In this way, every time he heals a person, he can get a siege crossbow arrow.

Over time, Yang Fan himself didn't know how many crossbow arrows he got, and in the end he became a little numb.

According to Yang Fan's speculation, the material of each siege crossbow arrow can be at least comparable to that of a top-grade spiritual weapon!

Yang Fan's frequent appearance on the field also attracted the attention of these forces. The pharmacists were amazed at his healing speed and effect, and felt envious.

Gradually, the reputation of Kyoto's No. 1 miracle doctor spread among these monks...

Those monks who had been saved by Yang Fan all looked at him with heartfelt gratitude and respect.

"Look, the indigenous king has come out..."

At some point, a sensation caused in the monk camp.

Yang Fan looked sideways and saw an old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter on the city wall.

The indigenous king gently raised the scepter in his hand, and the warriors responsible for the attack on the city wall stopped.

Soon, a big man with golden armor came out and spoke loudly to the monks below.

Unfortunately, the monks couldn't understand the language of this native.

Yang Fan speculated that the natives might want to negotiate with the monks outside the city.

"Hehe, the indigenous king, the scepter in his hand seems to be no ordinary thing..."

The little girl in a white short skirt in the Ghost Fantasy Gate said innocently.

"He is an indigenous king, kill him."

The ghost-eyed man beside her said coldly.

"Okay, then kill him."

The little girl in a white short skirt smiled and suddenly closed her eyes.

In an instant, a strange wave rippled from her position to the city wall.

The indigenous king felt something was wrong, his body suddenly became cold, and as soon as he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned pale.

The next moment, he closed his eyes, hugged his head with both hands, looking in pain.

The indigenous warriors around were in chaos, calling and shouting.

"ah!"

Suddenly, the indigenous king spat out a mouthful of blood, his body fell, his seven orifices bleed, and his energy was cut off and he died.

With the death of the indigenous king, a chaos occurred on the city walls. The golden-armored warrior shouted angrily, and his voice was like a thunderbolt, which shocked the scene.

"Killing people invisibly... This is a bit like my secret skill of Xianhong Art."

Yang Fan saw everything that happened before and after, and secretly was shocked by the strange ability of the little girl in the ghost fantasy skirt.

This is a spiritual attack, and the formations outside the colorful castle cannot be blocked.

"Ghost Magic Sect..." Meng Xuan murmured in a low voice, staring at the little girl in the short skirt not far away, "I really didn't expect that she could cultivate the legendary 'Dream Soul Technique' to such a state. The 'Ghost Magic Sect' is worthy of being the super sect of the past. If it weren't for the death of the ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage, her current strength should be able to compete with top sects such as the Qingyuan Sect."

"The indigenous king died, and all major forces dug up the underground passage to the castle. It seems that the day after the city is broken is not far away..."

Le Bo said indifferently.

"I have controlled eight monks now. Among the monks in the "Ghost Illusion Sect", some of whom are good at spiritual secret techniques. Although they came late, they may have controlled more than me."

Meng Xuan's tone was very solemn.

On the other side, Yang Fan was not idle either. While he was treating the injured and improving his cultivation, he was also secretly observing the situation in various parties.

"It seems that these indigenous people can no longer hold on..."

Yang Fan thought to himself.

Under the attack of the Human Cultivator Alliance, the indigenous castle had to replace the formation's spirit stone almost every other day, and the monks also roughly figured out the location of the spirit stones.

After the death of the indigenous king, the golden-armored warrior temporarily stabilized the situation.

Of course, the monks of the Ghost Fantasy Sect also tried to kill the golden armored warrior, but ended in failure.

Yang Fan guessed that the strength of this golden-armored warrior had reached the peak of secular warriors, and was not even worse than that of King Yuwen Lie of Yan.

Although the spiritual secret techniques of the Ghost Fantasy Sect monks are extremely powerful, they are far apart, and they are separated by ancient strange formations. They can only exert two or three points of power. It is indeed difficult to kill warriors of this level.

However, Yang Fan really saw that two innate warriors were killed by the little girl in a strange and unpredictable way.

