Chapter 224: Kill the Gate

"Don't resist."

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, he slowly opened his left hand, and a silver-gray ancient ring appeared, which seemed ordinary.

Wushuang's eyes were closed and as calm as water. He felt that he had entered a strange space under the guidance of a mysterious force.

This is a silent space, surrounded by red and black, only the land under your feet is green, and a stream of pure life gathers towards him like a source.

"here it is……"

Wushuang was confused and shocked.

"Xianhong Space, you are the second person to enter here."

Yang Fan stood beside him and sighed lightly.

If it weren't for dealing with the upcoming difficulties, he wouldn't have let Wushuang enter here to rest, although the Xianhong space was not owned by him.

Wushuang felt that the vitality in her body was little by little, and her energy was recovering quickly. The injuries on her body were recovered at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged beside him, and a layer of green light was shrouded in his body, flowing endlessly.

"Beyond the green land, there is a place of death. Even if a high-level monk comes in, there is no possibility of survival."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"I enter here and it seems that I can no longer control my life..."

Wushuang stared at him with a very sharp look.

Yang Fan nodded approvingly: "When I enter here, I can easily take your life. Even if a high-level monk comes in, he may be killed by me."

Wushuang took a deep breath, felt the breath of this space, and whispered: "This place gives me a very strange feeling. What kind of existence is it?"

"This space is not mine. Yang only has a small habitat here, and I am just a landlord here."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"The pioneer?" The deadly silent place around Wushuang's spiritual consciousness shook his head: "Is there really other creatures here?"

Yang Fan was silent, and he was not sure about this, he heard from the puppy.

"There is, in theory, there must be..."

On the other side of the green land, in front of an antique pavilion, the sound of a puppy came.

"You are..." Wushuang looked at him.

The puppy glanced at him with his eyes and whispered, "So he is..."

When Wushuang faced the puppy, he suddenly felt the illusion of being seen through.

"It's not the time to chat now, we have to deal with those little fish."

Yang Fan's general mind returned to the real space.

"Now you have recovered a little bit of strength?"

Yang Fan stood up and looked at Wushuang.

"It should be no problem to deal with a few ants."

Wushuang drew out the sword, and with a "scarlet" sound, he floated up and returned to the deep pit.

Yang Fan's mental trauma was very serious and the pain was extremely severe.

He barely had his luck in his magic power and jumped out of the huge pit created by the two of them.

"not good……"

The middle-aged monk in the concentrating stage was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

"die!"

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed and he raised his left hand.

The middle-aged monk's body stiffened, and he felt that his eyes were dark, and his mind was forcibly pulled into a strange space.

Before he could react, one hand had crushed his throat.

At the same time, in the real space, he "thumped" his throat shattered and died of anger.

Such a scene is heartbreaking and death is inexplicably unexplained, and even the enemy's body is not affected.

An elder of the sect in the concentrating stage was killed without any resistance.

This is Yang Fan Xianhongjie's special ability, forced summoning.

Irresistible instant kill.

Any existence lower than his level can be directly summoned by Xianhong Ring to "reflect the body" into Xianhong Space.

Once the body dies, the body will die at the same time.

"Run!"

The other monks quickly fled to the sect, trying to hide in the protection of the formation.

"It's up to you..."

Yang Fan fell to the ground powerlessly, and his mana consumption was huge.

"Leave it to me!"

Wushuang was wearing a white dress, floating in the wind and dust, and the peerless sword in her hand was gently swinging, and the cold light flashed.

Every time he swung a sword, he could easily harvest a life, his movements were ethereal and out of the dust, turning sword skills into ordinary things into miracles, and elevating them to an artistic realm.

Yang Fan couldn't help but benefit from staring at his movements and breathing.

He had to admit that Wushuang was a natural master of swordsmanship. He seemed to be the same as swords, and his understanding of swords reached an incredible state.

In a moment, Wushuang harvested dozens of monks' lives, including two elders in the Concentration Stage.

"The bold madman dares to play wild in my 'Hanyue Gate'..."

At this moment, an old man with a white beard came through the air with a green ruler.

"Master! The Matrix is ​​coming out!"

Immediately, the disciples of the Hanyue Sect who were originally a mess were full of fighting spirit and came to Yang Fan.

Whoosh!

The white-bearded old man flew over in the blink of an eye, and a powerful spiritual pressure surged from his body, which changed his expressions from Yang Fan and the others.

Expert in the foundation-building stage!

Ordinary small sects have ancestors or guest servants in the Foundation Establishment Stage, otherwise other sects would have been killed long ago.

"I am not energetic now and can only exert one or two percent of my strength. I'm afraid I'm not his opponent..."

Incomparable voice transmission to Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness.

"I can only take action at critical moments!"

Yang Fan also knew the crisis of the situation at this moment and seized time to recover.

The secret skill of Xianhong Jie is forced to summon, and can only be used three times a day.

Every time I use it, I have a lot of effort.

Whoosh!

Wushuang ignored the old man with white beard, and his body was floating and out of dust. He flashed on the oasis. With every sword he swung, he could easily harvest the life of a low-level monk.

"Take your life!"

The old man in the White Beard Foundation Establishment Period saw him massacre his disciples, and suddenly became furious and shot out a bronze treasure tripod from his hand, carrying a powerful power towards Wushuang.

Wushuang felt a suction force coming, and his body involuntarily flew into the bronze treasure cauldron.

"This bronze treasure tripod is not an ordinary magic weapon..."

Yang Fan looked at the bronze treasure tripod with a burning look.

Swish!

At this critical moment, a blue light wave flashed on Wushuang's body, disappeared from the spot and appeared several feet away.

"Wind Escape Technique!"

The old man in the white beard foundation-building stage showed a shock.

The young man in white in front of him was not only amazingly powerful, but also mastered the magical wind escape technique.

Such supernatural power escape techniques must at least reach the advanced level before they can practice them, and supernatural powers are hard to come by.

This bronze treasure tripod is his Hanyue Gate's mountain-controlling treasure. Once activated, it is difficult for ordinary foundation-building cultivators to escape.

Whoosh!

Wushuang flashed unsteadily, the sword was fatal, and four or five swords could be swung out during breathing, and the bloody aura spreads in the air.

"Escape quickly!"

A monk had the intention of retreating and fled to the oasis.

Yang Fan sneered and slowly raised his left hand. The escaped monk's body stiffened, his throat was crushed, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

Then he stood up, manipulated the flying sword, and killed the monk who intended to escape.

"ah!"

The old man in the white beard foundation-building stage had red eyes, but his unparalleled body skills were as elegant as dust and possessed the "instant wind technique", so he couldn't do anything about it.
Chapter completed!