Two clouds of yellow mist rushed towards us, completely surrounding the upper, middle and lower roads, making it difficult to fly!
Ding Fan complained endlessly. At this time, it was only suitable for delaying tactics, but how could he inspire the general! Impulse is the devil!
bass!
Huang Yao felt his eyes flicker. When the yellow mist cleared, Ding Fan's shadow was nowhere to be seen. He looked up and was shocked to find that Ding Fan had taken off in advance and was looking down at him arrogantly.
"You, this, this is impossible!" Huang Yao's face changed drastically. He thought that one move could kill Ding Fan, but in the end, he could easily dodge it.
"Hahaha, you can't beat me, I'm not afraid at all, la la la la!" Ding Fan said the voice of a young man again.
Dodging a move is not a skill. Ding Fan said seriously: "Brother Wei, talk less and do more, otherwise I will die here and you won't be able to get out. You might even be driven by the yellow demon."
"Brother Fan, how do you destroy your own prestige and boost the ambition of others?" Wei Teng was not convinced.
"be honest!"
Huang Yao put one hand behind his back, stepped on the ground with one foot, and the humanoid figure rushed straight up.
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless rays of yellow mist blocked all of Ding Fan's roads, and the pressure was overwhelming, but he saw a big hand suddenly appear in the yellow mist.
Driven by true energy, the Heavenly Alliance Order shines out.
Bang!
The two palms struck each other and the sky collapsed!
The trees below were destroyed by radioactivity, the land was twisted and deformed, and a gray-yellow earth mist rose into the sky.
Huang Yao's palm used at least six successes. Ding Fan was unable to stabilize his body and was knocked a hundred feet away. He fell into the air and made a three-meter hole on the ground before he could stand up.
"Xiao Fan!" Leng Ling'er felt heartbroken.
"It doesn't matter, the spirit ghost body feels less pain than the human body."
Ding Fan tried to remain calm, but there was no denying the fact that the spirit ghost began to lose its physical form, and every time it appeared, it was a severe pain that ordinary people could not bear.
At this time, the yellow demon was also knocked back dozens of feet away. When he landed, he fell down in a panic, attracting the attention of the group of ghosts. He destroyed them all in a fit of anger!
"My hand is full of stench!" Witten cursed angrily, and the slap just now was naturally his next.
"Uncle Ding, if your strength doesn't match your strength, you shouldn't fight hard anymore," Ling Aotian advised.
After thinking about it, Wei Teng was shaken, "Well, because I broke through the soul-sealing formation, my physical energy is almost exhausted, otherwise the Yellow Demon will never be my opponent. Or, avoid its edge!"
What did you do early?
Ding Fan ran away. A fierce battle had already wiped out the Nuomi Road, and he ran aimlessly in the ghostly fog forest.
The yellow demon pursued it relentlessly, whipping up gusts of yellow wind and destroying almost half of the ghost mist forest.
Ring ring ring!
The alarm clock rang, Ding Fan took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, his heart was beating violently, and his heart was uncontrollable, as if it was about to burst out of his throat.
Whoosh whoosh!
Wei Teng, Ling Aotian, and Leng Linger appeared one after another.
Ling Aotian was the most excited and shed brown tears, "Uncle Ding, thank you for saving my life! I didn't expect that I could really escape from there."
"Don't rush to thank me yet." Ding Fan waved his hand and said seriously: "I've alarmed Huang Yao, I'm afraid this matter won't be over. Xiaotian, I plan to send you to your father now, what do you think?"
"Grateful!"
Things will change when things are slow. It is not easy for Ling Aotian to escape from the clutches of the devil. For fear of another change, Ding Fan immediately contacted Ling Zifeng and rushed over if he had important matters to discuss.
Ling Zifeng didn't know what happened, but he didn't refuse, "It must be the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce that is making things difficult for you again, right? I'm not afraid of them either, come on."
Putting down the phone, Ding Fan strode away from Fuyunju. Wu Yahuan heard the noise and chased him out, but he was nowhere to be seen.
