Volume 1 Chapter 34 The War Is Coming

In the small courtyard house, Zhuo Fan sat quietly on the head of the bed, and after a long time he let out a sigh and opened his eyes.

Just one step away, you can break through again and become a cultivator of the fifth level of Qi Gathering. It's a pity that the energy in the body has been stuck at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Gathering and cannot go any further.

If I had known this earlier, I should have reserved some time on Heifeng Mountain to absorb the Yuan force of a few more people. It's just that in order to save time, I just let the blood babies kill people, wasting so much practice materials.

Now, the battle is imminent, and it is not easy for him to let the blood baby go out. Otherwise, if he encounters Elder Jian's group and destroys his blood baby, he won't have time to cry.

Zhuo Fan shook his head helplessly and murmured, "Be patient, they should fight!"

However, just as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly rushed towards them.

Startled, Zhuo Fan hurriedly ran out of the house and jumped onto the roof. However, I saw that there was already a person standing above the void in the sky, and looking around, it was Long Jiu.

At this moment, he also looked at the direction of the breath, one eye kept shrinking, and the strong killing intent spread unabashedly. Even if Zhuo Fan was a hundred steps away from the Qianlong Pavilion branch, he couldn't help shivering.

"As expected, they are all experts in the Sky Profound Realm!"

Although Zhuo Fan couldn't see Long Jiu's strength, his guess was above Tianxuan. Now that he was standing in the void, he was more certain about this guess. As for the two new old men, they were even more experts in the Sky Profound Realm.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan looked around, but did not see the two appearing, and immediately thought of their plans. Presumably they had already set up an ambush, so that Jian Fan could not come or go.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhuo Fan raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

These three old men made such an arrangement, which shows that the Qianlong Pavilion is determined to fight the Nether Valley to the end, regardless of the consequences. In this way, there is no room for reconciliation between the two sides, and the Luo family is truly safe.

"Zhuofan, 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 medicinal power, and his strength had not recovered. On their side, after all, there is a lack of a master who can really withstand it.

So he hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing out, go back!"

They are so inexperienced that in front of experts in the Sky Profound Realm, they can be pinched to death with a single finger, but Zhuo Fan himself can top it with the Nine Heavens Coiling Dragon Formation.

Looking at Zhuo Fan's dignified expression, Luo Yunshang also knew that the matter was serious, and immediately picked up his younger brother and led everyone back to the house to avoid. Just before leaving, I glanced at him: "Zhuofan, you have to be careful too!"

Zhuo Fan didn't speak, just nodded slightly, and looked into the void again.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, the loud laughter sounded in front of everyone's ears, and a black cloud slowly floated over the Qianlong Pavilion. Accompanied by laughter, an old man in black robe slowly walked out of the black cloud, his sparse hair fluttered in the wind, his evil eyes stared at Long Jiu, but his cold eyes glanced in the direction of the small courtyard from time to time. Last glance.

"Vulture Jian Fan, you are so brave, do you really dare to cause trouble in this old man's territory?" When Long Jiu saw the elder Jian, one eye immediately turned blood red. The deep hatred made every word he said carried a strong killing intent.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the vulture Jian Fan laughed loudly: "Long Jiu, your people from Qianlong Pavilion killed our disciple Youquan in the Nether Valley, don't you allow the old man to seek justice?"

"Justice? You people in the Nether Valley know what justice is?"

Long Jiu's breathing gradually became quicker, as if he had thought of some deep hatred and grievance, and shouted angrily, "Who designed the old man to deceive the old man into the Fallen Leaf City, and who set the trap to destroy the old man's Purple Thunder Gold with three to one. Eye?"

Zilei Golden Eyes?

Hearing this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that there are still people in the rank who practice such magical powers.

According to legend, Zilei Golden Eye is one of the strongest three emperors among the ten ancient emperors, a divine eye of the Emperor of Heaven. The eyes glowed with golden light, implying the annihilation of the gods and thunder. Even a saint-level expert would be wiped out if he glanced at him. Even an ordinary emperor-level expert would find it difficult to look at him ten times.

But I didn't expect that such a magical cultivation method would actually be encountered by ordinary cultivators. 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 destroyed.

Even if it was placed on his Demon Sovereign, it would be a deeper hatred than the hatred of killing his father and the hatred of his wife.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing his words, Jian Fan was not ashamed at all, but laughed proudly: "That's you being stupid, who is to blame? Back then, with the golden eyes of Zilei, you were also one of the best in Qianlong Pavilion. Now that you have no support, I'm afraid He has retreated to the bottom of the stream. As one of the nine elders, he can only guard Fenglincheng in this frontier place. It's ridiculous."

"Jane Fan!"

Long Jiu gritted his teeth, his whole body was full of aura, and there seemed to be blood flowing in one eye: "The dazzling hatred, the old man and you will not share the sky!"

As soon as the words fell, Long Jiu rushed forward. In one palm, like a golden dragon wrapped around it, it shot out violently.

