Chapter 606: The island collapses

Puff~~

Under the gaze of thousands of monks, Nian Bing vomited blood in her mouth, her face turned pale, she was extremely embarrassed, and she was even more disgusted.

Is it unwillingness and jealousy, or is it the roar of despair falling into the abyss, questioning the injustice of the heavens?

At this moment, anyone with a little scheming on the field could see his previous tricks.

However, everyone miscalculated Yun Yuxi's deep love, tolerance and understanding of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was moved. He held Yu Xi's hand tightly. The two looked at each other and had a mutual understanding.

The two close and blind breaths of life lingered in front of the two, without thousands of words, but they had been communicated and exchanged thousands of times between their spiritual thoughts.

Perhaps the fit and attraction between the two is destined to have a mutual understanding and affection as early as the first time they met.

At this moment, when Yang Fan and Yun Yuxi were together, one was elegant and elegant, the other was as quiet as a fairy, like a fairy couple, which was enviable.

Even if they die, they will not give up on each other.

Nian Bing stared at the two of them, and the unwillingness in her eyes disappeared, and replaced by a grim and cold smile. She laughed sarcastically: "Okay, okay, a pair of dogs! One is heartless and ruthless, the other is stubborn. Since you are about to die, Nian will not stop you, and will not plead for you..."

Swish!

After saying this, his figure flashed and he immediately retreated behind his grandfather.

Because when he spoke at the end, he suddenly felt a biting chill, and the oppression of a breath of death deep in his soul was felt.

The calmness on Yang Fan's face disappeared, but instead he was a touch of coldness, staring at Nian Bing.

Nian Bing hid behind her grandfather, and in theory, it should have been isolated from this gaze.

However, those eyes with murderous intent seemed to penetrate all obstacles and came into his mind.

Under this situation, the old scholar in purple robe who was a great monk of the Nascent Soul also had a cold war.

From the perspective of a third party, Yang Fan was staring at him, but he clearly felt that the other party was not looking at him.

Yang Fan's eyes seemed to penetrate his body, looking at another person.

This feeling made him shudder.

The field was dead silent.

Even at this moment, surrounded by thousands of strong monks, he felt unprecedentedly isolated and helpless.

"It's outrageous. This little kid dares to insult the boss..."

Hu Fei was the first to react, his eyes were on fire, and he stared at Nian Bing coldly, and was about to take action.

However, the old scholar in purple robe looked straight and was ready to prevent it.

For some reason, under the great advantage of thousands of monks, he did not dare to take action easily, perhaps because of the extremely bad premonition in his heart.

"let me."

Yang Fan's voice was cold and three short words, heavy and powerful, which made Nian Bing bear great pressure both physically and mentally.

"Hehe, little kid, you're out of help..."

Hu Fei curled his lips and looked at Nian Bing with his eyes that were no different from those of the dead.

The old scholar in purple robe stumbled in his heart. From Hu Fei's various reactions, he vaguely realized that Yang Fan was not simple, and his strength was definitely beyond ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

"What do you want?"

Nian Bing shivered and said with a stern expression: "This is the territory of our 'Three Sages'. Do you want to challenge thousands of monks on the field?"

Yang Fan smiled contemptuously, looked at him and said indifferently: "Yang also gives you a chance, kowtow and confess, and apologize to Yuxi. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what do you want?"

The thunderous voice of the old scholar cultivator in purple robe sounded, looking directly at Yang Fan, with a cold look in his eyes: "You really don't take me and the entire "Three Sages" seriously?"

"So what?" Yang Fan said in ancient Jing Wubo: "The three of us have just arrived at the noble sect. Isn't the same with the great elders? Is it even going to sweep us out?"

"you……"

The old Confucian scholar in purple robe was suffocated.

Yang Fan and others had just arrived at Sanling Mountain and were not very hostile, just to visit and inquire about Deng Shiyao's whereabouts.

However, this old scholar in purple robe refused without saying a word and swept out.

"Since that's the case, the Great Elder, still hope that Yang will take you seriously?"

Yang Fan smiled sarcastically.

"Hehe, little old man, please kowtow your grandson and apologize, otherwise we brothers will blame us for demolishing your 'Sanling Mountain'."

