Chapter 1603: The Spirit World is Wild

Yang Fan thought for a while and said to Zhong Zimou and Fang Zhan: "You two should stay in the Burning Immortal Sect. If Ji Qing asks, just say we are going to Little Heaven."

Zhong Zimou and Zhong Zimou, who were originally looking forward to witnessing this historical scene, couldn't help but look bitter. After looking at each other, they reluctantly agreed.

But at the same time, they felt inexplicably relieved.

After all, compared to the Burning Immortal Sect, which is about to be besieged by other Little Heavenly Court envoys, the mysterious Little Heavenly Court is the real dragon pit and tiger's den. If you stay, your chances of survival will undoubtedly be greater.

"Let's go."

Yang Fan stepped out of the guest building, and everyone followed him.

Once outside, Yang Fan unscrewed the cap of the crystal bottle, and the drop of shadow dragon's blood inside slowly floated up as if it had lost gravity.

In fact, as far as Yang Fan knows, the shadow dragon is a very special kind of dragon. It ranks among the forefront among the wind dragons. It is huge but surprisingly light. Its body is as huge as a mountain, but it is not much heavier than a leaf. , so this drop of blood is light and floats naturally.

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When this drop of blood came into contact with the outside world, it immediately triggered an invisible resonance. Wherever it was, the space began to tremble violently and became hazy like fog.

Yang Fan waved his hand and asked everyone to move away.

A few seconds later, everything within a three-meter radius around Shadow Dragon's Blood was shrouded in space particles that dispersed into a thick mist.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of obscure immortal treasure aura escaped from it. Tang Anya and others were shocked. They felt that the immortal treasures emitting the aura were at least level six!

"Follow me."

Yang Fan said hello, stepped into the thick fog, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Are you going to Little Heaven now?

Everyone could not calm down their accelerated heartbeats. Except for Zhong Zimou and Fang Zhan, they all took a deep breath and followed into the fog.

Zhong Zimou and the two saw that when everyone entered, the countless restless and trembling space particles quickly subsided, and the space returned to normal. Yang Fan and others, as well as the drop of Shadow Dragon's blood, had disappeared.

The two of them looked at the empty land with a sense of loss.

It is true that the Burning Immortal Sect is safer, but if they really want to miss this battle that is likely to be recorded in the history of the spiritual world, it will undoubtedly be a lifelong regret for them.

"Brother Zhong, do you think they will win?" Fang Zhan said anxiously after a few seconds of silence.

"We must win." Zhong Zimou said in a deep voice.

Fang Zhan was shocked and confused: "Why? Although Miss Tang and the others are all extraordinary in strength and cannot be judged simply by their realm, but compared with the real strong men in the Little Heaven Court, they should still be far behind. In the end, the only ones who really took action were There is only Young Master Yang, do you really believe that he alone can overthrow the entire Little Heaven?"

Zhong Zimou shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know how strong Little Heaven is, and I don't know how strong Young Master Yang is. However, just because Young Master Yang dares to take Miss Tang and others to Little Heaven, he can do whatever he wants at will. Leaving a Golden Immortal Puppet in the Burning Immortal Sect instead of staying with him as a helping hand, based on the calmness he showed from the beginning to the end, I feel that Young Master Yang has no chance of losing this battle. "

Fang Zhan opened his mouth and found that he could not refute.

If his self-confidence hadn't reached the extreme, it could even be said that he regarded the small heaven as nothing. Yang Fan's behavior could only be described as crazy.

Could Mr. Yang be crazy?

Of course it's impossible.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't know who Mr. Yang is. He is not from the spiritual world, but he can be so strong. It completely subverts my imagination of wild monks..."

"Perhaps, in Mr. Yang's eyes, the spiritual world is the wilderness." Zhong Zimou said with a faint look.

At this moment, a voice as hoarse and unpleasant as sandpaper suddenly sounded: "There will be no suspense in this battle. No matter you or Little Heaven, ordinary creatures like you can never imagine how great the master is. …”