Chapter 880 The Primordial Spirit in the Lower Realm Encounters a Crisis (2/2)



On the road.

Yang Fan sighed repeatedly.

Although he appeared indifferent on the surface, he was filled with resentment and anger.

After all, who would want to die if they could live?

If one dies because their cultivation level is unable to break through a bottleneck and their lifespan is exhausted, then that's one thing.

The key point is that he was poisoned by the evil forbidden technique of the demon race.

Not only does his lifespan deplete a hundred times faster than others!

His body could even go berserk at any moment, causing him to lose himself!

This is infuriating!

Yang Fan felt a pang of unease as he thought about this.

Even after returning to the Holy Light Church, Yang Fan still couldn't find happiness.

No one felt the same joy and happiness as after killing Master Taixu.

"Yang Fan..."

In the evening, the Holy Venerable arrived at Yang Fan's residence, knocked on the door, and called out.

"Hey! When did you become so polite, woman?"

Yang Fan looked at the Holy Venerable One in front of the door and couldn't help but make a teasing remark.

The Holy One looked at him, but did not frown or scold him.

"Don't keep that grumpy face, smile."

Yang Fan stood up and walked in front of the Holy Venerable, continuing his teasing.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The Holy One stared intently at him.

moment.

She suddenly laughed.

Yang Fan was stunned. This woman... is she really that obedient?

It wasn't like this before.

“I know people in Medicine King Valley and Hundred Flowers Valley. How about I take you there to have a look later?”

Without beating around the bush, the Holy Venerable spoke earnestly.

"Is this because they're worried about me, afraid I'll suddenly die?"

"Why...why are you saying such things?"

"I was just telling the truth."

"..."

"Actually, once you take a more relaxed view of these things, they're not so scary."

Yang Fan sighed and sat back down on the bed.

The Holy Venerable walked over and moved his lips.

For a moment, she didn't know how to start the conversation.

Although the two hadn't known each other for very long.

It's somewhat absurd that the two of them would have a relationship.

But, no matter what.

For the Holy Venerable, Yang Fan was her first and only man, and she truly did not want him to die.

"Let's go."

The Holy One spoke again, his voice pleading.

"No need. I thought about it all afternoon."

"In these last ten years, let's do something meaningful."

"It's been decades since I came here from the lower realm."

"I miss home, I miss my parents, and I'm planning to go back and visit them."

Yang Fan shook his head slightly, refusing to agree.

After all, the old skeleton elder had made his words so clear.

Even he couldn't do anything about it, so what could the little Medicine King Valley and Hundred Flowers Valley possibly do?

After all that trouble, it was just a waste of time.

Ultimately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"..."

The Holy One looked at him without speaking.

Yang Fan avoided her gaze, stretched, and walked out of the house.

As soon as he stepped outside, Yang Fan's expression froze.

He discovered that Su Qingxue, Chu Yao, and others were nearby.

The feelings weren't just something that happened to the Holy Venerable woman alone.

Luckily, the two were inside and didn't say anything mushy or sentimental, otherwise... it would have been a live broadcast, and they would have been so embarrassed they would have been scratching their toes!

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as Yang Fan was about to say goodbye to everyone and go to the ancestral star with Xia Xin, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

He sensed that the wisp of his primordial spirit left behind in the Human Emperor's Palace in the lower realm was in danger!

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