Chapter 159: Ye Fan defect

"Nan Wuyue Nay..."
A burst of obscure language came out, which seemed to be Sanskrit, which made people feel anxious and anxious.
What's amazing is that after the Sanskrit language was exported, it slowly turned into golden fonts, floating into the room in the order of singing.
The golden font is like a real entity, and the head is covered with strong Buddha power, which makes everyone present feel like a pilgrimage, as if being brainwashed.
After a while, the "Vajra Fumo Sutra" was only read to the beginning, and abnormal changes began to occur in the room, and a hoarse and terrifying voice suddenly came out: "Ah...It's really irritable, let the demon go away!"
The moment the words fell, the entire courtyard was turned into flying ashes in a peerless black light, and an old woman with a gloomy face appeared from it, leaping forward, and already standing in front of Ye Fan and the others.
The old woman was surrounded by a thick black mist around her waist, and her complexion was a bit sullen. It was Ye Yantai who was recovering from illness. No, it should be said that she was a magical demon at this moment.
"It's such a strong demon energy, what is entwined around her waist is the source of magic demon, as long as it is destroyed, it will be able to return a peace in the Northern Territory!" Fa Yuan stopped chanting and stood up to explain to everyone.
Ye Fan's complexion was complex, his eyes glanced at Ye Yan too, and finally fell on Ye Linglong.
"Master...Master, what's wrong with you? You are not..." Ye Linglong's eyes were a little red, and it was the first time she saw Ye Yantai's hideous and terrifying look.
The original Ye Yantai had always been very kind and kind in front of her, even just before going out.
"Linglong, she is a magic demon, not your master anymore!" Ye Fan explained earnestly.
"No... I don't believe it. If my master is a demon, she would have shot at me as early as these days. How can you wait until now, Ye Fan, you must be wrong to blame her, it must be so..." Hearing Ye Fan's words , Ye Linglong became excited instantly and didn't want to believe it at all.
Ye Fan shook his head secretly, thinking about the best solution at the moment.
At this moment, "Ye Yantai" looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to find me so soon, but in the end, you are still not my opponent. My magical calculations, no one Comparable, quack!"
The hoarse voice of "Ye Yantai" was full of meaning, what if the clone was destroyed by Ye Fan? There is still his spiritual imprint on the source of the magical demon. As long as the source is immortal, the power is immortal, and the clone cannot be reshaped. Time issue.
"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Ye Fan slowly clenched his fist, his words full of anger.
"Kill, kill if you have the ability, but once you ruin my last power, then this old woman will undoubtedly die. By then, your little girlfriend will be sad, and I can't even break with you!"
Phantom's tone was yin and yang, and he glanced at Ye Linglong at the same time, and the meaning was self-evident.
The battle between Illusory Demon and Ye Fan has started since Ye Meng died. During this period, he had been searching for Ye Fan’s weakness, but he finally found that the young boy in front of him had a firm character, decisiveness and self-control. , There is almost no weakness at all, and in the end can only come up with the most inferior strategy to deal with his family and friends.
But sometimes, the seemingly inferior strategy is the most effective.
"Do you think you found my flaw?" Ye Fan coldly looked at the phantom in front of him, he had already heard everything in his proud tone.
Illusory Demon did not respond. After nodding proudly, she turned into a amiable appearance, and walked towards Ye Linglong step by step, pretending to be pitiful: "Girl, master raised you for so many years, now Ye Fan is going to kill me, do you want Did you watch the master die?"
Hearing this, Ye Linglong collapsed instantly and threw herself into Ye Yantai's arms and cried: "Master, I won't let you leave, nor will I swear to death!"
After that, Ye Linglong suddenly stood in front of Ye Yantai and said, "Ye Fan, I don't allow you to move my master at all. If you want to kill her, you just stepped over my body."
Ye Yantai rubbed Ye Linglong's hair caringly from the back, but the eyes that looked at Ye Fan were treacherous and proud.
"Despicable!" Ye Fan cursed secretly, but knowing Ye Linglong's stubborn temperament, he had to sink his heart to persuade: "Linglong, you should be more reasonable. The devil behind you is a barrier. Your master is no longer there, come here! "
"No, she is the only relative in this world. Whether she is a demon or a human, no one should ever hurt her, even if it's... you!" Ye Linglong seemed to have made up her mind, and Ye Yan raised her too since she was a child. , Gave her too much kindness, even if she fell into the devil way, she would never leave her.
This kind of behavior seems stupid, but it is true. No one can hate Ye Linglong, and can only be deeply helpless.
Seeing Ye Fan's gloomy expression, Fa Yuan took the lead to persuade him: "Ye Fan benefactor, what the Buddha said is true. A woman is a tiger. Please let go. The magical demon will not die, and the Northern Territory will perish!"
At this moment, things are not as simple as they thought they were when they came. The host of the Illusory Demon Spring is closely related to Ye Fan, and Fa Yuan and others are not good at doing things.
"Yes, Master Fayuan is justified. In the face of all right and wrong, the love of children still needs to be put aside. Please also consider the people of the Northern Territory!" Chu Tiange neither has the ability to deal with phantoms, nor dare to offend Ye. Fan, can only persuade at this moment.
The persuasion of the two made Ye Fan's face more gloomy. He was rarely threatened by others, but he was threatened by the phantom twice. The first time he relied on Shen Feng's existence to defeat the phantom army, but now, it is impossible. Two more Ye Yantai appeared.
"Illusory Demon, give you a chance to withdraw your source power from this body. I can temporarily stop killing you and allow you to find a new host!" Ye Fan almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence. He looked at Ye Linglong's face and made the biggest concession.
"Qua Ga, Ye Fan, do you think the demon is a fool? As long as this original power leaves, will you still let go of the demon? Now you have no choice, either let the demon leave with the body of this old woman, or ...Kill the demon!" Ye Yantai's voice was hoarse and gloomy, but he refused to give in a step and was full of confidence.
Let the magical demon leave with Ye Yantai's body, then this northern region can really change the sky, and if Ye Fan let go of the magical demon at this moment, he still can't kill Ye Yantai if he finds it.
In this case, why give the magic demon time to grow?
"Phantom! You have been looking for my flaws, but do you know what your biggest flaw is?" Ye Fan suddenly asked with a smile on his mouth.
"What?" Looking at Ye Fan's strange appearance, Illusory Demon asked subconsciously.
"It's arrogance, you are calculating everything. At this moment, it seems that you are holding a winning ticket. You think you are the key to pinching me. As everyone knows, among us, the real decision maker... is still me!" Ye Fan said lightly, but there was something in his eyes. A trace of killing intent flashed.
"What do you mean!" Illusory Demon was suddenly startled, but he couldn't believe it.
Ye Fan didn't answer any more, with a touch of blood in his hand, ferocious bloodthirsty had waited for a long time, and rushed towards "Ye Yantai" like a hungry tiger and a wolf.
"Ye Fan, you...you are so cruel..." The magical demon understood everything in an instant. Facing this moment, it instantly lost the appearance of holding a winning ticket, and its tone changed to trembling.
Once the source is destroyed, it will herald the complete disappearance of his clone in the Northern Territory, and it will be a big hit to the body by then, which can last for at least a hundred years of practice.