeeze of the palm, the golden dragon wailed again and shattered.
"Intermediate Spirit Level 5, Nether Chain!"
Jian Fan sneered: "Long Jiu, you used to be a dragon with purple thunder and golden eyes, but now you are a worm. The name of the god-eye Long Jiu no longer exists..."
However, before he could finish speaking, a palm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and grabbed his wrist.
"Qianlong Claw!"
As if being caught by a pair of iron tongs, Jian Fan couldn't break free for a while, but he was not in a hurry, instead he sneered again and again: "Huh, I can't use the spirit-level martial arts, let alone this mortal-level martial arts?"
"Hehehe... This is not to kill you, but..."
A strange arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, and Long Jiu slammed Jian Fan straight to the ground! At the same time, the blond old man and the red-haired old man sprang out from nowhere and flew in the direction where Jian Fan fell.
"not good!"
The pupils of his eyes shrank slightly, and Jian Fan couldn't help being shocked.
He only now knew what the role of Long Jiu's Qianlong Claw was just now. It was not to hurt him, but to put him in the siege of three people, leaving him nowhere to escape.
It seems that Long Jiu is determined to kill himself, but...
Thinking of this, the corners of Jian Fan's mouth curled up in a strange arc.
"Shoot!"
Swish!
Along with Jian Fan's loud shout, two men in black robes suddenly rushed out of the black cloud and rushed towards Long Jiu.
This time, Long Jiu and the blond old man were surprised. It turned out that Nether Valley also had an ambush. However, through Zhuo Fan's intelligence, they already knew that Netherworld Valley had also sent additional helpers here, so they had already made countermeasures.
"Old nine, hold on!"
The blond old man yelled, without any reduction in speed, and rushed straight towards Jian Fan. The red-haired old man followed closely, as if he didn't care about Long Jiu's life or death.
Long Jiu grinned, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a long sword shaped like a dragon head appeared in front of him, and he slashed at the two black-robed men: "As long as you can kill Jian Fan, Lao Tzu's death is worth it. "
"Level 3 Spirit Soldier, Proud Dragon Sword?"
When the two saw this weapon appearing, they were startled, and they dared not rush forward. As soon as he moved, he immediately avoided the slash of the long sword.
Huh!
A golden light flew out from the sides of the two black-robed men, and in an instant, it was accompanied by a thunderstorm. The entire sky, under this golden light, was visibly divided into two halves, and it took more than ten milliseconds before they came together again.
The sharpness of this spirit soldier can even cut air.
The two black-robed men looked at each other with horror. They couldn't help but step back more than ten steps, and distanced themselves from Long Jiu. They never expected that Qianlong Pavilion would lend this treasure to him.
"good!"
Seeing Long Jiu's desperate blow, scared off the two Nether Valley masters, the blond old man couldn't help shouting in applause. The golden light all over his body was prosperous, every place around his body showed sharp aura, and he rushed towards Jian Fan.
Without the support of those two helpers, Jian Fan was already the meat on the chopping board and couldn't run away.
"Lao Jiu, look good, let's see how the third brother slaughtered him."
The blond old man laughed and waved his arms suddenly. Although he didn't use any martial arts, wherever he swiped his arm, there would be a harsh buzzing sound in the air, as if to cut the space.
The pupils of his eyes shrank slightly, and Jian Fan's forehead had already exuded fine cold sweat, as if he had smelled the breath of death...
boom!
Suddenly, just when the blond elder was about to take the first level of Jian Fan, a purple light suddenly appeared, and then there was a loud noise. The blond elder who was rushing forward was knocked out for no reason, and couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.
The red-haired old man was taken aback and hurried to the blond old man. But the blond old man didn't mind paying attention to his injuries, just staring solemnly at the place where the smoke billowed in front of him.
Long Jiu in the sky looked there with a shocked expression on his face.
After a while, a gust of breeze passed, and the smoke dispersed, revealing Jian Fan who was panting inside. But at this moment, there was no panic on his face, only the madness and arrogance after escaping from a catastrophe.
"It's really dangerous. I didn't expect Qianlong Pavilion to send the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder to help this old thing! Overturned the river and fell the sea golden dragon, the fire burned the sky and exploded the flame dragon, and the old man admired his name for a long time. Seeing it today, it really deserves his reputation!"
With his eyes narrowed, the blond and red-haired old men stared at the front closely, but they did not look at him, but on his shoulder...
Devour the ghost crow!
Zhuo Fan was startled and frowned deeply.
He didn't expect that the monster sacrificed by the elder Jian turned out to be a devouring ghost.
Devouring ghost crow itself does not have any great talents, but it can swallow all things and give them the attributes of all things. Therefore, the strength of Devouring Ghost Crow lies entirely with the owner.
However, it is obvious that this Devouring Ghost Crow is definitely the stronger one.
Zhuo Fan's brows trembled, and he looked at one eye of the ghost crow far away. Unlike its other jet-black eye, it was a golden pupil emitting light purple light, and there was a faint thunderous sound in it.
"Three Heavens, Purple Thunder Golden Eyes!"
Zhuo Fan murmured...