The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 34: The war is coming

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In the small courtyard house, Zhuo Fan sat cross-legged on the head of the bed. It took a long time to exhale a suffocating breath and opened his eyes.

Only one step is needed to make a breakthrough again and become a cultivator of the five levels of energy gathering. It's a pity that the vitality in the body has always stayed at the peak of the four layers of Qi Gathering, unable to make any further progress.

I knew that, so I should have left some time on Heifeng Mountain to absorb the vitality of a few people. It was just that in order to save time, so much exercise materials were wasted by letting blood babies kill.

Now, the battle is imminent, and it is not easy for him to let the blooded baby go out. Otherwise, if you run into Elder Jian's group and destroy his blood baby, then he won't have time to cry.

Zhuo Fan shook his head helplessly, and muttered: "Let's bear it, they should also fight!"

However, just as his voice just fell, a terrifying breath rushed towards them.

Stunned, Zhuo Fan hurried out of the house and jumped onto the roof. But I saw that someone had already volleyed above the void, and looking at it, it was Long Jiu.

At this moment, he also looked at the direction of the breath, and his one eye kept shrinking, and the strong killing intent spread out without concealment. Even though Zhuo Fan was a hundred steps away from the Qianlong Pavilion branch, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Sure enough, they are all masters of the Sky Profound Realm!"

Although Zhuo Fan couldn't see the strength of Long Jiu, he guessed it was above the Profound Sky. Now seeing him standing in the void, he was even more sure of this guess. As for the two new old men, they were even masters in the Sky Profound Realm.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan looked around, but didn't see the two of them showing up, and immediately thought of their plans. Presumably they had already done an ambush, so that Jian Fan could not come and go.

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan's mouth evokes an evil smile.

These three old men made such an arrangement, which shows that Qianlong Pavilion is determined to fight the Nether Valley to the end, regardless of the consequences. In this way, there is no room for reconciliation between the two sides, and the Luo family will be truly safe.

"Zhuo Fan, what happened?"

At this moment, Luo Yunshang, Lei Yuting and others came to the courtyard together, but the old man did not come. Zhuo Fan knew that he was still refining medicine power, and his strength had not recovered. On their side, after all, they lack a master who can really withstand it.

So he hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing out, go back!"

They are the most meager, in front of the Sky Profound Realm masters, they can pinch to death with a finger, Zhuo Fan himself can rely on the nine-day dragon formation.

Looking at Zhuo Fan's solemn expression, Luo Yunchang also knew that the matter was serious, and immediately picked up his younger brother and led everyone back to the house to escape. Just before leaving, I glanced at him: "Zhuo Fan, you also have to be careful!"

Zhuo Fan didn't speak, but just nodded slightly, then looked into the void again.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, noisy laughter rang in front of everyone's ears, and a black cloud slowly floated over the Qianlong Pavilion. Accompanied by laughter, an old man in a black robe slowly walked out of the black cloud, his sparse hair fluttering in the wind, his evil pupils stared at Long Jiu who was opposite, but his cold eyes glanced towards the courtyard from time to time. Last glance.

"Vulture Jian Fan, you are so brave, really dare to go to the old man's place to cause trouble?" When Long Jiuyi saw the elder Jian, one eye immediately turned red with blood. The deep hatred made him have a strong killing intent with every word he said.

The corner of his mouth grinned slightly, and Jian Fan the Condor laughed loudly and said: "Long Jiu, your people in Qianlong Pavilion killed our disciple Youquan in Netherworld, don't you allow the old man to ask for justice?" /

"Justice? You people in Nether Valley, do you know what justice is?"

Long Jiu's breathing gradually became faster, as if thinking of some deep grudges, he shouted angrily, "Who designed to deceive the old man to Luoye City, and who set the trap to ruin the old man with three to one Purple Thunder and Golden Eyes?"

Purple Thunder and Golden Eyes?

Hearing this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help being surprised. He didn't expect that there are still people in Fanjie who practice such supernatural powers.

According to legend, the purple thunder golden eye is one of the strongest three emperors among the ten ancient emperors, a **** eye of the heavenly emperor. Glittering golden light implies the extinction of the gods of thunder. Even a saint-level expert, if he takes a look, it will be completely destroyed. Even an ordinary emperor-level master can hardly meet him ten times.

But I didn't expect that such a magical cultivation method would actually be encountered in a mortal cultivator. I just don't know how many days he has cultivated. If it was the sixth heaven, it would be a pity that it was ruined.

Even if it was placed on his Demon Emperor, it would be a deeper and more deep hatred than the hatred of killing his father and the hatred of taking his wife.

"Hahaha..."

Jian Fan didn't feel ashamed at all when he heard what he said. Instead, he laughed proudly: "That's you stupid, who is the blame? Back then, you were one of the best in Qianlong Pavilion by virtue of purple thunder and gold eyes. Now it's gone. I am afraid that I have retreated to the bottom. As one of the nine elders, I can only stand in the Fenglincheng in this place, which is ridiculous."

"Jian Fan!"

Long Jiu gritted his teeth, his whole body exploded, and there really seemed to be blood flowing in one of his eyes: "A dazzling enemy, the old man is not in the same breath with you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Long Jiu rushed forward. In the palm of one hand, it was like a golden dragon wrapped around it and slammed out.

"Intermediate spirit level martial arts, Dragon Claw!"

Roar!

