Chapter 1507 Seemingly stable as an old dog, in fact panic...
Although these hundreds of evil cultivators from different sects came from different sects, they all exuded monstrous demonic energy, which was so strong that it was impossible to dissolve it.
But now, Ye Fan and Tang Jue, who came to the formation, suddenly became the center of attention.
A skinny, ugly old man, wearing a black robe and holding a white bone scepter, let out a sinister laugh: "Jie Jie Jie... The little evil sword Tang Jue is back. How many disciples of Yunhai Xianmen have been killed?"
Hey, why did you bring a strange face in? Is this your master's new apprentice?"
Faced with this problem, Tang Jue knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Reverent Xuanming, this boy is a disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Sect. He has kidnapped me and wants to come and steal my spiritual veins!"
After hearing these words, the place was completely silent and dead silent.
After a long time, many demons came back to their senses and burst out laughing:
"Ah ha ha ha... I'm laughing so hard! Tang Jue, I didn't expect you to have such a sense of humor!"
"But this fabrication is too outrageous! After all, you, Tang Jue, have reached the fourth level of divine transformation, and you were kidnapped by a boy in the Nascent Soul Stage. Are you treating us all as fools?"
"It's really funny. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, alone, dares to make enemies of so many of us?"
"This time, under the order of the leader, we dispatched one-third of the troops from Black Sea Forest Prison. If we join forces, even the True Immortal will fall!"
Hundreds of demons laughed, not taking Tang Jue's words seriously at all, thinking he was joking.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Tang Jue became anxious and said quickly: "Venerable Xuanming, I really didn't lie to you! Don't be deceived by this kid. He looks like he is only at the Nascent Soul realm, but he is actually very powerful.
He defeated me with just one move, and even clamored to take action on my master!"
While speaking, Tang Jue stretched out his right hand again, showing the injury at the tiger's mouth in front of everyone's eyes.
Seeing this scene, Venerable Xuanming's expression changed and he asked sternly: "Is this true? Tang Jue, are you really not joking?"
"Of course it's true. How could I take my life for granted?"
Tang Jue turned to look at Ye Fan again. He changed his lowered eyebrows and turned his face into a ferocious expression. He gritted his teeth and said: "You brat, I didn't expect... you thought that my master is the only one here, but in fact there are countless people from the Black Sea Forest Prison."
Master! Now you've thrown yourself into a trap, like a turtle in a urn, why don't you hurry up and catch me?!"
As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan was immediately pushed to the forefront.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Venerable Xuan Ming smiled sinisterly and asked: "Boy, are you really a member of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, and you want to come here to snatch this spiritual vein?"
"That's right!"
Ye Fan's voice was calm, neither deliberately high-pitched nor trembling at all.
He knew that the more critical the situation, the more he had to stay calm.
When you are in a devil's cave, if you show your cowardice, the consequences will be disastrous.
Seeing Ye Fan voluntarily admitting his identity, the hundreds of demons present all showed fierce expressions and stared at him, cruel and excited, as if hundreds of evil wolves had seen a little sheep and wanted to swarm up and eat him alive.
A solemn look flashed across Venerable Xuanming's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Tell me - how many people have come from your Yunhai Immortal Sect, and who is ambushing you outside?"
"There is no ambush, it's just me!" Ye Fan said calmly.
"What?"
Venerable Xuanming was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became sulky, as if he had been greatly humiliated. He said viciously: "You brat, who do you think you are? If True Immortal Qingming, the master of Yunhai Celestial Sect, comes here, I will
I will retreat without saying a word and give up this spiritual vein, but... who do you think you are?!"
Venerable Xuanming's voice was full of unabashed disdain.
Even if a mere Nascent Soul monk is extremely talented and can defeat the little evil sword Tang Jue, he is still as weak as an ant in the eyes of so many powerful demons in the field.
Just sending one person at random can easily crush Ye Fan.
"I've seen people looking for death, but I've never seen people looking for death like this! If you want to fight with our Black Sea Forest Prison on your own, you're going to get tired of living!" A demon sneered.