This method is simply terrifying.

After the death of the indigenous king, the Human Monks Alliance attacked for seven days and seven nights in a row, and all forces were planning to launch the final internal and external cooperation.

Success and failure are just in the next few days.

Yang Fan always maintained contact with the "Glass Cold Crystal Snake", and also allowed it to dig two deeper and more hidden underground passages for itself to wait for the last moment.

“Huh?”

At some point, Yang Fan suddenly got some abnormal movements about the castle natives from the "Glass Cold Crystal Snake".

A moment later, a small chaos appeared on the castle, with a total of twenty native warriors lifting a strange and huge machine up, looking extremely difficult.

This is a giant who is twice as big as a siege crossbow. There is a lifelike hideous dragon head in the front section. Its mouth is wide open, and it is pitch black inside, with unknown materials, and some burn marks can be seen inside.

The middle and back end of this machine is a bit like a dragon turtle's back. The surface is carved with complex and inexplicable formations, exuding an ancient and distant aura.

When the machine on the back of the dragon-headed turtle stood on the city wall, Yang Fan suddenly felt an oppressive and destructive aura.

Intuition tells it that this thing is dangerous and terrible.

Especially when the dragon head's dark mouth was facing him, Yang Fan was even more frightened and his soul trembled slightly.

The dragon head turtle back, it seems to be some kind of divine beast from ancient times?

Yang Fan was secretly careful and kept a certain distance from this thing, trying not to stand on the same line with the dragon mouth.

Several natives on the city wall opened a groove on the back of the dragon turtle and brought dozens of spirit stones to inlaid them one by one.

When the dozens of spirit stones were inlaid, the giant on the back of the dragon-headed turtle suddenly trembled, and the formation flowed, and the dragon eyes flashed with a heart-wrenching light.

"What is that..."

The monks in the camps below began to guess.

"I seem to have seen this thing in ancient books, but I don't remember it very clearly for a while..."

Meng Xuan frowned.

"This thing is very dangerous. You let the family members retreat for a distance."

Yang Fan looked solemn and said to Yuwen Juju.

Yuwen Rou didn't think much about it and immediately asked the monks to withdraw hundreds of feet away.

"Yang Yaoshi, I feel that this thing is a bit like the legendary 'Yuan Destroy Cannon'."

Yuwen Rou stared at the machine on the back of the dragon-headed turtle for a while.

"Drunk Yuan Cannon?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned.

At this moment, the dragon head on the castle began to slowly deviate, and the black dragon mouth was facing the dense place of the monk camp.

"Be careful, this object may be the 'Yuan Destroy Cannon' that was passed down from ancient times. It is a taboo thing, so please avoid it."

Soon a well-informed monk warned everyone.

Swallowing!

The monks who reacted quickly flew into the sky one after another.

And at this moment, the formation on the back of the Demonic Yuan Pao Turtle suddenly lit up, presenting complex lines and patterns.

Suddenly, the dragon head's eyes burst out with dazzling light.

Then there was only a loud "boom" sound, and a dazzling white light column burst out from the dragon's mouth.

For a moment, the earth shook, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was chaotic, and the eardrums of some monks were directly shattered. Some people were temporarily blind under the dazzling light, and their eyes were pitch black.

Whoosh-

Wherever the white light column passed, everything was wiped out, and there was not even a single residue left.

Boom!

The thick white light column bombarded somewhere, and then suddenly exploded, and the powerful wave of destructive energy spread to a mile.

For a moment, outside the castle, screams continued, the earth cracked, and dust and smoke rose.

After a while, everything returned to peace, and wherever the eyes reached, a huge circular pit with a diameter of twenty feet was left.

In this twenty feet of space, whether in the air or on the ground, all things that exist are destroyed.

"This is the 'Yuan Destroyer'..."

Yang Fan took a breath of air conditioning and couldn't help but look at the giant on the back of the dragon-headed turtle on the city tower with a brand new look.

The power of the "Yuan Destroy Cannon" killed twenty or thirty monks, as well as many seriously injured monks.
To be continued...