"Crack."

A burst of mental power came, and the protective cover formed by Yang Fan tried his best to shrink several times under the influence of powerful external forces. The joints of the body swayed, and it felt like a stone weighing 108,000 kilograms was pressing on the body. The body was so heavy that it seemed as if there was not even the strength to move the fingers.

The other party was very strong, very strong. Yang Fan had already made a judgment when he saw the other party for the first time. Even though he knew that the feeling of carrying a mountain on his body was false, the feeling conveyed by the senses everywhere on his body was so real, and his every move was subjected to an invisible restriction.

My legs began to bend unconsciously, and my spine no longer seemed as straight as I wanted to start.

Every second of time passed, he felt a little more stressed on his body, and now he almost felt the illusion of being unstable.

"I won't admit defeat so easily."

There were already many sweat beads on Yang Fan's forehead, his eyelids were pounding unnaturally, and his mind was dizzy. He understood that this was a characteristic that only when the mental power was consumed was too high.

He bit his tongue hard, and the huge pain restored his head to a lot of clarity, and even his body relaxed a lot. Taking advantage of this little time, he tried hard to squeeze every controllable mental power to replenish it into the barrier.

Persist, persist, and only when the other party is weak or backfired can he gain a glimmer of hope.

Under the shadow of death, more and more uncontrollable gray mental forces in the consciousness world actively integrate into the white area, barely supporting the crumbling line of defense.

The high priest gradually became shocked from the beginning when he was careless and guided his juniors.

10% or 20% until he used more than 50% of his mental power. The young man opposite, who seemed to be crushed by adding another straw from the beginning, could actually persevere.

The potential of this young man far exceeded his expectations. He is probably even more terrifying than the genius of the Xingli clan. He is really a terrifying young man.

However, at present, all the other party can do is limited to this.

The high priest's eyes were like a torch. From the changes in the other party's expression and spiritual fluctuations, he knew that he was about to reach his limit. Although he didn't know where the other party's huge mental power came from, he could clearly feel that this power seemed not to be controlled by the other party. If this temptation continues, the other party's spirit might collapse directly.

Yang Fan is currently facing such a situation where he is difficult to survive and drinks poison to quench his thirst. Although he knows that he can't control the gray mental power that he still cannot control, the consequence will inevitably be indigestion, which is very likely to endanger his life.

But at this moment, there was no room for him to let go. He died before and after. He would rather die more vigorously and actively increase the absorption and transformation of those gray spiritual energy.

With the wisdom of the high priest, he naturally understood that no matter what he said at this moment, the other party would not believe it, so his eyes flashed again, and a second spiritual thorn condensed, but the target of his attack was to point to the little loli.

"Bastard." Yang Fan was really angry when he saw the other party facing the little girl's hand that had no power to fight back. But before he could do anything, his body instantly solidified, and the sound of "scrambling" like a broken glass was constantly replaying in his mind.

It turned out that the other party was waiting for him at the moment when he was distracted. He suddenly increased the attack power of his mental power and instantly broke through the mental barrier he had struggled to support.

Failed...

Is it awaiting him a death or a puppet-like life, or a shell without thoughts?

Yang Fan felt as if he was in a vast and boundless black space, with no light around him, as if he was abandoned by the whole world. But surprisingly, in his heart, there was no anxiety, doubt, fear, etc., but rather an extremely calm.

A white light shook through the darkness and accurately shone on Yang Fan's body.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise under the bath of the white light.

Without any pain, a lot of information poured into his mind.

Time passed slowly, and after digesting this information, Yang Fan finally opened his eyes.

"Thank you." He bowed respectfully at the old man in front of him. Only then did he realize that he had made an erratic incident, and the other party just wanted to convey some information that was conducive to communication between the two parties to him.

In particular, there is also a skill that he needs to actively use his mental power to communicate with others at the end, which is a skill he urgently needs.

"The young wizard is very good, much stronger than I thought." This time the high priest did not use his mental power anymore, but instead said in the common language of the underground world.

wizard?

If you remember correctly, this is the second time the other party calls him that. Is this a name for the demon hunter in the underground world?

As for the next sentence, it is easy to understand. Is this a compliment to yourself?

Yang Fan remained silent. Before he could clarify his ideas, it would be better to speak less and listen more.

"I know you're curious about what my intention was to bring you. It's actually very simple. After listening to Andrea's description, I really want to meet the little girl in your arms."

After hearing the other party's words, Yang Fan subconsciously hid the little loli in his arms behind him. This was not to say that he was worried that the other party would hurt the little loli, but a subconscious action. With the other party's strength, if he really wanted to be unfavorable to both of them, he would probably not have waited until now.

