Chapter 155

Yin Bufan's Yuanying

boom!

"Thousand Trees Dance!"

Yan Qingyan is not the type of villain who dies because of talking too much. As soon as she saw Yin Bufan's face that looked like Yin Siwen, she immediately attacked.

She discovered that in more than a month, Yin Bufan's injuries had not only not recovered, but might have even worsened.

"Damn it! You're making me so mad!" Yin Bufan hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, which was already somewhat disordered. A number of dragon-like liquid water dragons rose into the air from under the swamp and attacked Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen together.

boom! boom!

There was a gleam of solemnity in Yin Bufan's eyes. The two people in front of him had become stronger than they were a month ago.

As for him, no one knew how badly he was injured in that secret place full of dangers. If he didn't quickly eliminate the backlash that was constantly eroding his spiritual power, his injuries would only get worse.

But...these two people came at a really bad time!

"Hey! I haven't seen you for more than a month. How come you've become even lazier?" Yan Qingyan turned on the taunting mode and cast spells one after another, not caring at all whether the loss of spiritual energy was wasted.

The appearance of the Golden Lotus Pill allowed her to start a mindless spellcasting mode in her fight.

wave! Just go wild!

boom!

Ling Mochen also released a purple and white fire dragon, which collided with Yin Bufan's water dragon, causing a violent water mist to cover the dark swamp.

Veins popped out on Yin Bufan's forehead. He had originally thought of teleporting away first, and after eliminating the backlash caused by the secret realm's restrictions in his body, he would have a good fight with the two men. However, his aura was locked by Yan Qingyan, and he couldn't get away at all.

Even if he could leave, he was unwilling to leave this dark swamp easily. The terrain here was very suitable for his physique and was considered his "home court".

boom!

The noise caused by the fight was deafening. Outside the Dark Swamp, many monks who had ventured out to explore heard the noise and ran away.

"There are people fighting over there!"

"Who is it? It's actually the Dark Swamp fighting! This place is full of dangers, aren't you afraid of attracting powerful spirit beasts to attack?"

"This fluctuation... should be from a Nascent Soul!"

"Hs ...

The scattered cultivators travel all over the world of immortal cultivation and are very experienced. Most of them are much better at seeking benefits and avoiding harm than the immortal cultivators who practice peacefully in large sects. As soon as the sound of a fight is heard, they can roughly guess the other party's realm.

When the roar was heard, many independent cultivators stayed far away, but there were also cultivators with special magic skills who were curious to find out who was fighting.

Although the number of secret realms in the Netherworld Marsh is not as many as that in the endless mountains outside the Wanjiang City, there are also many secret realms suitable for all levels of cultivation. If some Jindan Zhenren cannot find a suitable place to practice, they will come to this sparsely populated dark place to look for opportunities, thinking that they have a life-saving trump card.

A Jindan Zhenren clasped his hands together, and suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. His pupils flashed with strange light like flaming eyes, and he looked in the direction of the fight.

“This…what is this?”

His pupils suddenly shrank and he said in a lost voice: "Ling Mochen and Yan Qingyan!"

Wanted bounties for these two people can be seen everywhere, but that was when they were still in the Jindan stage.

Although many forces have withdrawn their bounties since the image of the two men's advancement to the Nascent Soul stage and their defeat of Yin Bufan was released, their appearances have already taken root in the sea of ​​consciousness of the vast majority of cultivators on Xuan Gan Continent.

Commonly known as, your face looks familiar!

"What?!"

The monks were all people with sharp ears and sharp eyes. After hearing what the monk who practiced pupil techniques said, they all had different expressions and unclear meanings in their eyes.

Someone left quietly, took out the jade talisman and passed the news from here, but no one knew where or to whom it was passed.

Some people simply sold the news, hoping to exchange it for some spirit stones before others could react.

The monk who was practicing pupil techniques noticed the movement around him and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Why can't he keep his mouth shut? Can't you just listen to your brain's instructions first?

Now the exclusive news is gone again.

Boom boom boom——

"Thousand Trees Dance!"

"The Burning Sky Thousand Flame Bird!"

Yan Qingyan turned over and stood on a dark dead tree, carefully observing the movements around her.

She also noticed a few scattered monks in the distance, but the situation at this time was the same as the endless desert more than a month ago, with no time to spare.

"Quick victory!"

Yan Qingyan's expression became serious, and dozens of formation plates suddenly smashed towards Yin Bufan's face.

At the same time, dozens of needle-shaped magic weapons came out at the same time, like thousands of arrows fired on the battlefield in the mortal world, shooting towards the enemy with loud bangs and aftermath of the explosion.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

"You!" Yin Bufan was stunned. How many magic weapons did these two people have?

It would be fine if he just ate a lot of various elixirs, but why did he also have so many of these disposable high-attack magic weapons?

Is this how you guys waste spirit stones? !

A drop of blood with black air fell down Yin Bufan's shoulder.

Seeing that the 'Spirit Stone Attack' was effective, Yan Qingyan hurriedly said, "Quick! Kill him quickly!"

She sent a voice message to Ling Mochen: "Someone has informed the sect and the family, we can't delay any longer!"

Ling Mochen's pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately understood what Qingyan meant.

They don’t know the exact number of Nascent Soul masters in the entire Xuan Gan Continent, but as long as one or two Nascent Soul ancestors like Yin Bufan come, it will be enough to give them a hard time!

Immediately, he also used his most powerful move, smashing the magic weapons in the storage ring like they were free spirit stones, and even the treasures he had just purchased in Huayan City were thrown towards Yin Bufan.

boom! boom! boom!

“Puff!”

Caught off guard by a powerful attack, Yin Bufan spat out a mouthful of blood, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

It seems that these two people are going to be in trouble.

"What? Are you worried that your storage ring will be stolen? Haha~ I have a kind suggestion for you. Why don't you go back to your Wanjiang City right now and see if Xue Qianji can protect you?" Yin Bufan showed a sinister grin, but the huge fluctuations of his breath exposed his bad condition.

Yan Qingyan stared straight at Yin Bufan's pupils and revealed a malicious smile for a while.

Yin Bufan suddenly had an ominous premonition and was about to move away from the spot when suddenly, a piece of dark dead wood rose up from nowhere and bound him tightly in mid-air.

"What?"

Yin Bufan was shocked. He had not noticed any fluctuation of spiritual power before!

How is this done? !

"Die!"

It was a golden opportunity. Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen attacked together, heading towards Yin Bufan's Dantian!

Bang!

"Ahhhhhh this old man wants you to die! I want you to die, ahhhhhh!"

The powerful blow accurately hit Yin Bufan's Dantian. At this moment, a broken Nascent Soul suddenly escaped from the broken body.

"Hmm? This Nascent Soul?!"

Yan Qingyan had already expected that the other party's Nascent Soul would escape, but when she saw this peculiarly shaped Nascent Soul, she was still shocked!

It was seen that on Yin Bufan's Nascent Soul, in addition to a smaller version of Yin Bufan's face, there was actually a vague human face faintly visible on the side of this Nascent Soul.

That appearance was obviously a smaller version of Yin Siwen!

Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen suddenly felt a chill on their backs. What was this? !