Chapter 1107: Huixian Wuzong

hiss!
Everyone was horrified, and they didn't expect Yang Fan to do it if he didn't agree with him, and he would kill him.
At this time, Yang Fan looked into the cross-border teleportation formation, and the dozens of people inside only felt as if they were being stared at by the gods of death.
"you!!"
A middle-aged guard walked out and pointed at Yang Fan, but didn't know what to say.
"Do you know who you killed?"
Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged guard tried to calm his breath.
"I'm not interested in knowing, please start the teleportation array."
Yang Fan nodded at the Lvye and others, stepping into the cross-border teleportation formation.
The middle-aged man deeply forgot Yang Fan's glance and said solemnly.
"He is the only child of an elder in the Alchemist Temple. That elder is a seventh-rank alchemist. He has an incompetent position in the temple and can mobilize the powerhouse at the peak of the Immortal Realm. You will be in the rest of your life. He survived under the chase of the Alchemist Temple."
"A seventh-rank elder in the Alchemist Temple in the mere district, just an ant. Only when the Supreme Saint comes will I give the temple a certain amount of respect."
Yang Fan is telling the truth. With his qualifications, sanctification is only a matter of time. What's more, Yang Fan is still a Ninth-Rank Alchemist. If he joins the Alchemist Temple, his status is absolutely high.
In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Yang Fan was just playing tricks.
"I'm very curious, you are also a person in the Alchemist Temple, why you tell me this, as if you wished me to escape the chase."
The behavior of the middle-aged had to make Yang Fan curious.
"What's the matter? My father has some grudges with the elder. His son is dead. Of course I am happy."
The middle-aged guard laughed.
"Are you not afraid of being retaliated by that elder?"
"Don't be afraid. Okay, I'm going to activate the formation, I hope I won't see you in the alchemist temple."
The middle-aged guard grinned, and then a jade talisman appeared in his hand, immortal power poured into it, and then the cross-border teleportation array was activated.
The majestic spatial fluctuations enveloped Yang Fan's group of people. After absorbing the spatial gems, Yang Fan could already feel the transmission channel linking the upper and middle continents.
As long as the realm is up, Yang Fan believes that without the need for this cross-border teleportation formation, he can travel between the two continents physically.
As everyone felt a tearing daring, those majestic spatial rules enveloped the entire teleportation array, and then under a burst of white light, Yang Fan and his party disappeared in the upper reaches of the continent.
I don't know how long it took, the white light in front of Yang Fan and the others disappeared. When they recovered their vision, they found that they had arrived in Zhongyou Continent.
It took another few minutes, relying on Yang Fan's terrifying strength, and the group of people sat on the cross-border teleportation array to the lower continent. There is no way, the lower and upper continents do not have a direct transmission formation, even if there is Yang Fan, they can't find it.
When the group of people stepped out of the teleportation formation, Yang Fan obviously felt the thinness of the spiritual energy of the lower continent. It is no wonder why the top forces chose to establish sects in the upper continent.
With such a thin fairy aura in the Lower Continent, no powerhouse of the fairy emperor realm could be born at all.
Closing his eyes, Yang Fan showed his spiritual sense, feeling something.
"What is Brother Yang doing, are you not used to this thin fairy aura anymore?"
Lord Lv looked up and down, wondering.
Behind Yang Fan, Haotian and Haoyue looked around, and they could also feel the lack of aura in the downstream continent, because they stayed in the upstream continent with ample aura for a long time, so they were not comfortable.
"I can't see that people were in the Lower Continent when they soared up, how could they not adapt to this thin aura."
The preacher disagreed, and looked at Yang Fan carefully, as if he wanted to see through what Yang Fan was thinking.
"found it."
At this moment, Yang Fan, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the east, where Immortal Wuzong was located.
As early as when Yang Fan stepped into the Lower Continent, he began to sense the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God located in Xianwuzong, but at that time there was a strong spatial fluctuation interference in the cross-border teleportation array. Even if he mastered the space avenue, Yang Fan did not sense it for a while. arrive.
So when the group of people left the central area of ​​the lower continent, Yang Fan immediately began to sense. After a few minutes of sensing, Yang Fan finally sensed a faint Fei Lei Shen coordinate.
It's just that the distance is too far, so low-level space spells like Fei Lei Shen can't go to Immortal Wuzong at all.
"Everyone touched each other, I want to take you directly to Xianwuzong."
Yang Fan's reincarnation eyes emerged, and the blood-colored eyes between his brows were opened, passing here directly, requiring a lot of pupil power and immortal power.
After a short while, everyone touched each other. After confirming that everyone was connected to himself, the pattern of the eye on Yang Fan's brow changed into a kaleidoscope shape of Uchiha's soil.
Shenwei!
The pupils of Yang Fan's three eyes shrank at the same time, and the majestic pupil power was concentrated on the eye between the eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, everyone felt that the whole body was wrapped in a terrible spatial force, and the whole person became distorted.
In less than three breaths, Yang Fan and the others twisted into a single point and disappeared.
At the same time, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared above the Immortal Wuzong, hundreds of millions of kilometers away, without the slightest concealment.
If it were changed to normal, this spatial fluctuation had just appeared, and immediately there would be a large number of elders of the Immortal Wuzong disciples. It's just that more than a dozen interest rates have passed since the emergence of this spatial fluctuation, and there is still no one coming over.
At this time, a small black swirling hole appeared in the direction of this spatial fluctuation, and the small hole grew bigger and bigger, and then Yang Fan and his party emerged from it.
"Um?"
As soon as Yang Fan stepped on the ground, he felt the chaotic aura around Dao, and the smell of blood filled the air. Looking around, there are ruins everywhere, most of the buildings have collapsed, the ground is pitted, and some places still retain golden blood.
"This is Xianwuzong? How do I feel like this place has just been demolished."
The lord looked curiously, he and the preacher only came to Immortal Wuzong once, and didn't stay there for a long time. I didn't recognize this place as Immortal Wuzong for a while.
"Sure enough, the Dragon Race has already been here."
Zeng Zhuojun's face was very ugly. In the hundreds of thousands of years in Xianwu Sect, he had regarded this place as his second home. Now that the home has been destroyed, he is very angry.
Whoosh whoosh...
At this moment, more than a dozen members of the Immortal Wuzong flew over, and Yang Fan knew who came, but it was the great elder Yanjun.
Yan Jun is a middle-aged man with a short beard. His strength has reached the ninth level of the Great Luojin Fairyland, and he is the mainstay of the Immortal Wuzong.
But today's Great Elder Yanjun is very embarrassed, his face is pale, and his clothes are brand new, but his breath is sluggish and his soul is not alive. It is like a continuous "war" for hundreds of rounds, and his body collapses.