Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Heaven and earth luck, now!"

At this moment, Ye Fan once again mobilized the three heavens and the earth, but it was a pity that the white mist could only temporarily resist it, and could not break the pressure of Feng Lao.

Although Feng Lao's strength is not as overbearing as Meng Han, it is still out of reach for Ye Fan.

As for the other powers, Ye Fan's previous injury against Shangguan Ruoxuan has not recovered, and at the same time he was injured by Menghan in the middle, and the body of the wild dragon and Shura's killing path could not be used.

At this moment, Ye Fan really encountered the most serious crisis.

Meng Han doesn't kill him, but Feng Lao wants to kill him.

"Boy, you don't have to do fearless resistance. The old man's strength has entered the seventh stage of transformation. Even if you give you some luck, you will not be an old opponent!"

Feng Lao spoke proudly, revealing his strength, trying to crush Ye Fan's psychology.

"You shameless old fellow!"

Ye Fan was gnashing his teeth at this moment, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed. At this moment, he was indeed a little anxious.

The old thief in front of him is very sinister. If Ye Fan wants to save his life, he not only needs to give three great fortunes, but also has to work for him.

Even if Ye Fan could achieve the former, the latter would be impossible to accept.

For Feng Lao, how does Ye Fan go back, how to achieve his goals, let alone defeat Meng Han.

Therefore, at this moment, Ye Fan has been forced to a dead end by Feng Lao.

"No way to take it, it's actually an old style, hahaha!"

Feng Lao laughed loudly at Ye Fan's scolding.

"There is no way to take it, and no way to die!"

Just when Feng Lao was about to succeed, a faint voice suddenly came from Ye Fan's body, echoing endlessly in the dark void.

"Who is it? Who is there, get out of the old man!"

The moment he heard this sound, Feng Lao suddenly became anxious, because this sound gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Evil... evil old..."

As for Ye Fan, he was completely shocked at this moment, with an expression of tears on his face.

"Being disrespectful for the old, not sorry for death!"

That faint voice appeared again, and at the same time, the blood on Ye Fan's chest began to flash with fascinating blood, and almost instantly broke the pressure that had been bound to Ye Fan's body for a long time.

"What? It's impossible..."

Feng Lao perceives this scene, his body is shocked, he suddenly retreats a few steps in the void, his face is full of horror and said, "You...Where are you holy, report your name!"

"Who is the deity? I don't even know!"

The voice ridiculed himself, and the **** light gradually filled the surroundings in the next moment, shrouded in Feng Lao's body.

"No...Are you the Old Sage!"

Facing these blood lights, Feng Lao's eyes were filled with despair, and the next moment he knelt down with a "poof", and kowtow to the void, "I know I was wrong, and I hope Senior Sage will spare my life!"

"Old Sage? Haha..."

Hearing Feng Lao's words, his voice just chuckled disdainfully, and the blood was still unstoppable, and soon drowned Feng Lao's body.

"no……"

Feng Lao is in the blood and light, there is no resistance at all, and can only scream hysterically and powerlessly.

Transformation of the seventh-order powerhouse, almost killed in the blink of an eye.

"Xiao Fan, what are you still doing? Absorb his power!"

The moment Feng Lao died, the blood light began to dissipate, and the voice reminded him.

"okay!"

Ye Fan replied somewhat dumbly, and inhaled Feng Lao's blood qi into his body.

When Ye Fan finished this scene, an old man with a unique appearance had appeared in front of him, although it was only a phantom, but still with shock.

"Xie old man, thanks to you, you saved my life again!"

Seeing the old man in front of him, Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, Old Xie laughed and said kindly: "You are in danger, the deity should naturally appear!"

"Elder Xie, what have you gained from practicing for so long this time?"

Ye Fan didn't say any words of gratitude, because between him and the evil old man, these are no longer needed, so just start the topic.

"Except for the improvement of the cultivation base, the deity has not received much information. After all, the deity is still just the spirit of this ten thousand monster blood wear, and the past memories have been erased too much!"

Old Xie knew that Ye Fan had doubts and wanted to ask him, but at the moment he could only shake his head helplessly.

As an instrument spirit, except for the abilities possessed by the blood of the Ten Thousand Demons, the rest of his memories are very fuzzy.

"I came to this heaven to look for my mother, but I have found nothing so far. The Qianlong heaven in front of me is the last place, but I can't get in. I'm really useless!"

Ye Fan finally found a complainer at this moment, and expressed his inner pains to the evil old man.

Meng Han and Feng Lao were blows to him one after another, and they almost killed Ye Fan this time.

"This road is full of thorns. If you want to find your mother, the first thing you need is to make yourself stronger. You only need to remember that the deity is always behind you, and as the deity recovers, there should be hope to awaken part of it. Memory, I will guide you in time!"

Xie Lao seemed to see fatigue and pain in Ye Fan's eyes, and said with relief.

"Well, I will persist!"

The appearance of Xie Lao and his enlightenment allowed Ye Fan to completely abandon the depressed mood caused by these two events and restore his past appearance.

"By the way, Elder Xie, you just appeared, I happen to have something to ask you for help!"

After Ye Fan recovered, he immediately remembered another right thing.

"What's the matter? About the cultivation of the monster race?"

The evil old man was puzzled.

"Yes, this emptiness is too big, I plan to re-train the Demon Race Bone Wings, and I hope you can give me some advice!"

Ye Fan nodded and said.

"It's simple, this is not a place for cultivation, you can change the place first!"

After hearing this, the old Xie agreed, and the phantom disappeared in the blood of the monster race again.

"it is good!"

Ye Fan responded and galloped away with excitement.

Feng Lao is dead, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If Ye Fan wants to practice, he has to leave the area of ​​Qianlong Tianyu to be insured.

In fact, Ye Fan already had a goal in his mind for his next path, but this needed the Bone Wing of the Monster Race as an aid, otherwise it would be too time-consuming.

Since the Qianlong Tianyu couldn't accommodate him, Ye Fan used the Bafang Tianyu as his training place.

Although he does not have the aura of Tai Yun, he still has a way to enter the transformation and aspire to the ancient sage.

At the beginning, Xu Zhen's words were constantly appearing in Ye Fan's mind. There were three ways to enter the ancient sage. The conventional path of cultivation would not work, so you can only find another way.

The legacy of the ancient sage is hard to come by, and Ye Fan has decided in his heart to choose the third method and start with the most difficult and supreme power.

At this moment, he doesn't care about the process, only the result.

And his goal and result is to defeat Menghan and wash away this humiliation.