Chapter 142

Enter space!

After the two men stepped out of the city gate, one red and one blue, they rushed towards the distance like two arrows.

"Damn it, what method did he use to find us so quickly?!" Yan Qingyan glanced at her whole body, really not knowing where the abnormality was.

"I'm afraid it's another secret method of the Yinhuang clan. Even Liuhuo doesn't know it clearly." Ling Mochen's face was solemn. If they can't get rid of this aura lock, they will probably have to keep escaping from the hands of the Nascent Soul stage.

"These large families with ancient heritage do have some outstanding features." Why does her Yan family have nothing?

Or is it that in this life she is a descendant of a collateral family, and therefore has no chance to witness the secret techniques of her own bloodline?

"Let's go to Huayan City first. City Lord Xue still owes us a life. It's time for him to pay it back."

Yan Qingyan can now only hope that Xue Qianji, the legendary Nascent Soul cultivator, can crush Yin Bufan who is in a crazy state. However, is the Xue family still fighting with the Yinhuang Sect?

Can you afford it?

Buzz——

A long rainbow pierced the sun, and two figures left a series of afterimages in the air, like crisscrossing double spiral ribbons, leaving a unique scene in the sky.

They stepped on their swords and flew straight towards Huayan City. As time went by, the feeling of oppression behind them became stronger and stronger.

"I found you guys, where are you running to?!!!"

Yin Bufan rushed over with a grim smile, and his black spiritual power transformed into a huge beast claw that pressed down fiercely at the two of them.

Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen immediately separated to the sides to avoid the attack of the giant claws, but they caused great harm to countless birds and beasts on the ground below.

He was lying and sleeping peacefully in the cave, or playing in the woods, but suddenly he was slapped to death!

boom!

I don’t know what kind of magic Yin Bufan practiced, it was so evil. The magic was filled with rich water spiritual power, but not like the pure clear spring like Yuan Yizi, but a black liquid mixed with corrosion and toxins, and even evaporated into mist!

"The Burning Sky Thousand Flame Bird!"

The purple and white strange fire flew towards Yin Bufan's face like a giant flying bird, but was blocked by the opponent's spiritual barrier. Large pieces of flames and sparks scattered everywhere, like fireworks exploding in the daytime, with an artistic beauty.

"Earth-level spell..."

Yin Bufan shifted his gaze towards Ling Mochen, the spiritual power on his right arm condensed into substance, and a giant axe slowly took shape, which he held firmly in his hand.

"Kid, go to hell!"

Yin Bufan attacked Ling Mochen fiercely, his speed was beyond imagination. Before Yan Qingyan could react, a huge axe split the sky, as if to split the tiny man in red in front of him into two halves.

"Be careful!" Yan Qingyan exclaimed.

Ling Mochen's body dodged sideways before his sea of ​​consciousness could react, but he was still knocked backwards by the strong wind of spiritual power, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Phew!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ling Mochen's mouth, and then he took a handful of pills, and his injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huh?"

Yin Bufan was once again surprised by his generosity. If he saw it correctly, those pills included not only high-quality rejuvenation pills, but also Hongmeng pills!

"Mo Chen!"

"Thousand Trees Dance!"

Yan Qingyan quickly used magic to block it and flashed to Ling Mochen's side.

"Qingyan, quickly use the teleportation talisman and leave!" Ling Mochen said hurriedly.

The late Jindan stage and the Yuanying stage seem to be only a fine line apart, but the gap between them is an inconceivable chasm.

What's more, Yin Bufan is not just in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. It is said that he has reached the great perfection state of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and is only a step away from the late stage of the Nascent Soul!

Keep using the teleportation talisman to increase the gap between you and the opponent to buy time to get rid of him, until the talisman is exhausted. If you are lucky, you may be able to escape.

"Okay! Let's run away separately!"

The two of them crushed the new teleportation talisman at the same time and disappeared from the spot again.