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and the golden dragon in Long Jiu's hands suddenly rushed out as if it were alive. The appearance of teeth and claws, as if to completely tear the enemy in front of him.

With a cold smile, Jian Fan cast a disdainful look, then waved casually.

In an instant, the gurgling black air emanated from the sleeves of his robe, and then turned into a black chain, instantly binding the golden dragon. With a squeeze of the palm, the golden dragon wailed again and shattered.

"Intermediate Spirit Level 5, Nether Chain!"

Jian Fan sneered: "Long Jiu, you used to be a dragon with purple thunder and golden eyes, but now you are a worm. The name of the god-eye Long Jiu no longer exists..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a palm suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his wrist.

"Dragon Claw!"

As if being caught by a pair of iron tongs, Jian Fan couldn't break free for a while, but he was not in a hurry, instead he sneered again and again: "Huh, I can't use the spirit-level martial arts, let alone this mortal-level martial arts? "

"Hehehe...This is not to kill you, but..."

A weird arc formed at the corner of his mouth, and Long Jiu slammed Jian Fan straight to the ground! At the same time, the blond old man and the red-haired old man sprang out from nowhere and flew in the direction where Jian Fan fell.

"Not good!"

The pupils of his eyes shrank slightly, and Jian Fan couldn't help being shocked.

He only now knows what the function of Long Jiu's Qianlong Claw just now is. It was not to hurt him, but to put him in the siege of three people, leaving him nowhere to escape.

It seems that Long Jiu is determined to kill himself, but...

Thinking of this, the corners of Jian Fan's mouth curled up in a strange arc.

"Shoot!"

Swish!

Along with Jian Fan's loud shout, two men in black robes suddenly rushed out of the black cloud and rushed towards Long Jiu.

This time, Long Jiu and the blond old man were surprised. It turned out that Nether Valley also had an ambush. However, through Zhuo Fan's intelligence, they had already known that Netherworld had also sent additional helpers here, so they had already made countermeasures.

"Old nine, hold on!"

The blond old man yelled, unabated at all speed, and rushed straight towards Jian Fan. The red-haired old man followed closely, as if he didn't care about Long Jiu's life or death.

Long Jiu grinned, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a long sword shaped like a dragon head appeared in front of him, and he slashed at the two black-robed men: "As long as you can kill Jian Fan, I will die. Value."

"Level 3 Spirit Soldier, Proud Dragon Sword?"

When the two saw this weapon appear, they couldn't help but stunned and didn't dare to rush forward. As soon as he moved, he immediately avoided the slash of the long sword.

Huh!

A golden light flew out from the sides of the two men in black robes, and in an instant, it was accompanied by a thunderstorm. Under this golden light, the entire sky was divided into two halves visible to the naked eye, and it took more than ten milliseconds before they came together again.

The sharpness of this spirit soldier can even cut air.

The two black-robed men looked at each other with horror. They couldn't help but step back more than ten steps, and distanced themselves from Long Jiu. They never expected that Qianlong Pavilion would lend this treasure to him.

"Good!"

Seeing Long Jiu's desperate blow, scared off the two Nether Valley masters, the blond old man couldn't help but shouted. The golden light all over his body was prosperous, and every place around his body showed sharp aura, and he rushed towards Jian Fan.

Without the support of those two helpers, Jian Fan is already the meat on the chopping board and can't run away.

"Old Jiu, be optimistic, let's see how the third brother slaughtered him."

The blond old man laughed and waved his arms abruptly. Although he didn't use any martial arts, wherever he swung his arm, there would be a harsh buzzing sound in the air, as if to cut the space.

The pupils of his eyes shrank slightly, and Jian Fan's forehead had exuded fine cold sweat, as if he had smelled the breath of death...

Boom!

Suddenly, just when the blond elder was about to take the first level of Jian Fan, a purple light suddenly appeared, and then there was a loud bang. The blond elder who had been rushing forward was knocked out for no reason, and couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.

The red-haired old man was taken aback and hurried to the blond old man. But the blond old man didn't want to pay attention to his injuries, just staring solemnly at the place where the smoke billowed in front of him.

Long Jiu in the sky looked there even more shocked.

In a short while, a gust of breeze blows, and the smoke clears, revealing Jian Fan, panting inside. But at this moment, there was no panic on his face, only the madness and arrogance after escaping from a catastrophe.

"It's really dangerous. I didn't expect Qianlong Pavilion to send the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder to help this old thing! Overturning the river and overturning the sea gold Jiaojian, the fire burning the sky and the flame dragon, the old man admires his name for a long time. Seeing it today, it is indeed a well-deserved name! "

The eyes were slightly narrowed, and the old blond and the red-haired old man stared at the front closely, but they didn't look at him, but the ones on his shoulders...

Swallow the ghost crow!

Zhuo Fan was startled and frowned deeply.

He didn't expect that the monster sacrificed by Elder Jian turned out to be a devouring ghost.

The devouring ghost crow itself does not have any great talents, but it can swallow all things and give them the attributes of all things. Therefore, the strength of Devouring Ghost Crow lies entirely with the owner.

However, it is obvious that this Devourer Ghost Crow is definitely the stronger one.

Zuo Fan trembled and looked at one eye of the ghost crow. Unlike its other jet-black eye, it was a golden pupil emitting light purple light, and there was a faint thunder in it.

"Three Heavens, Purple Thunder and Golden Eyes!"

Zuo Fan murmured...