Chapter 442 He is back!!

"It's you... Yang Tian!!!"

The beautiful Confucian woman exclaimed, and she was surprised and loved and hated, with her eyes extremely complicated.

"Yang Tian?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, with a strange look on his face.

It seems that this is not the first time, why have I been mistaken for my father again?

What is the relationship between the Confucian Nascent Soul Girl Cultivator in front of you and his father Yang Tian?

"Ahem..." Yang Fan coughed lightly: "Senior, you admit your mistake, I'm not Yang Tian."

"Aren't you Yang Tian?" The beautiful Confucian woman stared at Yang Fan for a while, and sighed softly: "It's so similar. I actually admit it wrong. You should be his descendant, right?"

"Yang Tian is my father. How dare you ask the senior for his honorable name?"

Yang Fan felt the love, hatred and affection in the beautiful woman's eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable all over, thinking to himself: "How much romantic debt did my father cause outside?"

"My name is Fengxi, and I am an old friend to your father."

When the Confucian beautiful woman said this, her expression gradually became colder and asked, "It was you... who kidnapped Shi Yao?"

"Kidnap?" Yang Fan was so amused and felt that he was very unfair.

How can it be described as "cadasman"?

At the beginning, Deng Shiyao was stubborn and persistent, and after a moment of thought, she followed her, and Yang Fan was suffering.

"Senior Feng's words are wrong. Shi Yao left on the teleportation array, which was beyond my expectations."

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, took out a message talisman and threw it to Feng Xi.

Feng Xi took the message talisman and looked at it, her face flickered.

It took a long time before she put away the message talisman, swept her eyes to Yang Fan, and said bluntly: "So, you went to the 'Tianqin Inner Sea' and came back safely, but left Shi Yao in the Inner Sea?"

"It was Shi Yao who helped me build the teleportation array back to Beiqin, and she herself was not willing to come back."

Yang Fan explained.

"A crazy one..." Feng Xi sighed: "The first step to practice the Supreme Forget Love Art is to cut off grace and righteousness. She destroyed the teleportation array, which is the case. Otherwise..."

Speaking of this, she looked dull and sad.

"Shiyao is a disciple I have carefully cultivated. If she had known that she had a pure and beautiful body, she would never have expected that she would still not be able to escape this destined fate."

Feng Xi couldn't help but whimper, and her expression was a little helpless.

Yang Fan looked pondering and asked, "Elder Feng seems to know the 'Tianqin Inner Sea'?"

"That's just a legend. Although I haven't been to it, I know that place..." Feng Xi's eyes gradually faded away: "My ancestor came from that legendary land with the 'Lingxiao Immortal Sword Sect' a long time ago. There are also records in the ancient books that left behind that Inland Sea is indeed a chaotic place enslaved by the demon clan."

"It is said that more than 100,000 years ago, the inner sea of ​​Tianqin was ruled by the level 6 God-transforming monsters, and humans had almost no place to stand. I don't know what the situation is now, it's a blessing in disgrace to you and Shi Yao be safe and sound."

Feng Xi exclaimed.

"Is it really that serious?" Yang Fanze was puzzled.

According to the decades he spent in Tianqin's Inner Sea, although the entire sea area was ruled by the demon clan, human monks were not without a foothold.

Moreover, except for the twelve most powerful people in the Inner Sea, he had never heard of the existence of the God Transformation Stage.

Perhaps as the long river of history extends, the inland sea that was 100,000 years ago has changed and changed today's form.

Whether it is a monster or a human monk, you can have a day when your life is overwhelming.

In this ancient battlefield, a quiet place.

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

Feng Xi finally spoke: "How is your father?"

"Father..." Yang Fan took a deep breath, and the grief and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Feng Xi vaguely realized something was wrong and said anxiously: "How is he?"

"He's probably dead for nearly thirty years."

Yang Fan said with great difficulty, his hands trembling.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not hide the hatred and guilt in his eyes.

