Chapter 398: The Shocking Dragon Roar (Part 2)

In Yang Fan's vision, the picture in Tianlan Palace, which looked like a fairyland, disappeared, and his eyes were pitch black, and his body was filled with blood and blood, almost breaking his body and exploded.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the green life species in the body exerted its tenacious vitality, stabilizing the tumbling blood and gradually returning to normal.

The darkness and shattering in the vision, and the scenery in front of you seemed infinitely beautiful, making Yang Fan cherish and nostalgic for this life.

But at this moment, he was still a little dizzy, and a trace of green life flowed into his heart to repair the damaged soul.

Huh~~

After a long time, Yang Fan let out a long sigh, but his face still looked so pale.

It turned out that at that moment, he had almost experienced life and death and walked away from the gates of hell.

Looking not far away, the two or three high-level golden elixirs near the Qiling Qiongjiu Lake were bleeding from their seven orifices, lying quietly on the ground.

The dragon roar from the mysterious Seven Spirit Lake directly shocked these high-level golden elixirs to death.

Yang Fan discovered that all of these people had their souls scattered and died, which shows that the dragon roar just now contained a terrifying mental attack.

When the high-level Jindan approached the lake, Yang Fan felt a sign and sensed a fatal threat. Instead of approaching, he retreated.

Therefore, he was just shocked to his soul and his six senses disappeared in an instant, almost wandering between life and death.

The dragon roar from the Seven Spirit Lake shook hundreds of miles in the radius, causing countless creatures in the outer hall, including foreign cultivators, to be frightened.

"Dragon Roar? Is there a dragon in the outer hall of Tianlan?"

Many monks flew towards the direction where the dragon roar had just been heard.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, stepped back dozens of feet, and his body was a little staggering.

After just enduring the dragon roar, his soul was stunned for a moment and suffered some trauma.

Trauma at the soul level is extremely difficult to recover. Even if Yang Fan's recovery is terrifying, it is difficult to recover in this regard for a short time.

He retreated to a rockery, leaned on it, and adjusted his breathing cross-legged.

The soul attack from Long Yin was so terrifying. Even now, there was still a buzzing sound in his mind.

Yang Fan took out a few top-quality "Recovery Pills" from the storage bag and took it to himself.

The function of the God-Recovery Pill is to restore the mind and repair soul trauma. Generally, the God-Recovery Pill that can reach the top level is extremely rare in the world of immortal cultivation, and only a few high-level monks have it.

With the help of the recovery pill, Yang Fan's soul recovery speed increased a little.

"It seems that it will take half a day before my mind can recover."

Yang Fan estimated it and started meditating with confidence.

About a moment later, human cultivators and demon cultivators rushed towards this side one after another.

Yang Fan was prepared for a long time and used the magical power of "Illusion and Heaven to Turn into Immortality" to integrate himself with the rockery behind him.

If a monk's spiritual consciousness swept through Yang Fan at this moment, he would find that this was only part of the rockery.

Yang Fan was confident that his magical power of the illusion of heaven and the powerful Nascent Soul would find it difficult to find clues without carefully searching it. It would be even more impossible for the powerful Jindan to discover his existence.

While recuperating his mind, Yang Fan was also observing these elite strong men close to Qiling Lake.

Perhaps these monks dared not approach it easily because they felt the previous dragon roar and the few corpses lying near the lake.

"How did these people die? Could it be that it is related to Dragon Roar?"

The monks nearby began to guess.

"It's strange. Apart from the colorful spirit bead, no trace of the dragon clan was found in this lake."

The peacock demon was talking. She blinked her innocent eyes and stared at the colorful spirit beads in the lake, and she was a little lost.

"She is here too..."

When Yang Fan saw that it was a peacock demon, his expression changed slightly.

In addition, Wu Jin, the old man with white hair, Zi Xuan, Zi Meng and other strong men have also arrived.

As time went by, Yang Fan also saw some monks who had never seen in front of the bronze gate.

He even saw the traces of other great Jindan monks and great demon cultivators.

There are four entrances on the outer layer of Tianlan Palace, and some powerful men, Yang Fan, did not see them, which is very normal.

At one moment, another familiar graceful figure appeared in Yang Fan's vision.

Two Confucian monks were walking here. One of them was about 30 years old. He was wearing a blue robe and had an outstanding temperament. Yang Fan felt very familiar. He had seen it on Tianru Island and seemed to be named Lan Yu.

