Chapter 1545: Chase

The first thousand five hundred and forty-six chapters

"There should still be half a day before the blood demon can regain the power of its heyday."

Among the dense jungle, Zhuo Bufan sat on a thick tree pole, just finished adjusting his breath, opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

Since there are so many fierce beasts on the island, it happens to be an opportunity to sharpen him.

Zhuo Bufan knew very well that once he left the earth and joined the Profound Realm Sect, it would be a broader world, and he was thrown into that vast world, like a drop of rain entering the sea, becoming no longer outstanding, thinking To stand out, you must become stronger.

Especially the appearance of Daojun brought psychological pressure to Zhuo Bufan.

"Tianjiao competes, I must return to the realm of cultivation, Lord Langya, Daffodil, I don't know how you are now!"

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, and a cold light flashed in his black eyes.

He has returned to three hundred years ago, and the trajectory of history has changed. At least now he does not know Lord Langya and Narcissus. When he reaches the realm of cultivation, he will slowly look for the whereabouts of the two. Three hundred years ago, I am afraid Langya Jun and Fu Shuixian are just some of the young disciples of the sect, and they have not yet grown to the point of great power.

Zhuo Bufan missed this, and suddenly felt a sense of danger from his heart. He suddenly raised his head and saw a golden streamer, like a shooting star piercing the sky, and was hitting his direction at an extremely fast speed. Come.

"how……"

Come to think in no hurry, even to avoid, the golden streamer has hit him, the surrounding trees are eroded by the violent aura, turning into dust and dissipating in place, the ground is smashed into a pit with a diameter of ten meters, smoke and dust Ascend, brave black smoke.

"Zhuo Bufan, you shouldn't die so easily! Don't let me down."

At the moment the'Meteor' fell, a white figure appeared in the sky above the round pit, and gradually solidified, the figure of an elegant young man appeared.

The elegant young man quietly looked at the round hole below, his face was as cold as frost, and his black pupils shone with cold light.

"Ahem!"

In the center of the round hole, the wind blows away the dust, and a figure gradually appears.

The powerful bombardment of'Meteor' shattered the clothes on Zhuo Bufan, leaving only a pair of pants, standing in the center of the round pit with the Ice Emperor rain sword on his back. Several terrible wounds appeared on his body, blood gurgling. Out.

"Damn it, attacked me unexpectedly." Zhuo Bufan pulled out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind his back, raised his head, stared at the figure in the sky, gritted his teeth, "Qingming!"

The wounds on the body are moving at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound muscles are constantly squirming and beginning to heal. The most powerful feature of the blood demon stub is its super recovery function.

"Zhuo Bufan, I didn't expect that so soon, let's meet again."

Qingming held the white fan's right hand, flicked his wrist, opened the folding fan, and a joking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, looking down at Zhuo Bufan indifferently.

The grievances between Zhuo Bufan and the Yin-Yang Shenzong have been for a long time. When the two met, there was only one life and death.

"I didn't expect that last time you robbed my treasure in the canyon, I was looking for you to get it."

Zhuo Bufan wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and cracked his mouth with a cold smile.

"If you want my Xuan Ling and my treasures, it depends on whether you have the ability." Qingming said, and the folding fan in her hand shook, and suddenly the ‘silver thorns’ in the sky fell like rain.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes widened, his pupils contracted slightly, and a dangerous warning rose in his heart.

If the deity is here, there is no fear of Qingming, but this clone only has the body of the blood demon and the soul of the demon Tan Lengyan, and the strength is barely able to rank in the ranks of geniuses on the second ladder!

"Aura Shield!"

Zhuo Bufan made a seal with one hand, and a translucent aura light shield suddenly appeared in the sky, and a rainstorm-like silver thorn struck the light shield. The light shield was shaky. Taking advantage of this breath, the ice in Zhuo Bufan’s hand Huang Yujian split a few sword lights and slashed towards Qingming.

Then, Zhuo Bufan turned and jumped towards the dense rain forest.

Boom boom boom boom!

Whoops Whoops Whoops Whoops!

The dense silver thorns hit the Aura Light Shield, resisting a breath of time, the Aura Light Shield instantly shattered, and the remaining silver thorns fell over the sky, and the dense trees in the rainforest collapsed one after another.

"Well, Zhuo Bufan, I asked you to extract your spiritual veins to escape in Yin-Yang Shenzong. Last time I changed you to escape in the canyon. This is the third time. I will never let you take out my palm again." Qingming's eyes are like eagles , Following Zhuo Bufan who was walking in the dense forest, his figure turned into a streamer to chase after him.

Zhuo Bufan didn’t choose to fly, because if he was just flying in the sky, with the strength of his clone, the speed would not be as fast as Qingming. He could only choose to fly in this dense forest. Trees were obstacles, which could greatly slow down the situation. Speed.

"Three minutes, as long as you insist on three minutes, the deity has already rushed in his direction."

Zhuo Bufan quickly jumped in the dense forest, leaped, and secretly calculated the distance between him and the deity in his heart. The first time he met Qingming, the deity had already rushed in his direction.

He knew very well in his heart that he could not defeat Qingming with his clone, and he was very likely to be killed by Qingming. Although this was only a clone, the cold soul of the demon was still in it. If he was killed by Qingming, his strength would be greatly reduced, and he wanted Increasing the power of the soul is extremely difficult and extremely difficult.

Otherwise, with Zhuo's extraordinary character, he would never leave to escape.

"Zhuo Bufan, you can't escape!"

Behind him, Qingming's cold laughter was heard, and silver rays of light ran rampantly, and a large hole was exploded in the blocking trees wherever he passed.

"bad!"

Zhuo Bufan felt like he was hit by a fast-moving train behind him, his body was like a kite with a broken line, and he flew forward quickly, his throat was sweet, and a few mouthfuls of blood spewed out wildly.

"Zhuo Bufan, you have the guts to go to my Yin-Yang Shenzong to steal spiritual veins. Why are you just like a mouse now, only fleeing, and you don't even have the courage to fight directly?"

Qingming's voice was cold and came from behind.

"hateful……"

Zhuo Bufan swallowed the blood in his mouth, his eyes gleamed fiercely, holding the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, the spiritual energy in his body was mobilized, and he slashed away.

"Heaven and earth fight!"

There was a thorny white between the sky and the earth, which made people unable to open their eyes. The force of the sky and the earth pulled up, and a domineering to the extreme sword energy cut through the sky, and slashed towards Qingming behind.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's move, Qingming's pupils contracted slightly, and he obviously felt the domineering aura contained in this sword.

"seal!"

Qingming folded his hands together, and a mysterious translucent color shield appeared in front of him, and the folding fan in his hand was also suspended in the center of the shield.

The sword light smashed and drew it, and wherever it passed, all the trees, stones, and weeds were shattered by the violent aura.

"boom!"