I didn’t take the stairs or the elevator! I didn’t even drive!
Ding Fan jumped down directly and hurried on in the form of a ghost. When Wu Yahuan closed the door in confusion, Ding Fan had already appeared in Ling Zifeng's three-story old villa.
This is a forbidden area, and Ling Zifeng can detect the smell of every plant and tree.
When Ding Fan came in, he was in his son's room, staring at a photo hanging on the wall. A macaque was holding a lost child, looking up to the sky, without tears or words, full of sadness.
Next to Ling Aotian, Ling Aotian was sitting cross-legged, leaning on his shoulder.
"Brother Ling!"
First, he laid his son down and covered him with a quilt. Ling Zifeng looked at Ding Fan and smiled faintly: "You actually have the body of a spirit ghost. Xiaofan, your creation amazes me."
"Brother Ling, don't talk about me first."
The situation is urgent, but Ling Zifeng has been looking forward to Ling Aotian's return for a long time, so he must be given a certain buffer time.
Pointing to the photo on the wall, Ding Fan said: "Brother Ling is luckier than that male macaque, and his son is still with him."
"Xiaofan, for so many years, I have always believed that Xiaotian can come back. In fact, occasionally an idea comes up..." Ling Zifeng hesitated, his eyes filled with tears.
It was just a thought that I couldn't bear to say out loud, that is, it would be better than that macaque to confirm that his son was dead and no longer accept the torment of doing something he knew he couldn't do.
"Brother Ling has suffered a lot, and Xiaotian is also looking forward to being reunited with you. Hard work pays off, and this day has come."
Ling Zifeng frowned slightly, "Xiaofan, what do you mean by this?"
"I just went to the ghost land."
"Well, what happens next?" Ling Zifeng couldn't help but take a step forward, "Meet Xiaotian?"
"Yes, I tried to use the power of thunder and lightning to tear a hole in the soul-sealing formation, and then..."
Ling Zifeng, a man with no waves in ancient wells, suddenly rushed forward, his eyes were red, and he asked anxiously: "How is Xiaotian?"
"I brought him back."
ah!
Ling Zifeng's eyes were dull, and he was still not mentally prepared enough. The sudden news made him dizzy and almost fell down.
"Brother Ling, Xiaotian's escape has alarmed Huang Yao. I hope you can stabilize yourself and take Xiaotian out of here as soon as possible!"
"good!"
Ling Aotian then came out, knelt down and bowed.
Seeing the image of his son, Ling Zifeng also threw himself to the ground, a tough guy with tenderness, and burst into tears, "Xiaotian, even in my dream right now, I am willing to look at you like this."
"Dad, it's not a dream. Uncle Ding worked hard to bring me back," Ling Aotian said.
When father and son reunited, Leng Ling'er beside him also shed brown tears in clusters, feeling happy for Ling Aotian from the bottom of his heart.
"Xiao Fan!" Ling Zifeng grabbed Ding Fan's wrist, tears streaming down his face, and he couldn't even breathe enough to speak smoothly, "How can I thank you!"
"Brother Ling, let's go! Find a safe place and hide!" Ding Fan urged.
Extremely urgent!
Ling Zifeng didn't know how powerful it was, so he wiped away his tears and stood up.
Ling Aotian walked towards his body that had been separated for many years. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly stopped. He turned around and smiled at Leng Ling'er: "I have nothing to offer, so I'll give you some innate Yin Qi!"
An almost substantial black butterfly flew out from Ling Aotian's fingertips and landed on Leng Ling'er's long skirt. It was extremely pure and gave off a dazzling metallic luster.
"Thank you, Xiaotian!" Leng Linger was very excited.
"And me? Why don't you repay me?" Witten protested dissatisfiedly, but of course only Ding Fan could hear it.
Ling Aotian, wake up!
Finally I can embrace Ling Zifeng!
"Hehe, my son's cultivation is not inferior to that of me!" Witten said with a smile.