Another female Confucian scholar with a pleasant temperament was wearing a snow-white Confucian dress, as peaceful as a painting, with black eyebrows like a poem, and a delicate face like a plum in early winter, with a hint of melancholy.

What remains unchanged is the self-admiration that is untainted from the mud, and what changes is the eyes, which exudes a hint of indifference and coldness that looks down at the world.

"She's here too..."

Yang Fan's heart trembled.

In the field of vision, the figure of a man and a woman walking side by side, approaching little by little.

Deng Shuyao's elegant and refined figure approaches little by little.

In those peaceful and poetic beautiful eyes, there is no longer the tenderness and poetry of the past, but it is replaced by a touch of indifference to looking at the world indifferently.

Looking at these eyes, Yang Fan felt inexplicably painful. This feeling came from the heart, just like a touch of emotion, beyond common sense.

"Junior Sister Deng, the three of us entered the outer hall together. Senior Brother Huang was unfortunately killed before, and now the 'Seven Spirits Nectar' is born again. How should we choose?" the young man in blue robe asked with a worried look on his face.

"Since you have entered Tianlan Palace, Shiyao has sacrificed herself to death." Deng Shiyao's voice was dull, without any waves in ancient and modern times, and there was a transcendent aura on her body, as if she had truly achieved mercilessness.

Deng Shiyao and the young man in blue actually walked to the area where Yang Fan hid in the rockery.

The two of them turned their backs to Yang Fan, chatting while watching the situation not far away.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged, facing Deng Shiyao's back. The graceful curve full of temptation, even a back view was so imaginative.

Yang Fan sniffed the familiar fragrance of the woman, moved slightly, sighed sadly, and silently repaired the wounds in his mind.

Perhaps because of feeling something, Deng Shiyao suddenly turned her fairy body, her bright eyes swept through the rockery behind her, revealing a few confusion, and obviously she didn't find any clues.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment Deng Shiyao turned around and looked back, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Although it was certain that the other party could not have noticed him, Yang Fan was still a little worried about being discovered.

Roar--

Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the direction of Qiling Lake.

"ah--"

A scream came, and two level 4 demon cultivators all died.

It turned out that the two of them were close to Qiling Lake and wanted to use secret techniques and special magic weapons to absorb the nectar in the lake. As a result, they were shaken by the dragon's roar and died immediately.

The other monks close to Qiling Lake were injured one after another and were stunned in an instant, and even more so, they fainted directly.

"Ah! Not good!"

The terrifying dragon roar made the young man in blue robe look horrified, his body staggered, and he fell to the ground.

Deng Shiyao's fairy body retreated repeatedly and actually hit Yang Fan's body. Her whole soft body fell on Yang Fan and the rockery.

Yang Fan's mind was shaken. In order not to be seen through, he had to let Deng Shiyao lean on his shoulders and head.

In fact, the art of illusion and transformation into emptiness can hide the six senses. Even if Deng Shiyao leans on Yang Fan, she thought she was leaning on the rockery.

But she felt a little strange.

"The material of this rockery is a bit strange."

She stretched out her jade hand and just touched Yang Fan's face, and then took it back.

At this moment, a dragon roar shocked the audience.

All the strong monks and monks were afraid of the Seven Spirit Lake, and even the great monks dared not to beat him.

In the next hour, several monks and demon cultivators successively used other means to absorb nectar.

A monk sent a spirit beast to pick up the green gourd containing nectar before. As soon as the spirit beast touched the gourd, it was shocked to death by the dragon's roar.

There were also talented demon cultivators who used their magical techniques to capture the gourd in the air with their spiritual power. As a result, the dragon roar sounded, and even though the demon cultivator was far away, he vomited blood, suffered a severe injury and almost died.

Of course, some monks sent out lifeless puppet organ beasts, etc. to steal lake water or pick up the gourd. As a result, the dragon roar sounded, and the owner, who was connected to the spirit of the puppet organ beast, immediately vomited blood and injured severely. Even the trace of spiritual refining disappeared, making the puppet organ beast a masterpiece.

Everyone has tried all the methods that can be thought of, but none of them failed.

Every time the dragon roar sounds, at least one high-level death or severely injured.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up when he saw the last high-level Jindan and sent a puppet to pick up the gourd.

Suddenly, he had a plan.

Yang Fan had an idea to pick up the gourd containing the seven-spirit nectar.

However, with so many strong people present now, once he succeeds, he may become the focus of everyone.

But soon, he had another plan.
To be continued...