Chapter 912: A Fan Determines Everything

Leng Jiuyun and Grandma Lei, although they had retreated a few miles before, still could not escape the attack of the explosive space wind blade.

The area within a radius of ten miles here has been locked by the formation arranged by Wu Yan. The world within the formation is the world dominated by Wu Yan. Any cultivator who breaks into this place cannot escape the attack of the explosive space wind blade at this moment.

Even Leng Jiuyun is a cultivator who has reached the perfection of the late stage of refining the void, it is no exception.

Grandma Lei only has the strength of the perfect middle stage of refining the void. After being hit by the tenth-level space wind blade, her body is covered with wounds and she has become a bloody person. Leng Jiuyun's cultivation is much higher, so her situation is naturally much better than Grandma Lei.

However, even so, her face is not much better now.

"Level 10 Space Wind Blade! What kind of magical treasure is that broken fan in his hand? With one fan, it can reveal such a terrifying and amazing wind blade magical power?"

"Has the Palace Master forgotten the Space Turbulence Wind Blade Field on the third floor of the Lingxu Medicine Valley Forbidden Land? I am sure that this treasure must have come from there! This person must be Wu Yan!" With the help of Leng Jiuyun, Grandma Lei finally escaped the disaster. After taking the medicine and changing into a robe, she looked at Wu Yan with horror in her eyes, and said with envy and affirmation.

"Yes! How could I forget this! I didn't expect that this person actually had such a secret treasure hidden in him. It's strange, why didn't he take out this treasure to deal with Luo Tian last time in the Sky Fox Holy Valley? Could it be that he has only recently succeeded in refining this treasure?"

Leng Jiuyun was puzzled and muttered to himself, guessing the various things that happened to Wu Yan.

The two monks of the Ice God Temple were in a slightly better situation because they were far away from the explosion of the Space Wind Blade. The cultivators who besieged Wu Yan were not so lucky.

Hua Qingfeng, who had the lowest cultivation level, had already been killed by a space wind blade and turned into powder.

Three of the other nine cultivators in the Void Refining Stage had died on the spot under the violence of the space wind blade. Their souls and bodies had all been turned into powder and disappeared without a trace. Among the remaining six people, except Ling Yan and the leading cultivator surnamed Luo, the other four were all seriously injured and dying.

Such a shocking and terrifying destructive force was brought by the banana fan, which shows the power of this fairy treasure.

The changes in the battle were so strange and unpredictable that everyone who was still alive was horrified. This battle can be said to be decided by a fan. It is no exaggeration to say that if Wu Yan could add another fan at this time, the remaining four would immediately follow the footsteps of the three who fell before.

When the living cultivators looked at Wu Yan again, their eyes were all filled with fear, even Ling Yan, whose eyes were still filled with greed, was no exception.

Unfortunately, although the power of the spatial wind blade was strong, every time the banana fan was flapped, it consumed too much of the Saint Yuan Qi.

With the Saint Yuan Qi cultivated by Wu Yan at the peak of the eighth level of the Yuan body, he could only flap the banana fan six times at most, and he had already exhausted the Saint Yuan Qi in the 365 great orifices.

The Saint Yuan Golden Blood in the sea of ​​consciousness naturally could not be moved. This was the original power cultivated by the Yuan body. Any loss would reduce the cultivation level, which was not worth the gain.

Wu Yan took out three Golden Blood Pills, threw them into his mouth without even looking at them, and slowly sat cross-legged, while secretly restoring the consumed Saint Yuan Qi, while putting away the banana fan.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain with bare hands, looking at the cultivators who had just besieged him with cold eyes, without saying a word. The atmosphere was so heavy that it made people feel extremely depressed. Of course, this was not Wu Yan's feeling, but the feeling of the frightened opponent.

What was extremely strange was that even the cultivators in the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm could not resist the explosion of such a terrifying space wind blade, but the mountains and forests below seemed to be unaffected by the fluctuations of the space wind blade explosion, and the scenery remained unchanged.

This situation was indeed a bit unusual. At this time, everyone couldn't help but think of a more terrifying possibility.

Now, Tian Tan of the Demon God Sect died, another masked cultivator died, and the nameless old man who had been following Ling Yan also died. The remaining people had retreated several miles away and gathered together again.

They didn't even bother to check their injuries. They just swallowed a few healing pills and looked at Wu Yan with concentration and vigilance. When everyone saw him put away the banana fan that could fan out a level 10 space wind blade, they all couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, they became nervous again.

Everyone could see that the pill Wu Yan had just swallowed was definitely a pill to restore his cultivation. If he was allowed to recover on the top of the mountain, I'm afraid everyone would face another devastating space wind blade riot.

But at this time, no one dared to attack him. Everyone was worried about his other more terrifying method - the spiritual combat skill!

After seeing the death of the masked monk who had rashly attacked Wu Yan before, and died inexplicably, no one would be stupid enough to jump out and die first.

If he was not injured and was in his peak state, everyone would still have some confidence to detect the attack of his spiritual combat skill, then now this little bit of pitiful confidence has disappeared with the damage to his life spirit treasure and his own body.

