Chapter 1529 Price

In the big formation.

Because of Ning Yuan's appearance, the panic-stricken Yangshen warriors calmed down as if they had taken a reassurance pill, and some even had other thoughts.

Song Yan glanced over Ning Yuan's face indifferently, and a trace of sneer and disdain could not help appearing on the corner of his mouth. In fact, the other party had arrived long ago, but was just hidden among the ordinary warriors watching the battle.

Others might not have noticed him, but he couldn't escape Song Yan's perception.

He didn't appear when this group of Yangshen warriors had the upper hand, but he appeared when a group of Yangshen warriors were in danger, and he asked Song Yan to let them go. Obviously, he was trying to buy people's hearts , even if Song Yan released those Yangshen warriors, they would never be grateful to him at all, only Ning Yuan was the one they were grateful for.

To put it simply, the other party used him as a tool to buy people's hearts.

Song Yan, who knew this well, couldn't give him a good face, so he said coldly: "Yuan Huang, are you a little too self-righteous? Tell me, why should I give you face? Is it because your face is enough? big?"

Hearing Song Yan's words, all the Yang Gods were stunned, and a stern look flashed in Ning Yuan's eyes, but he immediately hid it: "As the saying goes, you have to forgive others, so why bother? ?”

"I have to forgive others and forgive others. It sounds nice. Did this group of people give me a way to survive?" At this point, Song Yan showed a look of disgust on his face: "The thing I hate the most is you, the Holy Mother Bitch, you can speak so grandly because they didn't hurt you, if they hurt you, I guess you can do better than me!"

Although Ning Yuan had never heard of the word "Holy Mother whore", he vaguely understood the meaning of the word, so he could no longer bear the anger in his heart, and a cold look appeared on his old face: "Chu Fan, you It doesn't matter if you insult the old man, I just hope that you can listen to the old man's persuasion, how about turning hostility into friendship?"

at this time.

An elder of the Martial God Sect stepped forward and said angrily, "Senior Yuanhuang, the junior is Sun Gongming of the Martial God Sect, this Chu Fan is bloodthirsty, he is simply a little devil, even my patriarch died under his sword, Senior Yuanhuang, please also call the shots for the Martial God Sect, kill this little devil, seek justice for our Martial God Sect, and eliminate a future trouble for the human race!"

Zhuge Riyue followed closely and said, "Yes, Senior Yuanhuang, this Chu Fan is really easy to kill, if he stays behind, he will definitely become a disaster for the nest of humans!"

Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Song Yan's eyes: "I really don't know how to live or die, and dare to say kill me in front of my face. In this case, I will send you on the road first!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan raised the Qingjiao sword in his hand.

"Dare!"

Seeing that Song Yan dared to make a move, Ning Yuan showed an angry look on his face, and a shocking momentum burst out from his body. The next moment, he stepped out and came directly in front of Song Yan, and said coldly: "Chu Fan , if you insist on going your own way, then the old man has no choice but to do it yourself!"

Song Yan sneered: "So what if I do it myself? No one can save the person I, Chu Fan, is going to kill, but for the sake of your old arms and legs, I will give you a chance and get out of here immediately. I don't care about you!"

"presumptuous!"

Ning Yuan was completely enraged, and raised his hand to clap.

This palm has boundless momentum, this palm is like a rising sun, and there is a crisis of death in the vigorous vitality, the power of this palm has also reached the power comparable to the later stage of fusion.

After the Yang God, it is the Realm of Faxiang.

This Dharma Aspect is not that Dharma Aspect. It is said that after reaching the peak of the Yang God Warrior, they will have the opportunity to merge with the Heavenly Dao of this world to create their own Dharma Aspect.

The most common dharma appearances are divine weapon avatars and spirit beast amulets. The rarer ones include mountains, rivers, seas and lakes, and even rarer ones are those made by making one's own dharma appearance into a divine beast.

This Ning Yuan once served as the emperor of Weiguo, and the emperor was also called the real dragon emperor, so the dharma form he condensed was a fire dragon.

Feeling the power of Ning Yuan's palm, Song Yan didn't take it seriously. Is this the strength of a martial artist?

"boom!"

He slashed a sword at the palm and smashed it easily.

At the same time, he turned into a ray of blood again.

"Ah! Ah!"

Two screams came out, but it was Zhuge Riyue and Sun Gongming of Wushenzong who were cut in half by Song Yan's sword.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the Yangshen warriors secretly took a breath. The opponent was able to kill two people in the confrontation with Yuanhuang. This shows that the strength of the opponent is not weaker than Yuanhuang, and even stronger than Yuanhuang. powerful.

"Little thief, you are courting death!"

Seeing Zhuge Sunyue being killed, Ning Yuan felt that his face was dull, and with a shake of his figure, he transformed into a fire dragon more than twenty feet long and the thickness of a bucket.

After releasing the dharma image, Ning Yuan's aura climbed again, at least reaching the peak in the late stage of fusion.

"Heavy!"

The fire dragon opened its fiery red eyes the size of a copper bell, roaring and charging towards Song Yan.

"Well done!"

A cold light flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and he threw it casually. Suddenly, a small tower swelled rapidly in the void, and then, a powerful force of suppression radiated out, directly crushing the fire dragon and immobilizing it.

"Boom!"

Song Yan waved his hand and slapped a powerful hand, which directly slapped the fire dragon to the ground, creating a dragon-shaped crater.

"this?"

"impossible!"

"Is Emperor Yuan defeated?"

"Then how could Chu Fan be stronger than Emperor Yuan?"

Seeing this scene, those Yangshen warriors felt unacceptable, and at the same time, there was an unspeakable fear in their hearts. Even Yuanhuang was not his opponent, so what would happen to them?

"Xianbao? Why do you have such a powerful fairy treasure in your hand?"

The fire dragon flew up from the ground, staring at the exquisite pagoda suspended above Song Yan's head with taboo, his face was full of shock.

Immortal Treasure is a general term for weapons made by immortal cultivators.

Moreover, warriors generally cannot control immortal treasures, only immortal cultivators can control them.

"none of your business!"

Song Yan didn't give Ning Yuan any face, sneered, and shot again.

"Boom!"

Ning Yuan's Dharma image was photographed falling into the sky again, and a big hole was smashed in the ground.

"It's over!"

Seeing Ning Yuan being shot flying without any resistance, the rest of the Yang God warriors all showed despair.

"Master Chu, I, Dragon Martial Sect, would like to apologize to you, and I would like to come up with a gift that satisfies you, and I just ask you to forgive us once!" Bye, pleadingly.

Hearing this, the eyes of the others lit up, and they expressed their willingness to apologize and offer gifts.

"Then what are you going to buy your life with?" Song Yan seemed to be quite interested.

Xuanyuan Po said wildly: "My Dragon Martial Sect can offer a thousand spirit crystals, a hundred magic medicines, and ten magic weapons!"

"Not enough!" Song Yan raised his eyes.

Xuanyuan Poxuan's heart trembled: "Young master, why not tell me the number."

"On top of this, add your Long Wuzong's Wangpin cultivation technique!" Song Yan said slowly.