Hu Fei did not forget to add fuel to the fire. As long as he could fight, he certainly liked it.

As soon as this was said, a purple-robed old scholar cultivator had a nameless fire in his heart: It was simply outrageous. Two nameless boys actually wanted to tear down their entire Sanling Mountain?

"Kowtow and apologize? Impossible! I absolutely do not allow it. Not only that, if we don't apologize to the monks of Sanling Mountain, we will not be able to escape without any hesitation."

The old scholar in purple robe scolded angrily, his voice trembling slightly.

"Grandpa is right, I will never apologize. Otherwise, my grandfather's inner sea sect would be afraid of you just three people?"

Nian Bing spoke righteously and passionately.

"Brother Yang, forget it, let's go..." Yun Yuxi's eyes were a little uneasy.

"Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want? If you don't apologize to our four major sects in Sanling Mountain, don't want to leave alive."

One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars held a folding fan and sneered.

Swish!

Nian Bing flashed out from behind his grandfather again and said with confidence: "It would be better to capture these three people and question them..."

"Shut up--"

A hint of impatience finally flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and a strange and dangerous wave rippled.

"not good!"

The old scholar in purple robe cultivator secretly complained that it was not good, but it was too late.

I saw Nian Bing's expression solidified, his body quickly stiffened, and then the entire crystal petrified, becoming a human-shaped statue.

The whole process took less than one breath, and thousands of monks were stunned, almost watching Nian Bing be petrified.

The old scholar in purple robe was shocked and angry, and his figure flashed over. He put one hand on Nian Bing's petrified body. Purple aura emerged, but it did not take effect, and his face was unstable.

"Haha, no need to try it. Yang's unique and improved petrochemical technique cannot be resolved without the God Transformation Stage. With his cultivation strength, you can only last for two months at most."

Yang Fan said with a faint smile.

"Brother." Nian Wei was disgraced and reached out to hold the stone sculpture transformed by her brother, looking at Yang Fan with an hatred look on her face.

"Grandpa, you must save your brother!!" Nianwei said anxiously.

The old Ru Xiu of purple robe checked for a moment, his face turned gloomy and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Obviously, he was helpless about it.

After a while, he took a deep breath and glanced coldly over Yang Fan and the other two: "Since that's the case, I can only capture you three first."

After saying that, he slowly raised one hand, and thousands of monks at the altitude were tense, their eyes were sharp and powerful oppressive breath curbing the whole audience.

Yang Fan and the other two were immediately under the terrifying pressure of thousands of monks like mountains and seas.

Under such circumstances, even if Yang Fan and Hu Fei are strong, their expressions are extremely solemn and they dare not take them lightly.

Even if your cultivation reaches the real stage of God Transformation, it is impossible for one person to resist the attacks of thousands of monks. If that happens, there is only a dead end!

At this moment, the three of them were in such a desperate situation. Under normal circumstances, the chances of escaping would not exceed 10%, let alone compete with these thousands of monks.

"Shiyao, I'm sorry..."

Yang Fan murmured to himself, his voice suddenly turned cold. Within his thoughts, the vast aura of the world's creatures swept wildly, the entire Sanling Mountain under his feet shaking and shaking, and huge waves surged in the nearby sea.

A vast power of heaven and earth, in the name of Yang Fan, overwhelmed the entire Sanling Mountain.

Countless life flows in the world resonate and are connected with the green life species in his body.

The pulse of the earth is connected through the soul roots and is also in line with the beating of the green seeds of life.

Take the green seeds of life as the source of power, the roots of souls as the tentacles, and master half of your own world.

Yang Fan easily stepped into the half-day man mode in an instant, with endless majestic momentum, and applied it with half of the heaven and earth where he was.

In the entire Sanling Mountain, the four major Confucian sects, and tens of thousands of monks, all of them felt a sense of powerlessness that was suffocated by it.

The purple-robed old scholar cultivator and other advanced Nascent Souls changed color together. Just as they were about to take action, the wind and clouds of the world were turbulent, and the entire Sanling Mountain shook even more violently, and the sound of "crack" breaking was heard faintly.

"Down here!"

Yang Fan's voice came from the void of heaven and earth. As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying gravity came.

Boom~~~~
To be continued...