Peerless Immortal Venerable

Chapter 325
But just after he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered Ling Menghan who was practicing alone not far away. For some reason, thinking of this woman, Fan Yi suddenly became guilty, paused, and added unconsciously: "Really?" No."

"I know you don't have the guts." Shuang'er just asked casually, and didn't take it too seriously. The embarrassment just disappeared when the two interrupted. After a moment of hesitation, Fan Yi wanted Shuang'er to let him go. , but who knew that Shuang'er's face just recovered did not know why, and it turned red again, and suddenly leaned down and whispered in Fan Yi's ear: "That feeling is still very comfortable."

After finishing speaking, Shuang'er jumped up and ran out without waiting for Fan Yi to react.

Still lying on the ground, Fan Yi didn't expect Shuang'er to be so bold, the faint fragrance still radiated from his ears, and the heat from his lower abdomen passed again, but this time it didn't disappear, but went straight to Fan Yi's head , made his nose feel hot, and then he felt a hot liquid flowing out of his nose and dripping down the corner of his mouth.

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After lying down for a long time, until he calmed down and got up to pack everything, Fan Yi found Shuang'er, and the two of them left Xiaotiandi, and came to the place where Shenyuan boy trapped Patriarch Heihong, and lifted him out.

"Shuang'er, should I come or you?" Fan Yi turned his head to look at Shuang'er and asked with a smile after he straightened the ancestor Heihong who couldn't control the slightest bit of celestial power.

"I'll come, I'll come." The reunion with Fan Yi had already caused Shuang'er to lose most of her anger, but when she saw the ancestor Heihong again, the little girl immediately remembered that she and sister Xue'er had suffered a lot during this period of time. In the face of suffering, he volunteered to rush to the front, glared fiercely at Patriarch Heihong, and scolded: "Old bastard, I said that Fan Yi would come to save me, how about it? Now you see the result? Hmph! Remember when What did I say?"

Being reprimanded by Shuang'er, although Heihong Patriarch was afraid of death, he still tried his best to protect his face, twisted his neck, and said forcefully: "Don't want to talk so much nonsense, if you want to kill or cut, hurry up."

"Hey, how dare you speak hard when you are about to die?!" With a cold face, Shuang'er stared at this old thing fiercely: "It's not so easy to think about death. When Fan Yi accepts your Yuan Ling, which is the magic weapon, you just wait Just be tortured by me every day! Now let you have a taste."

After finishing speaking, Shuang'er turned her head and glared at Fan Yi: "Get out of the way! Watch me play."

"Yeah, okay." Fan Yi quickly agreed, and Fan Yi took two steps back obediently.

Instantly restored to the original appearance of the little witch, Shuang'er raised both hands, and the palms of both hands simultaneously stimulated a burst of true strength. Soon, the two true strengths began to condense, but they did not form two true strength spurs like Fan Yi did. , but in Shuang'er's palms began to transform, and then she put the palms together and connected them together.

Not long after, a hazy white air emanated from Shuang'er's hands, exuding a faint and bitter breath.

"what!!"

"Satisfied?"

"Well, it's almost there."

After clapping her hands, the expression on Shuang'er's face eased. Looking at the ancestor Heihong who was trembling like chaff in front of him, she walked to Fan Yi's side in a few steps: "I will leave the rest to you."

Shuang'er has practiced the Soul Stabbing Art. Although she knows that the power of this technique is not shallow, it is of no use against the prepared Xuanxian, but it can't be used against the ancestor Heihong who is currently at the slightest level of cultivation. God is an extremely powerful person, but he happens to be able to exert his greatest strength.

The stronger the primordial spirit, the greater the pain it will suffer once it is stabbed in the soul.Ancestor Heihong had just endured the one hundred soul thorns that Shuang'er fought hard and spent most of his cultivation, and now his consciousness is not light, his body is trembling constantly, his whole body is wet with sweat, and he is already deformed His face was so distorted that the features were almost invisible.

Seeing that Shuang'er was also a little tired, Fan Yi supported her to sit down distressedly, and then smiled wryly: "It's not the same when I come here, I see that you are so tired, this is not punishing him, even punishing myself stop?"

"You want to take care of it?" She glanced at Fan Yi charmingly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of Shuang'er's mouth.At the beginning, she and Yin Xue had made an agreement, but now that sister Xue'er was too embarrassed to come over because of this guy, she naturally wanted to avenge her, not to mention that she had just mastered such a powerful spell and suddenly used it against a Xuanxian cultivator , although he is a Xuanxian who can't show his cultivation level at all, Shuang'er is already very satisfied.

A burst of real power was injected into Shuang'er's body, and Fan Yi helped her recover a bit. Seeing that Shuang'er was not so tired, he turned around and came to the ancestor Heihong, and slapped him on the top of his head. The stimulation immediately made the old ghost sober up a lot.

"How do you feel? Do you want me to do it again?" Fan Yi looked at Patriarch Heihong who was slowly opening his eyes with a sneer, and asked slowly with his palm full of strength, his tone full of chill.

