The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Ye Fan clenched his fists, and the golden blood rushed out from the sea of ​​bitterness, forming a golden armor around him, protecting Ye Fan in it.

"It seems that we may have to hiccup today, Taoist priest."

"Immeasurable is a goddamn god, the Taoist will never die, isn't he just a horde of beasts."

Duan De spat directly on the ground and sacrificed several of his magic weapons, but no matter how Ye Fan looked at it, he felt like those tomb robbing suits in the supernatural novels he had read on Earth before, which were both a compass and a shovel.

Those ferocious beasts with red eyes rushed towards these uninvited guests who entered the barren ancient forbidden land without hesitation. Suddenly, screams were heard everywhere, and blood was constantly sprayed in the air.

Those with low cultivation bases who thought they could pick up cheap ones were as fragile as paper people in front of these crazy forbidden beasts, and they were torn to shreds in an instant.

Ye Fan's body was bathed in golden light, and with the operation of the "Dao Jing" and his instinct for fighting, he actually contained several beasts by himself.

And for a while, he didn't fall behind, which made some other cultivators a little surprised. They didn't understand how the Maotou boy in the Taoist realm present was so powerful.

Above the sky, those chariots and birds that turned their heads and fled were also chased and killed by Jinpeng. Cultivators and mounts continued to fall from the sky, and some were directly cut into pieces by Jinpeng's wind knife, and some were directly killed by Jinpeng. Opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The flaming phoenix bird, which claims to have the blood of the phoenix, is not a real phoenix after all. It was directly grabbed by Jinpeng's two sharp claws and torn in half. blood rain 0

"Beast! I killed you!"

The cultivators riding on the back of the phoenix bird fled in all directions, and one of the oldest old people snorted and flew towards Jinpeng.

A pair of thin palms directly turned out a huge handprint, as if it could smash the entire mountain and river, and slapped Jin Peng's head.

A cold light flashed in Jin Peng's eyes, and he vibrated his wings and instantly came to the back of the old man from the same place. He opened his mouth and spat out a golden light towards the old man's chest.

The old man hit the air with a palm, and his heart was terrified, but he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and at the same time, a golden light penetrated through his body, and suddenly let out a scream, and the whole person fell on his back powerlessly. go down.

Jin Peng let out a dazzling cry, shot straight into the sky, then flapped his wings violently, and opened his mouth to face the remaining cultivators who were fleeing.

A powerful vortex appeared, directly swallowing all the cultivators and mounts who were turning around and fleeing.

This is simply a one-sided massacre, until Jin Peng killed all the cultivators and chariot mounts in the sky, and Jin Peng didn't even have the slightest trauma left by the cultivators.

The cultivators who were in the middle of the beast tide were also not feeling well. Even though a lot of those beasts had fallen, the human cultivators suffered the most casualties. It can be said that only those who were surrounded by the beasts were left a few.

At this time, Ye Fan was bathed in the blood of the beast, and three bloody wounds were drawn on his face by the sharp claws of a certain beast, and there were also many holes in his clothes.

But under his feet, the corpses of those beasts were spread all over the floor, all of which were smashed to death by Ye Fan with a pair of fists.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

There is only one thought left in Ye Fan's heart now, that is to fight, and fighting with many beasts makes him very excited and fiery.

In the bloody battle with the beast, Ye Fan felt more and more the mysterious power that existed in the depths of his blood, constantly nourishing himself to maintain his strong fighting power. .

Chapter [-] Tianxuan's burial place

Duan De, who was relying on a pile of holy soldier-level magic weapons to resist the tide of beasts, saw that the battle in the sky had already come to an end, and immediately stuck out his tongue:

"Mom, it looks like I can't run without running..."

If Jinpeng had swallowed up those cultivators in the sky and then cooperated with the beast tide to chase after them, no matter who they were, they would have to be buried here.

Duan De slashed the head of the beast in front of him with the tomb shovel in his hand, then withdrew his other magic weapons and rushed towards Ye Fan.

He grabbed the arm of Ye Fan who was fighting frantically, and almost didn't let Ye Fan punch him into a giant panda.

"Little donor, why are you more terrifying than beasts, are you addicted?"

Duan De avoided Ye Fan's subconsciously swung fist with an "ouch", then dragged Ye Fan away.

I saw a mysterious pattern suddenly appear under his feet, and each footprint would shorten the distance by dozens of miles, and within a few steps, he took Ye Fan directly out of the beast tide, avoiding those terrifying beasts far away. The fierce beast and the golden roc in the sky.

Looking at Jinpeng who was raging in the wind in the distance, and the towering trees falling down in the smoky mountains and forests, Ye Fan's eyes gradually turned from fiery to calm.

Teng's blood was burning for 20 years, and he no longer had the support of that mysterious power. Ye Fan fell to the ground, panting and exhausted, feeling that his limbs were aching.

"Master Dao said that it is not good to be a teacher today. I didn't expect that just after entering the ancient forbidden land, I would encounter this kind of beast."

Duan De tutted his mouth and shook his head.

Those cultivators who followed into the ancient forbidden area, except for Ye Fan and Duan De, are estimated to have been wiped out...

The sound of Jinpeng's chirping from a distance still reverberated in his ears, Ye Fan only felt that he was really too tired, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep while lying on the grass.

When he recovered and opened his eyes, he saw a pair of fat hands constantly groping around on his body.

"What do you want, unscrupulous Taoist priest?"

Ye Fan looked at the fat Taoist Duan De who was groping his body and asked. Duan De didn't expect Ye Fan to wake up at this time. He was a little embarrassed, and then said directly with a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, little benefactor, Pindao is a serious family, but you just passed out, and Pindao is just pushing blood for you."

"You just want to steal my dongxiba while I'm unconscious?"

Ye Fan directly exposed Duan De's little conspiracy, shaking his still a little dizzy head and got up from the ground.

By the way, he glanced at his sea of ​​suffering, and found that the three mysterious objects were still stuck in it. It seemed that Duan De had been fumbling for a long time in vain.

"This, it's good to be tacit, anyway, the poor road will never admit it."

Duan De said brazenly with a greasy face, Ye Fan glanced at him and said nothing, anyway, he already knew what the virtue of this dead fat man was.

In front of the hillside where Ye Fan and the others were located, there was a slightly low-lying valley, but it was covered by a layer of hazy clouds and mist, and it was impossible to see what was under the valley, so Ye Fan wanted to go. Go down to the valley and see.

"That... Ye Fan, don't go down and watch."