"Hmph! I can chop him in half with just one sword blow. Let's see if he can still smile by then!" An evil cultivator holding a sword looked directly at Ye Fan with sinister eyes. His right hand was already on the scabbard at his waist.
It seemed like he was about to take action at any moment.
"Leave him to me! The ten unique Gu worms I raised have not sucked the blood of a living person for many days!" Another evil cultivator said, and densely packed Gu worms crawled out of his sleeves.
The constant entanglement and squirming made people's hair stand on end.
In an instant, hundreds of demons erupted with terrifying auras, locking onto Ye Fan. These auras were vast and majestic, filling the world and overlapping to form a terrifying giant wave, enough to crush 99% of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the world.
However, Ye Fan not only stood there, motionless, but also raised his chin high and scanned the audience with a condescending gaze, revealing the spirit of looking down on the world and arrogantly saying:
"How ridiculous! A bunch of people dare to shout in front of me? When I was roaming the world, your grandfather's grandfather was still wearing crotchless pants!"
Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and powerful, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, and his words were full of domineering self-dominance in heaven and earth, and he did not even take hundreds of demons into his eyes.
mad!
There is no limit to the madness!
Hearing these arrogant words, the demons all had red eyes, became extremely angry, and cursed loudly:
"Where did this wild boy come from? He doesn't know the heights of the world, but he still talks about me. Does he really think he is some kind of ancient power?"
"In my opinion, he probably suffers from delusional disorder? He is deliberately looking for a sense of existence!"
"Tch! Who can't brag? I can still say that I am an Immortal Lord and an Immortal Emperor!"
"He dares to shout in front of us, so he has some courage, but it's a pity that he has provoked someone he can't afford to offend!"
"Forget it, stop nagging him, just kill him with one knife!"
For a time, those demons were gearing up and eager to take action against Ye Fan.
The situation in the field suddenly became tense and extremely tense, as if a war would break out in the next moment.
Ye Fan remained expressionless, scanning the entire audience, searching for the whereabouts of Xie Daoyan Jingfeng.
However, among the hundreds of demons on the field, there was no trace of Yan Jingfeng at all, and no one knew where he had gone.
"call……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan took a deep breath, then his eyes flashed, and he burst out with a loud roar: "Xie Daoyan Jingfeng, get out of here! Otherwise, I will go on a killing spree and wash the whole place with blood!"
The roar shook the sky, and obvious ripples appeared in the air, as if it was being torn apart.
Ye Fan put all his strength into the roar and it was astonishingly powerful.
Many powerful men in the divine transformation stage in the field felt their eardrums vibrating and were startled.
In their opinion, this level of powerful inner energy is definitely not something that Yuanying monks can possess. There must be something weird about Ye Fan.
However, that's all.
No matter how powerful Ye Fan is, if hundreds of them attack together, each one of them can drown Ye Fan to death.
After yelling, Ye Fan still stood where he was, with his hands behind his back, looking very elegant.
However, he seemed as steady as an old dog, but in fact he was panicking.
The situation before him was something he had never expected.
In the seven-level hell of Huolingxing, Yan Jingfeng mistakenly thought that Ye Fan was a peerless strongman from the Beichen sect who had been reborn, so he was so frightened that he ran away.
At this moment, if Yan Jingfeng was present, Ye Fan would still have the opportunity to knock on the mountain and frighten the tiger, using Yan Jingfeng's fear to frighten others.
But Yan Jingfeng was not present, so the other demons would naturally not be afraid of Ye Fan. They swarmed up and beat the old master to death with random punches.
If Ye Fan just collapsed like this, it would be such an unjust death!
Therefore, Ye Fan's hope of survival now rests on Xie Daoyan Jingfeng.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...
It took more than half a minute, but I didn't get any response.
"Jie Jie Jie..." Venerable Xuan Ming laughed sinisterly: "Boy, I have some friendship with Xie Dao. Since you hurt Xie Dao's disciple, let me take your life!"
After saying this, Venerable Xuan Ming waved the bone scepter in his hand, potentially unleashing a killing move at any time.
At the critical moment, an evil voice came from several miles away:
"He Fang Xiaoxiao, how dare you provoke me? Are you tired of living?!"
