Chapter 1759: A mouthful of old phlegm
The next moment, an extreme chill instantly swept over Yang Fan's body. He couldn't help but shiver all over. He took out a jar of "deteriorated" immortal wine from the dimension in his body without hesitation. He used his mind to pull the sticky wine liquid in it, constantly washing his palms. The rich and indissoluble wine fragrance instantly filled the area of tens of thousands of kilometers.
At the same time, he retreated quickly and distanced himself from the mass of things!
At this time, Po Jun, who had been observing Yang Fan's actions not far away, couldn't help but come forward, staring at the thing with a pair of dark eyes, showing an incredible look, and stuttered: "What is this? Why does it look like..."
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Yang Fan did not hesitate to use his immortal energy. With a whoosh, the Samadhi True Fire wrapped his palm and burned and disinfected it.
His face was uncertain. What he had just experienced was the biggest loss he had ever suffered in his past and present lives, except for being killed by the four great gods!
After enduring for a long time, Yang Fan finally got angry, his white hair stood up, and he couldn't help cursing: "Who is so wicked, spitting everywhere, giving birth to a son without xx——"
"Really..." Pojun's expression became extremely strange, and there was pity in his eyes when he looked at Yang Fan, and then he quickly distanced himself from him like the latter.
I saw that the empty void, which was originally empty, had a ball of white and yellow sticky liquid, which stuck in the void like glue and did not move. It was a mouthful of thick sputum spit out by someone unknown!
No wonder Yang Fan, who always had a good grasp of everything, was so angry at this time.
Then, Pojun's expression became solemn, and he carefully observed the sputum. The more he observed, the more shocked he was.
Obviously, this was not an ordinary sputum, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the king of sputum.
The temperature in the universe is extremely low. If it is ordinary sputum, it will turn into ice the moment it is spit out. How can it remain in its original state like this sputum, and even embed into the void?
Moreover, after careful perception, Pojun actually felt a supreme divine will from this sputum!
He himself is a powerful immortal emperor, but the difference between his divine will and this divine will is like the difference between shallow water and a deep pool. The more he perceives, the more unfathomable it feels. It makes his heart tremble, and he can't help but have the idea of surrender. His mind is getting deeper and deeper into it, and he is so scared that he immediately stops perceiving!
If a powerful immortal emperor surrenders to a spit, wouldn't it become a joke for all ages if it spreads out?
In his heart, Pojun couldn't imagine how strong the person who spit out this spit was, and he couldn't figure out why such a supreme being would spit out such a spit here?
Speaking of which, if his cultivation is so strong that he has been free from all filth, how could he still spit out sputum?
In contrast, Yang Fan's chest was heaving, his face was full of anger, he was really angry, almost left with a psychological shadow.
However, he finally calmed down his anger, his eyes fell on the sputum that looked a bit disgusting again, his eyes twitched slightly, and he showed a solemn look.
How could he not see what even Po Jun could see?
"Ancient Demon Clan..." Yang Fan's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his heart could not calm down.
Just now, at a close distance, the blood of the ancient demon clan in his body was faintly impetuous. With a thought, he followed the faint induction and tested it with the breath of the ancient demon clan. Sure enough, he broke the cover arranged with supreme skills, revealing the sputum hidden in the void.
