He had no idea what Breath Soil was, but the Palace Master Ling Sha of the Ancestral Dragon Vein Small World did give a response.
At this moment, she borrowed a powerful aura, but due to her fragile soul, she was unable to communicate with Yang Fan.
But she conveyed a message to Yang Fan, urging him to agree!
If even a powerful figure like Palace Master Ling Sha, a Celestial Emperor, is interested in something, it must be something of high quality.
"Yes! The Breath Soil is a divine object left over from millions of years ago, with endless wonders. Please accept it, senior!" Old Monster Xuan said with a beaming smile.
He didn't dare come over, afraid that Yang Fan would suddenly smash his head.
He directly enveloped the Breath Soil with a wisp of immortal power and sent it over.
Yang Fan looked down at the piece of red mud in his hand and clicked his tongue in amazement.
Is this little thing really that valuable?
Yang Fan did not accept it immediately, staring coldly at Xuan Laoguai.
Old Monster Xuan stood at a distance, bowing obsequiously and trembling.
At that moment, he dared not breathe, and cold sweat poured down his face.
Could it be that after he gave him the Breath of Earth, this plague god still wanted to kill him?
No way!
We're all immortals now, we should have some moral character.
"Alright! I'll let you off this time, but if there's a next time, I'll make sure you're executed!"
Finally, Yang Fan withdrew his Immortal Emperor realm aura and spoke coldly.
In fact.
His strength was nowhere near that of an Immortal Emperor.
It was just that the Palace Master Ling Sha in the small world had bestowed upon him the aura of a Celestial Emperor.
His strength remains at the original five-star Immortal King realm.
However, he was not afraid at all.
At worst, I'll just go berserk and kill that old monster!
"Yes, yes, yes! There won't be a next time! Absolutely not a next time!"
The old monster Xuan thanked him repeatedly in excitement, then fled with his men like a stray dog.
This time, Mom is really at a loss!
They gained nothing, failed to avenge their grievances, and even lost a piece of the Breath Soil!
Ritema!
The sky has fallen!
"Phew! That scared me to death. Luckily, this old man is afraid of dying, otherwise he would have been exposed."
Inside the small world of the Ancestral Dragon Vein, Palace Master Ling Sha took a deep breath.
Although she had reconstructed her physical body, her soul was still quite weak.
In this situation, aside from imbuing Yang Fan with the aura of a Celestial Emperor to scare others, she didn't really have any real combat power.
Yang Fan smiled but didn't say anything.
The End Demon Dragon, who returned to the small world of the Ancestral Dragon Vein, looked completely unconvinced.
"What do you mean 'scared to death'? It's just that the old monster was lucky. If it hadn't been so good at admitting its mistake, it would have been torn to pieces by its master."
Palace Master Ling Sha stared speechlessly at the demonic dragon. This beast... how could it boast so much?
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
At this moment, the Purple-Robed Immortal and the Li Immortal flew over from a distance.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, are you alright?"
The purple-robed master was very nervous.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he should call him "fellow Daoist" or "senior."
"It's nothing, but the injury is a bit serious, I need to get it treated quickly."
"Fortunately, the previous battle did not destroy the mountain-protecting formation."
"Otherwise, the entire Zitian Mountain will probably be reduced to ruins."
Yang Fan waved his hand, glanced at the crumbling formation, and felt a sense of relief.
He couldn't afford to compensate for the destruction of Zitian Mountain.
"Ha! So what if Zitian Mountain is destroyed? As long as Fellow Daoist Yang is alright, that's all that matters."
"This is the Nine-Turn Sacred Blood Pill. Fellow Daoist Yang, take it to heal your injuries. It can make your injuries heal within a day."
The purple-robed master waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.
Then, he took out a pill in a golden bottle and carefully handed it over.
Master Li's expression froze, his face filled with shock.
The Nine-Turn Sacred Blood Pill is a secret ancestral medicine of their Purple Heaven Mountain, and it is extremely precious.
I never expected that my senior brother would bring out this thing just to curry favor with this young man.
However, given the boy's mysterious identity and the strength he had previously demonstrated, he was indeed worth currying favor with.
"Thank you very much, Master."
Yang Fan thanked him and did not refuse.
Then.
He dragged his injured body back to the small courtyard where he had been before to recuperate.
"I know the strength of this God of Slaughter, so why is he sometimes strong and sometimes weak?"
After Yang Fan left, the purple-robed master had a thoughtful expression on his face.
What is the reason?
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