Chapter 430: Escape the golden cicada

Are you going to hit me?
Xiao Fan showed a humble appearance, and looked at the strong Tianzun Demon Race playfully.
The powerful demon's face flushed, but he dared not say a word.
On the contrary, he wanted to kill Xiao Fan, avenge their dead sons and daughters, and turn around to give an explanation to the big figures in his own world.
But now, Yan Lang Demon Ancestor and the others are obviously impossible to give Xiao Fan to them.
Not only would they not be against Xiao Fan, but they would also protect Xiao Fan.
If Xiao Fan died, their saint son and daughter would have to be trapped in the ancestral grave.
"If you want to kill me, hurry up, what does Hawha do?" Xiao Fan stretched out his neck directly, as if he was not afraid of death.
Those strong demons gritted their teeth with hate, clenched their fists, and forcibly resisted the desire to shoot.
"Master, it's almost there." The old man Bianhuang couldn't see it, and he quickly whispered in secret.
Only then did Xiao Fan calm his mind, looked at Yan Lang Demon Ancestor, and said, "I can promise you that for those who are still alive, I can let them live out.
However, if you die in the ancestral tomb, you can't blame me, after all, you should also know that the ancestral tomb is full of danger. "
"Boy, don't talk so much nonsense, and follow me to the transfer platform of the Ancestral Burying Tomb." Yan Lang coldly snorted.
He secretly vowed in his heart that as long as the Emperor is rescued, he must be killed when he has a chance.
This kid is so annoying!
"Let's go." Xiao Fan waved his hand indifferently, showing no signs of worry.
"I'll accompany you." At this moment, the old man Bianhuang stood up with a solemn expression.
The previous Youtian Demon Race and the Short Demon Ancestor left immediately because they vowed and feared that Xiao Fan would trick them secretly.
However, Yan Lang Mozu and others would definitely not leave easily.
"No." Xiao Fan waved his hand and shrugged lazily: "How important is it that you want your great ancestor to accompany you? You old thing wants me to owe you favors, right?"
"Asshole thing, who do you think you are, dare to talk to Senior Bian Huang like this." Someone couldn't stand it anymore.
Your Xiao Fan's strength is good, and there are many ghost ideas.
But the old man in the borderland, how can you call it "the old thing" every bit?
However, what surprised them was that the old man Bianhuang didn't mean to blame at all, instead he licked his face and said, "Really not? They won't let you go."
"If you don't use it, don't use it, don't you believe me? The big deal is that I will enter the Ancestral Burying Tomb and never come out again." Xiao Fan said disapprovingly.
Without waiting for the old man's reaction, he flew directly towards Yan Lang Demon Ancestor without worry at all.
The old man Bianhuang frowned. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
But Xiao Fan had already said this, and he had no choice but to watch Xiao Fan leave.
Soon, Xiao Fan disappeared into the depths of the starry sky under the embrace of Yan Lang Demon Ancestor, and the frontier battlefield calmed down again.
"Is that kid stupid? He really left with the Mozu? He wouldn't think that the Mozu would let him go, would he?"
"It's estimated that the magic crystal is crazy. After asking for so many magic crystals, he even went to die. Fortunately, Senior Bian Huang helped him kindly, so he refused."
"This son is too arrogant, even if he is dead, he can't blame others."
With one word from you, monk Tianhuang, no one thinks that Xiao Fan will be able to come back alive.
It's a pity that this guy possesses so many magic crystals and rares, and he has a good demon clan.
If I knew it earlier, I should let that kid keep the things and save them for him. If he died, wouldn't these things belong to them?
The old man Bianhuang was also puzzled. With his understanding of Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan was definitely not a man who compromised with the demons.
"Isn't the master's memory fully restored yet, or that he is no longer who he used to be?" The old man Bianhuang pondered to himself.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then disappeared in place instantly.
When he appeared again, he was already in the palace where Xiao Fan had stayed before.
The old man Bianhuang was surprised that a figure that was as tall as a sword was standing in the hall, as if comprehending something.
"Master?" The old man Bianhuang called out directly.
Yes, the person in front of him is not someone else, but Xiao Fan.
But didn't Xiao Fan leave? How could he appear here?
He knew Xiao Fan's methods were extraordinary, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Send me back to Tianhuang." Xiao Fan said calmly.
"Master, who left with Yan Lang Demon Ancestor just now?" The old man Bianhuang was still a little curious and couldn't help asking, "Could it be your soul clone?"
"Not bad." Xiao Fan didn't hide it.
He is not a fool, so how could he really leave with the demons stupidly?
Even if he is now extraordinary in strength, he is not an opponent of the Saint Ancestor Realm. He is probably only kneeling when he meets Yan Lang Demon Ancestor.
In that case, Xiao Fan would naturally not come forward in person.
"But, you just now don't have the unique aura of a soul clone." The old man Bian Huang was even more puzzled.
Soul clone, after all, it's just a clone.
He is also a peerless Saint Ancestral Realm powerhouse anyway, how can he not even see the soul clone?
"I have a rough grasp of the art of divine carving, the two are fused, and are no different from a real person." Xiao Fan added.
This time he didn't tell the truth, because the fusion of the magic carving technique and the soul clone is impossible to be the same as a real person.
The reason why Xiao Fan's soul clone looks like a real person is that his powerful soul power really created a flesh and blood body, at least it looks like a real person.
The old man Bianhuang did not doubt Xiao Fan's words, but was a little worried: "If Yan Lang recognizes it, then..."
Before he could say you, he was interrupted by Xiao Fan's voice: "As long as they don't force me to actually do something, they won't be exposed, and they turn around and enter the ancestral buried tomb, they will definitely ignore my existence."
Seeing Xiao Fan's extremely confident look, the old man Bianhuang breathed a sigh of relief, not only was shocked by Xiao Fan's methods, but also shocked by his plan.
As long as Xiao Fan is alive, the Demon Race will find ways to get revenge.
But what if he died?
How can the powerful demons from all walks of life find a dead person to avenge?
Moreover, the body of this dead person will also enter the ancestral grave, they will not find it.
"Master, it's a good way to get rid of the golden cicada." The old man Bianhuang said with great emotion, "It's just that the sky will know how you enter the famine like this."
The next moment, Xiao Fan changed his face and turned into another face. The old man Bianhuang who looked at him secretly gave a thumbs up: "Jian Hongchen, this name has been useless for a long time."
Speaking of the name Jian Hongchen, Xiao Fan was a little emotional.
Now that the strange demon is thinking about it, Xiao Fan's name has been hidden for a while, and he can only act under the name Jian Hongchen temporarily. "I'll send you back to Tianhuang." The old man Bianhuang took a deep breath, waved his hand, and disappeared in place with Xiao Fan instantly.