"Through my investigation of the little girl just now, I can finally confirm something. She is the saint whom people of all ethnic groups have been looking for for tens of thousands of years." When he said this, the high priest Gu Jing Wubo's face became excited, his silver eyebrows trembled slightly, and his tone increased a lot, and his expression seemed to be like a devout believer who saw the god he believed in.

"Saint?" Yang Fan's expression was extremely strange at this time, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a word that is ridiculous.

Well, he didn't know whether the other party had been looking for it for tens of thousands of years. He only knew that the little loli would never have any connection with the underground world.

In order to find relatives for the little loli, he collected a lot of information about the little loli, all of which showed that he was just an innocent, cute and carefree little girl before the outbreak of the insect tide, and his parents were also an ordinary pair.

"Sorry, I've lost my composure just now. It's really too important for us to see the saint's appearance. She will become the co-lord of the nine Li tribes underground. This is extremely important for us who are about to exterminate the clan."

"Nine Li tribes?"

"From your dress and your words, you don't seem to belong to our world. Did you come in from the surface?"

The high priest's words did not surprise Yang Fan. This was an obvious matter. The differences between them were too obvious, which easily made people have some associations. So he did not deny it, and he still looked like he listened.

"If you guessed correctly, you are all descendants of Gongsun. I didn't expect you to see visitors from the surface world in your lifetime." A look of either sigh or remembrance appeared in the high priest's eyes, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Gongsun clan, Gongsun Xuanyuan, Jiuli clan...

Oh my God, are these people from the underground world all the Jiuli people who migrated from ancient times to the underground world?

Yang Fan's history is average, and he knows very little about the Jiuli tribe. He only knows that after being defeated by Emperor Xuanyuan, some of them defected to the emperor's tribe, while some of them escaped to the deep mountains in the south, and they seemed to be the ancestors of the Miaoyi tribes and other tribes.

This is probably recorded in history. Unexpectedly, some of the Jiuli people fled to the underground world. Yang Fan secretly speculated that he didn't know how this Jiuli people survived in the crisis-ridden underground world.

"According to the ancient stone carvings, there were some tribes of the nine Li tribes, eighty-one branches, who were unwilling to accept the notice from Emperor Xuanyuan. By chance, they discovered this vast and boundless underground world and decided to migrate here.

At first, the tribesmen had the idea of ​​revenge after accumulating strength, but with the exploration of the underground world and the death of the older generation, the rest of the tribesmen discovered that except for the inability to see the sun, moon and stars, the products in the underground world were no less than those on the surface, so they gradually lost the idea of ​​returning to the surface world.

Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, and in this comfortable environment, the population of all ethnic groups has increased by hundreds or thousands of times, but even so, it is still impossible to reach the end of the underground world. Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and lives a beautiful and happy life.

Until one day, overwhelming insects swept from the deepest part of the earth, attacking the people of all races frantically.

The hundreds of years of comfortable environment made the brave and warlike Jiuli people lose their former bravery. A large number of people died tragically under the claws of insects, and their living environment continued to shrink.

Faced with the crisis of extermination, fortunately, the new generation of tribe members gained magical powers. The witches and wizards, the former proficient in various combat skills, while the latter proficient in mental control. With the participation of these two professions, the war between humans and insects fell into a stalemate.

The deadlock has lasted for thousands of years. Over the past few thousand years, not only has the tribe members not increased, but have also slightly regressed due to huge casualties. Only half of the eighty-one branches were passed down at that time."

The high priest seemed to be talking about this period of history as a transcendent, with his expression returning to the ordinary.

Shocked, I didn't expect that the humans underground had fought with insects for thousands of years. This was a shocking secret. Yang Fan only felt a little dizzy in his head, but he didn't know whether it was out of excitement or other psychology.

"The first generation of high priests left a prophecy that when the saint appears, it indicates that our suffering will turn around. She will lead us to defeat the bugs and return the underground world to peace."

Looking at the solemn and solemn expression of the high priest, Yang Fan couldn't help but grab his head, but he didn't know how to evaluate the charlatan in the other party's mouth. You must know that the worm storm in the dream has been raging for twenty years, but he still has not seen any signs of victory.

This still refers to the situation on the surface, and the underground world is much more serious. Anyway, humans were ready to fight a protracted war at that time.

The high priest seemed to see the disapproval in Yang Fan's heart, so he took out a stone slab from somewhere and threw it to the other party, "This is the prompt about the saint left by the first generation of high priests. You can tell if you look at it."

