Chapter 1065: Battle the ghosts

After all, the majestic spirit guard was actually released, and deliberately did not sweep this coercion over Yang Fan's group.
The other monks only felt a huge pressure covering their whole body, making it difficult to breathe and move.
"Tenth Floor of the Immortal Emperor Realm!!!"
Although the coercion of the guardian did not cover Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao still felt it. He saw his pupils shrink, looking at the guardian as if looking at a monster.
The Lvye and his party looked at each other and slightly noticed the abnormality. Although they didn't understand what had happened, they were gratifying in their hearts.
As the inheritor of Xuanyuanlong, Yang Fan knew the meaning of this so-called check-through assessment from the moment he met the gaze of the guardian. However, with the arrival of Yang Fan, these people are destined to be just NPCs for Yang Fan on his way through the barrier.
To put it bluntly, from the moment Yang Fan appeared here, the successor's quota had been predetermined. The reason why this completely meaningless process of passing through the barriers is necessary is just to confuse the outside world, otherwise it is very likely that there will be strong people before Yang Fan grows up.
The prohibition of this secret place of inheritance can only resist the quasi-sage-level powerhouse. If a saint comes, it will be broken every minute, and the resources in it will be wiped out.
Therefore, this is why Yang Fan is willing to play with these people.
The words of the guardian did not make other monks feel afraid. Those who can come here are all determined people. In order to become stronger, this danger is totally worth it.
After about ten breaths, the watchman nodded slightly when seeing no one standing up, and then with a big wave of his hand, a black light was released from his hand, and then quickly spread to the surroundings.
Within a moment, with the guardian as the center, millions of ghosts and immortals appeared out of nowhere.
Everyone of these ghosts and immortal tribes exudes death energy, and their strengths are uneven. The weakest is only the Celestial Wonderland, and the strongest has reached the peak of the Immortal Venerable Realm.
Perhaps knowing the strength of these people, the spirit guard did not summon the ghost and immortal clan of the fairy emperor realm, otherwise only one would be needed. When Mr. Zhao didn't make a move, everyone was going to die.
Roar!
Millions of ghosts and immortals rushed towards the monks frantically like sharks smelling blood.
Guixian tribes are different from ghouls and zombies. The latter two are based on individuals, without ethnic groups, that is, they work alone, and sometimes they kill each other and devour each other to strengthen themselves.
But the Guixian clan is different. They have already opened up their wisdom and become a brand new race, knowing that they want to focus on racial interests.
The guardian looked at Yang Fan vaguely, and disappeared in the next second.
Five hundred to millions, even Spartan warriors must be timid, not to mention that the proportion of strong ghosts and immortals is not low. The two sides fought together, and even though the monks had the upper hand for a while, it was just the surface, the real Guixian clan experts hadn't done anything yet.
Unlike ordinary battles, the ghosts and immortals belong to Yin, so if you want to cause damage to them, it is best to use Yang attribute spells. Normal spells will reduce their power to some extent. This caused a large number of monks to be injured within an hour of the beginning of the battle, and some unlucky ones were invaded by the dead spirit of the Guixian tribe, causing their combat power to plummet, and finally died in the mouth of the Guixian tribe.
"Zeng Zhuojun, this battle seems to be against you."
At this time, Zhan Tiancheng, Xiao Chenquan, and Zeng Zhuojun chose to fight the Guixian clan on the edge of the battlefield, but because Zeng Zhuojun was a monk who practiced Shangsanlu, his proud method of close combat was actually right. His burden.
Zeng Zhuojun frowned. Indeed, as Zhan Tiancheng said, the means of close combat became his weakness, and he was very passive when dealing with the special race of the Guixian tribe.
Bang!
A Taiyi Golden Immortal-level Guixian Clan secretly came behind Zeng Zhuojun, but was discovered by Zeng Zhuojun, and he shot it out with a powerful palm, shooting the ghost and immortal clan to death.
And in the place where the ghost and immortal clan disappeared, a jet-black pill appeared out of thin air with a strong death energy on it. Yang Fan looked intently and found that it was a ghost condensed from the death energy left by the ghost and immortal clan. Qi pill, ordinary monks will instantly be contaminated by a large amount of dead Qi and die.
But this is the favorite of practitioners who practice Yinxie Gong.
"Great Devouring Technique!"
Lord Lu and the preacher also chose to be on the edge of the battlefield. The strength of the Guixian clan here is relatively weak. With the preacher's formation skills, the two guys have a great time.
The Lure Lord’s big swallowing technique swallowed hundreds of Guixian tribes in one bite. Yang Fan was very curious about what the lord’s belly was made of. It swallowed the Guixian tribe without any side effects.
Ice Curse·Extreme Ice Flame!
Ice Curse·Hand of God!
Ice Curse...
Bing Xingwen and the others also took action, but they were facing more than a dozen immortal king-level ghost immortals.
Perhaps it is because the Ice God Curse contains the avenue of ice, the ghosts and immortals who originally belonged to the yin attribute are more afraid of this extremely cold ice avenue.
It was just a face-to-face encounter. Any ghost clan who came into contact with the Ice God Curse was instantly beaten to death, and the strength was not as powerful as imagined.
Long Teng Nine Changes!
Just as Yang Fan admired the battle between the two sides, the second prince Ye Yanghua heard the voice behind him.
Yang Fan turned his head to look, and saw that the majestic immortal power in Ye Yanghua's hand surged and gathered in the palm of his hand, forming a golden five-clawed dragon, with a total of nine.
Nine dragons surrounded Ye Yanghua's body, and the sacred aura enveloped him, so that the ghosts and immortals who were full of sinisters could not get close, and the weak ones turned into ashes on the spot.
"Brother Qilin, Bibi will see who of us kills more, how about?"
Duan Qide was indifferent, and the weak ghosts were strangled by the surrounding formations before they even touched Duan Qide.
"Nothing at all, boring."
"Next time, I will give you half of the food, if you lose, you will give me half."
Duan Qide lures them to profit.
The Qilin ancestor's eyes lit up and said.
"This is what you said, don't go back then."
The ancestor of the unicorn laughed loudly. Without a word, he rushed directly to the ghosts and immortals. When he rushed past, the majestic road of fire swept these ghosts and immortals, clearing a clearing for a time.
"There are already three hundred, Duan Qide, it seems you are hopeless."
The corner of Duan Qide's mouth raised, revealing a successful conspiracy smile.
"why are you laughing?"
Yang Fan noticed and asked.
"I didn't say to give him that kind of food."
Duan Qide was triumphant, a piece of dried meat appeared in his hand, and he broke it in half decently, indicating that this was the victory of the ancestor of Qilin.