"Spirit-level intermediate martial arts, Dragon Claw!"

Roar!

The sound of the dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the golden dragon in Long Jiu's hand suddenly rushed out like it was alive. It looks like it is about to tear the enemy in front of it to shreds.

With a cold smile, Jian Fan cast a disdainful look, and then waved it casually.

In an instant, the gurgling black air emanated from the sleeves of his robe, and then turned into a black chain, instantly

The golden dragon was bound up. With the palm of his hand, the golden dragon turned into smashes with another wail.

"The fifth level of the spiritual rank, the nether chain!"

Jian Fan sneered: "Long Jiu, you used to be a dragon with Zilei golden eyes, but now you are a worm. The name of God's Eye Dragon Jiu no longer exists..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a palm suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his wrist.

"Dragon Claw!"

As if being caught by an iron pincer, Jian Fan couldn't break free for a while, but he was not in a hurry, instead he sneered and said, "Hmph, I can't help you with spiritual-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, Long Jiu slammed it, and threw Jian Fan straight to the ground! At the same time, the blond old man and the red-haired old man sprang out of nowhere and flew towards the direction where Jian Fan fell.

"not good!"

The pupils shrank slightly, and Jian Fan couldn't help being shocked.

He only now knows what the function of Long Jiu's hidden dragon claws just now is. That was not to hurt him, but to put him surrounded by three people, so that he had no way to escape.

It seems that Long Jiu is determined to kill himself, but...

Thinking of this, the corners of Jian Fan's mouth twitched into an evil arc.

"Go!"

Swish!

Accompanied by Jian Fan's loud shout, two men in black robes suddenly emerged from the black cloud and rushed towards Long Jiu.

This time, it was Long Jiu and the blond old man who were surprised. It turned out that there was also an ambush in the Nether Valley. However, through Zhuo Fan's information, they already knew that Nether Valley has also sent helpers here, so they have already made countermeasures.

"Old Nine, hold on!"

The blond old man shouted, his speed unabated, and rushed straight to 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, golden light flashed in his hand, and a long sword shaped like a dragon's head appeared in front of him, and slashed at the two men in black robes: "As long as I can kill Jian Fan, my death is worth it. "

"Three-Rank Spirit Soldier, Aolong Sword?"

When the two saw the weapon appearing, they couldn't help but stunned and dared not rush forward. As soon as he moved, he immediately avoided the slash of the long sword.

Swish!

A golden light rubbed the sides of the two black-robed men and flew out, and in an instant, there was a burst of thunder. Under this golden light, the entire sky was divided into two halves visible to the naked eye.

The sharpness of this spirit soldier can even cut through the air.

The two men in black robes looked at each other, terrified in their hearts, and couldn't help but take more than ten steps back to distance themselves from Long Jiu. They never expected that Qianlong Pavilion would lend this treasure to him to use.

"it is good!"

Seeing that Long Jiu's desperate blow frightened the two Nether Valley masters, the blond old man couldn't help but applaud loudly. The golden light all over the body was prosperous, and every place around the body showed a sharp aura, rushing straight towards Jian Fan.

Without the support of those two helpers, Jian Fan was already meat on the chopping board and couldn't run away.

"Lao Jiu, watch it, 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 skills, wherever his arm swiped, a harsh buzzing sound would be heard in the air, as if to split the space.

The pupils shrank slightly, and Jian Fan's forehead was already oozing with fine cold sweat, as if he had smelled the breath of death...

boom!

Suddenly, just as the blond elder was about to take Jian Fan's head, a purple light suddenly appeared, followed by a loud bang. The blond elder who was rushing forward was knocked out for no reason, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The red-haired old man was startled and hurried to the blond old man. But the blond old man didn't have the heart to pay attention to his injury, just stared at the place where the smoke billows in front of him with a solemn expression.

Long Jiu, who was in the air, looked there in shock.

After a while, a gust of breeze blew past, and the smoke cleared away, revealing Jian Fan who was panting inside. It's just that there was no panic on his face at this time, only the madness and arrogance after escaping the catastrophe.

"It's really dangerous. I didn't expect Qianlong Pavilion to send the third elder and the fifth elder to help this old man! Overturning the river and overturning the sea, Jin Jiaojian, the earth's fire is burning the sky and the flame dragon is bursting. The old man has been famous for a long time. When I saw it today, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Eyes narrowed slightly, the blond old man and the red-haired old man stared at the front, but they didn't look at him, but on his shoulder...

Devour the ghost crow!

Zhuo Fan was startled, and his brows wrinkled deeply.

He didn't expect that the monster that this Elder Jian cultivated turned out to be the Devouring Ghost Crow.

The Devouring Ghost Crow itself doesn't have any great talent, but it can devour all things and give the attributes of all things to itself. Therefore, the strength of swallowing ghost crows is entirely up to 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 from a distance. Unlike its other jet-black eye, it was a golden pupil exuding light purple light, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

"Three Heavens, Zilei Golden Eyes!"

Zhuo Fan murmured...