Yin Bufan broke through the obstruction of the thousand trees with one palm, looked at the empty sky and murmured: "Another earth-level spell..."

Since when did earth-level spells become common?

"It's useless. You can't run away. If you kill anyone from my Yinhuang clan, I can find you no matter how far away you are!"

Yin Bufan looked in one direction and his figure disappeared again.

......

This is an endless plain.

In the azure sky, a blue figure walked through the air with a sword.

Yan Qingyan looked at Yin Bufan who was chasing her relentlessly and stuffed pills to replenish her spiritual power into her mouth one after another.

"This old guy is really haunting!"

When Yin Bufan approached again, Yan Qingyan suddenly threw back a "Thousand Trees Dance" and then activated the teleportation talisman again to leave.

Another dense forest.

Yan Qingyan took advantage of the wood energy and moved through the woods like a fish in water.

But the old man with a long beard behind him had no idea what "environmental protection" meant. Large tracts of trees, flowers and plants were destroyed, which made Yan Qingyan feel very angry.

At this time, Ling Mochen's message came from the communication jade talisman.

[Qingyan, where are you now?] 】

Ling Mochen looked nervous. After using the teleportation talisman to leave, he first had the misfortune of encountering a level three gale wolf pack. After finally getting rid of them, he found that the sense of crisis that was lingering in his heart had quietly faded away.

Liuhuo reminded him, "The energy that Yin Bufan caught should be in Yan Qingyan."

When these words came out, he was suddenly shocked.

Yes, the reason why Yin Siwen died in the end was not because of his strange fire attack, but because of Qingyan’s large amount of Miaomiao Ball Grass!

She was the one who dealt the final blow to Yin Siwen!

"We must get to Qingyan quickly!"

Ling Mochen became anxious, and a directional teleportation talisman appeared in his hand.

Yan Qingyan changed the venue again, and this time the scene was a deserted desert.

There was no one around, and Yan Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The desert is good, she really doesn't want to see so many trees, flowers and plants being ruthlessly destroyed!

"This time, there is absolutely no need for a teleportation talisman!"

Yan Qingyan secretly made up her mind. Since she finally knew that the old thief's aura was focused on her, there was nothing to worry about.

It feels so unpleasant to escape all this way.

A Yuan-replenishing Pill melted in the mouth, and the spiritual power consumed by Yan Qingyan was quickly replenished, and she soon recovered to full blood.

She quietly watched Yin Bufan galloping towards her from a distance, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in her eyes.

Damn it, it’s just a challenge of higher level, come and fight!

Just as she was thinking this, suddenly, Yan Qingyan felt a faint spatial fluctuation beside her. She thought to herself that something was wrong. Sure enough, Ling Mochen appeared beside her again.

Yan Qingyan: ...

You've already escaped, why are you coming back?

Although thinking so, Yan Qingyan felt a warm current passing through her heart. It is a great blessing in life to meet even one person who comes to you regardless of his own danger.

"Qingyan, why don't you reply to my message?" Ling Mochen appeared with accusations on his face.

"Didn't we agree that if one of us is being pursued by Yin Bufan, we will use the directional teleportation talisman to face him together?"

Yan Qingyan scratched her cheek. Yes, she was the one who said that.

"Haha~ I haven't had the chance to say it yet~" Yan Qingyan said dryly.

In such an urgent moment, it is hard for the two of them to have the leisure to joke.

Yin Bufan flashed in front of the two of them.

"Have you finally given up on running away?"

Yin Bufan grinned, and immediately took out another space restriction and placed it around him.

"I will let you experience... the taste of death!"

The dark liquid gathered into a dark sickle, suspended above the two people, and the rich breath of death was about to press down.

Ling Mochen took a step forward, and a purple and white strange fire bloomed at his fingertips.

Yan Qingyan looked at Ling Mochen's back, smiled lightly, sighed softly, and slowly put her hand on his shoulder.

"Mo Chen, I'll take you to a good place."