Chapter 108: Setting Sail to the Ancient Forbidden Land
The fists and feet of the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King and Ye Fan clashed like two meteors colliding, and it was hard to tell who was better. Although Xiaopeng King's physical body was slightly inferior to Ye Fan's, he had mastered the Kunpeng speed passed down by Zixia, and he had used it to perfection, which was far beyond the reach of Ye Fan's unique "old man's pace".

While fighting with the sacred magic and the unparalleled body, he is invincible.

On one hand, the Taiyang Fist and the Taiyin Palm are exquisite and powerful.

The two of them fought fiercely, and the invisible killing intent surged between them, as if it could tear the space apart. The surrounding palaces, unable to withstand their powerful aura, began to crack and even break.

"These two are so terrifying that they can fight to such an extent!"

"There really aren't many people in the younger generation who can compete with them..."

"The Only True Feather Sword" Golden Winged Little Peng King shouted, suddenly changed his offensive, gave up his previous fist and foot skills, and instead used his supreme magic
Ye Fan stood quietly in the void, motionless, evolving a small world, floating in the sky.

Above his head, thousands of dark yellow auras fell like waterfalls. Ye Fan transformed into another self, sitting above the ninth heaven, with a solemn and majestic appearance, like a descending god.

That was the vision of the Immortal King arriving in the sky, one of the most awe-inspiring visions in ancient times. Once displayed, it had the power to collapse heaven and earth, instantly stunning everyone present.

"boom!"

The golden sword in the hands of the Golden-winged Little Peng King kept colliding with the fists of the Immortal King Ye Fan, making a deafening roar.

The holy body is unparalleled and can suppress all Taoist forces. Nothing can stop Ye Fan’s visionary steps. Once he breaks through, a hundred will be broken and no one can stop him.

King Xiaopeng gradually fell into a disadvantage, "Enough, I have tolerated you for a long time!" As he said that, he suddenly put away the "Only True Feather" in his hand.

"boom!"

He quickly stretched out a golden hand and caught Ye Fan's palm. With great momentum, he roared loudly, shaking the mountains and rivers in all directions, and endless leaves flew everywhere.

At this moment, he unleashed his most powerful trump card - the Supreme Kunpeng Killing Technique! This was an exquisite technique that evolved from a trace of Kunpeng power he sensed in his body. It was derived from the Tianpeng Fighting Dragon Technique and could be transformed into a vision or a sacred killing technique.

The Golden-Winged Peng King knew very well that the holy body could restrain all strange phenomena in the world, so he did not choose to display the Kunpeng Picture, but evolved this power into a killing technique.

Behind him, a huge Kunpeng gradually emerged, surrounded by black and white air, as huge as a mountain. His cold eyes opened, filled with chilling murderous intent, as if a demon god had descended, with murderous intent surging.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

As the sound waves from the battle between the two men erupted one after another, many spectators stepped back in pain. The sound waves almost pierced their eardrums, making their heads buzzing and unbearable.

Ye Fan felt a heavy pressure. This kind of sacred art was indeed terrifying. If he continued to resist it with only visions, he would suffer a great loss.

"Buzz!"

At this critical moment, Ye Fan was forced to use the Holy Fighting Technique. His body instantly became as bright as a golden rainbow, and his divine light shot up into the sky, dazzling and brilliant.

"Bang!"

He pushed his hands quickly, and a huge coffin was transformed directly. Mist lingered around the coffin, emitting a terrifying pressure. The coffin lid separated from the coffin body and flew straight towards the mountain-like Kunpeng, intending to take it in. This terrifying pressure made the surrounding air tremble, which was heart-pounding.

"This is too... perverted!" Many people were dumbfounded and found it unbelievable.

"Xiao Ye Zi is so wicked. He is deliberately trying to irritate us." Even Li Heishui muttered.

Zixia was also surprised when she saw it, and guessed what it was. It was just a simulation, but it had such a Taoist charm. If she saw the real thing, she would probably be even more shocked.

The life-and-death battle between the two men intensified, with the killing technique and the sacred fighting technique clashing fiercely. The battle lasted for 1,500 rounds, and every blow was shocking.

"This golden-winged Little Peng King is truly unparalleled in bravery and strength!" Many people were shocked.

"The Holy Body is also terrifying, the two are evenly matched!" The spectators were all amazed.

