All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 75 Destroy the Old Demon and Save Pang Bo!

"Pangbo!"

Ye Fan roared, his eyes bloodshot, watching helplessly as his friend rushed into the ancient hall and disappeared, his mind in turmoil.

They came to the other side of the starry sky together and were the best of brothers. But now the other was not in a good state. He was possessed by an old ghost and broke into the Demon Emperor's Tomb, where he fought against those experts.

Ye Fan was unwilling to leave, so he circled around the perimeter, constantly paying attention to the surrounding movements.

He found a page of gold paper on the corpse of a savage beast, covered with densely packed, mysterious characters.

"The Daoist Scripture: The Sea of ​​Wheels?!"

The news that it came from the Demon Emperor's tomb might have been the original source. Ye Fan was shocked, never expecting such a wonderful encounter. But thinking of Pang Bo's fate, he felt somewhat saddened.

"Boom!"

The sounds of battle never ceased; around the ancient palace, dozens of experts from both the human and demon races clashed.

"kill!"

"This is the tomb of my demon emperor! How can I allow humans to desecrate it!" a great demon roared, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, his strength astonishing, divine light surging with every move he made.

"Our human race's most precious treasure is the Desolate Tower. Who dares to stop us from welcoming it back!" The human race experts also refused to budge an inch.

The two sides clashed fiercely, neither willing to yield. Soon, powerful figures arrived and joined the melee, alarming the entire primitive ruins. Ye Fan could only try to survive in the cracks between them.

"That's?!" Suddenly, he saw a figure, striding with the power of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, approaching through the sky, his expression somewhat excited, "Yang An!"

Upon seeing familiar faces, Ye Fan wanted to shout, but amidst the chaotic battle before him, he dared not utter a sound, fearing he would become the first to speak out.

But Yang An didn't ignore him. With a grab, his true energy flowed in all directions, pulling Ye Fan directly in front of him. He smiled and said, "Long time no see, Ye Fan!"

"It feels like a lifetime ago." Ye Fan sighed. In just a few months, he had come into contact with the path of cultivation and witnessed the emergence of the Emperor's Tomb. It was far more exciting than his life on Earth.

However, his expression quickly changed. He lost interest in reminiscing and said somewhat impatiently, "Pang Bo came here with me and rashly came into contact with the forbidden area of ​​the ruins. It seems that he was possessed by some old ghost and rushed into that hall..."

Halfway through his sentence, Ye Fan hesitated again. He didn't know how Yang An's strength compared to this group of powerful figures, and his desire for Yang An to rescue Pang Bo gradually sank. How could he possibly begin to speak?

You can't let one friend put another friend in danger just because of another friend.

"If you see this, please keep an eye out for me!" Ye Fan sighed softly, his gaze resolute. He could not abandon Pang Bo, but he shouldn't involve Yang An.

"Why go through all that trouble?"

Yang An smiled faintly, his gaze filled with appreciation. Ye Fan's words, which had been spoken offhand, changed in consideration of his safety rather than moral blackmail. He had made the right friend.

Since we're friends, there's naturally nothing to say; he's never stingy with his words.

"Who dares to harm my friend, the Divine Elephant King! They're asking for death!"

He descended from the sky with Ye Fan in his arms. Behind him, the phantom of an ancient giant elephant appeared, roaring to the heavens. Its majestic aura shook the void and stirred up thousands of layers of magma.

"Another expert has arrived!"

"who is it?!"

Yang An did not conceal his strength. Although his cultivation level in the Secret Realm was only at the first level of the Dao Palace, his aura was astonishing. Even experts from the Four Extreme Secret Realms had to temporarily avoid his sharp edge, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Fellow Daoist Yang An!" Among the fighting crowd was the sect leader of Lingxu Cave Heaven, who looked astonished.

A few months ago, the other party's cultivation level was only at the Life Spring stage, how come it has reached the Dao Palace stage now?

Most importantly, it has the strength!
It is far beyond what the Dao Palace Secret Realm can describe!
"boom!"