As Hua Qingfeng screamed crazily just now, in everyone's mind, Wu Yan is no longer a person at this moment, but a devil!

"Unexpectedly, not only did you get the banana fairy root, but you actually made the banana leaves on the banana fairy root into a fairy treasure!"

Ling Yan looked at Wu Yan with twinkling eyes, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Wu Yan glanced at Ling Yan indifferently and expressed no comment on his words. After looking at the reactions of everyone around him indifferently, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and without any scruples, in front of everyone, he began to meditate to recover the consumed Holy Yuan Qi. .

After hearing Ling Yan's words, everyone who had originally thought of retreating could not help but have a hint of greed in their eyes.

Banana Immortal Root, this is a treasure that can only be found in the Great Thousand Immortal Realm. Unexpectedly, this kid in front of me got it. No wonder the banana fan in his hand is so powerful. It turns out to be an immortal treasure refined from spiritual objects obtained from the banana fairy roots.

After understanding this, the previous worries in everyone's hearts have now weakened a lot.

Any fairy treasure that is refined from the fairy world is incredibly powerful, but everyone also knows that the more powerful the fairy treasure is, the greater the cost to the monks will be every time it is used.

Everyone was still wondering why this kid put away the banana fan and no longer used it, but now they all understood. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue using it, but the real energy in his body had been exhausted, so he had no choice but to put away the fairy treasure, and then swallowed the elixir to restore his real energy.

"Brother Ling, it turns out that you have known for a long time that he has a treasure like the Banana Immortal Root in his body, right? No wonder you have repeatedly emphasized that the things on his body belong to you. Huh, such a treasure should belong to a capable person! Who can Whoever grabs it belongs to you. Brother Ling has no objection, right?" The black scarf on the face of the monk named Luo had already been cut off by a wind blade when he resisted the space wind blade. At this time, his eyes showed bloodthirsty and greed. With a look of madness, he said to Ling Yan who was standing aside.

Ling Yan chuckled and said: "Of course, if Brother Luo can really kill him, what if I give you the Banana Immortal Root? But the trouble in front of you seems to be bigger than before. This kid has already arranged a spell here. We are all trapped in this formation now.”

"Brother Ling has always had a sharp vision, but he doesn't know what a clever plan he has to break the formation?" Seeing that there was not much panic on Ling Yan's face, monk Luo calmed down and asked.

After listening to Ling Yan's words, Fei Changkong, the still alive elder of the Spiritual Array of the Demon God Sect, had taken out several secret treasures that could spy on the array. He was sweating profusely while surveying the terrain here, trying to find Wu Yan's array. Traces of French arrangements.

"This man galloped all the way from Lingxu City, and we followed him. We didn't delay for long on the way. He didn't have long time to set up the formation. This formation may be a bit special in terms of concealment, but I expected that the power should be It's not too strong." Ling Yan whispered to the monk surnamed Luo.

After everyone knew that Wu Yan was proficient in spiritual warfare skills, no one dared to communicate with his spiritual thoughts anymore.

"According to Big Brother's wishes, how can we break the formation?" Hua Yuanhai came forward and asked in a low voice with some urgency.

Ling Yan glanced at him and ignored him, but shouted loudly towards Leng Jiuyun and Granny Lei in the distance: "Two friends from the Ice Temple, now everyone is trapped in the formation. If you want to escape, , unless we join forces. How about you two come here and discuss it?"

Wu Yan is now racing against time to recover his cultivation. Everyone is also racing against time to discuss how to break the formation. Naturally, the best way is to gather everyone's strength.

Ling Yan understood this, and Leng Jiuyun naturally didn't understand either. However, it seemed that Leng Jiuyun had other plans, otherwise she would have come over long ago.

However, after thinking again and again, Leng Jiuyun made a choice. She and Granny Lei looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and then fled towards Ling Yan and the others in a flash. After standing tens of feet away from Ling Yan and the monk named Na Luo, Leng Jiuyun said in an indifferent voice: "This temple has never taken action against Wu Daoyou from the beginning to the end. Presumably, if this temple intends to leave, he will not." Stop it?"

Ling Yan sneered at Leng Jiuyun's words, smiled mockingly and said: "Palace Master Leng, it seems that you were also attacked by his wind blade just now, right? Could it be that the Lord of the Ice Temple can let anyone do whatever he wants? Is the late Minghua God willing to bully you without any response? "

Leng Jiuyun showed a trace of sullenness on his face. After pondering for a while, he still maintained an indifferent attitude and even deliberately amplified his voice, as if specifically to let Wu Yan hear it, and said to Ling Yan and others: "This palace I think I have some connection with this disciple of Master Dugu. Although I had some misunderstandings before, I believe that as long as I treat you sincerely, he should be able to understand my painstaking efforts and let me go. You should carefully consider your current situation. ”

Her words certainly meant something, and if Wu Yan understood it, he would have responded. After all, as the leader of a third-level sect, it is already very rare for him to be able to keep his attitude so low.

But what disappointed Leng Jiuyun was that after hearing this, Wu Yan didn't express anything at all. He still closed his eyes slightly and meditated quietly to recover, as if he didn't pay attention to her meaning at all.