: The Black Hand of the Sky

The colorful peacock light and shadow above Saint Ye Han's head burst into dazzling light, becoming more solid.

The momentum emitted by this power instantly elevated it to the point where it was comparable to the God Transformation Stage.

When the cultivation level is improved to the stage of God Transformation, countless vortexes of spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles, and Saint Yehan is coming towards him. Such a momentum is shocking.

Yang Fan's face changed slightly, his body slowly fell to the ground, his feet were like roots, piercing into the soil layer, and a steady stream of power poured into his body.

At this moment, Saint Ye Han's strength was already comparable to the Three Evil Old Demons who were possessed by the Demon God that day.

If there were no peerless things like Wushuang Broken Sword, it would be difficult to defeat her.

However, Yang Fan's feet were on the ground at this moment, his soul roots melted to the earth, and his power was continuous. The green species of life also differentiated into countless green streams to restore his essence, qi and blood.

A strong body and vitality bring him incredible restoration.

Instead of leaving immediately, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the void above Saint Ye Han's head.

The void gradually became a layer of blood and expanded and spread little by little.

However, Saint Ye Han's voice was majestic and majestic, causing a vortex of spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles, and did not notice it.

Buzz ~~

At one moment, the colorful peacock light and shadow above Saint Ye Han's head turned into a real entity, releasing a terrifying aura that suffocated the audience.

The seven-color peacock feathers are raised high and extending for more than ten feet, and the whole body is shining with glass luster, the eyes are arrogant and arrogant, and the figure is beautiful and elegant.

This is a colorful peacock dozens of feet long, dazzling to the extreme, making everything around it dimly pale, as if it has put all the beautiful colors of the world on it.

I deeply felt the turmoil of the vast spiritual energy between heaven and earth and the magnificent and arrogant nature. Several Nascent Soul monks fighting on the field ceased to fight at the same time, looking at this side.

The colorful peacock successfully peeled off from the head of Saint Ye Han and temporarily existed in the world in the form of a "Peacock Fairy".

Saint Ye Han's face was a little pale, but her cultivation was still at the peak of the Nascent Soul.

The peacock Fairy's magical power priest actually raised her cultivation from the early stage to the peak of the Nascent Soul.

That's fine. As long as your cultivation level has not reached the God Transformation Stage, Yang Fan thought he could still compete with one or two.

However, the Peacock Fairy, who triggered the vortex of thousands of miles of spiritual energy in the void, had a cultivation level of completely reaching the level of the God Transformation Stage. Whether it is at the level of cultivation or the magical powers and magical magic, they are far beyond the scope of anyone on the field.

Even with the unparalleled broken sword in his hand, Yang Fan was only 70% sure to kill her.

What's even more terrifying is that the Peacock Fairy's strength is still rising, even surpassing the strength that the demon in the upper realm possessed the Three Eyes Old Demon that day.

The dazzling colorful flowers and earth-shaking spiritual energy concealed the blood that spread and expanded in the void.

The blood color began to expand from a small piece.

At the beginning, it invaded thousands of miles of voids. As the strength of the Peacock Fairy increased, the blood light also expanded.

Eight thousand miles...10 thousand miles...15 thousand miles...20 thousand miles!!

The more the strength of the Peacock Fairy increases, the more the blood in the void expands.

In the blood-colored void, the deep and infinite blood mist could be seen faintly, like an abyss, boundless...

At this moment, the light of the sky caused by the Peacock Fairy also looked pale and colorless in front of the blood-colored void that covered the sky and the earth.

It is a taboo force that shocks and trembles hundreds of millions of creatures.

Fifty years ago, it appeared once in Yuyang Kingdom, even terrified the demons in the upper world.

"What?!"

The noble and beautiful Peacock Fairy suddenly looked up and saw the blood color of the void that was infected with 20,000 miles.

In the deep and bottomless blood mist, a taboo force that made it tremble was released.

In the Peacock Temple, hundreds of thousands of barbarian monks were almost suffocated.

The three great masters of the barbarians and the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty all felt the terrifying pressure and signs, and had an ominous premonition.

Bo~~

The blood-colored void shook for 20,000 miles, and the fog became deeper.

