Chapter 527: Inheriting the Power of Spiritual Treasure

A white light seedling like a tadpole was opened, touching the terrifying monster wind emitted by the mysterious cloak of inheritance.

Seeing this scene, the Black Wind Demon Emperor showed sarcasm in his eyes.

This object is created by the combination of his innate abilities and inherited treasures. It can annihilate all things and face it head-on, the Nascent Soul Cultivator may also die.

Even if the legendary powerful man in the God Transformation Stage arrives, he will not choose to compete head-on.

At first, the tadpole-like white light seedlings met the black and black strange wind, which suddenly became much dimmed a lot and almost extinguished.

At this moment, Yang Fan's face also condensed.

But the next moment, the dark and strange wind suddenly withered and dimmed, withering like flowers.

What!?

The Black Wind Demon Emperor was inexplicably frightened, and his body trembled slightly. He saw his forbidden killer weapon withering and dissipating in a moment.

And at the same time, the inherited black cloak behind him made a slight whine, which seemed to be affected.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor himself couldn't explain this impact, but it definitely didn't feel that it was good.

Scream!!

His figure shook, disappeared from Yang Fan's side again, and a bronze mirror was drawn out from his hand, which was also an ancient treasure.

Yang Fan smiled indifferently, held a brush in his hand, and fought with the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

While the two peak powerhouses were fighting, hundreds of thousands of monks in the Peacock Temple and the Northern Qin Alliance held their breath.

In the field of vision, two rays of light and shadows flashed constantly, making it difficult for even the spiritual consciousness to capture.

The two major lights and shadows sometimes intersect and sometimes burst out with brilliant brilliance. Although they are not earth-shaking, they are definitely thrilling.

The high-level monks on the field were all frightened.

Their spiritual sense could barely keep up with the battle between the two, and found that the confrontation was extremely dangerous and in danger.

At one moment, Yang Fan was suppressed by the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and was almost a life-and-death situation. But in the next moment, the situation reversed and the Black Wind Demon Emperor was forced into a desperate situation.

These two are the top players in the Northern Qin Dynasty. Their fighting and confrontation are often wave after wave, continuous.

Such an unpredictable confrontation between gods and ghosts, ordinary monks can only look up to it.

More monks are in their throats, and their fighting styles at every moment seem to be stepping on steel wires. Any negligence will lead to eternal regrets.

The old monsters of the Yuanying in the upper echelons of the Northern Qin Dynasty also secretly sweated for Yang Fan.

The three great monks stood together, and at first they were unstable and a little nervous.

Even they were shocked by the way the two fought.

If any of them had dealt with it, they would have been at a disadvantage long ago.

It seems that Yang Fan, the entire Northern Qin Alliance, can only be equal to the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

Although there is not much difference between the other three great monks, they are still two points inferior.

As the battle continued, the three great monks had a clearer estimate of the strength of both sides due to their different heights of battle.

"It seems that the two of them are equally strong and they are not even able to decide the winner even if they play for three days and three nights."

Feng Wujue sighed.

Fortunately, Yang Fan was fighting. If it were any of them, I would probably not have been able to hold on for so long.

"I don't think so."

The three-clear sanren said with a smile.

The Blood Refining Ancestor and Feng Wujue both looked at him.

"If you continue to fight for a long time, Fellow Daoist Yang should be able to gain the upper hand. Haven't you noticed that Fellow Daoist Yang has a long qi and is far superior to the same level, and even the great monks at the same level can't do anything. Moreover, his defense is also very strong. As long as there is no accident, he can basically be invincible. As long as he drags on like this for a long time, the Black Wind Demon Emperor will definitely suffer."

The eyes of Sanqing Sanren were flashing, and they stared at the two erratic figures in the distance.

When the blood refining ancestor and Feng Wujue heard this, his eyes lit up.

Indeed, Yang Fan's qi veins are long and terrible. He is still calm and composed after fighting for such a long time.

On the other hand, after using the great magical powers several times in succession, the Black Wind Demon Emperor had to breathe a little.

