Chapter 932: It's so close

The reincarnation gate was hit by Yang Fan's palm. Without relying on the reincarnation plate, it suddenly expanded by more than ten times, and its power was more than ten times greater than the last time.

And this time, almost all the power of "achieve the fruit with one's own body" and "sealing the ninth level" was drained.

"ah……"

Xingjia's immortal soul and the spiritual will of the Demon Lord who came to him made a cry of shock, full of infinite despair and unwillingness.

The "light gate" bursting in front of Yang Fan's palm released a powerful mysterious power. Without struggling for a moment, he dragged Xing Jia's immortal soul into half.

The spiritual will of the Demon Lord was also pulled out of his body and pulled to the edge of the light gate, which was difficult to resist.

"Well..."

The light gate trembled and dragged Xing Jia's immortal soul in, and the shouts came to an abrupt end.

At the same moment, Yang Fan felt that the vortex of the cyclone fruit trembled in the space of the samsara fruit, reaching the world, and Xing Jia's soul flashed from it, extremely weak, floating in the world of the samsara fruit.

"It's true? Then the deduction of the next realm of 'Fruit Period' is true..."

Yang Fan looked happy, everything was still expected.

Xing Jia's soul did not enter the six realms of reincarnation and was constrained in the "reincarnation" controlled by Yang Fan himself.

——This also verifies Yang Fan’s deduction of the next realm.

Wow~~

Taking advantage of Yang Fan's moment of loss of his mind, the Demon Lord's spiritual will developed a space resistance and actually struggled to return to his broken body.

Yang Fan was about to stop him, but he felt a crisis coming from behind.

"Tsk tsk...I'm also a member of this game."

The ugly-faced evil man shook his body, and a ball of magic flames condensed from his palms, and ten faint lights appeared inside, and black lights sounded in each dark light...

Nine Nether Demon Flames, no... Ten Nether Demon Flames!!

Yang Fan's heart was thunderous. The person in front of him actually practiced the Netherworld Demon Flame to the extreme, completely surpassing the limitations of human world martial arts.

The power of this demonic flame is completely different from the Nine Nether Demonic Art in the Human World Chapter. It attacks from behind and causes Yang Fan to have a crisis.

He took a deep breath and had to stroke with one hand, turn the direction of the reincarnation door, aiming at the ten ghost demon flames!!

not good!!

The ugly evil man was shocked when he saw Yang Fan's reincarnation gate facing him. He wanted to take it back with the help of his power, but it was too late.

Pooh~~~

The reincarnation door shook, and a huge suction force pulled the Ten Nether Demon Flames into it.

Those who practice the Nine Nether Demonic Art, the demonic flame is the true fire condensed by the original energy. This time it is sucked away, which makes the ugly-faced evil man pale and his vitality greatly damage.

Swish-

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the spiritual will of the Demon Lord dominated Xingjia's broken body and flew towards the teleportation entrance in the Nixian Palace.

Want to run?

Yang Fan was ready to operate the forbidden ring.

However, Xing Jia's body suddenly floated up on the spot and faded little by little, disappearing out of thin air from the Nixian Palace.

Yang Fan was stunned, not understanding what was going on.

"Return to the Demon Realm?"

The ugly-faced evil man showed a strange look and said to himself: "This Yang Fan is indeed amazing. He actually drove the spiritual will of the Demon Lord Xing Tian back to the Demon Realm. However, this body carries the blood of the Immortal..."

Before he knew it, an elusive and evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Yang Fan turned to stare at the ugly-faced evil man and glared at him.

At the last critical moment, if this ugly-faced evil man had not been interfered with, he would be sure to pull the spiritual will of the Demon Lord Xing Tian into the door of reincarnation together.

At this moment, Yang Fan's vitality was severely damaged, and the ugly-faced evil man was not much better.

"Who are you? Why do you occupy the body of Wuyou Demon Emperor?"

Yang Fan took a deep breath, stared at the ugly-faced evil man, and stood in front of Hu Fei without hesitation.

This ugly-faced evil man gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

Hu Fei's injuries were not serious, but his energy and soul power was exhausted and he was completely exhausted.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The ugly evil man looked at him calmly: "What's important is that the game is not over yet. Only the two of us are truly capable of fighting for the 'reverse blood'."

