Chapter 477: The Demonic Contest (Part 1)

Whoosh ~~

A dark purple light flashed through the sky, with an incredible speed, and the speed of an idle Nascent Soul monk was not even one tenth.

If there is a high-level Nascent Soul here, the spiritual consciousness will definitely be able to capture a small Nascent Soul with purple light shining.

Yuan Youqing gave up his body and flew with the Nascent Soul, and almost died, which was extremely thrilling.

If it weren't for the emergence of the Sanyou Old Demon at the most critical moment, he might have been captured and killed by the terrifying demon.

Thinking of Shi Qianhan's thunder domineeringness and powerful magic skills, he was scared.

"Damn the old demon Sanyou, he was slow to take action, and my body was destroyed. It seems that he had to find a new skin..."

Yuan Youqing was secretly afraid.

These three old demons, as giants of demonic path, are indeed old foxes.

Bang bang bang-

At this moment, somewhere dozens of miles away from him, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth shook, the rolling demonic energy scattered everywhere, the sound of the interception shocked the sky, and the sound of thunder was as loud as thunder, thrilling.

"These two devils fought..."

Yuan Youqing reluctantly used his spiritual sense to sweep it, revealing a look of shock.

Whether it is Shi Qianhan or the Sanyou Old Demon, they are people he must not provoke.

One side is the master of the Demonic Way who has shocked Yuyang for hundreds of years, and the other is the rookie of the Demonic Way who has risen miraculously like a comet.

The outcome of the two clashes is very important and is enough to make anyone expect and curious.

Yuan Youqing was no exception, but he still flew towards the Ghost Spirit Castle without hesitation.

If he doesn't go back and recover quickly, if he is affected by the battle between these two demons or is hit by other high-level Nascent Souls, the consequences will be unimaginable.

call out--

In a moment, he returned to the Ghost Spirit Castle.

However, just as he arrived here, his dim Nascent Soul suddenly froze, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Looking around, the entire Ghost Spirit Fort seemed to have become a dead land.

The empty castle has no life, and there are festering corpses everywhere, like a dead city.

Originally, those soul-devouring scorpions had already scattered everywhere, chasing and killing the hidden ghost magic sect monks everywhere.

As long as the remaining Ghost Illusion Sect monks are still hidden within a radius of hundreds of miles, they will be found by poisonous scorpions, leaving behind a poisonous corpse.

"This...what the hell is going on?"

Yuan Youqing's Nascent Soul stayed in the void, shocked inexplicably.

To a certain extent, the Ghost Illusion Sect has been removed from the Immortal Cultivation World, and more than 99% of the cultivators have died.

Now the only one left is him, the commander who is barely apart, and his body has been destroyed, leaving only a naked Yuanying.

"Shi Qianhan is obviously chasing me, and now he is duel with the Sanyou Old Demon. How could he have the ability to make these hundreds of poisonous scorpions and spirit beasts?"

Yuan Youqing's Nascent Soul's eyes flashed.

"Is there any other terrible existence besides Shi Qianhan?"

Yuan Youqing couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

While he was in a daze and meditating, a man in a green jade brocade robe walked out of the Ghost Spirit Castle, holding several storage bags in his hand, and was tapping the spoils.

"Well, this time I plundered the Ghost Fantasy Gate Treasure House, and the harvest was beyond expectations."

The man in the green jade brocade robe seemed not to pay attention to his existence, and the storage bags disappeared in his hands.

What!!

He stared at the young man, took a breath of air, and his spiritual sense swept through him, and he couldn't see through the other party.

"You...who are you?"

Yuan Youqing was shocked and stared at the young man.

"Who am I?" the young man smiled indifferently: "Of course it's the one who kills you."

After saying that, he slowly raised one hand, and a faint and strange wave rippled.

On his left hand, a silver-gray, dull ring was revealed.

In an instant, Yuan Youqing's Nascent Soul struggled in the void, as if he was being held tightly in his hand.

Immediately, the entire Nascent Soul was frozen and imprisoned and disappeared into the void.

The young man withdrew his hand, glanced lightly in the direction where the demonic energy was rolling, and murmured to himself:

"As expected, the Sanyou Old Demon peeked for a long time."

