Chapter 169~Chapter 170 The Supreme Lord Huo Fen

Outside the Fire Territory, there were hundreds of knights guarding Ji Ziyue. Ye Fan expected that Hua Yunfei would not act rashly and leave flaws if he was so scheming.

Ji Ziyue stood quietly in front of the solitary grave, as if the Tianque Fairy accidentally fell into the mortal world, like thin clouds covering the bright moon, like the gentle breeze blowing over jade flowers, all in one body.

The breeze blew by, and red flames were rising in the first layer of fire.

At this moment, the small golden lake between Ye Fan's eyebrows was as deep as an abyss, and his spiritual consciousness came out and condensed into a thin thread, saying: "The man in sackcloth who chased you in the past obeyed Hua Yunfei's orders."

After transmitting the message with his spiritual consciousness, Ye Fan rushed towards the depths of the fire domain. He believed that if Ji Ziyue was wary, it would be difficult for the other party to take advantage of her.

He went straight to the seventh level of fire domain, sacrificed his cauldron, and collected the colorful cloud flames. The terrifying fire energy flowed into the cauldron like a stream or a river.

As he was about to leave, he wanted to prepare some means to save his life. He would not temper the cauldron, but just accept it in it. Even if it was contained in the sea of ​​​​wheels, it would not bring harm to him.

In the end, the five-color cloud flames completely filled the cauldron, and there was no more space to use. The mother energy of all things sealed the cauldron, and Ye Fan took it into his body.

When he was far away from the fire domain, Ye Fan took a deep look and then rushed to the north.

A few days later, Ye Fan learned a piece of news that surprised him.

Nowadays, there are constant turmoil in the Northern Territory, all caused by "Yuan", and many monks in the Southern Territory want to try their luck.

The Yaoguang Holy Land and the Ji family had sent out strong men in batches to the Northern Territory half a year ago. They stood tall in the world and were unfathomable. The gate to the territory was opened and they could directly cross to the Northern Territory.

But it is more troublesome for casual cultivators. If you want to go to the Northern Territory, you have to fly for at least several years. For this reason, most people can only find other ways, such as paying a high price and taking a road to the Northern Territory.

Half a month later, Ye Fan came to Xiaoyaomen. Legend has it that this place was formed by the convergence of two dragon veins. There are many peaks, like dragon bones, rolling up and down, many strange trees and grasses, majestic yet beautiful.

In this area, it is a super powerful force second only to the Holy Land, and is on par with the Taixuan Sect. Now it is entering its heyday, and there are many masters in the sect.

Ye Fan came here to "smuggle across". According to what he learned, as long as he paid a high price, he could cross the void with the help of their domain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, there were thousands of people waiting.

"Brother, you are so young and want to try your luck in the Northern Territory?" asked a tall man with a beard.

"Yes, I want to give it a try." Ye Fan replied.

"The journey is long and the northern region is dangerous. It's best not to take risks at such a young age." A skinny old man advised me.

There are more than a thousand people, both male and female, and their cultivation levels are hard to tell as they vary widely.

The mountain gate opened wide, and several monks walked out. The leader was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and erratic steps.

"I tell you guys, you are really lucky. This may be the last time. Because after the master came out of seclusion, he was very unhappy when he learned all this."

The crowd immediately started talking, and many people were very happy.

Everyone stepped forward one after another, and without the yellow-faced man saying anything, they presented their treasures one after another. It was impossible to cross the void without spending a huge price.

"Can you handle the weapon of the Mingquan monk?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man glanced contemptuously and rejected the first monk directly.

"Senior, please be accommodating." The monk repeatedly begged and said, "This is the weapon I have been refining for more than ten years. It is already the most precious artifact in my body."

"Even if you have been sacrificed and refined for a hundred years, it will be useless. Not to mention you, even if it is a weapon tempered by monks in the other side, if it is an ordinary thing, we will not accept it." The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed a look of disdain.

The monk was very unwilling, but he did not dare to say anything more and retreated in dismay.

The second monk presented a bronze mirror, which was full of ancient charm, but had some flaws, including three cracks on it.

“We don’t accept such defective products!”

"This is a weapon forged by the monks at the top of the Dao Palace. It is extremely powerful." The monk explained carefully.

"No matter how good a weapon is, if it has fatal cracks, it is already a waste. What is its use? Even if it is kept warm for hundreds of years, it cannot be restored." The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed an impatient look and waved his hand to let him leave.

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"One red moon fruit!" The third monk stepped forward and presented a jade box. After opening it, a red fruit was revealed, shaped like a crescent moon, with crystal clear color and fragrant aroma.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed a trace of greed in his eyes, closed the jade box with a "snap" and said: "The rare spiritual fruit can pass."

"A piece of Zi Yao Copper Essence!"

When several people in a row failed to pass, the ninth person presented a piece of copper with a little sparkle.

"It's really the Ziyao Bronze Essence. Famous people who have cultivated to the third secret realm need such refining materials the most. You can pass it." The yellow-faced middle-aged man's eyes were burning, and he reluctantly handed the copper essence to the person next to him, so that the person could pass it.

A monk passed.

