The first thousand five hundred and forty-six chapters
"It should be half a day left, and the Blood Demon can recover its power to its heyday."
In the dense jungle, Zhuo Bufan sat on a thick tree pole. He had just finished his breathing adjustment, opened his eyes and murmured to himself.
Since there are so many ferocious beasts on the island, it is just an opportunity to sharpen him.
Zhuo Bufan knew very well that once he left the earth and joined the Xuanjie Sect, it would be a wider world. When he was thrown into that vast world, he was like a drop of rain entering the sea, becoming no longer outstanding.
To stand out, you must become stronger.
Especially the appearance of Taoist Lord brought psychological pressure to Zhuo Bufan.
"Tianjiao competes, I must return to the cultivation world, Langya Jun, the Daffodils, I don't know what you are now!"
Zhuo Bufan pinched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his black eyes.
He returned to three hundred years ago, and the trajectory of history has changed. At least now he does not know Wolf Fang Jun and the Fashui Nian. When he reaches the cultivation world, he will slowly search for the whereabouts of the two. Three hundred years ago, I am afraid Wolf Fang
Jun and the Fashuixian are now just some disciples of the sect and have not yet grown to the point of being powerful.
Zhuo Bufan thought of this and suddenly felt a sense of danger from his heart. He suddenly raised his head and saw a golden stream of light, like a meteor cutting through the sky, hitting him at an extremely fast speed.
Come on.
"how……"
Without rushing to think, or even avoid, the golden stream of light had hit him, and the surrounding trees were eroded by violent aura, turning into powder and dissipating in place. A round pit with a diameter of ten meters was smashed on the ground, and smoke and dust
It surged, and there was black smoke.
"Zhuo Bufan, you shouldn't die so easily! Don't let me down."
At the moment the "meteor" fell, a white figure appeared over the round pit, gradually solidifying, and a gentle young man appeared.
The elegant young man quietly looked at the round pit below, his face was as cold as frost, and his black eyes were shining with cold light.
"Ahem!
In the center of the round pit, the wind blew away the dust and gradually a figure appeared.
The powerful bombardment of 'Meteor' shattered Zhuo Bufan's clothes, leaving only a pair of pants, standing in the center of the round pit with the Ice Emperor Rain Sword on his back, several terrifying wounds appeared on his body, and blood flowed.
out.
"Damn it, it actually attacked me." Zhuo Bufan pulled out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind him, raised his head, stared at the figure in the sky, gritted his teeth, "Qingming!"
The wound on the body is squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound muscles are constantly squirming and beginning to heal. The most powerful feature of the Blood Demon is its super recovery function.
"Zhuo Bufan, I didn't expect that we will meet again so soon."
Qingming held Bai Fan's right hand, shook his wrist, opened the folding fan, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking down at Zhuo Bufan indifferently.
The grudge between Zhuo Bufan and Yin-Yang Shi Shenzong has been accumulating for a long time. When they meet, they can only fight for life and death.
"I didn't expect that you snatched my treasure in the canyon last time, and I was about to find you to get it."
Zhuo Bufan wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and a cold smile appeared on his cracked mouth.
"If you want my Xuan Ling and my treasure, it depends on whether you have the ability." Qingming said, shaking the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly "silver thorns" in the sky were like rain.
Zhuo Bufan's eyes glared, his pupils contracted slightly, and a dangerous warning rose in his heart.
If I were here, I would not be afraid of Qingming, but this clone only had the body of the Blood Demon and the soul of the Demon Tan Leng Yan, and its strength could barely be ranked in the ranks of the second ladder!
"Aura Shield!"
Zhuo Bufan made a seal with one hand, and a translucent spiritual light shield suddenly appeared in the sky. A silver spike like a rainstorm hit the light shield. The light shield was about to be destroyed. Taking advantage of this breath, the ice in Zhuo Bufan's hand
The Emperor Rain Sword slashed out several sword lights and slashed towards Qingming.
Then, Zhuo Bufan turned around and jumped towards the dense rain forest.
The dense silver thorns hit the spiritual light shield, resisting the breath for a while. The spiritual light shield instantly shattered, and the remaining silver thorns covered the sky and the dense trees in the rainforest collapsed down one after another.
"Well, Zhuo Bufan, in the Yin-Yang Shi Shenzong, you asked you to extract the spiritual veins and escape. Last time you ran away in the canyon. This is the third time. I will never let you take out my palm again." Qingming's eyes were like a hawk falcon.
, Zhuo Bufan, who was moving forward in the dense forest, turned into a stream of light to chase after him.
Zhuo Bufan did not choose to fly because if he was flying in the sky, with his clone's strength, his speed was not as fast as Qingming. He could only choose to jump in this dense forest. With trees as obstacles, it could greatly slow down.
speed of the person.
"Three minutes, just hold on for three minutes, I have already rushed towards him."
While Zhuo Bufan was jumping and leaping in the dense forest quickly, he secretly calculated the current distance between him and the deity. The first time he met Qingming, the deity was already heading towards him.
He knew very well that he could not defeat Qingming with his clone, and he was likely to be destroyed by Qingming. Although this was just a clone, Yao Tan Leng Yan's soul was still in it. If Qingming was destroyed, his strength would be greatly reduced. Besides, I want to
It is extremely difficult to increase the power of the soul.
Otherwise, with Zhuo Bufan's personality, he would never leave and run away.
"Zhuo Bufan, you can't escape!"
Behind him, Qingming's cold laughter came, and silver lights rushed around. Wherever he passed, a large hole was burst into blocking trees.
"Oops!"
Zhuo Bufan felt like he was hit by a fast-moving bus behind him. His body was like a kite with a broken string, flying quickly forward. He felt sweet in his throat and spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood.
"Zhuo Bufan, you have the courage to go to my Yin-Yang Shi Shen Sect to steal the spiritual veins. Why are you now like a mouse, and you can only escape, and you don't even have the courage to fight head-on?"
Qingming's voice was cold and came from behind.
"hateful……"
Zhuo Bufan swallowed the blood in his mouth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and slashed away.
"A battle of heaven and earth!"
The sky and the earth were so white that people couldn't open their eyes. The power of the sky and the earth was pulled up. A sword energy that was extremely domineering and slashed through the sky and slashed towards Qingming behind him.
"What a strong sword technique!"
Seeing Zhuo Bufan take the move, Qingming's pupils slightly contracted, and he obviously felt the domineering aura contained in this sword.
"seal up!"
Qingming clasped his hands together, and a mysterious translucent colored magic shield appeared in front of him. The folding fan in his hand also floated in the center of the magic shield.
The sword light was broken and clever. Wherever you passed, all the trees, stones, and weeds were shattered by the violent aura.