Chapter 110 Colorful Fog Confused People's Past Events
Different from the messy fighting in the front hall, the back yard is simpler.
Lin Xiaofeng stood beside Su Fan slightly tiredly, while Wuming looked at the old man in red indifferently and remained silent.
Neither side took action, fearing that whoever made the first move would have their weaknesses discovered by the enemy.
Su Fan glanced at Hong Ling, who was holding his palm tightly, and sighed again.
The old man in red was still furious and wanted to kill everyone present.
Wuming finally spoke, and said in a cold voice: "I'm here for revenge."
The old man in red sneered and said: "Last time, you were rescued by my junior brother. There is no chance this time. If he dares to show up, he will die."
Wuming said casually: "Mr. Ziyi may not show up, but you will definitely be the one who dies."
The old man in red glanced at Su Fan and said, "He will definitely appear."
Lin Xiaofeng sarcastically said: "Do you think you can resist two monks in the late Nascent Soul stage?"
The old man in red laughed and said, "So what if there are two?"
The old man in red paused, as if he remembered something again, and then said: "Even if there is a Hua Xinjing behind me."
Su Fan's eyes slightly frowned, and his heart was filled with confusion. The old man in red actually knew about Zui Xian.
Lin Xiaofeng said coldly: "Sir, he doesn't have to come, he can still take your life."
"He can't come." The old man in red rushed. "How can you compare to my junior brother's intelligence?"
Wuming, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again, "Mr. Ziyi naturally has his reasons for doing this. You should die first."
As he said this, Wuming's figure flashed around, and gray air danced around the old man in red.
The old man in red was slightly surprised and said: "It turned out to be death energy, but it's not easy. I think I have collected it for hundreds of years."
However, he quickly overturned his conclusion and said hurriedly: "It turned out to be the thought of death."
Ideas are something that most Nascent Soul cultivators have, and are generated by divine thoughts.
Divine thoughts come from heaven and earth, and thoughts come from oneself. Divine thoughts can only detect, but thoughts can engage in combat.
For example, Lin Xiaofeng's phantom of the wine pot was made of his mind, and so was the heavy rain of the old man in red, except that the old man in red was more solid and more clever than Lin Xiaofeng.
And thoughts are also divided into high and low, strong and weak. After all, rain and wine bottles are real objects, so they are more common. The same are swords and weapons, such as the gray-robed leader.
Death energy, on the other hand, is ethereal. It cannot be seen or touched. It can be felt but cannot be stopped. This type of thought is quite rare. Once it is cultivated, the cultivation level is limitless and it will pave the way for the subsequent transformation of the mind.
Because this kind of cultivation and thought language requires great opportunities and incredible insights, this kind of thought is extremely rare.
Therefore, the old man in red was extremely surprised that Wuming could have such an idea, but he was only surprised, not afraid.
In contrast, Lin Xiaofeng was extremely shocked. Even Lin Xiaofeng, who was so arrogant, had expressions of shock and admiration, which showed the shocking power of this incident.
Su Fan, on the other hand, was more thinking. The fighting skills of this Nascent Soul monk were undoubtedly giving him insights and letting him understand the key to cultivating to the Nascent Soul.
Su Fan firmly believed that as long as he survived this battle, Nascent Soul would have hope, and the hope was so great that it was almost certain.
The old man in red smiled playfully and said, "It's a pity that such talents are about to wither. It's a pity."
This is something that can only be said with great confidence. Among the two late Nascent Souls, one of them still has an empty mind.
The old man in red looked at Wuming with a sneer, then turned his attention to Su Fan, and said with a smile: "No one can help you."
As he spoke, the old man in red strangled his hands, and purple mist rolled in the sky.
Su Fan was shocked. He could actually control the purple mist. This was supposed to be the ability of a disciple with purple bloodline.
The only people with this ability were the old man in purple and Su Fan, so he was surprised.
However, what surprised Su Fan even more was that after the purple mist, red mist followed.
Then orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue.
The seven-colored mist fills the sky, as if it is surrounded by a rainbow, which is extremely beautiful.
Beauty is often accompanied by danger. If danger comes, it will not stop until it destroys the world.
Su Fan trembled slightly, feeling that something was missing from his body, and looked at the colorful colors in the sky in confusion.
The old man in orange who was resisting the leader in gray put down his powerful enemy and stared blankly into the sky.
The old man in purple who was flying towards Tianyuan Gate let out a sigh and whispered: "Is it possible? Is this the variable that the old man said?"
The old man in green and the old man in blue who were flying together towards the border of Tianyuan County suddenly stopped.
The old man in green said in a deep voice: "Could it be the ancestor?"
The old man in blue pondered for a moment and said: "How could our ancestors be so violent, let alone our ancestors who have been dead for thousands of years?"
Somewhere in Tianyuan County, in an unknown village, a man in Tsing Yi was wielding a big hammer and forging a tool.
The hammer stopped in mid-air, and the man in green frowned slightly and said disdainfully: "Shameless people, even if they have the power of their ancestors, they are still vulnerable to a single blow."
Wuming quickly retreated until he was beside Lin Xiaofeng and whispered: "This is the aura of Tian Yuanzi. You and I can quickly join forces to kill him."
Lin Xiaofeng nodded, and quickly pinched it in his hand. The dark red wine bottle appeared, and a drop of turbid wine fell.
The light curtain quickly covered the colorful mist, Wuming also danced his sleeves, and the gray air quickly soaked into the colorful mist.
The colorful energy did not waver at all, and the gray energy curtain seemed to hit the sea, being contained by the vast ocean without causing any waves.
However, Qicai Qi is not as broad-minded as Dahai. Instead, he must avenge himself.
Seven auras suddenly swept towards the Wuming two, and they were immediately knocked away.
Lin Xiaofeng had been injured many times, so this time he fell to the ground and was in a daze.
Wuming didn't feel good either. He lowered his head with gloomy eyes, thinking about how to attack instead of escaping.
Su Fan looked at the colorful energy in the sky, and the memory in his mind turned over, and the memory of entering the Colorful Palace emerged again.
The old man in red clothes waved his sleeves, as if he were a venerable man who could control everyone's life and death.
The colorful energy quickly swept through Wuming and Lin Xiaofeng, and their bodies instantly collapsed and turned into two crystal clear Nascent Souls.
Su Fan quickly picked up the red spirit on the ground and ran away like crazy. At this moment, there was no time to see how Lin Xiaofeng and Wuming were doing.
If you can protect one, you are considered one, but you may not even be able to control your own fate at the next moment.
Su Fan didn't know why, but he was running away at this moment, but he was still thinking about the scene in the Colorful Palace.
That figure, that magic weapon, that spell.
Su Fan unconsciously chanted Qi Jue softly, and the colorful energy suddenly stopped.
Although it was just this meal, it was enough to change the face of the old man in red, and it was enough to make Su Fan famous in Tianyuan County.
This is the power of Tian Yuanzi. It takes so much power to make him stop.
After looking carefully, I realized that the colorful color was not just a meal, it was changing and began to rotate slowly, as Su Fan pinched it.