"Yes, senior!" Jiang Fan saw that Lan Yiyang's condition was getting worse and worse, and he became uneasy. If Lan Yiyang really died, then he might also...
Lan Yiyang patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder: "You and your friend Yi Yun are the strongest I have ever seen in the Yuanxu stage. You have a bright future! I think your friend Yi Yun should be fine. Otherwise,
The pursuers are not just monks from the Zoroastrian sect!"
Hearing Lan Yiyang's analysis, Jiang Fan felt that it made sense. If this was the case, Jiang Fan would feel relieved!
"Boy, don't risk your future just because of me, a dying man. Listen to my advice, take this spirit beast bag and the orb, and leave quickly!"
"This..." Jiang Fan was completely choked by Lan Yiyang's words!~
"But you, senior?"
"I have no hope. Even if I escape, there is nothing I can do to save myself. The oil is gone and the lamp is dry! You deserve this orb... Also, you should also take this storage bag. This is mine.
Give away most of your wealth!"
"I...I can't accept it!" Jiang Fan shook his head hastily, but Lan Yiyang forced it on Jiang Fan: "This is what you deserve! You and your friend Yi Yun should divide the treasure here.
!As for the Ice Lord in the spirit beast bag! If it is willing to be with you, one of you will make an equal spirit beast contract with it. If it is not willing, just let it leave...that is beyond my control.
Something happened..."
Lan Yiyang looked like he was explaining his funeral affairs. The corner of Jiang Fan's mouth twitched. He really didn't know how to face this cruel fact!
"Whether you can escape or not depends on your ability. I can't help you anymore. Finally, let me give you a ride! Also, if your cultivation is strong enough in the future, promise me one thing...
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Lan Yiyang didn't need to say anything, Jiang Fan took the initiative and said seriously: "Don't worry, senior, you want me to help you clean up the house, right?"
Lan Yiyang nodded: "Please!" After saying that, Lan Yiyang suddenly had a flashback and pushed Jiang Fan away!
"Let's go!"
Everything was given to Jiang Fan, including a high-grade flying sword. The speed of this flying sword is no joke. It's a pity that Jiang Fan is not strong enough now and cannot exert his maximum speed!
Lan Yiyang was alone and rushed towards Yan Xiao, yelling: "Old Yan Xiao! You want me to die! Don't even think about it easy!~"
As he said that, Lan Yang threw out seven or eight fourth-grade magic weapons and magic weapons. Yan Xiao was stunned: "Damn, are you crazy?"
Boom, boom, boom, boom... Several mushroom clouds exploded in the sky. Many monks in the spiritual void stage were too slow to escape, and their souls were directly destroyed by the explosion!
Several Yuanxu stage monks in Yan Xiao were also blown to pieces, but no one was injured!
However, Lan Yiyang was self-destructed by the magic weapon, and the force of the counterattack left him unable to resist anymore!
The body fell downwards, Yan Xiao rushed over, he wanted to capture Lan Yiyang alive...
But when he grabbed Lan Yiyang's clothes, Lan Yiyang showed a strange sinister smile: "I was fooled!"
"Oh... damn!~" Yan Xiao's pupils shrank violently... Lan Yiyang opened his mouth, tasted the offensive elixir, and the ice spirit exploded, detonating directly in Lan Yiyang's mouth...
Lan Yiyang's entire body turned into broken ice crystals, flying in all directions at extremely fast speeds. Yan Xiao's body was punctured with hundreds of small holes, and blood oozed out from the densely packed small eyes in a short time.
Ahem... Yan Xiao coughed twice, and all his internal organs were smashed. Fortunately, he protected his soul from being injured, otherwise it would have been a big loss! But even so, the injuries on his physical body were not even a month old.