first evil king

Chapter 316
However, in such an unfavorable situation, he still mobilized the remaining true energy, let go of his spiritual sense, and probed the surrounding aura, imagining that suddenly a familiar aura would enter the scope of his investigation.

In the disappointment again and again, he never gave up, dragged his extremely weak body, and walked forward step by step, aimlessly.

Dark skies, day and night.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground with a 'bang' was so clear in this empty place, and the lingering sound drifted away, making people feel bored.

Xie Fan supported the ground with one hand and the saber with the other, and slowly got up from the ground. He couldn't remember how many times he had fallen down, and his cracked eyes looked sourly at the blank road ahead. , licked the corners of his dry mouth, and was about to move forward again, when his body froze suddenly, and his dull eyes suddenly burst into a bright light.

The weak spiritual sense finally detected the appearance of an unusual aura ten miles away. Although it was extremely weak, he could still detect it. After all, the distance was not far away, and the aura seemed to be very powerful.

"Boss..." An extremely hoarse voice came out of his mouth lightly, as if a knife had cut his throat, Xie Fan suddenly seemed to have taken a stimulant, and desperately raised his true essence, and the long sword used as a crutch in his hand went With a throw above the head, a cyan sword light burst out immediately.

Xie Fan's body also shot out blue light, and his figure floated away, and each person and sword had already floated seven or eight feet away in an instant.

At this time, he didn't think about it at all, maybe that extremely weak breath belonged to the enemy!
Not long after his body floated out, Xie Fan felt an astonishing aura enveloping him. Although that aura was mighty and domineering, it was not aggressive at all, but now Xie Fan seemed like a bird that was about to rise. The exploding balloon burst with a single poke, and when that aura pressed on his body, the blue light all over his body suddenly swayed, and the whole person fell from midair.

As soon as he was about to fall to pieces, a soft wall of air with an extremely familiar atmosphere supported him from below, slowing down his descent.

Lying flat on the ground, Xie Fan, who could no longer hold on, was still stubbornly holding on to his fading sanity, looking at several colored lights from far and near, suddenly a human figure appeared in each colored light, Although he couldn't see the person clearly, he could feel that he was not the leader he was looking for, so he closed his eyes in disappointment.

"Fan'er, Fan'er..." A familiar call came from his ear, Xie Fan blinked his eyelashes, and forced to open his heavy eyelids. In the blurred image, he saw a familiar person, his uncle Master Xuanyun, although it was difficult to see his face clearly, he could feel his nervousness and worry, and the hand half holding him was trembling slightly.

"Hmm..." Wanting to tell Master Xuanyun that he is fine, but unable to speak again, Xie Fan tugged at Master Xuanyun's sleeve with his trembling right hand, the force was very light, so light that it was just a light touch.

No matter how light it was, Master Xuan Yun could still feel it, and quickly grabbed Xie Fan's hand that had slipped off after touching his sleeve, and couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Fan'er, Fan'er..." His parched mouth opened and closed, knowing that he had something to say, he lowered his body and almost put his ear against his lips to hear it.

"Head... Boss... Black... Color... Sea... Boss... Sea..." Xie Fan's lips trembled slightly, and he uttered a few intermittent words in a very low voice, and then he was caught Master Xuanyun's hand slowly slipped down, his eyes closed, and he was completely plunged into darkness.

"Fan'er..." Daoist Xuanyun was shocked, he hurriedly held his slipping hand, and probed a trace of true energy into his body, his face that was already full of worry sank instantly, and the brows were full of grief His expression was so tightly frowned that a group of flies could be caught between them.

"Really, Nephew Ling..." A deep voice sounded behind Master Xuanyun, Nangong Zhiyue looked at Xie Fan who had no trace of breath apologetically, and released a divine sense to cover him, slowly He carefully checked his current situation, and when he found out that he was still alive, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was just far away and noticed an unusual aura here, unfamiliar yet familiar, and intuitively felt that it should belong to the aura of human monks. In this strange place, such an aura did not belong to that young man named Jun Xie. , it should belong to Master Xuanyun's nephew Xie Fan.

So they came in a hurry, restraining their power at the same time, but they didn't expect that it was really Xie Fan, and he was injured so badly, that non-aggressive power made his last breath out. Daoist Xuanyuan had to catch him quickly, otherwise the remaining breath would be lost in this fall.

Feed Xie Fan a fragrant pill, Xuan Yuan Daoist lifted the unconscious Xie Fan up, turned around, looked at the apologetic Nangong Zhiyue, his frown remained unfurled, and shook his head. He shook his head and said: "Master Nangong, please don't blame yourself, Fan'er was seriously injured, his true energy was exhausted, and he was able to persist in not falling down. Presumably it was because there was something he couldn't let go of that made him support him all the time. "

Hey, this child is too obsessed. There are still Quan'er and the others. These children are extremely talented and have exquisite bones. Come to practice, coupled with Tianjianzong's efforts to cultivate, although they have only entered the realm of cultivation for a few years, their cultivation base is not low, it can be described as a genius among geniuses, but unfortunately, the obsession in their hearts is too strong. Heavy, unable to concentrate on cultivation, and unable to achieve the pure heart and no desires pursued by the sect's supreme law, otherwise their cultivation today would be more than that.

So what if the talent is good?them……

True Yuan Xuanyuan felt that the sighs he had made in the past hundred years were not as much as the sum of this period of time. Mo Quan and Bai Yu were estimated to be in the hands of Guizong, but now Xie Fan.... Basically destroyed, even if this life can be saved, I am afraid that the cultivation of this body will be destroyed, and I will not be able to cultivate again, and I can only be an ordinary person from now on.

Nangong Zhiyue, and Beitang Haotian, Beitang Miao, and Dongfang Jie who were standing beside him didn't say anything more. With their cultivation base, they could see clearly what happened to Xie Fan. Apart from sighing once or twice, To be honest, they didn't have any other big ups and downs in their hearts. Cultivators are the most ruthless. Xie Fan is a disciple of Tianjianzong and has nothing to do with them. The only emotion is just a sigh. It's a pity that such a young master, alone Seeing that Master Xuanyun even took out Tianjianzong's top grade holy medicine 'Taixuan Pill' so easily to hang his life, you know how much this Xie Fan is valued in the sect.

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