Chapter 395 Peacock Demon

The power of the two powerful people burst out with a bang, immediately dispersing the other high-level battles, and powerful momentum surged throughout the audience.

The old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator of Qin all showed surprise on his face, while the cold and arrogant demon cultivator showed surprise on his face.

Yang Fan's body leveraged the powerful aftermath and flew several feet into the air. He stepped on the wall and landed on the ground. At this time, the right hand holding the Xuanyin Baofan in his hand returned to normal from the numbness and pain.

Then he flipped over the air and removed most of his strength without being injured.

“Huh?”

The peacock demon shook slightly, fixed her body, and she let out a light exclaim, a little surprised.

Her attack just now was rapid and powerful, containing a certain amount of talent. Even if an ordinary Jindan cultivator takes action, he will suffer a small loss.

But Yang Fan was safe and sound after taking this attack.

Thinking of this, the peacock demon's expression sank again, and another red feather appeared in his hand.

In this way, she had two similar feathers.

Swish!

She slashed two green and red feathers at the same time, and a turbid cyclone of violent storm rushed towards Yang Fan, which was twice as powerful as before. A terrifying and depressing aura made the old man surnamed Jin and others look trembling.

"Not good!" Yang Fan's body immediately condensed into a "grass armor" made of dead green silk thread, and his body rushed towards the distance. At the same time, the Xuan Yin Bao Fan waved and the steel seal-like fan shape hit out.

This time, the intertwined violent cyclone of wind and fire seemed like an invincible army, first passing by the young man in brocade robe.

"ah--"

The young man in brocade robe screamed, and the shield of the defensive magic weapon was torn apart in an instant, and one arm broke inch by inch.

Immediately, a strange high temperature, accompanied by the strong wind of the powder and gold shattered iron, invaded his body.

The old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator surnamed Qin were on the edge of the attack range. In addition to being frightened, they had already used defensive magic weapons. The light shields around them made a "squeaking" sound, shaking.

Just as Yang Fan's attack was fighting with the Wind and Fire Cyclone, two "clicks" sounds, the defense shields of the old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator surnamed Qin were torn apart and were knocked away together.

Bang bang!

The two were injured and frightened.

He turned to the young man in brocade robe, his body was shattered from the inside out, and even his entire body was left.

"Peacock Feather!!! The old man surnamed Jin was shocked: "What is your relationship with the Peacock King..."

At the same time, the violent and hot cyclone of wind and fire tore the shadow of the steel seal and half of the remaining power rushed over.

Bang!!

Yang Fan used the force to pop out several feet, and the green grass armor around him melted and shattered in a slight way, but he recovered and repaired at an astonishing speed.

Swish-

He flew to the second floor of the ancient tower with his force, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

However, before disappearing, Yang Fan's figure staggered in the air. Obviously, the previous attack still exceeded his limit...

"Your Highness, he has gone upstairs. You can't let this person take the lead." The cold and arrogant demon cultivator exclaimed.

"Chase!"

The peacock demon sneered, shot upwards quickly, and turned around and said lightly: "The remaining two will be left to you to solve."

"Yes." The Leng Ao Transformed Demon Cultivator sacrificed a handful of long hairs lingering in the lightning and pointed at the two of them obliquely, "Look at how long you can last!"

At the same time, there was a sound of fighting on the second floor of the ancient tower, but after a moment of calmness returned to peace.

However, the cold and arrogant cultivator turned into a demon cultivator and fought with the old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator surnamed Qin, and it was difficult to decide the outcome for a while.

The old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator surnamed Qin saw that there was no movement on the second floor, and they couldn't help but worry about Yang Fan's life and death.

The Peacock Demon's strength is really too strong, far beyond their imagination. Even if a great monk of the same level comes in person, it will be difficult for her to hold on for a while.

Even if the man in the brocade robe was not dead, the Leng Ao Yao Cultivator would not take action and would probably be difficult to defeat him if he gathered the power of four or five people.

"There is movement over there, come and take a look...

At this moment, several human monks and demon cultivators were coming here nearby, all of whom were rushing towards this side.

"Stop fighting!"

The peacock demon's scolding came from the second floor of the ancient tower.

"Yes." The young man withdrew several feet quickly.

At the same time, on the second floor of this ancient tower.

Yang Fan and the Peacock Demon confronted each other from afar, and the room was silent, as if nothing had happened.

This is the same room filled with ancient jade slips. The difference is that the number of jade slips here is much smaller, and the house decoration is more exquisite and elegant.

"Haha, little peacock, if you continue to kill, it will only attract more people. Besides, do you think you can kill me, Yang in a short time?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, the green halo was rippling all over his body, and the green grass armor was restored to its original state again.

"Hmph." The little peacock demon pouted his little mouth, snorted coldly, and said with an unwilling look on his face: "I just used the power of the second feathers, and I will beat you to escape from the wind. If I use the power of the third feathers..."

