Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 183
"Brother Fan, what are they doing?" Yu Yan looked at those cultivators curiously.

"Wild boy, stop for me."

"Bastard, give back my fairy sword to me." The sky cursed again and again, but the people in front seemed to be unable to hear them, and still rushed towards Ye Fan's direction self-concerned.

"Hum." When they approached, a huge wind blowing down a large ancient forest, Ye Fan was behind Yu Yan protecting Yu Yan, and Ye Fan and Ye Fan only felt pain in their bodies under the spiritual wind of the crowd.

"Surround him, don't let him run away." Everyone made a coordinated attack in the air, trying to trap the white light, but the speed of the white light was so fast that it flew far away in the blink of an eye.

"It seems to be fun, I'll go and have a look first." Yuyan didn't go where there was no excitement, called out the fairy sword, and quickly joined the chasing army.

Ye Fan wanted to tell her not to go, after all, he didn't know what was going on, the immortal cultivators in the sky, at least all of them had mid-level cultivation in the immortal altar.But the words did not come out, and that Yuyan had already rushed to the sky with excitement.

"Hey." Ye Fan let out a long sigh. He couldn't fly, so he could only sigh that he couldn't catch up with them with his own strength.

Ye Fan sat on the ground and looked at the giant peak. Although the white light took away some cultivators, there were still many people flying around the giant peak.

The moonlight is getting thicker and darker, and the vast moonlight gradually disappears into the dark clouds. The mountain wind in the evening is stronger than usual, whistling past, making the flames swaying.

"Push." ​​But when Ye Fan was quietly waiting for Yuyan to come back, suddenly, a white figure rushed towards him in the ancient forest.

"Who?" Ye Fan stood up from the ground nervously, staring at the person who came.The white light stopped when it came near Ye Fan.

The white figure fell into a boulder, and the hazy moonlight shone through the clouds on his body, which was full of aura, making him look white.

Ye Fan held the fairy sword in his hand, and after a while, the man restrained his breath, ignored Ye Fan's intentions, and walked over by himself, the man lit up the firewood in front of him after fiddling for a while, and the fiery red light lit up the man's body. The outline appeared. Under the firelight, Ye Fan could see clearly that the person coming was unkempt, his clothes were in tatters, his eyes were cloudy, he looked a little demented, but looking at his face, he was just a man in his 20s.

Ye Fan sensed this person's cultivation with his spiritual sense, and found that there seemed to be an invisible force blocking it.

"Sniff." The man sat in front of the fire, drooling at the roasted rabbit on the fire, and finally couldn't help it, took the roasted rabbit off and gnawed on it.

"Well".Ye Fan looked at the young man, he looked like a savage, he didn't care about tearing up the bloody roast rabbit, and the sound of hissing was like a wild beast.

The savage devoured the burnt rabbit before turning his gaze to Ye Fan, but Ye Fan could see from his eyes that the savage had a very murderous aura.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan scolded his mother, he was resting, but you rushed over, and you looked like you wanted to mess with yourself.

"Hiss." But the savage glanced at Ye Fan, and then moved his eyes to the giant peak. Following his gaze, Ye Fan looked up at the giant peak. At this time, the night moon was high, and the vast giant peak was glowing The aura of silk Yunyin.

Seeing no response from the savage, Ye Fan asked, "Fellow Daoist, who are you?"

"Hush." ​​The savage still didn't reply to Ye Fan, but made a motion of silence. Ye Fan didn't understand what he meant, and looked at him in astonishment.

But after waiting for a long time, the dirty boy still didn't speak, Ye Fan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Fellow Daoist, who is this?"

Finally, the dirty boy looked at Ye Fan again, and said with difficulty: "Don't, don't, don't get close, don't."

Ye Fan was taken aback by his insane words, but his ability to speak proved that he could still communicate: "Why can't you get close there?"

After hearing Ye Fan's words, the man looked a little anxious, and said with a painful expression: "Dangerous, very, very, very dangerous, don't come close?"

"Then you said, why?" Ye Fan was also anxious about the speed of his speech, but after Ye Fan asked, the savage seemed to remember something, and his expression changed drastically.

"Hey." But the man smiled inexplicably, the laughter was very strange, and at this moment, black mist overflowed from his body.

"A demon cultivator?" Ye Fan was taken aback, the violent aura of this demonic energy made one's heart chill.

"Don't, don't." The young man's face was very painful after the demonic energy appeared, and he fell to the ground and rolled around after screaming.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ye Fan frowned watching him howling with headache. This man is crazy, and his spirit has definitely been damaged.

The dirty boy had bulging veins on his forehead, and his demented eyes were bloodshot.

"Don't, don't." But the man forcibly suppressed it as if he was resisting the magic energy, and a burst of magic lines appeared beside him.

"Mozun Daojing?" Ye Fan was startled when he felt the magic pattern overflowing from his body, which had somewhat the same breath as the Mozun Daojing in his body.

"Spirit devouring." Ye Fan looked at him like this, the first luck of the Immortal Book of Longevity, Lun Hai was instantly demonized, blood eyes and black pupils reappeared, and Ye Fan's black Dao lines stretched beside him, like an evil ghost coming to the world.

But Ye Fan ignored it, and quickly put his hand on the man, and the man had Mozun Taoist scriptures on him, so he must be rescued and woke up.Immediately, the sea of ​​wheels turned, sucking the devilish energy from the young man into his body.The magic energy enters the body, and the pitch-black sea of ​​wheels springs into motion like a tonic.

"Buzz." The young man rolling on the ground in pain gradually calmed down when Ye Fan devoured the magic energy on his body, and the magic patterns on his body quickly converged into his body.

"Take it." After Ye Fan devoured the last trace of demonic energy from the young man, he dissipated the two great immortal scriptures. At this time, he looked at the young man on the ground and found that he had passed out.

"Why does this person have the Dao pattern of the Demon Venerable? Could it be that he has come into contact with the Demon Sutra?" Ye Fan looked at the man who fell asleep on the ground and began to think.

"Ye Fan..." Just as Ye Fan wanted to check on that person's situation, Yu Yan, who had been away for a long time in the sky, interrupted Ye Fan's movements.

"What's the matter, have you chased that person?" Ye Fan couldn't recall what happened to Yu Yan just now.

"Let that person escape." Yu Yan was just jostling, and didn't really want to catch that person.

"Hey, why is this so personal?" Yu Yan asked curiously when she saw the dirty boy lying on the ground, and walked over without fear.

"Don't go there." But Ye Fan pulled her away. This person has the Dao pattern of the Demon Venerable on his body. Maybe he is a demon cultivator. Although he is asleep now, there is no guarantee of fraud.

"Oh." Yu Yan was obedient even being dragged by Ye Fan, squatting on the side to watch the situation of that person carefully: "Why does this person smell like the person I chased just now?"

(End of this chapter)