Of course, the strong Nascent Soul has a long qi and can initially absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As long as it is not consumed too much, it will not cause any problems in fighting for several days or even longer.

However, no matter how long the Qi and meridians are, it is difficult to continuously supplement the mental and mental consumption.

As time passed by little by little, although the Black Wind Demon Emperor did not fall into a disadvantage, he was indeed not as leisurely as Yang Fan during the battle.

The longer the time lasts, Yang Fan's advantage will become greater and greater.

"If this trend continues, and the fight lasts for another six or seven days, Fellow Daoist Yang will gain the upper hand."

Sanqing Sanren stroked his beard and said with a smile.

While they were watching the battle, the three barbarians also stared at the battlefield at all times.

"Although Yang Fan is a mid-stage cultivator, his strength can actually compete with the Demon Emperor. I didn't believe it before..."

The old dwarf looked shocked.

The black-robed Master Mu Tian sighed: "Yes, otherwise why would I be killed by him before?"

"At present, the strength of Lord Demon Emperor and Yang Fan is equal, and our plan should be realized."

The black-faced Tianshi showed a hint of joy.

In a blink of an eye, four or five days have passed, and the battle between Yang Fan and the Black Wind Demon Emperor was still thrilling, and methods emerged one after another.

However, hundreds of thousands of monks from both sides were already numb.

"Something is not good..." The old dwarf face changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Master Mu Tian said in confusion.

"Did you find that the Demon Emperor is somewhat inferior to the Yang surname in terms of endurance?"

The old dwarf man stared at the expressions of the two and suddenly said.

"Huh?" The other two heavenly masters also saw that the Black Wind Demon Emperor was vaguely at a disadvantage.

"It won't work if this continues."

The three great masters stomped their feet in a hurry.

The battle is still going on, and it takes another two or three days.

At this moment, all the existences above the higher level also discovered that the Black Wind Demon Emperor was gradually at a disadvantage and was suppressed by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's offensive was still strong, steady and heavy, sometimes like a volcanic eruption.

Guru~~

At one moment, the Black Wind Demon Emperor suddenly took out a small jade bottle, and the milky white crystal liquid was introduced into his mouth, and he drank it all.

In an instant, his magic power throbbed, not only recovering from its full strength, but also increasing slightly.

Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, and it can be seen that the other party was taking some kind of spiritual liquid that replenishes magic power, and its value may not be less than that of Qiling Nectar.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Suddenly, the Black Wind Demon Emperor's offensive became a little powerful, and he faintly suppressed Yang Fan.

Yang Fan no longer has the "faulty reverse spirit blood" at this moment, otherwise he would not be arrogant.

However, as his pharmacist, we can analyze:

Although the spiritual liquid that the Black Wind Demon Emperor drank could surge in a short period of time, it would definitely have certain side effects after the medicine was effective.

For spiritual liquids like the defective reverse spirit blood that have no side effects, I am afraid that only can appear in the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

Yang Fan was simply suppressed and was not worried at all. With his strong defense and various trump cards, as long as he was careful, there would be no danger.

After another half a day of fighting, the Black Wind Demon Emperor's combat power gradually weakened and was about to fall to normal levels.

Yang Fan pursed the corners of his mouth. As long as the effect of the medicine ended, side effects would appear, which would at least weaken his combat effectiveness.

A trace of anxiety finally flashed in the eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

At one moment, he gritted his teeth and a dark stream of light burst out all over his body. The inherited cloak behind him was windless, and a terrifying and trembling aura was emitted.

Huhu~~~

Within a radius of ten miles, strong winds were blowing and black light was flowing.

Fortunately, the monks from both sides were already ten miles away and were not greatly affected.

The three great monks vaguely realized something was wrong and made everyone retreat.

Yang Fan suddenly felt like he was trapped in the mud, and all his movements were restricted.

As the inherited black cloak swayed, the black light flow within a few miles became more violent, forming an invincible gale.

The essence, blood and magic power in the Black Wind Demon Emperor's body were injected into the inherited black cloak with great difficulty.
To be continued...