"Die...he's dead..." Feng Xi, a female cultivator of the Confucian Nascent Soul, seemed to be lost, and was stunned for a while.

"Yes, I died because of me." A deep self-blame flashed across Yang Fan's face.

Speaking of this, he suddenly released a momentum like a mountain torrent and took a deep breath: "My ultimate goal of returning to Beiqin this time is to avenge revenge. I cannot let their efforts and sacrifices be in vain."

Feng Xi felt the aura on Yang Fan's body, and was secretly frightened, asking, "You're sure he's really dead."

"Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I had already sensed the death between the bloodline, and......"

Yang Fan took out a yellowed secret letter and slowly unfolded it.

Familiar handwriting appears before your eyes:

My son Yang Fan:

When you receive this letter, you may have passed away for the Father. But remember not to look back, never look back! Otherwise, all efforts will be in vain.

The Dark Blood Dynasty was an organization built for his father to infiltrate the Yuyang Kingdom and even the surrounding countries. All of this was to fight against one force - the Moyang Sect.

If you die for your father, then the enemy who killed me is probably the Sanyou Old Demon.

As for the real culprits who killed your biological mother, there are two, one is the Sanyou Old Demon, and the other is your father, Yang Tian!!

If you can be promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage in your lifetime, you can consider coming back to take revenge and taking over the entire Dark Blood Dynasty.

Otherwise, then never go back to Yuyang and live your life safely.

...

After reading the letter, Feng Xi burst into tears and sighed: "I will not pursue the matter of the ancient teleportation array. If you have any needs in the future, you can come to me."

After saying that, she left sadly.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and recalled the thrilling moment when he was chased by the Three Evil Old Demons.

The teacher suffered heavy damage to himself and destroyed the treasure of the poisonous Tao.

My father stopped the Three Evil Old Demon for himself and had already died.

Wushuang once again severely injured the Sanyou Old Demon at the cost of death.

Otherwise, with his original cultivation level, even with Xiangyun boots in his hand, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the old Nascent Soul monster in his prime.

When Yang Fan stepped into the level of the Nascent Soul stage, he deeply understood the key points.

Teachers, friends, fathers, how much does it cost to save themselves a glimmer of hope?

"I, Yang Fan, swore here that in a few years, I will definitely kill the Three Evil Old Demon. Otherwise, my soul will be tortured by the Nine Nether Fire and will never be able to reincarnate forever!"

Suddenly, Yang Fan remembered the poisonous oath he made before leaving Bei Qin.

"Okay... Sanyou Old Demon, I will let you know that Yang has returned to Beiqin. I want you to be scared and wait for death to come!"

Yang Fan took a deep breath and his energy rose to the peak.

Swish!

The next moment, a tall and majestic young man appeared beside him.

Shi Qianhan's cold and ruthless face also showed strong murderous intent and hatred.

Bang bang!

Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!

Suddenly, a strange heartbeat sounded, and the power of the storm of demonic flames emerged from Shi Qianhan's body.

The crescent mark on his forehead flickered and dark.

The induction from the Netherworld Demon Flame is transmitted in the Northern Qin land.

No matter how far apart, the other party can get a vague induction.

...

In a huge black peak shrouded in the shadow of demonic energy in Yuyang Country.

"He's back, he's finally back..."

In the dark golden hall, a cold and stiff voice came.

The tall and burly old man in black robe suddenly stiffened.

He stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his eyes as dark as the abyss, but at this moment a trace of murderous intent flashed through him. His clothes flew into his body, and his whole body was like the shadow of death.

"Haha, Sanyou Demon Flame? Very good. I really surprised me. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

After a moment, a smile appeared between the corners of the Sanyou Old Demon's mouth, as if he was looking forward to it.

"As long as you swallow your Three Nether Demon Flames, it will be the day when I look down on the Northern Qin Dynasty, hahaha..."
To be continued...