From the void, a dark hand holding the sky deep in the sky was three hundred long and two hundred feet wide, catching the Peacock Fairy like a covering of the sky and the sun.

"ah……"

The peacock fairy, who was just arrogant and arrogant, had fear in her eyes.

Swish-

She turned into a seven-colored beam of light and flew out hundreds of feet in one go.

However, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of Qingtian's black hand, and a huge suction force came.

The Peacock Fairy is like a drowning child, struggling desperately.

However, no matter how powerful she is, she cannot break free from the huge black hand in the world.

Huh ~

The dark hand of Qingtian suddenly waved, and the demonic energy within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was roaring, carrying the power of shocking the world, and capturing the Peacock Fairy at once.

"You... are you..."

The Peacock Fairy looked pale and stared at the bloody void behind the dark hand of the sky.

It was so huge that it was like a little sparrow in front of Qingtian's black hand, pinned in the palm of its palm.

Huswish—

The dark hand of Qingtian captured it, returned to the blood-colored fog, and disappeared.

Then, the blood color that invaded the void gradually faded away.

The arrogant and arrogant Peacock Fairy was captured by the unknown dark hand of Qingtian and fell into the abyss of nightmare.

Yang Fan stood on the ground, covered in cold sweat, but there was a few traces of conspiracy in his eyes.

If the Peacock Fairy did not strip away Saint Ye Han, but assisted her in attacking the God Transformation Stage, Yang Fan would probably have a lot of headaches.

"How is it possible... Peacock Fairy..."

Saint Ye Han stared at the void in a daze, his face pale.

Fortunately, her cultivation level at this moment is just approaching the stage of God Transformation. Otherwise, the consequences...

The three barbarians and the three northern Qin masters also realized this and continued to confront each other.

However, Feng Wujue and others looked at Yang Fan with a little worry.

At this moment, the aura of Saint Ye Han's body is far superior to that of ordinary cultivators. Her cultivation level is approaching the stage of God Transformation. After a big battle, Yang Fan, who was seriously injured in his vitality, can he deal with it?

"Yang Fan..." A hint of shame and anger flashed in Saint Ye Han's eyes, and she looked at Yang Fan with a hatred look on her face.

The situation of being captured and humiliated by Yang Fan in Guliang City a few years ago seems to be still vivid in my mind.

In the past, I was not strong enough and I couldn't have the idea of ​​taking revenge.

However, after passing by the Peacock Fairy's driving, her cultivation level was promoted to the peak of the Nascent Soul in a short period of time. She naturally would not let Yang Fan go when facing the severe damage to his vitality.

Yang Fan stood on the ground and looked at her with a smile: "Is this the Black Wind Demon Emperor's plan? It's a pity that you underestimated Yang's strength, and you didn't expect that stupid Peacock Fairy..."

"Today I will kill you and avenge the millions of dead barbarian monks!"

Saint Ye Han waved his jade hand and a slight gleam of seven colors bombarded Yang Fan.

"So who avenged the countless dead Northern Qin monks?"

Yang Fan smiled sarcastically, and the light yellow crystal light shook all over his body, and his body became integrated into the earth.

boom!

The seven-colored dazzling light hit the ground, and a bottomless pit suddenly appeared, with cracks spreading dozens of feet like spider webs.

"Your opponent...is me."

A cold voice came from her side.

Shi Qianhan held the Magic Sword in his hand and looked at her faintly.

Saint Ye Han's expression changed and she said with a chill look on her face: "Then let's kill you first!"

After saying that, she bounced her jade hand and a colorful ball of light bombarded away.

The Magic Sword in Shi Qianhan's hand skyrocketed about a ft. As the demonic energy rolled, the red and blue light shone brightly, and one sword hit the seven-colored light ball.

Boom~~

A shocking force knocked him away, and the Magic Sword whistled and almost broke out.

Shi Qianhan looked horrified, and his body spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, looking in disbelief.

The power of Saint Ye Han is really terrifying, and she almost wants to be as good as the God Transformation Period.

In the Northern Qin Dynasty, during the Nascent Soul Stage, no one can compete with him.

The three great monks and three great masters who were in the confrontation saw this, their faces were different.
To be continued...