Chapter 512: Daoist Huoyun, whipping people from the air
"Is this the ancestor of our Zhao family? So strong, so strong!" Zhao Xueer looked in admiration, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart.
"The ancestor is finally here. Everyone in Phoenix Mountain, your doom has come, hahaha." Zhao Lei looked up to the sky and laughed with high spirits.
But when Zhao Xueer saw her ancestor, her expression became condensed and she remained silent for a long time.
Qin Fan looked up and saw an old man in linen robes, carrying a long sword on his back and stepping on red clouds, appearing above his head.
The old man was very old, as if only his skin and bones were left. He was very skinny, and his white hair was disheveled.
But a pair of dirty yellow pupils exuded an unpredictable majesty.
When Qin Fan tried to use his spiritual consciousness to perceive the other party's cultivation, he was surprised to find that the other party was like a black hole, without any feedback, and he could not see through the other party at all.
Suddenly, a powerful pressure surged from the center of the old man's brows, instantly covering a kilometer radius, causing everyone here to kneel down. Even Zhao Feng'er, who was at the peak of the Object Control Realm, couldn't resist and knelt down.
Immediately afterwards, the three women from Phoenix Mountain also knelt down one after another, with splitting headaches.
"Has this person's spiritual soul cultivation reached the Yangshen realm?"
Qin Fan was the only one standing at the scene, but his eyes were cold and cold. At the same time, he also cast a five-color divine light, covering the three women around him, resisting part of the pressure.
The Yang Shen Realm is the third realm of the soul. It is above the Object Control Realm. If you want to step into the Golden Pill, you must first cultivate the Yang Shen. After the Yang Shen is condensed, the soul can leave the body.
The pressure of divine consciousness is much stronger than that of the Object Control Realm. Basically, a single thought can severely damage the soul of the Object Control Realm. The innate monk did not know what happened and was seriously injured.
However, although this old man's spiritual soul has reached the Yangshen realm, his soul has been severely damaged, and his spiritual consciousness is only estimated to be only 20-30% powerful.
"Boy, why do you want to suppress my people?"
Seeing that Qin Fan was able to withstand his own pressure, the old man in sackcloth was slightly startled, then he looked hard and asked coldly.
Qin Fan's voice was indifferent: "If I said that your people took advantage of me in Phoenix Mountain before I took action, would you let everyone in Phoenix Mountain go?"
The old man in sackcloth said in a deep voice: "You are quite a smart man."
"Of course I won't let you go."
Qin Fan said: "In this case, do we still need to talk?"
The old man in sackcloth half-squinted his eyes and said slowly: "I don't like nonsense in my life. I, Ruomu of the Zhao family, please hand over it as soon as possible."
"In addition, if you, Phoenix Mountain, are willing to keep the phoenix blood as compensation to make up for the losses of my Zhao family, the remaining three of you can leave alive."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiaoyang and Liu Mengyao were furious.
Xia Qinglan had extraordinary concentration and was not angry, but she had secretly grasped the golden sword.
Lin Xiaoyang angrily shouted: "Old man, are you Zhao Yunshan, the ancestor of the Zhao family, known as Taoist Huoyun?"
The old man in sackcloth frowned slightly: "You, a little girl with a dirty mouth, actually recognize me? What's your origin?"
"I heard that you passed through the great tribulation of wind and fire and died, but I didn't expect that you are still alive."
The dragon spear in Lin Xiaoyang's hand pointed at the old man in sackcloth angrily, and said: "I am Lin Xiaoyang, the master of the Martial Arts Temple. I come from Phoenix Mountain. If you are an enemy of Phoenix Mountain, you are an enemy of the Martial Arts Temple."
"If you, the Zhao family, can withstand the wrath of the Martial God Temple, then come here!"
"I, Lin Xiaoyang, will never be afraid of you!"
Taoist Huo Yun smiled contemptuously: "What I am least afraid of in my life is the threats from others!"