"I just don't know what means this demon can confuse the actual distance between the demon flame sensing? Although he can sense his existence and general direction, he cannot estimate the real distance... This was also the case in Yangjiabao last time."

Yang Fan frowned, suddenly closed his eyes, and his light yellow crystal light shone brightly in his body, melting into the earth.

The next moment, the entire Ghost Spirit Castle trembled and made a sound of "boom boom boom..."

From this day on, the Ghost Illusion Sect was gradually forgotten in the world of immortal cultivation. After hundreds of years and thousands of years, few people remember its existence.

...

The clouds rolled in the sky, and the entire sky was suppressed by a panic-ridden demonic power.

The old demon Sanyou was wearing a black robe and flew, his clothes were flying, he carried his back with one hand, and gently held his hand in the air, his body was dark and restrained.

The aura he emits seemed to merge with the evil clouds between heaven and earth.

From a distance, he looks like a shadow, with the dark luster in his eyes giving people a sense of unfathomable depth like the sea.

Shi Qianhan's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the black magic light was as thick as the essence. The rolling demonic energy on his head gathered into a vast demonic cloud, emitting vast demonic power, competing with the demon giant in front of him.

However, the old demon of Sanyou was not afraid or panic, but just stepped slowly, as if he was walking towards him casually.

It seemed that he was not at all effective, but Shi Qianhan's expression changed again.

Just taking a few steps casually gave him an invincible and impeccable illusion.

The gentle steps seemed to step on Shi Qianhan's heartbeat and breath, and every demonic energy inside and outside the body was fully activated.

While walking in the idle garden, it has a great impact and psychological pressure.

This is the style of the demeanor of the generation of Yuyang Kingdom.

Finally, the old demon Sanyou stopped his pace, and his dark and calm eyes stared at the demonic rookie in front of him: "Shi Qianhan, you have been away from the Northern Qin for decades, and I have been waiting for you for twenty-eight years."

I have been waiting for you for twenty-eight years.

The meaning of this sentence seems to imply something.

Twenty-eight years, he had absolutely sufficient preparation time, and he had all his backup plans and had absolute certainty.

And Yang Fan's return seemed to be throwing himself into the trap.

"For twenty-eight years, my husband has never moved a hair from your relatives, friends, and all the people involved." A smile appeared on the face of the Sanyou Old Demon: "Do you know, why is this?"

Shi Qianhan stood quietly in the void, and was a little curious.

"This is because I want to make you worry. As long as these people are still there, no matter how far you run, you will come back one day."

A few sharp looks gradually appeared in the eyes of the Sanyou Old Demon: "I am not afraid of you coming back, but I am worried that you will not come back."

When Shi Qianhan heard this, he thought a little, and felt that the Sanyou Old Demon really had the spirit of a generation of demon masters.

He was not afraid of the rise of Shi Qianhan, a miraculous rookie, and was even full of confidence, hoping that he would become stronger one day and return to the Northern Qin.

This confidence and mind are not afraid of challenges, nor do they oppress the younger generation.

However, at a certain moment, Shi Qianhan's heart suddenly shook and almost shuddered.

At that moment just now, he was almost impressed by the other party's confidence and mind at the level of spiritual will.

He suddenly realized that the battle in front of him was not only a confrontation of strength, but also a comprehensive confrontation of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

The Sanyou Old Demon is worthy of being a master of demons. His fighting will is so powerful. He lightly puts it down to create a spiritual commanding height for the upcoming battle.

"Hahaha..." Shi Qianhan laughed: "Three Evil Old Demon, you are indeed very strong, but you are not as strong as your conspiracy; you have a great mind, but you are far inferior to a dead person."

"A dead person?" The darkness in the eyes of the Sanyou Old Demon was in shock.

In the first half of the sentence, Shi Qianhan mocked him for putting the cart before the horse and his strength was not as good as a conspiracy.

In the second half of the sentence, the commanding heights of the three evil demons deliberately created are self-defeating.

"Have you forgotten that twenty-eight years ago, a Jindan-level warrior almost severely injured you, who was at the advanced level of Nascent Soul, to death, twenty-eight years ago."

Shi Qianhan's mouth slightly pursed.

"Wu Shuang?" Shi Qianhan's face changed slightly, and then he said with a little disdain: "A trivial martial arts practitioner."

"Really?" Shi Qianhan looked at him with a smile.
To be continued...