Heavenly Venerable

Boom boom!

A pair of big hands suddenly appear and smash in the direction of Yang Xiaoke. However, before Yang Xiaoke reacts, the big hands still stop in the air. A black figure appears in front of Yang Xiaoke. He lifts it up, holds it in his arms and runs away directly.

Yang Fan attacked toward that pair of giant hands. Under one blow, there was only a huge hole in the sky, which was completely absorbed by the sky!

"It's you. Why are you here?" Liu Wu is also a face of horror, did not expect that Yang fan can actually come, pedaling back three steps.

Yang Fan's attention is not on Liu Wu's body at all, but carefully looks at Yang Xiaoke in his arms. After carefully groping for him, he finds that there is no injury on him. He can't help taking a long breath. Fortunately, this little guy hasn't been fatally attacked.

But Yang Fan couldn't help laughing bitterly. The little guy could swallow the black fog. At the thought of swallowing the black fog, Yang Fan was relieved.

There is nothing in the world that he is not afraid of, but this little guy is not afraid of Yuanying.

Yang Fan's heart is also more curious, what is Yang Xiaoke?

It seems that it does not exist in the xuanhuang world. It seems that it is not a known beast in the world, and it may not be a ORC.

Yang Xiaoke meows a few times, then gradually closes his eyes in Yang Fan's arms and starts to get ready to sleep.

Yang Fan also can't help twitching, the heart is also extremely helpless, this Yang Xiaoke is really a thorough eater.

Yang Fan now feels that he has become a pet of Yang Xiaoke, and has become his favorite child!

Carefully groping for Yang Xiaoke's hairy body, did not see a little blood, can not help but gently smile: "no injury is good."

Then his face became more and more gloomy. Looking at Liu Wu, his eyes shot cold.

The facial expression is more and more ugly, since want to hurt Yang Xiaoke, Yang fan can easily let him go.

Liu Wugang just touched Yang Fan's icy eyes. He felt a shiver in his heart. Yang Fan's eyes gave him a great threat. Now his strength suddenly fell, and it was impossible to kill Yang Fan.

If you really want to choose Yang Fan as the enemy, he will definitely die in the hands of Yang Fan.

"Yang tiandang, don't you come here quickly!" Liu Wudang called out.

When Yang tiandang heard the voice, he gradually glanced at Liu Wu. He looked at Liu Wu, and there was a cry in his eyes.

And Yang tiandang has no time to devour other patriarchs.

Now he just wants to know why there is no black fog on Liu Wu? Why on earth?

"Liu Wu, what are you doing? Why is there no fog on you? Are you going to give up your identity as a demon family? "

Liu Wu feels that Yang tiandang's breath is becoming more and more powerful, and he can't help but feel relaxed. Lord Wuyun provides Yang tiandang's blood to promote his recovery speed. His strength has reached Yuanying's extreme state, and he is only one step away from returning to the virtual state.

"Yang tiandang, don't worry about so many things. Now what we need most is the hairy goblin in this guy's hand. This goblin can directly devour the fog hidden in our body with its strength!"

"How can it be? Is it true that it can swallow the fog hidden in the body? "

When Yang tiandang heard Liu Wu's words, he looked at the little beast in Yang Fan's arms. He couldn't imagine that the little beast could swallow the fog in their bodies. It was impossible.

You know, in this world, except for the Lord of demons, no one can get rid of the fog in their bodies. Now Liu Wu says that the goblin in Yang Fan's hand is insignificant. The goblin in his eyes can swallow the fog in their bodies. How can it be?

How can they not be completely shocked.

Yang Fan coldly glanced at Yang tiandang and said helplessly: "when are you two guys going to make a joke, you can come out and do it together. Ha ha, don't you dare to do it together? What did Balabala say there? "

Yang Fan's all these words just don't pay attention to these two people. Even if the strength of these two people has improved, he doesn't pay attention to them at all.

"Son of a bitch, do you know who you're talking to?"

Yang tiandang's eyes are scarlet, and a sense of killing gradually surges up. He directly kills Yang Xiaoke in Yang Fan's arms, while Liu Wu watches quietly. Now he only feels that his blood is stiff, and he doesn't dare to challenge Yang Xiaoke in front of him.

For him, Yang Xiaoke is almost comparable to the existence of the Lord of demons.

Yang tiandang is also very anxious. If Liu Wu's words are true, then the little monster in Yang Fan's hand is their primary goal, and the rest can be put aside for the time being.

In the blink of an eye, Yang tiandang burst out a vast and fierce spiritual power. The piercing spiritual power gradually turned into a black fog and gradually spread around. All the spaces around Yang Fan were completely engulfed by the fog.

"Hey, although the little beast in your arms can resist the black fog, you are just a little human warrior. Can you resist it? Don't you surrender soon

"It's just, it's just, it's not bad to surrender to our demons and let you die, only you give this little beast to me!"

Yang Fan a face disdain: "think beautiful!"

"I'll see how your monster can resist it then!"

In Yang tiandang's opinion, Yang Fan is just a human warrior, and he can't resist the vast spiritual power.

I'm afraid that except for the emperor of Chu, no one can resist the black fog in this space, and almost all of them can only be their nourishment.

Yang Fan gave a cold smile: "what do you want to say? I'd like to hear what else you can say. "

Yang Fan's voice gradually came into the ears of Liu Wu and Yang tiandang. Their faces turned gloomy and looked at Yang Fan with colder eyes.

"Why, why haven't you been attacked by the fog so far?"

Even the master of Huolian, who was beside Yang Fan, couldn't believe his eyes.

Yang tiandang trembled all over and felt a body of fear. Yang Xiaoke, who had swallowed the fog before, was enough to shock him, and now he had another Yang Fan who was not afraid of the fog.