"So what about the Martial Arts Temple? I've never killed anyone from the Martial Arts Temple before? Don't worry, you're not the first."
Lin Xiaoyang's face froze, and he quickly lowered his head and asked Qin Fan: "What kind of cultivation level does this old man have? I heard that he has survived the great tribulation of wind and fire and is still alive. Does it mean that he has set foot in the golden elixir?"
Qin Fan shook his head: "Golden elixir? He is obviously a lost dog who failed to survive the tribulation. He was lucky enough to save a life. Don't overestimate it. He can't do anything to us."
When Taoist Huo Yun heard Qin Fan's words, his old face turned gloomy to the extreme: "Don't overestimate what a good person, what a lost dog!"
"I'm going to let you little brats know today that even if I fail to survive the great tribulation of wind and fire and haven't mastered the golden elixir, you still can't challenge me!"
Zhao Feng'er struggled to speak: "Ancestor, calm down! There is no need to fight for today's matter, there are other solutions."
"Turn your arms outward and look for a beating!"
Taoist Huo Yun scolded angrily, and a long red whip appeared in his palm. It was covered with thorns and sharp edges, and was whipped into the air in front of him. However, Zhao Feng'er was whipped in the air a hundred meters away.
There was a bloody wound on the back.
Bang bang bang!
Taoist Huo Yun waved his whip again and struck him nine times in a row.
Zhao Feng'er flew several hundred meters away, but failed to escape. She was hit nine times in a row, and her back and long legs were beaten until her clothes were zipped and stained with blood.
Especially the buttocks were also whipped. The pain made Zhao Feng'er kneel on the ground, her delicate body trembling.
Zhao Feng'er still did not give in: "Ancestor, our Zhao family cannot make enemies out of thin air, please show your noble hand..."
Before he finished speaking, Taoist Huo Yun whipped him again. Zhao Feng'er was hit on both legs and tripped hard to the ground. Her tall and long legs curled up into a ball, and tears of frustration flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the Zhao family shuddered.
The girls in Phoenix Mountain were also sweating profusely.
The whip in Taoist Huo Yun's hand is so powerful that it can actually hit people a hundred meters in the air, and it can hit people no matter how hard it is. This contains supreme magical power.
Zhao Feng'er's strength was on the same level as them, and she even had the magic weapon Quhuo Sword, but she couldn't resist it and was beaten until she huddled up in a ball, which was so miserable.
If Taoist Huo Yun used this whip to deal with them, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Well done, Ancestor. Feng'er has been living in Lishan since she was a child. She doesn't even know who she is anymore. She needs to be taught a lesson. Only a whip can calm her down." Zhao Qingyuan strongly agreed with Ancestor's approach and didn't feel bad at all.
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He recognized the truth that a stick produces a filial son.
Moreover, Zhao Qingyuan recognized that whip. It was the Zhao family's golden elixir magic weapon, the Flying Whip. It had its own magical power and could hit people from a distance. It could whip any opponent within two thousand meters. No one could avoid it.
A few years ago, my ancestor had a sparring match with the leader of the Wushen Sect before he entered the Golden Core, and he used his volley whip to crush the opponent.
It is more than enough to deal with the four people in Phoenix Mountain.
At this time, Taoist Huo Yun finally stopped whipping Zhao Feng'er, looked back at Qin Fan and the other people in Phoenix Mountain, and said coldly: "My whip can beat gods in the sky, kill demons in the world, and it also has eyes."
"If you don't want to be whipped, call Ruomu out quickly and keep the phoenix blood as well."
Even if Ruomu is returned, the growth cycle it brings to the family is too long. Three to five hundred years later, even the Ruomu lineage of the Zhao family will be able to return to its peak.
But Phoenix Blood is very easy. Twenty years is enough for one generation.
No aristocratic family can resist the temptation of phoenix blood, especially when phoenix blood is readily available, Taoist Huoyun is no exception.
