Super Field Energy Controller

Now it seems that the plan has worked.

"We can go back to Earth."

Yang Fan thought and turned the direction of the Emperor Ship to fly to the Earth coordinates.

At the same time, outside the distant starry sky.

The ancient demon clone saw that a vein of immortal crystals was about to be consumed, and directly injected a new vein, without sparing energy consumption, and opened the Emperor Slayer Ship to the maximum speed, while constantly changing direction.

After half a quarter of an hour, the ancient demon clone seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly slowed down, stopped the Emperor Slayer Ship in a void, stood on the deck, and waited quietly.

Half a minute later, silently, a group of gray mist appeared not far from the Emperor Slayer Ship, and the scorching sun-like eyes penetrated the gray mist and fell directly on Yang Fan's face.

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It was really hard for him to chase all the way here. The consumption caused by chasing and flying was secondary. The key was that the secret technique of the Sky Demon Eye was used for no less than a hundred times in a row. Even with his cultivation, he felt a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, this kid went his separate ways to protect his companions, and the aircraft he took was far inferior to the previous one. Otherwise, if he continued to chase like this, he would probably have to use some of his best tricks.

"Boy, why don't you run away?"

The voice of the old man Huiai was a little bit gritted, shaking the space and transmitting it into the mind of the ancient demon clone.

Although it was the ancient demon clone, it was still Yang Fan who dominated this body.

In fact, outside the distant stars, Yang Fan's original body was using the consciousness dimension as a bridge to pay attention to every move here at all times. At this moment, he also "saw" the old man Huiai.

Looking at the old man Huiai from a distance, Yang Fan was secretly shocked.

He looked at the other party's energy field, but it was a ball of fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He immediately realized that the problem was the gray mist outside the old man. The gray mist was a magical substance that could isolate everything and completely isolate all the life and spiritual energy of the old man without any exposure.

He couldn't help but speculate that this old man's cultivation was earth-shattering, but he could walk freely in the mortal world. It was probably the gray mist that was at work, forming a powerful barrier that even the Heavenly Dao could not sense its existence.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan was even more afraid in his heart. He bowed his hands and smiled casually: "Senior's achievements are comparable to those of nature, and Yang Fan is far behind. I wonder if the senior has any advice for you while chasing me all the way?"

The gray mist old man snorted and said, "Boy, let your breath out for me to see."

Hearing this, Yang Fan did not hide it and directly released the dark ancient demon aura. In an instant, the surroundings turned into absolute darkness like a black hole.

"Such a pure clan breath!" Old Man Huiai couldn't help but exclaim again.

He had already captured Yang Fan's breath before, but now that he really saw it, he immediately found that Yang Fan's ancient demon clan breath was even purer than he had imagined, like a pure demon body.

What puzzled him was that the young man in front of him was only at the level of a spirit transformation, but he actually had a nearly pure clan breath, which showed that his bloodline was extraordinary. Could it be that after the ultimate battle, the pure bloodline was not completely cut off?

Under the gray mist, the old man's eyes sparkled: "Your name is Yang Fan? Who are your parents?"

Faced with such a strong man, even Yang Fan did not dare to use his "telepathy" recklessly. He could only silently guess the old man's intention of asking this question, and answered: "I have been an orphan since I was young."

"Orphan?" The gray old man's eyes lit up, and then he laughed: "Orphan is good, let me ask you again, do you have a master?" A strange look flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he said: "I was lucky enough to inherit the genes of a deceased predecessor, so I don't have a master at present."