Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Yes!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Xu An immediately went on.

Two hours later, Ye Fan and the others went out of Xunlong City to Honghuangzhai.

In Xunlong City, they left a hundred thousand city army, led by Wang Sheng.

"Ye Fan, we only have 300,000 horses here. Will we suffer if we pass by?"

On the way, Lingxin expressed concern.

Since Pluto has a foundation in the ancient battlefield, it must not be underestimated, and there may be other powers to help chase the wind.

"I think it's better to inform the capital!"

Xu An also suggested to the side.

"Don't worry, I will arrange it freely!"

Ye Fan smiled faintly and interrupted their words.

Re-arranging troops at this moment will delay everyone's speed. As for the capital, the notification will be of little use.

The emperor is extremely selfish. If he can send a strong man, what do he want as a young leader to do?

The key to this task of destroying the chasing wind is surprise.

After that, Ye Fan called Feng Xi directly, Zhen Feiyang plus Yang Ling, and ordered: "Go back to their respective families immediately and let them send the main force to the ancient battlefield. The faster the better, the survival of the wild land , In one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Feng Xi's trio all agreed silently. They have been controlled by Ye Fan, so there is no reason to refuse.

"Ye Fan, although the Tatu Demon Race is weak, they should also do their best for the prehistoric land. I will go there!"

Seeing Ye Fan summoned Feng Xi's trio, Ling Feishhuang took the initiative to step forward.

She is not a lieutenant, and it does not hurt to leave temporarily.

"Okay, fight for speed!"

Ye Fan originally wanted to entrust Ling Xiao, but now Ling Feishhuang took the initiative to invite Ying, and it was the same.

"rest assured!"

After Ling Feishhuang said, he left the team directly and flew away alone.

Their individual speed is bound to be much faster than this 300,000 army, and maybe the ancient people will come to the ancient battlefield first.

"Ye Fan, what about the Azure Demon Race? Why don't I go!"

After Qing Shiyu learned of Ye Fan's plan, she also took the initiative to ask Yingdao.

However, unlike Ling Feishhuang, her heart was repulsive to the Azure Demon Race, or disappointed.

"Don't be embarrassed, if they have some conscience, they will come by themselves!"

Ye Fan said something to stop Qing Shiyu's thoughts, and said lightly.

With the other four ancient tribes all sending people, he didn't believe that the Azure Demon Clan could still sit still.

At this time, he is still intriguing, that is definitely a fool.

One day later, Honghuangzhai, the ancient battlefield.

On the side of the teleportation array, there was a lot of noise, gathering disciples from all sides.

"This Ye Fan, let us come here for the first time, but he doesn't see anyone. Is he playing with us?"

"That's right, I heard that Feng Mingying took the Netherworld disciple to hide in this ancient battlefield. That kid wanted to kill us!"

For Ye Fan, the young leader, the disciples below them can be described as complaining.

As for the few headed people, their expressions are also very dark, and they don't know what they are thinking.

"Since you are afraid of death, what else do you do?"

Ling Feishhuang couldn't listen to it at this moment, interjecting and scolded.

Are these people the main force? It looks like it's all cowards.

"Ling Feishhuang, is there a place for you to talk here? Your Tiaoyu Demon Race is just an affiliated family of the Abyss Demon Race, nothing counts, shut up!"

A disciple of the ghost race immediately denounced.

"Hmph, although the strength of my Tatu Demon Race is low, it is much stronger than you guys of the Ghost Race who are greedy for life and fear of death. Now that you know that Chaifeng has taken the Nether disciples to hide in the ancient battlefield, you should come here long ago to fight to the death. !"

Ling Feishhuang scolded angrily.

These family forces are extremely close to the ancient battlefield, and there are teleportation formations that can be used, but after learning the news, no one came to the ancient battlefield to explore.

Until Ye Fan gave a special order at this moment, these people came over reluctantly, but cursed in their mouths, which really made her hate.

At least the Tatu Mozu led by her didn't have so many complaints.

"Ling Feishhuang, do you think that your little brother became a lieutenant by some unknown means, so he can do whatever he wants? If you have something to say, just repeat what he said?"

The disciple of the ghost clan was furious after hearing this.

"Don't you have the guts to say it? Coward!"

Ling Feishhuang scolded.

"court death……"

The ghost clan disciple just wanted to do something, but was interrupted by the ghost clan leader.

As for Feng Xi, his face was expressionless from beginning to end, and he did not speak.

"Ling Feishhuang, I haven't seen you for a while, you really are getting more and more arrogant, could it be that Ye Fan failed?"

The ghost clan died down, but it didn't mean that other ancient clan would let him go. A voice of teasing and irony came from the abyss demon clan. He was a disciple of the abyss demon clan who was also a woman.

"Hmph, you have no guts, but you say that I am arrogant, which is really ridiculous logic!"

When Ling Feishhuang saw the situation, a trace of dread appeared in his eyes, and his tone slowed down.

After all, these were disciples of the Abyss Demon Race, and according to their status, these disciples crushed Ling Feishuang.

"Bold, do you dare to speak to me like this? I don't think Ta Tiao Mozu wants to get better, right!"

The disciple of the Demon Race who had status immediately felt that his majesty had been violated, and shouted.

At normal times, Ling Feishhuang was whispering to her, and had never ridiculed her.

"Zhen Jiao, don’t think I’m really afraid of you. At the moment, the powerful enemy of the Nether clan is in front of you. I hope you can collect your ridiculous dignity. Now it’s not your turn to show off. It’s not you who can save the wild land. The Abyss Demon Race is not you Zhen Jiao, but the young leader Ye Fan. In front of him, you and I are the same!"

Seeing Zhen Jiao threaten herself with her family again, Ling Feishhuang also broke out at this moment, the identity gap has always suppressed her, but at this moment her vision is no longer limited to the prehistoric land, under Ye Fan's hand, she and Zhen Jiao There is no difference at all.

"Huh, I, Zhen Jiao, belong to the Abyss Demon Clan. This time it is also for the face of Brother Feiyang. What kind of young leader is nothing more than that in my eyes. Even if you really have to come to him, I am not afraid! "

Zhen Jiao's eyes flickered cold, as if anger was being accumulated, she said, she directly ordered to the abyss demon disciple on the side, "This woman has no respect and humiliation, and she has taken off her clothes for me, so as to be like you!"

Ling Feishhuang's status in the Tatu Demon Race is not low, Zhen Jiao dare not directly kill, but insulting her can still be done.

Hearing this, the eyes of the male disciples of the Abyss Demon Race all lit up, coveting at Ling Feishuang's body.

How can a disciple of Tatu Mozu endure such a humiliation, when he was about to stand up, he heard a cold voice from a distance: "Taking clothes off? Will you play as a child? You try to move her!"