Chapter 1365 Fist is the biggest truth!

Hearing the cry for help from his disciples, the middle-aged man with red hair turned gloomy and his eyes were as lightning as he looked at Ye Fan and said sternly:

"Defying crazy people dare to act wildly in the Zoroastrianism. Wouldn't we take me Wei Yong seriously?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yong, the leader of the Zoroastrianism, shook his body, and an extremely terrifying power was like a volcano erupting, pressing towards Ye Fan with the power to burn everything.

The temperature around it suddenly rose, the ground cracked into scorched earth, and even the air seemed to boil.

Wei Yong's strength is many times stronger than those two disciples. The internal strength in his body is endless, and he is worthy of being the leader of a sect.

"Boy, our leader is a monk at the peak of the Golden Pill. If you don't hurry up, you will surrender. Wait for the leader to fall!" The monk holding the axe shouted.

Ye Fan disagreed when he heard this, and still straightened his backbone and did not take Wei Yong seriously at all.

In terms of cultivation level, he had just broken through to the realm of Golden Pill, and Wei Yong was a cultivator at the peak of Golden Pill, far better than him.

However, Ye Fan condensed the immortal golden elixir that was rare in a lifetime.

The ninth grade of Jindan, one grade and one level.

The immortal-grade golden elixir is even more superior to other golden elixirs, reaching the top, making others out of reach, and even having the ability to fight across borders.

Mengdie, a female disciple who condensed a seventh-grade golden elixir on the Water Moon Palace, was defeated by Ye Fan.

Although I don’t know what grade of golden elixir this Wei Yong condensed, it is absolutely impossible to be stronger than Ye Fan.

On the other side, Wei Yong was furious when he saw Ye Fan's indifferent appearance.

He is the leader of the sect and a strong man at the peak of the Golden Elixir. He has a very high regard for himself. How could he ever be so despised?

"You little brat, you dare to trespass into the important land of our sect's back mountain and kill my disciples. The crime is unforgivable! Today, I will punish you for your own fault and demote you to my slavery of Zoroastrianism. You will be effective for the rest of your life and you will not resist!"

Although Wei Yong's voice was not loud, it contained an irresistible will, with extremely majestic power, as if the judge in control of the power.

Faced with such a domineering attitude, Ye Fan's face changed, his eyes became a little cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! It is obviously your apprentice who takes action first, but I am just defending myself. But now you are indiscriminately trying to cure me, and you are not reasonable?"

“Ah hahaha…”

Suddenly, Wei Yong seemed to hear some huge joke and laughed unscrupulously: "What an innocent boy, are you going to laugh to death? There is never any reason in the world of immortal cultivation!"

"Fist is the biggest truth!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan lowered his head and remained silent, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

He had just arrived at the Fire Spirit Star, but unexpectedly encountered such a dispute.

In this way, the world of immortal cultivation advocates the naked jungle laws more than on earth.

The strong prey on the weak, the king will succeed and the enemy will lose!

Without strength, how can we express dignity?

As a strong person, he has the power to kill the weak.

Although Ye Fan did not take this mere leader of the Zoroastrian Cult, if he met a stronger Nascent Soul, transformed into a cultivator, or even passed the tribulation true immortal, he would not be able to compete with the power of the Beichen Immortal Lord Wei.

Become stronger!

Must become stronger!

A raging flame burned in Ye Fan's heart, which was a desire for strength.

On Earth, he had already reached the top, becoming the strongest man of seven billion, leaving all other warriors behind.

But in the world of immortal cultivation, he is still very weak and has a lot of room for growth.

Only by becoming stronger and becoming an existence at the top of the pyramid can one have the hope of rescuing Chu Mengyao from the Shuiyue Palace.

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On the other side, the monk holding the axe saw Ye Fan silent, thinking he was scared, and said even more violently: "Boy, why are you still silenced? The leader is stronger than you. Not to mention letting you be a slave, even if you kneel down and lick your feet, you can only do it!"

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, his eyes were exposed with a cold light, and his fingers bounced slightly. An invisible arrow of air shot out from his fingertips and instantly penetrated into the eyebrows of the axe-holding monk.

