The strongest collapse system

Chapter 935
Wang Fan stopped his figure and focused his eyes on the nine colorful lights flying from afar.

Among the nine colored lights, there is a man with a well-proportioned figure, wearing a jade crown, and a graceful and luxurious appearance.

It was Yang Yuan, the crown prince.

He came following the saint Daofu, but he didn't expect to lose it halfway. When he was at a loss, he sensed the fluctuation of Taoist fighting skills here, and immediately came to check what happened.

"Who are you?"

Yang Yuan flew over at an extremely fast speed, and the colorful light behind him pierced the air, forming a flame-like fire tail, like a meteorite in space.

And it turned out that the person arrived first, and the voice followed.

In other words, his flying speed has exceeded the speed of sound.

"Huh? That little girl is holding the Peacock King's Haotian fan! Keep it for me!"

Yang Yuan's heart was shocked, his breathing became a little faster, and the nine-colored divine light on the back of his head twisted violently, and immediately condensed into a huge palm, which was very similar to Hong Yi's vacuum big handprint.

However, Hong Yi's vacuum mahamudra is seven colors, while Prince Yang Yuan's is nine colors.

When this big handprint was condensed, there were countless agile scriptures flying in the void, as if they were living beings, singing Sanskrit.

The sound of Sanskrit singing gradually filled the heaven and earth, as if there were thousands of monks with profound Taoism, chanting the scriptures of subjugating demons together.

The only sound in the whole world is Sanskrit singing.

At the same time, the air in the entire space seemed to be evacuated all of a sudden, turning into a vacuum, and the endless squeezing force pressed against Wang Fan's place from all sides.

This is the "Vacuum Mahamudra" cultivated by Yang Yuan, Dou Mu Xuanling, Immortal Primordial Spirit.

"It's a different way. It combines the Taoism of Good Fortune and condenses it into a unique mahamudra, which can also avoid being eroded by distracting thoughts of belief." Wang Fan felt Yang Yuan's Taoism and nodded slightly, "It's a pity that I have never practiced Amitabha before If you can't maintain your true nature, you can't really use the power of faith, it's like a strong man is carrying a weight of hundreds of catties, and he can't exert his full strength and his hands are tied."

Wang Fan flicked his finger lightly, and a little flame flew out, and then exploded suddenly, turning into a sky full of flames, and immediately rolled onto the vacuum mahamudra shining with nine colors.

Rumble!
The Vacuum Mahamudra was burnt all of a sudden, the air flow shook, and the colorful light rolled, and it was burned and melted in an instant, without the shape of the palm, and turned into a ball of colorful light.

Chi Chi Chi!
The flame continued to burn, and the huge colored light group was burned in two from the middle.

At this time, the space that was originally bound by the power of the handprint seemed to be thawed by ice and snow. Wang Fan opened his right palm with five fingers and held it towards the nine-colored light ball. Attracted by power, it fell into his palm all of a sudden, and condensed into a piece like a spar.

This spar, shining with colorful light, is crystal clear and very beautiful.

But Prince Yang Yuan's mood is not very beautiful.

The moment the spar was condensed, Yang Yuan felt his eyes go dark, and the Dou Mu Xuanling, the Immortal Primordial Spirit, which he had worked so hard to condense, was half weak in an instant.

"This is your apology for doing something to me! You are very lucky, last time that person paid me the entire city."

Wang Fan smiled, and after using his magic power, he led Jin Xun'er and Jin Zhu Guoshi into a white light and disappeared into the sky.

The speed is more than ten times faster than Yang Yuan?
"Is there such a master in the world? Who is he?" Yang Yuan was a little shocked, but also a little rejoiced.

With his cultivation base, he can naturally see that the opponent's strength is far superior to his own. If the opponent wants to kill him, there is absolutely no possibility of him being spared.

"The situation in Yujing City is getting more and more dangerous. Even if I am the prince and the royal family is behind me, I have to be careful and not follow the old path of Emperor Gaozong and Taizong."

Yang Yuan thought for a moment in his heart, and his expression became more solemn. Then, he wrapped his body with the remaining immortal soul and flew towards the imperial palace of Yujing City.

Come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say, like lightning, without hesitation.

Not immersed in anger because of the big loss before, calm and decisive, this is the orthodox heir of the Daqian royal family.

……

"Hey, where is this place? Wang Fan, what did you bring us here for?"

Wang Fan flew with Jin Xun'er and Jin Zhu Guoshi for a while, then stopped.As soon as he stopped, Jin Xun'er found that the place he was in was not the place around Yujing City at all, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

"Here, it seems to be Rongzhou?"

The Golden Spider King stood in the sky and looked around, his soul spread to an extremely distant place, and he saw some clues.

Yes, this is Rongzhou.

The west of Yujing City is Yeongju, Yeongju used to be Gyeongju, and Gyeongju used to be Chekju.Thousands of miles away from Chizhou is a relatively barren sandbar. On the edge of the sandbar, there is a large army led by Shenwei King Yang Tuo, resisting the invasion of Huoluo Kingdom all the time.

Rongzhou, Gyeongju, Chizhou, and Shazhou, this is a long line of thousands of miles, and it is also a Silk Road.

Countless silk, porcelain, tea, salt and iron from Dagan were transported to the Western Regions for sale through this route, and merchants in the Western Regions sold gems, spices, furs, horses, and slaves to Dagan.

Along the road along this route, businessmen from the Western Regions bought manors everywhere for rest and enjoyment.

"Could it be that the real body of the sage Daofu is hidden in Rongzhou?" Jin Zhu Guoshi thought of a certain possibility and asked suddenly.

"That's right, he's hiding in the manor under our feet." Wang Fan pointed, "The soul that was destroyed before was not complete, it should be just a clone. I made some calculations and found his real body."

The golden spider master suddenly felt terrified.

The golden spider national master vaguely knew that after the soul passed through the five-fold thunder tribulation, it would have a whim, and could vaguely predict disasters and fortunes.

But Wang Fan can easily calculate the location of the enemy, which is too terrifying. It is many times more terrifying than the Wanli Soul Locking Technique of Jingyuan Temple.
He couldn't help feeling a little fortunate that he was not Wang Fan's enemy, otherwise the world would be so big that there would be no place to hide.

"That annoying guy is down here?" Upon hearing this, Jin Xun'er immediately raised the Haotian fan in his hand, and swung it down violently.

All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind, and after a few breaths, a huge tornado formed, sweeping across the manor under his feet, turning it into ruins.

"You are courting death!"

From a certain pile of ruins, a huge bone spear suddenly flew out and shot straight at Jin Xun'er.

On this bone spear, there are countless runes flowing, exuding a terrifying aura.

At the same time, a magic weapon, the magic blood blanket, which is the symbol of the Jingyuan Temple, flew out, and the handsome, blue-eyed and brown-haired saint Daofu was standing on the blanket.

"It's you!" The sage Daofu saw the true faces of Wang Fan and the three of them, and his heart skipped a beat, "You guys want to kill them all..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Fan frowned and punched with his right hand.

This punch hit the Bone Spear all at once, with a "click", the Bone Spear was smashed to pieces, and the spear full of death breath disintegrated to nothing.

After that, the punch was not exhausted, and it bombarded the saint astor.

"Just wait and see, Jingyuan Temple will not let you go!"

The saint Daofu had no intention of resisting at all, the magic blood blanket under his feet rolled up his body suddenly, and he was about to flee to the west.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

(End of this chapter)