Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 620 Outer Demon
Hearing the voice from outside, everyone in the room was refreshed. Lin Yuyin's usually calm face was full of excitement and joy.

"Xiao Nan, you're back!"

"I am back!"

Fang Xiaonan walked in from the outside slowly, and looked at Xiaobei who was in a coma. On his handsome face, killing intent gradually transpired.

Looking at the young man standing in the middle of the room, the room was full of people, and the restless heart instantly calmed down.

It seems to have Ruo Ding Poseidon needle.

"boom boom"

The sound of a helicopter came from outside, as if Xiao Nan reached out and touched his brother's face, the shoulders seemed to straighten up: "Mom, I'll go, you stay at home and watch Xiao Bei!"

Seeing the figure turning away, all members of the Potianmeng in the room bowed slowly.

Miss Qian, who was hiding in the corner, had a thick layer of sweat on her fair forehead.

Holding the two Emei thorns tightly in his hands, his eyes were fixed on the building in front of him.

It's just that the building in front of me is still quiet, without any movement, as if no one in the supernatural powers is still in it with the enemy.

The palms of her hands were slightly wet, Miss Qian's hands tightened unconsciously, and she clenched the Emei thorn a little bit.

"Boom"

At this time, she seemed to hear the sound of a helicopter in the sky faintly, which made Miss Qian's eyes light up.

The sound of the helicopter was getting closer and closer, and the expression on Miss Qian's face became slightly relaxed. No matter whether it was Elder Lin or the people from the guard's mansion, she finally didn't have to face it alone.

The helicopter hovered on the roof of the building in front of her. Seeing the vaguely familiar Qingjun figure descending from the midair, Miss Qian's heart skipped a beat, full of surprise.

"Leader? Is it the imitation lord? Is the imitation lord coming?"

Seeing that familiar figure, Miss Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and her nervous mood was completely calmed down.

The lord has come in person, what's the problem?
Gently descending to the roof, Fang Xiaonan lowered his head and looked down at his feet, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately there was a pause under his feet, and the whole person directly penetrated the cement board on the top floor and crashed into the room on the top floor.

Inside the house, the black mist was still rolling and steaming, and even the inside was still faintly glowing with blood, as if it was still trying to digest it.

Fang Xiaonan tilted his head, looked at the steaming black mist in front of him, raised his brows lightly, clasped his hands together, and his ten fingers changed rapidly.

A series of auras changed with his fingers.

In the end, it turned into a group of golden light patterns almost in the shape of a dragon.

When the dragon-shaped light pattern was completed, a faint coercion followed.

The black mist that was constantly steaming over there seemed to have calmed down a little bit because of the coercion of the dragon-shaped light pattern.

"break!"

With a soft drink, the dragon-shaped light pattern imitating Xiao Nan's hand suddenly slammed into the black mist.

"Pfft!" The undulating black mist, like a punctured car tire, suddenly shrunk as countless black air spewed out.

A large bloody cocoon inside was exposed.

"You... are imitating Xiaonan?"

The black mist quickly subsided, revealing Huang Zhihua with a pale face inside, his eyes were completely black, and there was no white in his eyes.

The voice in the mouth has not changed, but it is full of strange breath.

"you know nothing about me?"

Fang Xiaonan's eyes flickered slightly.

"Hehe... I didn't know it before, but I know it now!" Huang Zhihua's dark eyes were expressionless, but his tone became more and more gloomy: "It seems that you should be one of the strongest in this world, and you are worthy of me." It took so much effort to lure you here!"

"You really are not my world-cultivator!" Fang Xiaonan narrowed his eyes slightly: "What is your purpose for coming to my world-cultivation?"

"Purpose? You'll know when you convince me!" Huang Zhihua's mouth curled up slightly, and a cloud of black air suddenly rushed out, covering Fang Xiaonan.

Fang Xiaonan raised his brows, it seems that the blow just now did not really hurt the opponent.

Seeing the black air rushing towards him, imitating Xiao Nan clasping his hands together, as motionless as a mountain, letting the black air envelope him, without any intention of dodging.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Seeing Fang Xiaonan's actions, the speed of the black air suddenly accelerated, covering Fang Xiaonan directly.

It's just that there seems to be a thin membrane around Xiaonan's body, blocking the black energy out.

At this moment, outside Donghua Garden, a dozen or so helicopters suddenly flew over and hovered in the sky.

In Donghua Garden, the fire alarm suddenly sounded sharply.

"Residents of Donghuayuan, please evacuate quickly! This is not a drill, residents please evacuate quickly, this is not a drill..."

That Yang quietly floated in mid-air, overlooking the building under his feet, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Teacher...Director Qian from the Beijing Office of Potianmeng is here, do you want to meet?"

Tan Qianmu's voice came from the headset next to his ear.

"Let her talk, what's going on?"

"Yes!"

Soon, Tan Qianmu's voice changed to Miss Qian's.

"The palace lord, the matter is like this..."

After hearing Miss Qian finished speaking, Yang's expression became more serious: "Wa Tiehua got lost inside?"

"Yes, Elder Wa is trapped by the other party, but I don't know the specific situation! Ever since I escaped, there has been no fluctuation of spiritual power inside!" Miss Qian said carelessly.

Na Yang frowned slowly, and said: "Okay, I got it..."

After cutting off the call, Na Yang glanced around, and his spiritual sense clearly told him that the residents in each building were still evacuating one after another, and it looked like it would take at least a quarter of an hour.

The same is true for the building below.

Na Yang sighed softly, and said, "How long has Fang Xiaonan been in?"

"5 minutes!"

"it is good!"

Na Yang nodded, and stared at the building under his feet. He could sense that there was a strange existence on the top floor, but he couldn't clearly feel what was going on inside.

But at least for now, these strange auras did not spread outwards; thus, while he was slightly relieved, he was even more puzzled.

Since Fang Xiaonan is inside, why is it so silent inside?
Could it be that Fang Xiaonan has also fallen?
Then Yang immediately shook his head lightly, this is impossible...

It might be possible for Wa Tiehua to fall, but it is absolutely impossible for Fang Xiaonan to be trapped so quietly.

If Fake Xiaonan fell so silently, then why should this weird existence cause such trouble; with such strength, no one in the cultivation world is invincible!
But at this time, he didn't dare to enter rashly, he could only wait, waiting for the ordinary people to disperse.

Otherwise, once it is really done, there is no guarantee that other people will not be affected in this situation.

Inside the building, Fang Xiaonan, who was shrouded in black air, quietly looked at the black air around him, still calm and composed, but said in a low voice: "If you want me to be sincere with you, you first return my brother's soul to me." !"

"Soul? Hehe..." Huang Zhihua's cold laughter came from the black mist: "Since you have already fallen into my hands, you still want to bargain with me? Be honest and let go of your heart, and I can still be merciful to leave you with a little remnant, otherwise Absorb you thoroughly and turn it into the nourishment of my divine sense!"

Fang Xiaonan's face changed slightly, looking at the black mist in front of him, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Huang Zhihua's voice became more complacent and full of temptation: "Be sincere, integrate with me, and share this world!"

(End of this chapter)