"See!"

The bright red blood flowers were like charming red lotus, bursting open on the forehead of the monk holding the axe.

This monk was just building a foundation and had not yet condensed his soul. The most important head was blown up and there was no possibility of survival. Those who died could not die again.

Wei Yong did not expect Ye Fan to suddenly attack. He was caught off guard and had no time to provide help. He could only watch his disciples splattered blood on the spot.

The next moment, Wei Yong's face turned pale, even worse than eating a fly. He glared at Ye Fan fiercely and scolded: "It depends on the master when beating a dog! Smile brat, you actually killed my disciple under my nose. If I don't kill you today, then I won't be Wei!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yong's clothes were windless and his momentum rose steadily, like a barbarian god from ancient times. Even if he stood quietly, he revealed his ultimate domineering.

"You still want to kill me, but you don't think about your own abilities... you overestimate yourself!" Ye Fan retorted mercilessly.

"presumptuous!"

Wei Yong was furious, his eyes were red, and he was obviously really angry, and shouted: "Boy, don't think that killing two disciples of my disciples can show off his power in front of me! If you don't use ten moves, I will kill you!"

Although Ye Fan just now killed someone with a blink of an eye and showed strong strength, in Wei Yong's opinion, Ye Fan was just a pariah from a low-level plane. At best, he had just entered the realm of the Golden Pill and could never beat him.

He has absolute confidence in himself!

The so-called ten moves are also conservative, maybe one or two moves are enough.

The next moment, Wei Yong's hands were placed on his chest, and a mysterious mark was added.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from his hands, which was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky, illuminating a radius of ten thousand meters.

After half a minute, the light slowly dissipated, and Ye Fan saw clearly what was in front of him.

Looking from afar, I saw a jumping yellow flame between Wei Yong's fingers. Although it was not large, it contained extremely terrifying energy and extremely unstable. Once it exploded, it seemed that it could burst out with the power to destroy the world, which was no less than the atomic bomb on the earth.

With the appearance of this yellow flame, the surrounding space was twisted, and even cracks were visible to the naked eye, as if everything in the world would be burned into nothingness.

"Hahaha……"

Wei Yong laughed and said as if showing off: "Our Fire Spirit Star cannot rank among the millions of stars in the Beidou Galaxy, but the fire elements in Fire Spirit Star are very rich, and it is possible to condense all kinds of different fires from heaven and earth! A hundred and a few years ago, I risked the risk of a lifetime and entered the True Fire Desert and found the legendary "Desert Fallen Heart Flame" underground!

Desert Heart Flame, but the strange fire recorded in the "Alien Fire List" ranked 96th. After absorbing the heat from the entire desert, it condensed into such a small ball with incredible power! Boy, it is also your honor to die under such strange fire!"

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Hearing these words, Ye Fan nodded silently.

He could feel that this Desert Heart Flame was indeed a strange fire that was more mysterious than the Nanming Lihuo, which brought him great pressure.

However, in this world, there are no garbage martial arts and magical powers, only garbage monks.

Even the simplest move can burst out with earth-shaking power in the hands of the Supreme Immortal Lord.

"Stupid boy, go to die!"

Wei Yong shouted loudly, controlling the Desert Heart Flame in his hand and flew towards Ye Fan.

Wherever you pass, the space is annihilated, and a death tunnel appears in the sky.

Seeing this shocking magical power, Ye Fan still stood there, not dodging or avoiding, and did not move at all.

Wei Yong was stunned when he saw this, and then he felt endless anger in his heart. He never expected that Ye Fan would be so arrogant.

But then he thought that Ye Fan's actions were no different from suicide.

"Okay! Bad boy, since you are looking for death, then wait for the desolate heart flame to burn, and there is not even a bone residue left!"

A few seconds later.

Seeing the Desert Heart Flame, it was about to hit Ye Fan.

At this critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly opened his mouth, as if he treated the extremely terrifying yellow flame as a wonderful delicacy.

"I swallow!"

Under Wei Yong's incredible eyes, Ye Fan swallowed the ball of desert heart flame directly.
Chapter completed!