Game...Reverse God Blood!!

Yang Fan tried his best to calm himself down, but he could not erase the doubts in his heart.

He could feel that the ugly-faced evil man deliberately attacked him, allowing Xing Jia's body occupied by the spiritual will of the Demon Lord to escape, and took away the blood of the Negative Immortal.

But the question is, what are the benefits of doing this to an ugly and evil man?

——For this reason, the evil-faced evil man's Ten Demon Flames were swallowed by the Reincarnation Gate, and his own vitality was greatly damaged.

Yang Fan stared at him quietly, secretly circulating his senses to sense the secret of heaven.

However, the truth about the secret of heaven was blocked by a terrible force, and he could not calculate the origin of this person.

In the empty palace of the Immortal, Yang Fan and the ugly-faced evil man were confronted from afar.

Both of them were seriously injured in their vitality and did not dare to take action easily.

Yang Fan was not sure to kill the unfathomable opponent.

He thought in his heart that this person was probably related to the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, or was possessed by a demon.

At this moment, an entrance was opened deep in the Nixian Palace.

Swish-

The afterimage flashed, and the ugly-faced evil man rushed towards the entrance.

Yang Fan's face turned stern, and he slapped Hu Fei with one hand, allowing him to enter the Xianhong space, and then quickly chased him.

Through the entrance, the two stepped onto a path, and a vast and infinite blood palace appeared in the fog in the distance.

The entire Blood Hall seemed to be able to understand the world and its size was impossible to estimate.

Whoosh!!

The two of them quickly accelerated and quickly flew to the end of the entrance to the trail, with the huge blood palace nearing the sight.

In front of the Blood Hall, an old stone tablet towering into the clouds is engraved with three vast and infinite ancient seal scripts: the Temple of the Shrine.

——The Temple of the Negative!!

Yang Fan's breathing was squeezing. The ugly-faced evil man looked at him with a serious expression, as if he had made some decision.

As soon as the two approached the Blood Hall, blood was flowing on the stone tablet, and an elegant and wise man in blood robe appeared.

“Huh?”

Yang Fan was shocked and suspicious. This time it was not Hua Yanmei who appeared.

The man in the blood robe wore a strange frame on the bridge of his nose, and crystal-like glass mirrors were inlaid on both sides of the left and right, just blocking his eyes, and a strange blue light appeared in the sun. There was a bracket on both sides of the frame, which was placed on his ears, which was very strange.

Under the transparent glass mirror frame, a pair of eyes, wise and indifferent, looked at the two people in front of the temple and said in a fair and indifferent voice:

"For me, the clone of the emperor... for the two destined people, we will guide the opening of the "Shen Temple of Rebellion".

As he finished speaking, a loud "boom" sound came from the vast and boundless Blood Hall, as if coming from the ancient world.

Yang Fan felt a daze and opened a door thousands of feet high in the Blood Palace in front of him.

Huh~~~

The romantic naturally poured into it. Facing this unprecedented hall, Yang Fan felt as small as an ant.

The man in the blood robe floated down and reached out to push the frame glass mirror on the bridge of his nose, leading the way in front.

Yang Fan and the ugly-faced evil man dared not act rashly and followed slowly.

The moment he stepped into the temple of the God, Yang Fan realized again that the grand scene in front of him gave him the illusion of entering the secret realm of the Nine Nethers and facing the illusion of the Blood Sun Palace again:

The three of them stepped on the thick and ancient temple floor.

Above the main hall space, the blood-colored galaxy spans the heaven and earth, and nine bloody suns appear. The direction of "eight directions and one heart" is arranged slowly and moved in an unpredictable way.

Under the galaxy and the nine-wheeled blood sun, the body of this ancient hall is tens of thousands of feet high.

The Temple of the Negative Temple and the Blood-colored Galaxy do not blend with each other, and form a world of its own.

Yang Fan and the others followed the emperor's clone and slowly walked into the depths of the Temple of Rei.

The hall was too big, and everyone walked aimlessly, silently each other, and didn't know how long they had been away, but the scene in front of them had not changed yet.

Da da! Da da da!

The black leather boots under the feet of the Emperor's clone were unique in shape. Walking on the ground, it made a crisp and rhythmic echo.
To be continued...