Chapter 500: Famous in Northern Qin (Part 2)

"stop."

Even though this sound was not loud, it had supreme majesty and came from more than ten miles away. A pressure that shocked the monks in the audience also came.

Fairy's eyes were staring into the distance, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes were full of horror.

What a strong man she was that she was so frightened that she, the high-level Nascent Soul who had been famous for a long time.

In the field of vision, at the end of the sky, a blood-colored spot of light, from far to near, wherever it passes, the clouds in the sky are dyed bloody.

In a faint vaguely, a bloody pressure enveloped the entire area, within a radius of hundreds of miles, and all living beings felt fear and uneasy.

All monks couldn't help but look up and looked into the distance.

call out!

I saw a blood-colored light and shadow pressing towards this place at an unattainable speed.

But in the field of vision, the figure seemed so slow, like a heavy mountain, slowly approaching, making everyone's heartbeat faster and they could hardly breathe.

Only the advanced spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul can capture the face and appearance of that person.

It was only a dozen miles away in front of that man.

The visitor was an old man in white clothes, with an old-fashioned face, with his eyes looking down proudly, and there was an extremely strange blood mole on his forehead.

He just came with his hands behind his back, stepping on a roaring blood cloud under his feet, and circles of blood-colored ripples rolled around, making the mountains and forests under his feet and the clouds above his head dyed blood.

The bloody and killing spirit fills every corner.

"Haha, it turns out it's the Blood Refining Ancestor. It depends on whether you have time to rescue this person."

Yang Fan's expression was awe-inspiring at first, then a trace of teasing flashed in his eyes.

The Phantom Spirit Bloodsucking Snake Whip has tied up Zi Xin Zhenren layer by layer. Under the severe injury, even if he struggles and resists, he cannot get rid of it.

Due to the arrival of the Nascent Soul Cultivator, Zi Xin Zhenren showed joy on his face. While struggling, he hoped to refine the ancestor with blood, so he refused to give up this body easily.

The Phantom Spirit Bloodsucking Snake Whip made his limbs numb and even began to absorb the essence and blood from his body.

The ancestor of Xuelian frowned slightly and shouted coldly: "Fellow Daoist Yang wants to use this person to threaten me?"

"Threat? Not to mention, I just want to play a game."

Yang Fan showed a bright smile on his face.

Even in front of the three great monks in the Northern Qin land, he was still calm and composed.

"Game?" The Blood Refining Ancestor had already flew to a hundred feet away, and the pressure brought by the thick blood of killing made people feel trembling.

"I asked him to run for ten breaths first to see if the Blood Refining fellow can intercept my pursuit."

Yang Fan smiled even stronger, and the phantom spirit bloodsucking snake whip in his hand slightly released.

Hearing this, everyone on the field was stunned, and even Zi Xin Zhenren, who was sandwiched between the two, was stunned.

It is obvious that after Yuyang Kingdom, Yang Fan wanted to play with the Blood Refining Ancestor.

"I wonder what you want to bet on?" The Xuelian Ancestor narrowed his eyes into a slit.

The last time he fought with Yang Fan in Yuyang Country, he lost once, and this time he was cautious.

"If you really want to bet on anything, then the bet will be his life..."

There was a hint of playfulness in Yang Fan's eyes and he was thrown at Zixin Zhenren.

Zi Xin Zhenren's expression changed and she felt a little bit of a bad thing.

As a middle-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, would he be reduced to the point of making bets on games?

The field was dead silent.

In the sky, Yang Fan and the ancestor Xuelian were facing each other from afar. The man in the middle, Zi Xin was tied up by a snake whip, and was in an awkward and subtle state.

The monks from the Seven Sects of Jin State and the Xianlai Sect saw the conversation between them and were extremely shocked.

"I don't know what the Taoist thought about Blood Refining?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

The ancestor of Blood Refining looked at him with a little deep meaning, and pondered: "Okay, just as you wish."

The situation at this moment was really subtle. Master Zi Xin was tied to the two of them. Even though the Blood Refining Ancestor, as a great cultivator of the Nascent Soul, did not dare to do it easily.

Otherwise, before the two of them could decide the outcome, Zi's beloved would be tragically killed by the two.

"Okay, the game begins-"

Yang Fan's face was always filled with a bright smile, and no one could tell what he really thought.

Swish!

After letting go of the Phantom Spirit Bloodsucking Snake Whip, the Zi Xin Zhenren's body shook, turned into a purple light, and fled.

"Ten...nine...eight..."

Yang Fan began to count down, and the field was so quiet that he could even hear his breathing and heartbeat.

Bang bang!

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The entire area, everyone's eyes are focused here.

Strangely, the Blood Refining Ancestor was just confronting him, with an unusual look of concentration and no movement.

Whoosh!

At this moment, two powerful auras flew from afar, which turned out to be two powerful Nascent Souls. Judging from the bloody aura emitted by the body, they were obviously other people of the elder-level figure of the Blood Refining Sect.

When they came here, they happened to hear Yang Fan's countdown:

“Seven…six…five…”

The air seemed to condense on the scene, Yang Fan's voice was neither loud nor small, and there was a slight smile on his face.

When the two powerful Nascent Souls saw the scene in the sky, their faces showed a strange look. After understanding the situation, they couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Bet on life.

What I bet on is the fate of the powerful Nascent Soul.

This is simply horrifying!!!

The lover Zi, who had just escaped and ran away for life, was a living bet.

call out--

Zi Xin Zhenren flew to the distance regardless of everything.

As one of the ten most powerful Yuanying masters in the Northern Qin Dynasty, he fell to such a state of decline, and his life became a bet between the two peak powerful men.

Such a situation is simply unheard of in the history of the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

Therefore, when these two powerful Nascent Souls learned about the situation, they were not afraid to produce one.

They deeply understand that this level of battle is definitely not something they can intervene.

"Five...Four...Three..." Yang Fan's voice was very calm, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Hundreds of people in the audience held their breath at this moment.

“Three…two…one!!”

The words finally fell.

call out!

Yang Fan flashed and chased towards Zixin Zhenren.

There was an uproar on the court, and the air that was holding in his chest was released.

However, before they could finish their breathing, the mutation regenerated.

"Leave!!"

The Blood Refining Ancestor shouted loudly, and the blood light flashed suddenly, and blood ripples spread throughout the area.

The sky was filled with blood, suppressing the world, trying to tie Yang Fan to the same place.

At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped hard, and a blood-colored palm that was four or five feet tall fell from the sky and grabbed Yang Fan hard.

A depressing shadow made everyone breathless.

This is the strength of the three most peak cultivators in the Northern Qin Dynasty!!

In terms of the level of magic power cultivation, the Blood Refining Ancestor is even better than the Three Evils Old Demons.

Huh~~~

Seeing that the bloody big hand was about to capture Yang Fan, the atmosphere of the whole audience reached a climax again.

Swish-

Suddenly, Yang Fan's Xiangyun boots trembled, moving out of thin air twenty or thirty feet out of thin air, avoiding this powerful blow that oppressed the world.
To be continued...