After taking the slowly falling stone slab, Yang Fan's eyes fell on the stone slab but could no longer move.

There is a simple painting on the stone slab. Perhaps because of the age of it, many places have become blurred, but it can be roughly seen. This depicts a person, flying in the sky, with a pair of long wings, a very obvious horn on his forehead, and holding a weapon that looks like a sword, with twisted lines around it...

Yang Fan suddenly thought of the little loli's ability, and the lines shouldn't mean glowing.

All he could see was this. Other things about the appearance of the master of Shishi and even his gender could not be seen clearly. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that the person above was a little loli.

There is not only a little loli with horns on the head. Although it is rare to have wings, it is not that there is no one. The lines are even more nonsense. You have to understand that light can be used, and no one can object to it as a smoke. But I don’t know how the mysterious old man believed that the little loli was the saint in the underground world.

"I know you don't believe it yet. I'll understand if I do an experiment for you."

A faint smile appeared on the high priest's face, and he didn't see any movement. However, the little loli's body slowly emitted white light, and it became brighter and brighter, and it quickly made people unable to open their eyes.

"You should believe it now. I just identified the saint according to the test method left by the first generation of high priests. All of this is God's will. If God does not destroy my Jiuli clan."

Looking at the little loli with the white light gradually fading away in her arms, Yang Fan's heart began to shake. Could it be that the little loli is really the saint in the other party's mouth?

This is too...

"I don't care if Xiaoyun is the saint in your mouth or not. I just need her to be happy. She has been unconscious for a long time. Is there any way you can wake her up?" Yang Fan didn't plan to discuss this identity with the other party. Even if it was a saint, he would not let the other party take the little loli away.

Looking at the young man who was still full of vigilance, the high priest couldn't help but twitch slightly, and he wanted to shoot the ungrateful young man to death on the spot. "The saint is fine, you can understand it as turning into a cocoon into a butterfly, and when the saint wakes up, it will become stronger."

"When will she wake up?" Yang Fan continued.

"I don't know." The high priest shook his head. It was the first time he saw a saint. He might not know much about the saint as well as the other party. As for why he could tell the saint's situation, it was entirely due to experience.

"Let's do this. Before the Saint wakes up, you have been staying in the village. If you have anything to do, you will talk about it after the Saint wakes up."

Listening to the other party's soft and hard words, Yang Fan smiled bitterly in his heart. Is there any possibility that he would refuse?

The high priest was an unfathomable strong man. The reason why he had been kind to Yang Fan before was only for the sake of the saint. The relationship between the two could be seen from his tight attitude towards the saint. He looked at Yang Fan with his talent. Otherwise, with his status, no one in the village would dare to say this to him.

After looking at the other party, Yang Fan was about to turn around and leave. Yu Guang couldn't help but sweep the moonlight grass on the table, and his heart began to be active. Judging from the other party's random arrangement, he didn't seem to be at ease with it. Maybe he could...

"Ahem, high priest" Yang Fan grabbed his head with a little restrained expression and didn't know how to speak.

Yes, he was so righteous just now, and he asked the other party for something in a blink of an eye. This seemed a bit shameless. He admitted that his skin had not yet been trained.

"Huh?" The high priest looked at the other party with a smile, making people unable to see his inner thoughts.

He died, and he admitted it shamelessly. In order to quickly enhance his strength, Yang Fan also decided to blacken it once, "High Priest, the grass on your table is very useful to me. I can exchange it for something else."

"What are you going to use to exchange Moonlight Grass? You must know that its medicinal value is not low." A playful look on the high priest's face couldn't help but look at the other person with an interesting look.

What to exchange for...

The most precious thing in Yang Fan's hand now is the fourth-level top-grade insect core, but this thing is not as valuable as the Moonlight Grass, and it is even worse than anything else. It's really a bit troublesome. I had known that I would have just asked for it just now, so why would I have to add an equivalent exchange later?

This is simply about dying about face and suffering.

"It seems that you can't come up with something of the same value. Why don't you leave the saint behind? I will immediately offer you ten moonlight grasses and arrange for someone to send you away. I wonder what you mean?" The high priest said with a full temptation in his tone.

"Absolutely impossible." Yang Fan said firmly. Isn't this equivalent to asking him to sell the little loli? He absolutely cannot agree, although he almost almost leaked out the water when he heard about ten moonlight grasses.

Ten moonlight grasses can do a lot of things. Not only can each person in the team get one, but even a few scholars far away in the castle, as well as younger sisters and cousins, all have the opportunity to get one to improve their physical fitness. This can be said to be unlimited to help them grow.
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