Tried to raise his head, a look of panic flashed in Heihong Patriarch's eyes when he heard the words. After coming down for a long time, he finally sighed, and said sadly: "Winner and loser, since my ancestor Heihong has fallen into your hands, how to deal with it, just listen to your lord!"

"Hey, since that's the case, let me ask you again, I need a Yuanling for this magic weapon, would you like it?" Fan Yi asked again as he raised his hand to sacrifice the soul-cleaning bottle.

"Can I still refuse?" The corners of his mouth moved, and he couldn't tell whether it was a bitter smile or helplessness. The ancestor Heihong understood his situation very well, knowing that he was definitely unlucky, so he saved the trick of crying and begging for mercy. Even with Fan Yi's behavior style, he would not spare himself.

In just a few short encounters, he roughly guessed what Fan Yi was like. This young man was honest on the surface, but he was a bit hot in his bones. He acted decisively and would never drag his feet.

In fact, this is exactly Fan Yi's character. The temperament cultivated by his second uncle since he was a child allows Fan Yi to always make the most accurate judgment when encountering things, especially when encountering major matters of life and death. It is precisely because of this judgment that he was able to survive repeated crises safely, and finally successfully rescued the two women.

"Of course you can't refuse." Looking down at Patriarch Heihong, Fan Yi didn't think of him as a cultivator of Xuanxian at all. There are not many ideas left.Although his cultivation base is still low, Fan Yi also knows that it is not easy for ordinary immortal figures to threaten him, but he can rely on the power around him to intimidate the digital primordial gods and mysterious immortals.

Fan Yi is not arrogant, but with the growth of his vision and knowledge, his confidence and self-confidence are also gradually increasing, just like the ground under his feet is constantly rising, allowing Fan Yi to look down at a person who was unimaginable before. Immortal character.

"However, if you can take the initiative to become the spirit of this magic weapon, for me, it can increase the power of this magic weapon a little bit. As for you, I promise to make your life easier in the future. What do you think?"

"What do you say is better?" This is a deal, but it is a deal that Heihong Patriarch had to agree to. After hesitating for a while, Heihong Patriarch finally came to Matsushita for his own future benefit. He really agreed to sell himself to Fan Yi.

"Is this..." After a pause, Fan Yi glanced at Shuang'er, saw that she had already meditated and practiced, and didn't care what he said. After a little thought, he replied: "I can promise you that I won't let you How about bearing the pain just now?"

"Okay!" Wen Yan didn't even think about it, even if the ancestor Heihong agreed, this was already what he wanted most, and no matter what Fan Yi said about the rest, it was useless to him.

From now on, I will be controlled by this young man in front of me, even if he can benefit me, wouldn't it be like handing over my left hand to my right hand?It's the right thing to suffer less pain.

From what the old ancestor Heihong saw just now, he can judge that his future master is a little afraid of that little vixen. , then I don’t have to live anymore, and I live in worry every day, that is the real pain.

Although the method of Qi Yuanling is far inferior to what it is now, at least it is better than death. The ancestor of Heihong is proficient in the art of escape. This can also be seen how afraid he is of death. A person who is afraid of death can Immortality, this is already the greatest benefit, what more could he ask for.

If it is placed in the hands of others, the ancestor of Heihong will become the spirit of this powerful magic weapon in front of him in the future. He may be able to blackmail the master, and at worst he will be valued, and he will continue to grow stronger. , it is almost the same as today's cultivators, and even better than now.

But seeing that there were only two magic weapons of the phantom series around Fan Yi, Patriarch Heihong understood that if he didn't work hard in the future, what awaited him would be a tragic end.

The two agreed on this matter, Fan Yi glanced at Shuang'er, thought for a while, and his consciousness spread out, and called Wan Guiyi, who was practicing not far away, and asked him to help protect Shuang'er, and then he sacrificed the Heavenly Demon Treasure Jian, and sneaked in with Patriarch Heihong in a flash.

Although time has sped up in this small world, there is not much aura in it. Fan Yi wants to refine the ancestor of Heihong into the Yuanling of the Purifying Soul Bottle, which naturally requires a lot of aura. In the treasure book, there is a whole day's supply of earth veins, so that he can be completely worry-free.

Back in the main hall, Fan Yi put Patriarch Heihong down, and quickly set up a gathering array around him.

The soul-cleaning bottle is an unusual magic weapon. It works directly on the soul soul. Fan Yi has him in his hand, and coupled with the soul-stabbing formula that he has just practiced successfully, he is naturally not afraid of any tricks that the ancestor Heihong will play. Son.

And I can't say why, Fan Yi doesn't like to rely on magic weapons or helpers around him for everything, maybe he is worried that he will rely too much on these people or things, which will have a great impact on his cultivation in the future.

"Are you ready?" Fan Yi asked calmly as he put the soul-cleaning bottle between himself and Heihong Patriarch.

"Hmm!" After hesitating for a while, Patriarch Heihong finally made up his mind, nodded heavily in agreement with a slightly gloomy expression.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden shock in the surrounding halls, followed by countless spiritual powers surging from all directions!

(End of this chapter)