"Just?" Yang Fan said disrespectfully: "If you can easily exert the power of the Three Feathers, you will not be a level 4 demon cultivator, but a real level 5 transformation powerhouse."

Just now, the Peacock Demon used the power of a green feather to compete with the great Jindan monk. When he used the two green and red feathers, he was far superior to the average Jindan monk and even surpassed the edge of the Nascent Soul-level power.

The power of the second feather almost exceeded the limit of the high-level Golden Pill, and was enough to look down on one's own, making Yang Fan feel embarrassed.

If you still have the power of three feathers, you will step into the advanced level of the Nascent Soul.

Therefore, Yang Fan guessed that the peacock demon would definitely not be able to use the power of the three feathers easily.

"What do you want?" The peacock demon said angrily, with a glimmer of light on her head, and her eyes, which were as bright as crystal gems, also began to look at Yang Fan carefully.

"Didn't you ask your subordinates to truce the battle?" Yang Fan said lightly: "But some people are still attracted."

At this moment, four more human monks and three high-level demon cultivators broke into the ancient tower and stepped onto the second floor.

Two of them caught Yang Fan's attention. They were a young man and a woman wearing purple shirts, and they were the two women Zi Xuan and Zi Meng mentioned by Ouyang Fengxiang.

"It's her... the little girl of the Peacock King." When Zi Xuan and Zi Meng saw Queen Peacock Queen, they couldn't help but exchanged glances, with a few traces of horror in their eyes.

However, they also looked at Yang Fan who was confronting the peacock demon in surprise.

"Who is this person? Do you want to use the mid-stage Jindan cultivation to compete with the little peacock who is close to the Nascent Soul stage?"

But depending on the situation, the Peacock Prince seemed to be a little afraid of the young man in the middle stage of the Golden Pill...

This situation made Zi Xuan and Zi Meng and his brother confused.

Afterwards, the monks and demon cultivators all climbed to the second floor and quickly divided into two camps.

The demon cultivator, without a doubt, was headed by the peacock demon, and looked surrender.

"Hmph!" The little peacock demon proudly raised his beautiful and quiet cheeks, looked at Yang Fan with his eyes slanted, as if saying: "I have so many subordinates, let's see how you fight me?"

On the contrary, there is no prestigious candidate for human monks for the time being.

Because there was no Jindan monk present.

Yang Fan's eyes turned, he stepped back without hesitation, and looked at Zi Xuan with a smile, Zi Meng and his brother and sister: "The two fellow Taoists are disciples of the 'Ziying Saint Lord', who are good at fighting together, and they can beat the great monks of the same level by joining forces. Yang is not talented, and hopes that in this ancient tower, the two can preside over the overall situation for me and humanity."

"The disciples of the Purple Infant Holy Lord... are stronger than the great monks of the same level?"

The other three or four high-level Jindans, including the old man surnamed Jin and the female cultivator surnamed Qin, all looked at Zi Xuan and Zi Meng with fear and awe.

The Saint of Ziying is a powerful person in the inner sea. Everyone knows it and knows it. His reputation is second only to the twelve Supreme Powerful Ones.

Zi Xuan and Zi Meng both turned red, and the former quickly explained: "This fellow Taoist is too proud and is too powerful to surpass the great monks of the same level, so I really dare not!"

However, Yang Fan's words and the awe-inspiring eyes of the Jindan still made them look fluttering.

"Fellow Daoist Zi, Miss Zi, I hope that the two fellow Taoists can preside over the overall situation for us human monks."

The other monks sent their divine senses to the sound.

With a "slam" sound, all the human monks stood behind Zi Xuan and Zi Meng.

"This peacock demon with a perverted strength, let you deal with it..."

Yang Fan hid behind and was secretly happy. So far, not many people knew his true strength. Even if Peacock Demon and others knew their strength, they would at most regard him as a great Jindan monk.

"Since that's the case, it's better to obey your orders than respect..."

Finally, Zi Meng and Zi Xuan became the leader of the human cultivator camp under the "what everyone hopes for".

As for Yang Fan, he doesn't want to expose his strength too much and attract attention for the time being, and hides behind the scenes for the time being.

On the side of the monster, the peacock demon looked at Yang Fan with a strange look, and the corner of his mouth slightly pursed. The cold and apologetic demon cultivator beside her also looked at Yang Fan with a strange look and said to her, "Isn't this person the most powerful person on the side of human cultivator?"

In his mind, he could be at least as good as a great Jindan monk who was safe and sound under the pursuit of the Peacock Prince.

"Report to Your Highness, the flaws on the first floor of the ban were temporarily repaired by me with my magical powers, and the entire tower was also covered by me with my illusion. Unless the great demon cultivator of the same level approached, it would be difficult to find and the sounds here would not be heard."

A demon cultivator with two wings on his back walked to the peacock demon and reported.

"Okay, very good." The Peacock Demon nodded and ordered: "Search! Since there is a flaw in the restriction, I don't believe that there is nothing that can be taken away in this entire tower."
To be continued...