Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Priest Qianhe sighed and sighed: "Hey, even the vague guidance is gone."

Although Daoist Shaoyang had a gloomy face, his expression was resolute and much calmer: "My generation of monks fights against the sky, but we want to be free and easy. Even if the real body dies and the way disappears, we must accept it calmly."

"What the senior said is."

These words were like enlightenment, Qianhe was shocked suddenly, and respectfully bowed to Taoist Shaoyang.

The two were going to go on the road again to see if they could get out of the cave.

"Daoist Qianhe, long time no see."

Familiar voices echoed from all directions, causing Daoist Qianhe to freeze on the spot.

His body trembled, and he wanted to turn around, but he didn't dare.

Trapped in the cave, there are often demons and evil spirits who turn into the person he thinks in his heart, trying to get close to him.

Fortunately, Shaoyang has rich experience and can see through it every time, otherwise he might have died long ago.

Hearing this voice, Daoist Shaoyang's expression suddenly changed drastically, the spiritual power in his dantian surged, and a violent aura suddenly swept out of his body.

At the same time, Daoist Shaoyang was insignificant, winked at Daoist Qianhe, and told him to step aside.

Daoist Qianhe's cultivation is superficial, if he really fights with evil spirits, even Yu Bo may kill him.

Chapter 1460 Daoist Shaoyang, Unfathomable!

It's just that Qianhe didn't seem to see Shaoyang's eyes and stood there in a daze, without reacting.

This could not help but make Taoist Shaoyang anxious.

Slowly a young figure descended from the sky, and Shaoyang was ready to strike.

Qianhe's face was filled with unbelievable excitement, and she almost didn't cry out.

Even though Qianhe's cultivation base is superficial, she was deceived several times by evil spirits.

However, this time, there was a strong intuition in his heart that the person in front of him was definitely Ye Fan.

This demon god mountain, every time there is a demon tide, there will be a narrow escape.

At this moment, the human skin no longer guides, basically falling into despair.

Therefore, Qianhe didn't want to leave, but wanted to take a gamble.

As the figure slowly descended, the light and mist gradually dissipated, and the face of the visitor became clearer.

His handsome face is dotted with star-like eyes, high nose, and a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Holding a simple and vicissitudes of life sword in his hand, he was wearing a hunting white robe.

There was an indescribable aura exuding from his body, amidst the light and the dust, as if he had descended from an exile.

On the left and right of the visitor, following the two, wearing scale armor, exuding supreme coercion, rushing toward the face, like awe-inspiring and inviolable gods.

Daoist Shaoyang was in a daze, staring at the person in a daze.

I have been trapped in the Demon God Mountain for decades, and I have seen hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, and I am very familiar with the breath of evil spirits.

On the other hand, the person who came in front of him didn't have the slightest aura of demons and evil spirits on his body, and there was an extremely powerful holy aura emerging from his body.

Even so, Daoist Shaoyang was still fully alert, stepped forward, and protected Qianhe behind him.

With a flash of light in his hand, a magic sword was tightly held in his hand, and he pointed at Ye Fan and warned: "Stop!"

Ye Fan, who was about to step forward, stopped when he heard the words, and his eyes shifted from Qianhe to Shaoyang, who had a broken arm.

"Daoist Shaoyang, do you remember the grass dweller?" Ye Fan looked at Shaoyang with a half-smile and asked.

"Huh?" Daoist Shaoyang was slightly stunned, and after realizing it, he frowned and said, "You are?"

He has an inseparable relationship with the grass-roots layman. Although they are brothers and sisters, they are actually friends of life and death.

He knows all the people that the layman in thatched cottage is acquainted with.

But in my memory, the person in front of me was never full.

Ye Fan laughed and said: "True martial artist, martial artist Ye Fan! He once met Mang Shan, a layman in Caolu, and he mentioned that he would come to Yaoshen Mountain to rescue you. If you get rid of it, I can take you out."

"True martial artist? Martial artist Ye Fan?"

Daoist Shaoyang murmured softly, as if smacking these two sentences.

For Taoist Shaoyang, it is natural to know Zhenwu's situation.

When he fell into the front of the Demon God Mountain, the Zhenwu Sect had long since declined.

He looked Ye Fan up and down with curious eyes, trying to detect his skills.

It can be found, but it is like facing the vast ocean, unfathomable.

Daoist Shaoyang was startled, when did the Zhenwu faction come out with such a tyrannical martial artist?

Especially the awe-inspiring righteousness on Ye Fan's body, the powerful blood was as dazzling as the scorching sun, almost burning his heavenly eyes.

Therefore, I have a little more trust in Ye Fan's words in my heart.

"Where are the people in thatched cottage?" Taoist Shaoyang withdrew his sky eyes, but he couldn't see the figure of the layman in thatched cottage. When he contacted Ye Fan, he couldn't help worrying, and asked eagerly.