If you want to borrow a passage here, you must pay a huge price, and most of the treasures and elixirs provided by people are not accepted.

"We can't go directly to the Northern Territory, but we have to pay such a sky-high price!" People who couldn't pass were very dissatisfied and started talking among themselves.

Except for the Holy Land, no sect can directly cross to the Northern Territory. Even so, there are still many casual cultivators who come here to take advantage of the passage.

When it was Ye Fan's turn, he took out a piece of sacred iron that looked like white jade in mutton fat, but it was as big as a dragon's eye. The yellow-faced middle-aged man jumped up in shock, his eyes full of greed, and he said in a trembling voice: "This...

Could it be...the legendary divine iron?"

The small piece of iron was as white as jade, attracting the attention of many people. The yellow-faced middle-aged man held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. Finally, he sighed and said: "It's a pity that it has been refined and its spirit has been dispersed. What a waste of nature!"

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"Senior, is this piece of iron worth enough?" Ye Fan asked.

This is the sacred iron that was smelted by Taoist Crow. Although he did not enter the eighth level of fire, he used his cauldron and spent a lot of effort to get out the snow-white iron blocks.

After careful observation, he felt that it was indeed worn out, and the essence contained in it had almost dried up, and it was no longer a peerless rarity.

"Do you still have such magic iron?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man asked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shook his head and said: "How could I have such a magical iron? I got it by accident in an ancient cave."

The middle-aged Huang Lian felt deeply regretful, with a sallow face uncertain, and said: "Although it is useless, it is still a treasure. If you join it, the quality can be improved, so you will pass."

Half an hour later, it was completely over. Only about 400 of the more than a thousand casual cultivators remained, all of whom had to pay a sky-high price.

"You will come here in three days. Don't wait until you are late." The middle-aged man Huang Lian asked them to leave their mark. After saying this, he stood up and walked towards the mountain gate.

Crossing the void is not an easy task. The Dao pattern must be carved carefully without any flaws, otherwise accidents are likely to occur. With so many casual cultivators coming here to borrow the Dao, Xiaoyao Sect does not dare to take it lightly, and must do it every time

It took several days to prepare.

"Brother Huang, you're fine." Several figures descended from the sky.

The middle-aged man named Huanglian, whose surname was Huang, matched his complexion very well. Hearing this, he turned around, smiled, and said, "It turns out he is a handsome man from the Ji family. Are you here to check again?"

"We are not heroes, we are just errand boys." One of the young men stepped forward and said, "We have to act like this when we are ordered to do so."

The yellow-faced middle-aged man was smiling and very polite, saying: "Everyone who is going to cross the void this time is here. There is absolutely no big monster. If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

In the past few months, the Ji family has been sweeping through the Southern Territory with rage, unable to pursue the Peacock King and Crow Taoist, and has killed dozens of great monsters.

"Brother Huang, don't get me wrong, we are just wandering around casually." Even the Ji family does not want to offend a powerful force like Xiaoyao Sect.

Several young people from the Ji family scanned the hundreds of people one by one and found no evil spirits, so they bowed their hands and left.

Ye Fan was already ready to fight, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Afterwards, everyone dispersed, and Ye Fan walked not quickly to avoid meeting several people from the Ji family.

"Little friend, stay here." Just after ten miles away, a message came from behind, and a middle-aged man with a yellow face was chasing after him with a fake smile on his face.

"Senior, is there something wrong?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

"My little friend, do you really not have that kind of iron piece like mutton-fat jade?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man stared at him.

"I just picked up a piece in an ancient cave."

"That's right. With your cultivation level, you can't get such a rare thing." The yellow-faced middle-aged man nodded and said, "Take me to that ancient cave to have a look."

Ye Fan suddenly frowned and said: "That ancient cave is too far away. It can't be reached even by flying for several days. It's hard for me, the younger generation, to obey."

The yellow-faced middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, and he said, "I'm just letting you lead the way. Don't you want to go to the Northern Territory?"

This is a real villain, an unabashed threat.

"We will cross the void in three days. If I take senior there, I will definitely miss the opportunity." Ye Fan replied calmly.

"If you take me there, there will be another chance next time."

Ye Fan felt contempt in his heart, it was obviously just the last chance, this guy was really shameless.

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't speak, the yellow-faced middle-aged man looked gloomy and said: "That magic iron is very important to me, you must take me there today."

"I really have no skills." Ye Fan refused.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty!" The middle-aged Huanglian said solemnly: "Don't force me to do it."

Ye Fan has been concealing the fluctuations of his divine power, which are only manifested in the realm of life spring. He sensed that the other party should be at the peak of the other side, and nodded immediately and said: "Okay, I will lead the way." After that, he moved forward directly.

Fly away.

The middle-aged Huang Lian put away his murderous intent, nodded with satisfaction, showed a false smile, and said: "That's right, I won't treat you badly."

Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Fan flew forward for dozens of miles, and then stood up in the air.

"Why did you stop?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man looked unkind, and his murderous intention reappeared.

"Sending you on your way!" Ye Fan replied.

The remaining form of the big handprint in the void emerged, and the big black hand covered the void, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
To be continued...