319: C319 The Supreme Yang Demonic Blood

C319 The Supreme Yang Demonic Blood

With a wave of his hand, he killed three martial artists of the same level.

The few of them stood far away from him, tactfully not approaching.

The weakest among them was only at the God Refining Stage Layer Five, and the strongest was at the God Refining Stage Layer Eight. However, even the God Refining Stage Layer Eight felt that this decisive guy wasn't someone to be trifled with.

That's right, in their eyes, Yang Fan was a decisive man.

A single strike that could take one's life, a clean and decisive strike.

Such a ruthless fellow, it really frightened and frightened them.

Yang Fan did not look at these people. Instead, he threw a punch at the young man who had been frightened to the point of falling to the ground.

Bang!

The punch wrapped around the young man and sent him flying away. He flew out of the peak of the mountain and landed on the cliff. As for whether he was alive or dead, Yang Fan didn't care.

Tang Shuiyue looked at Yang Fan's back and found out that he had already broken through to the God Refining Stage Layer Seven.

Moreover, the combat strength of killing a martial artist of the same level was still as terrifying as before.

"Abnormal!" She couldn't help but spit out these two words.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Thank you for the praise."

Tang Shuiyue curled her lips and tried hard to straighten her body. Although her strength was weak, she could not lose her momentum.

Yang Fan started to size up the mountain. What exactly was on the mountain?

He looked around and found that the trees on the mountain were very strange. No matter if it was the trunk or the leaves, they were all golden-red. Especially the leaves, they were like burning flames.

Except for these, there was nothing else.

"There's nothing to see here. There's no Supreme Yang Demonic Blood here." Tang Shuiyue knew what Yang Fan was looking for and reminded him.

She first came here and looked around the peak. There was no sign of any Supreme Yang Demonic Blood. It should be said that there was nothing special about it.

Yang Fan nodded. He glanced at the others and prepared to leave with Tang Shuiyue.

But at this moment, another person came up the mountain.

It was a middle-aged God Refining Stage Layer Nine man. He looked fierce and fierce, but his eyes were calm. He didn't care, this was just his appearance.

None of the warriors who had been walking outside all year round were truly soft-hearted.

Once their interests were endangered, they would absolutely not show any mercy when attacking.

Immediately after, a few more Renlai arrived.

And among these few people, there was another God Refining Stage Layer Nine warrior.

Yang Fan guessed that these people should have been attracted by the shape of this island.

After that, they prepared to leave.

Just as they were about to leave, they stopped again. Yang Fan looked at another person who had arrived at the peak, and his eyes sparkled. He felt that it was necessary to stay here for a while.

The person who came later was a young man who wore coarse clothes and looked like a bitter cultivator.

There was no expression on the young man's face, but he gave off a terrifying feeling.

This young man was one of the people who gave Yang Fan a sense of danger.

Noticing Yang Fan's gaze, Tang Shuiyue said softly, "I know this person. His name is Yuen Jing, ranked one hundred and ninety-second on the Flying Ranking."

Yang Fan was very curious. "How do you know him?"

"This person is a rogue cultivator. He came to Spiritual Lake Prefecture before and defeated many young warriors. One time, I happened to pass by and saw him fighting another young warrior. " Tang Shuiyue explained.

Just as Tang Shuiyue finished speaking, Yuen Jing suddenly looked over.

His gaze landed on Yang Fan.

His gaze was very calm, like a pool of stagnant water. If it was night time, it would be very scary to suddenly see such a gaze.

Yang Fan also looked at Yuen Jing, and then he withdrew his gaze.

It was not that he was afraid, but he found that the big tree behind him seemed to be trembling slightly.

Was it an illusion?

Yang Fan wanted to turn around to take a look, but in the end, he didn't turn around. Because he found that all the trees on the top of the mountain were trembling slightly.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The sound of the leaves rubbing against each other was heard by everyone.

"What happened?" A few of the weaker people nervously asked.

But no one answered.

Everyone moved away from the trees, and Yang Fan was no exception. He pulled away from the trees behind him.

The trees were shaking more and more violently. The leaves were shaking. It was as if the golden red flames had spread to the entire peak of the mountain. The rustling became more rapid, and there was a strange charm to it.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently.

Yang Fan and Tang Shuiyue hurriedly circulated their true qi, and only then did they stabilize their bodies.

Just as everyone was nervous and confused, they did not know what had happened. Yuen Jing's eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, could not suppress the excitement in them.

Rumble!

A crack appeared in the middle of the mountain. Moreover, the crack grew bigger and wider, and in a short span of a dozen breaths, it expanded to a width of 30 meters.

A golden light emerged from the crack.

This series of changes left everyone dumbfounded.

Yang Fan's face was full of surprise. He didn't understand what had happened.

"That is..." A girl with a bit of baby fat opened her eyes wide and pointed at the crack. Her eyes kept flashing, obviously shocked to the extreme.

Everyone looked carefully, and then they saw a drop of golden liquid coming out of the crack.

"Supreme Yang Demonic Blood!"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment when he saw the drop of golden liquid. Then, he was overjoyed.

He had thought that there was nothing on the mountain, and had almost left. He didn't expect that the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood would appear here in such a way.2

The others also recognized that it was a Supreme Yang Demonic Blood. Their eyes became fiery hot. Some of them even revealed greed.

Although the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood was only useful to the people of the monster race. After taking it out, they would look for the Fey martial artists to exchange for what they needed.

Taking a step back, if they sold the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood to the Fey, they could sell it for at least 50 Law Stones!

Shua!

Suddenly.

A human figure rushed out at a very fast speed, leaving only an afterimage behind as he approached the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood.

After that, everyone could clearly see that it was Yuen Jing.

The burning desire and greed in everyone's eyes dissipated. The Supreme Yang Demonic Blood was a good thing, but they had to have the opportunity to obtain it. Yuen Jing's strength was enough to kill everyone present.

They had no chance at all.

Even the God Refining Stage Layer Nine middle-aged man and the other God Refining Stage Layer Nine man held back the greed in their hearts and didn't attack.

Bang!

However, just as Yuen Jing's hand was about to touch the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood, an ice-crystal like blade light appeared behind him.

If he took the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood, he would definitely be sliced in half by the blade light.

Yuen Jing was shocked and angry.

What was surprising was that there was actually someone here with such powerful strength that could bring him such a huge threat. What he was furious about was that there was actually someone who dared to attack him.

Was he tired of living!?

Yuen Jing forcefully turned around. True Qi erupted in his hand, blocking the blade light.

Before he could see clearly who had dared to attack him, he felt his vision blur, and a figure appeared in front of him. Immediately after, a long blade diagonally slashed towards his head.

This blade was fast and urgent, and its strength was even more terrifying. Yuen Jing could only temporarily avoid it.

And with this dodge, he naturally distanced himself from the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood.

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