Yang An punched through the main hall, triggering countless restrictions. Several demon experts screamed and were turned into blood mist. He then forced his way through the obstruction with Ye Fan and entered the hall.

Possessed by the old demon, Pang Bo stood among a group of great demons, his eyes glowing with eerie green. When he saw Yang An and Ye Fan burst in, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Pang Bo! We've come to rescue you!"

Ye Fan roared, following behind Yang An with a determined gaze. "Ye Zi! Brother Yang An!" Pang Bo struggled violently, his gaze towards the two sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear.

"Hand him over!"

Yang An strode into the main hall with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. Instead of fighting for the spiritual weapons or the treasures of the Azure Emperor's tomb, he went straight for Pang Bo, with the phantom of an ancient giant elephant roaring behind him, its might shaking the four directions.

"You dare!"

Several powerful demons made their move, their demonic power surging and surging like towering waves. Their strengths varied greatly, including cultivators from Dao Palaces and the Four Extremes.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Yang An's gaze turned cold as the Spear of the Underworld appeared in his hand, surging like a raging dragon, unleashing its ferocity.

"Puff puff!"

Three powerful demons who stood in Pang Bo's way were killed by Yang An in succession. They were torn to pieces, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. In places where ordinary people could not see, they were ignited by hellfire and devoured.

"Where did this monster come from? At the first level of the Dao Palace, he can slaughter the four extreme realms like slaughtering dogs, but there is absolutely no way he can make me relinquish such a body with the bloodline of a demon god!"

The old demon possessing Pang Bo was shocked, but fearless. Even without a physical body, the descendant of the Demon Emperor was still extraordinary. His divine sense was like a sword, pointing directly at Yang An's head, "Shocking Divine Technique!"

The immense divine power transformed into a sword, exceptionally sharp, making it an absolute killing move against the younger generation.

Young people who cultivate their spiritual power are at a disadvantage compared to old monsters.

"Want to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"

Yang An strode forward, the Spear of the Underworld flickering, revealing a hint of illusory soul aura, clashing with the Sword of Divine Thought, unleashing golden energy ripples and a storm of divine consciousness.

"Such powerful spiritual strength! Where did this peerless genius come from? He slaughtered the four extremes of the Dao Palace, his combat power is unparalleled, and he also has such divine sense!" The experts from both the human and demon races retreated one after another, feeling their souls become unstable and their hearts trembled.

The secret realm technique was Yang An's best cover; who would have thought that his internal energy was hidden there?

"what!"

The moment it came into contact with the Spear of the Underworld, the old demon let out a miserable scream as a layer of hellfire attached to its divine sense, specifically designed to burn its divine sense.

"die!"

Without hesitation, Yang An sent out the Spear of the Underworld, which pierced through Pang Bo's body.

"Pang Bo!" Ye Fan almost jumped up in fright, but found that Pang Bo was unharmed and had no injuries. On the contrary, the old demon was screaming in agony, his phantom appeared, and his divine sense was struggling frantically, trying to escape, but he was pinned down by the spear of the underworld god.

"You can't kill me, I am..."

Before the old demon could finish speaking, Yang An had already obliterated its last bit of divine consciousness.

Regardless of your identity or background, Yang An is utterly unscrupulous; even the Azure Emperor couldn't stop him from killing.

"Ancestor!"

The great demons roared, their expressions trembling, their hearts pounding with fear.

Those were the nineteenth generation descendants of the Demon Emperor! The powerful figures in this lineage were killed like chickens, not even a wisp of their primordial spirit escaped.

"Very nourishing!"

Yang An let out a triumphant sound. The thrust of the Spear of the Underworld, carrying a vortex of hell, not only slashed at the opponent's divine sense but also drew a great deal of spiritual energy into his body.

The holy fire blazed fiercely in the Hell Furnace, instantly digesting his spiritual power and elevating his divine sense by several levels.

Where can one find such a powerful being at the Immortal Platform, who is half-crippled and only has a trace of his primordial spirit left?

What possession? This is clearly an opportunity!

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