Xianhong Road

Chapter 224 Returning to Wuliu Town

call out--

Wushuang's most powerful shocking sword in history, with the power of brittle bones, with the power of heaven and earth, the power of thunder and lightning, and the ultimate state of swordsmanship, with a fierce and indomitable aura, it comes from a distance.

With this sword, it lit up the dark sky of the desert oasis, like the first day of dawn, like a bright spot when chaos opened up.

With such great power and such mighty power, even a real high-ranking cultivator would have to fear three points if he came in person.

Although the level of strength is still at the peak of foundation establishment, its general momentum, the power of thunder and lightning, and extraordinary artistic conception are enough to make ordinary high-level monks feel inferior.

Yang Fan was uncharacteristically calm, and even the loss of the armored puppet did not stir up waves in his heart.

The devilish energy covering his body completely dissipated, and a crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead, flickering on and off, a strange palpitation fluctuated in this dark desert oasis.

hum-

Suddenly, a cloud of dark magic flame burst out from the palm of his hand, and at the heart of the flame, there was a mysterious light, which flickered and flashed, mysteriously and strangely.

This dim light, beating like a heart, had a strange resonance with Yang Fan's soul fluctuation and heartbeat.

At this moment, in a radius of more than ten miles, in the oasis, the souls of all hidden creatures, including the few monks, danced with the flickering of the dim light.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!
The silent heartbeats plunged the desert oasis into a deathly silence.

It felt like everyone had died, leaving a lifeless world.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and all the devilish energy in his body was poured into it, not only that, but also part of the essence and blood in his body was taken away.

"go with!"

Yang Fan slapped out with a sudden palm, and a destructive aura from the ancient darkness came from the magic flame, which turned into a death ray, making the surroundings even darker.

Its existence is like a demon king, looking down at everything in this world, smiling proudly at the sky.

call out!hum!
One light and one dark, two fierce and domineering auras colliding with each other.

At this moment, the sky and the earth suddenly brightened like daytime, and then darkened again, like the end of the world.

The desert oasis is dead silent, without any sound.

Only left: the alternation of light and dark.

For a moment, a soundless explosion rippling at the soul level.

All the souls of the desert oasis tremble.

Immediately, a cloud of dust and smoke enveloped the place.

……

Three days later, two shambling figures, one black and one white, started from the oasis, and walked in two directions under the sunset at dusk.

Ten days later, the dust has completely calmed down.

The entire oasis was buried in dust.

Finally, at a certain moment, a dying young man got up from the soil.

He walked out of the underground cave several tens of feet below, and in order to escape, he almost exhausted all his mana and physical strength.

When he walked to the surface, his face was full of fear and despair.

Going in and out, he saw a dead body.

"Ancestor..."

The youth trembled.

It was the corpse of a white-bearded old man. His throat was crushed, his blood was coagulated, and his corpse had been decomposing for many days.

Then, he looked around and walked for a while, and found dozens of corpses.

"Dead...all dead!"

The young man cried with his head in his arms, his face full of confusion and helplessness.

Ten years ago, he was a young man who was hunted down. His family was destroyed and he fled to the "Yanyue Desert".

In the end, he encountered a sandstorm and was about to die.

Fortunately, he was taken in by the "Hanyuemen" sect of cultivating immortals in the Yanyue Desert, and worshiped under his sect.

In the past ten years, he practiced diligently, but he still stayed at the early stage of Qi refining. With such progress, he was ridiculed by his classmates and his master sighed.

Half a month ago, he was sent to the bottom of the desert to dig out ores for refining equipment.

On that day, two strong men suddenly came to the desert for a decisive battle, causing the entire "Cold Moon Gate" to panic.

At the beginning of the decisive battle, the rock formation collapsed and he was covered by a layer of dust and sand.

It took a full ten days of hard work before he dug a passage from the ground and walked to the surface.

However, the scene at this moment made him deeply terrified.

He repeatedly checked and came to a conclusion:
Destroy the door!

Except for him, there were more than 100 people in Hanyuemen, and none of them died.

Who is the murderer?

He took a deep breath, and quickly thought of the two strong men who came to the decisive battle that day.

The youth walks feebly.

Finally, he came to a certain place and found a huge pit.

This gigantic pit is dozens of feet wide and oval in shape, and the center is even more unfathomable, which makes people feel palpitating.

At both ends of the huge pit, the footprints of two people can be faintly seen, sinking into the oasis soil.

This is obviously the venue after the decisive battle between the two.

"Why on earth, why did their decisive battle implicate the entire 'Cold Moon Gate'?"

The young man roared to the sky, then lay powerlessly on the ground.

The corpses of these Hanyuemen cultivators did not die from the aftermath of the battle, but were obviously killed by humans. Some of the corpses had their throats crushed, and some were cut into two by sword energy.

At this moment, he lost his home, lost his place of refuge, and was about to become a wandering cultivator with no one to rely on.

After a long time, he packed up some things and left this oasis alone.

There was some hatred in the young man's heart, but he didn't have the slightest desire for revenge at all.

The strong, that is the real strong.

He took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the huge pit left behind, leaving an infinite yearning feeling in his heart.

