Chapter 523 The Demon King takes action

Finally, the two most peak monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty made concessions.

Yang Fan took Saint Ye Han away with a smile.

Lingxiao Sword Fairy watched him leave, with a few lines of praise on her face.

The Blood Refining Ancestor and Sanqing Sanren looked a little ugly.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, do you actually support this son's crazy plan?"

The two great monks looked at Lingxiao Sword Immortal at the same time.

As great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the three of them have some understanding of each other.

"Feng has had enough of passive defense." Feng Wujue said in a deep voice: "His thought coincides with me."

"Is it not enough that the repeated defeats in the past to awaken fellow Taoist Feng?"

The Blood Refining Ancestor's eyes flashed sharply and his voice was deserted.

"The reason I lost before was that the strongest man at the peak of the barbarians was sure to beat us. Besides, the Black Wind Demon Emperor's methods were terrifying and so many cancers were installed in our Thirteenth National Congress."

"Now, Fellow Daoist Yang has arrived and promised to balance a Nascent Soul cultivator, healed Feng's injuries and helped us clear the cancer in the ancient Liang City. This is the perfect time for a large counterattack."

Every word Feng Wujue is sonorous and powerful, and the divine light in his eyes is sharp.

"I don't agree with you. I and the ancestor of Blood Refining will definitely not support this matter. I will not let you bet on the fate of billions of creatures in the Northern Qin Dynasty."

Sanqing Sanren said something lightly, then waved his sleeves and left.

The Blood Refining Ancestor snorted coldly, his body shook and disappeared into the hall.

Feng Wujue sighed and left the hall.

When he flew halfway, he turned to Yang Fan's residence.

When the wind Wujue came here, Yang Fan smiled and greeted him, as if he had predicted his arrival in advance.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, please come in."

Yang Fan was very enthusiastic about him.

Enter the room and the layout is simple and comfortable.

Fairy Huanling was responsible for pouring tea, and Hu Fei was lazy and leaned against the side to take a nap without any awareness of welcoming guests.

Feng Wujue's eyes swept over the fairy of Phantom Spirit and Hu Fei, and especially frozen the latter's face.

bass!

Hu Fei suddenly opened his eyes, burst out with a ray of cold light, jumped up from the spot, turned to Feng Wuxuan's gaze, and a powerful fighting spirit emanated from his body.

"Don't be rude." Yang Fan glared at him.

Hu Fei curled his lips, sat down again, and returned to his lazy appearance.

"This should be the rumored fellow Hu Fei and Hu, right?"

Feng Wujue smiled and looked at Hu Fei a few more times.

Hu Feize has a cold attitude and looks ignorant.

"This is my brother. Don't be surprised by fellow Taoist Feng."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

Afterwards, the two began to talk about some opinions on the barbarian wars.

Yang Fan was surprised to find that some of Feng Wujue's views were surprisingly similar to his own.

However, Feng Wujue is good at the invincible sharp offensive and neglects in the details of the layout.

If he has the advantage in strength, he will be smooth and invincible.

However, when the opponent is stronger than him and his strategy is very high, this formal style will be difficult to work.

"Fellow Daoist Yang is right. To relieve the crisis of the Northern Qin Dynasty, we must completely sweep the nine barbarian tribes. The temporary peace talks are just a waste of time."

Feng Wujue supports Yang Fan’s view very much.

"Then what should I do about this barbarian saint?"

Feng Wujue's eyes were set at a corner of the room.

Ye Han was tied up by the poisonous whip and her magic power was banned. There was also a ban on where she stood, so she could not hear the conversation between the two.

"It would be best to seize this woman to arouse hatred among the nine barbarian tribes."

Yang Fan's lips slightly pursed.

Although Feng Wujue was a little puzzled, he did not ask too much. He only stood up and left after expressing his grace to Yang Fan for his treatment again.

In the following days, chaos caused in the barbarian camp.

When he learned that the saint was captured alive by the enemy, the barbarians were shocked, which aroused the anger and hatred of many monks.

The barbarians even sent monks to negotiate and threatened: "If you don't hand over the saint, you will slaughter the whole city."

Slaughter the whole city!!

In Guliang City, many conservatives were panicked.

In response, many monks at the top of the Northern Qin Dynasty put pressure on Yang Fan and asked him to hand over the saint for negotiation.

Yang Fan was very leisurely and ignored these people's requests.

In fact, that's his purpose.

A few days later, the barbarian army and 200,000 monks were densely packed, like black clouds, oppressing the ancient Liang City.

How magnificent is the murderous aura and power generated by the 200,000 monks?

In contrast, the previous Yuyang Kingdom's magical battle was just a small fight.

The three great masters of the Western Mountain Barbarians were the commanders of hundreds of thousands of monks.

On the Northern Qin side, three major monks all came out, and more than half of the monks in Guliang City came out in full bloom and confronted outside the city.

The confrontation between hundreds of thousands of monks suddenly became critical, and the war was about to break out.

Yang Fan stayed in the guest room and was with Hu Fei, so he didn't let him go out.

"Boss Yang, a big war is about to go out, it's time for us to show our power."

Hu Fei couldn't sit still and felt itchy.

"We are here, we have our own mission, and we believe that the battle will not be far away."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"The monks from the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin all listened to it. If you don't hand over the saint in an incense stick, don't blame us for slaughtering the whole city."

Among the three great masters of the barbarians, a tall, cold-faced old man spoke.

On both sides of him were the black-robed Master Mu Tian, ​​and the short old man as short as a dwarf.

The three great masters took action together, which shows the firm attitude of the barbarians in the Western Mountains.

"Just, Saint Ye Han is in my waiting hands. If you dare to make any changes, just wait and see her bloody head."

The Blood Refining Ancestor sneered.

The confrontation between hundreds of thousands of monks outside the city is at a critical point that is about to explode at any time.

And in the empty ancient Liang City, a faint and unaware black wind drifted in.

Its existence is like nothingness.

Yang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in the guest room, suddenly his eyes narrowed.

Almost at the same time, the two felt a terrifying pressure that was almost unrestless.

At this moment, the air around seemed to be exhausted.

The breeze is still.

The spiritual energy has solidified.

Similar situations are also performed outside the ancient Liang City.

A stick of incense was floating between hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides, and it had been lit at this moment, and blue smoke was emitted.

Hundreds of thousands of monks almost held their breath.

One stick of incense.

When this incense stick is ignited, it means the beginning of a crazy offensive by the barbarian army.

"Hehe... Lord Black Wind Demon Emperor."

Yang Fan's voice came from the room.

A black wind like nothingness floated over the guest room.
To be continued...