The phoenix-blooded goddess of Yingzhou did not dare to enter the world because she was afraid of being attacked by a group of people and taking away her phoenix blood, so she huddled in a cave on the plateau for more than two hundred years.
Hearing Taoist Huo Yun's words, a rare look of pain appeared on Xia Qinglan's eyebrows.
She discovered that since she merged with the phoenix blood, she had brought more and more troubles to Phoenix Mountain. Many wars were caused by the phoenix blood, which brought a lot of trouble to Xiaofan.
This time, the person who coveted the blood of the phoenix was unprecedentedly powerful. A whip that hit people in the air put Phoenix Mountain in an unprecedented crisis.
In order to protect her, Xiaofan had no choice but to fight tooth and nail, which made her feel very useless and what the ancients called a disaster.
"No one who covets the blood of the phoenix can survive, and you, Taoist Huo Yun, are no exception."
Qin Fan whispered, holding the void in his hand, and the Great Xia Dragon Bird appeared in his hand.
"Resist? Do you want to resist?"
"Who gave you the courage to resist? You don't know how high the sky is or how high it is."
Taoist Huo Yun was furious, his consciousness locked on Qin Fan, and then he whipped his whip.
There was a snap.
Qin Fan was immediately hit with a bloody wound on his chest, and blood spattered. Fortunately, he had extraordinary blood and a dual constitution. The whip only broke the skin and did not damage the ribs.
"You guys retreat a thousand meters away first."
Qin Fan didn't hesitate at all, he sacrificed Feitianzai in the sky, turned into a blood dragon and swept the three girls into the sky.
"Where to run?"
Taoist Huo Yun reprimanded angrily, and whipped the whip nine times in a row, each time hitting Qin Fan. Every part of his body was beaten to a bloody mess. His blood and essence were just as expected, and the force of the whip exceeded the blood and essence.
Yuan's defense is extremely incredible.
The three girls from Fenghuang Mountain and Zhao Feng'er were all frightened when they saw Qin Fan being beaten to a bloody head and bruised skin.
Liu Mengyao, in particular, was so distressed that she shed tears.
Xia Qinglan was almost heartbroken. This was the first time she saw Qin Fan being beaten so badly without the ability to fight back. This was probably because he was crushed by a magic weapon.
However, after taking nine lashes, Qin Fan had already escaped three thousand meters away with the three girls.
At this time, Patriarch Huo Yun was still waving his whip, but after realizing that he couldn't hit Qin Fan, his face froze: "This kid is so fast. He took nine whips in a row, and his body didn't explode!"
You know, he used all his strength with these nine whips, which were three times more ferocious than the nine whips he used to hit Zhao Feng'er!
Immediately, Taoist Huoyun stepped on the fire cloud and flew over immediately. Although his speed was not as fast as Qin Fan's, the distance between the two sides was quickly approaching, and they were about to enter the two thousand meter attack range of the volley whip again.
"It seems we can't fight anymore. Let's leave quickly and leave the green hills behind. We're not afraid of running out of firewood!" Lin Xiaoyang grabbed Qin Fan's hand tightly, hurting Qin Fan, but it hurt her, and her heart was cut like a knife.
Liu Mengyao and Xia Qinglan nodded. With Qin Fan's speed, they could escape.
Qin Fan looked at Taoist Huo Yun who was approaching quickly, and immediately warned, "Remember, no matter what time, don't get close to that old man within a radius of two thousand meters."
Lin Xiaoyang was shocked, and immediately grabbed Qin Fan's ear: "What are you going to do? Do you still want to hit me? It's not painful enough for you to be beaten?"
"I, Qin Fan, don't have the habit of taking revenge overnight."
Qin Fan slapped the woman's hand away, and regardless of the bloody flesh on his body and the blood on his face, he turned into a blood dragon and flew into the air, facing Taoist Hongyun directly.