The oasis is getting far away, and there is a mystery in his heart:
The decisive battle between the two powerhouses, the final result, which one will win and which will lose?

That day, he also felt a surge of majestic devilish energy and soaring sword intent in the ground below tens of feet.

Obviously, one of the two sides in the decisive battle is a monk of the magic way, and the other may be a cultivator of the righteous way.

Who wins and who loses?

This is the mystery in his mind.

……

two months later.

A young scholar, stepping on the spiritual tool flying sword, returned to Wuliu Town on the edge of Yuyang Kingdom from Kyoto.

"finally reached……"

The young scholar landed in an uninhabited corner, took off an extremely thin mask on his face, and revealed a slightly vicissitudes of life face.

He was one of the people who participated in the shocking battle on the Yanyue Desert two months ago, Yang Fan, the number one pharmacist in Kyoto, and Shi Qianhan, a monk of the Demonic Dao.

At this moment, his face was still slightly pale and looked weak.

"The damage deep in the soul is so difficult to recover..."

Is this the first time Yang Fan sighed so bitterly.

In that decisive battle, the blood he consumed and the injuries he suffered were the most serious in his life.

The power generated by the last collision is completely comparable to high-level ones, and the degree of damage can be imagined.

It took Yang Fan a full month to fully repair the internal and external injuries.

However, the damage deep in the soul is extremely difficult to repair. It has been two months, and it has been repaired one out of ten.

Even at this moment, the vague "sword" in Wushuang's eyes often appeared in Yang Fan's mind.

"That 'sword' may really exist in the world in some way."

Yang Fan once thought so.

Wuliu Town.

It is now afternoon, and there are very few people.

However, the arrival of Yang Fan also attracted the attention of the townspeople.

"Huh? Isn't that Yaoshi Yang?"

"The first pharmacist in Wuliu Town, the 'Pu'ai Medical Center' is opened by him."

"I remember that Miss Zheng is in charge of 'Pu'ai Medical Center' now?" Someone asked suspiciously.

"You just moved to the town, so you don't know much about the situation. Then Miss Zheng is a registered disciple of Yaoshi Yang."

"Zheng Yaoshi is well-known for his medical skills. Even the dignitaries in the city come here to seek medical treatment, but he is only his disciple?"

The man was astonished.

Facing the whispers and discussions of the townspeople, Yang Fan just smiled lightly.

Of course, many familiar townspeople also came to greet him.

Soon, when he walked to a certain place on the street, Yang Fan smelled a familiar smell of herbs.

Looking up, the words "Pu Ai Medical Center" are right in front of you.

"It turns out that I have already arrived at my own hospital..."

Yang Fan laughed at himself.

Since that battle, he has suffered serious soul trauma, and once he uses his consciousness and senses, he will feel a sharp pain.

Therefore, he seldom uses his spiritual sense now, but from the perspective of an ordinary person, he looks on the sidelines of this mortal world and the turbulent underworld cultivator.

"It's been a year since I left 'Wusty Willow Town'... I don't know if Xiaoman's medical skills and cultivation have made any progress."

Yang Fan walked into the "Xianhong Medical Hall" slowly, and immediately saw two pharmacists who were cultivating immortals.

Pharmacist?

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, he remembered that after he left, there were no other pharmacists in the clinic except Zheng Xiaoman.

"Guest officer, are you here to see a doctor? This way please..."

The speaker was a female apprentice, twelve or thirteen years old, very strange, Yang Fan had never seen her before.

"I'm not here to see a doctor." Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Didn't you come to see a doctor?" The female apprentice was slightly taken aback.

Yang Fan didn't say much, and went straight to the inner hall of the medical hall.

"My lord, stop!" The female apprentice was in a hurry, and it was obviously impossible to stop him.

"Where do ignorant mortals dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​'Pu'ai Medical Center'?"

One of the pharmacists sitting in the town, about 30 years old, with a mid-stage Qi refining cultivation, glanced at Yang Fan coldly.

With a "swish", he flashed in front of Yang Fan and stopped him.

Yang Fan said very speechlessly: "This is my home, why can't I go in?"

"This is your home?" The young pharmacist was taken aback when he heard the words, and then mocked: "I think you are probably a little crazy, why don't I ask this pharmacist to prescribe you a medicine."

Emotionally, he really treats Yang Fan as a mental patient.

Yang Fan: ...

The number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto was ridiculed by a little pharmacist with no name at all, and even prescribed medicine for this miracle doctor under the pretext of mental insanity.

If people in the medical field in Kyoto knew about this, they would laugh out loud.

"Where is Hu Fei?"

Yang Fan didn't bother to be as knowledgeable as him, his eyes fixed, and a pressure was born in the medical hall out of thin air.

The expression of the young pharmacist changed slightly, and he felt that the seemingly weak scholar in front of him was not an ordinary person, otherwise he would give him a faint feeling of uneasiness.

At this moment, a gentle woman's voice came from the inner hall of the medical hall: "Fang Ming, what happened outside?"

Soon, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a goose-yellow dress came out from inside.

Seeing this woman walk out, the young man named Fang Ming's eyes lit up, and he said courteously, "Miss Zheng, you have come out. This is a mentally insane patient. I am in charge of treating him..."

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