“The Art of Slaying the Heavenly Demon God — The First Move!” The Golden-winged Little Peng King shouted loudly, his golden hair dancing wildly. He seemed to have transformed into a heavenly demon god, his divine light shot straight into the sky, and his momentum shook the sky!
The Kunpeng, which was originally black and white, gradually shrank and finally merged perfectly with him. He himself seemed to have become the concrete existence of Tao.

Between his eyebrows, an illusory Kunpeng appeared. With just a slight flick, it stirred up a boundless gale, distorting the surrounding space.

The old Peng King standing by was also shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good job! You actually discovered the hidden Kunpeng spirit in the blood. This is a feat that I have not yet accomplished!"

Ye Fan's heart was filled with awe. He quickly used the old madman's footwork and retreated decisively. He urged the golden sea of ​​suffering to protect his body, and at the same time held the green lotus as a shield to resist the terrifying divine art of killing the saint.

At this moment, he was neither happy nor worried, and his mind was free of distractions. He seemed to be detached from the world, with an empty mind. He held the moon in his hands and pushed slowly.

The Great Way of Tai Chi appeared at this moment, like an invisible barrier, blocking the first move of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique performed by the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

However, King Xiaopeng did not stop. He used the second and third moves successively, connecting with the previous one, forming a devastating force that was even more terrifying!
"boom!"

The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique was extremely terrifying. It once caused the earth to be covered in blood, and the blood of saints stained the sky, causing them to die.

At this critical moment, Ye Fan was surprisingly calm as he was unable to trigger the secret of the word "Jie" to escape the trap. He could not rely on luck to fight for life or death, everything depended on himself.

He began to seriously evolve the sacred fighting method, bringing this secret to its full potential and achieving the sublime level of his understanding of Tao!
"Tao, Tao, Tao!" Ye Fan shouted, still pinching seals in his hands, one hand representing the True Yin, the other hand representing the True Yang, and shouted: "The Extraordinary Tao!"

The Tai Chi diagram appeared behind him, and his hands represented true yin and true yang. His body suddenly bent down like a dragon and turned into the yin and yang dividing line!

The figure of the real dragon is like a curve, which is the trajectory of a great road!

"Shh!"

At this moment, Ye Fan's speed exceeded the limit, and his body instantly turned into that winding dragon-shaped track - the Dao track!
This trace was like a swimming dragon, shuttling between the several fierce attacks of the Golden-winged Little Peng King, appearing to be at ease.

"Crack!"

The body of the Golden-winged Little Peng King was actually cut off alive by the fierce blow of this dragon-shaped trail. The scene was shocking.

“This… How is this possible? How on earth did he do that?!” The onlookers were all shocked and their eyes widened in disbelief.

"boom!"

Ye Fan's body turned into the most terrifying weapon in the world, capable of destroying everything. No one could stop him even a step!
"Hey!"

"what……"

The Golden-Winged Peng King screamed, his intestines flowed out, and blood gushed out.

"Chi!" The dragon-shaped curve that Ye Fan turned into rushed back again. This is the dividing line of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, and it is the concrete manifestation of the Tao.

However, when he was about to deal a fatal blow to his opponent, Ye Fan suddenly stopped. He looked at the Golden Winged Little Peng King and asked calmly, "So, who do you think is more worthy of Zixia now?"

"You~~~!" The Golden-winged Peng King widened his eyes and pointed at Ye Fan, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Ah, it seems you think so too!" Ye Fan raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth. He had done it by killing people and destroying their hearts.

"I will challenge you again!" Although the Golden-winged Peng King was seriously injured, his eyes still flashed with a firm fighting spirit.

Zixia was helpless when she heard this, and secretly complained in her heart: "What do you think of me? Are you polite?"

Ye Fan felt the murderous intent all around him. He took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to Old Peng Wang and said calmly, "Senior, I have no intention of taking his life. Please take him away."

"Swish!" Hearing this, the old Peng King gently waved his hand, and the remains of the Golden Winged Little Peng King flew into his hands in an instant as if being pulled by an invisible force. His golden Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and he strode away with the Golden Winged Little Peng King, his figure gradually disappearing in the distance.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight me?" Ye Fan stood under the night sky, enveloped by the moonlight. There was a layer of bright light flowing, and there was a sense of peace and tranquility, which was very different from the fierce battle and the blood rushing to the sky just now.

However, no one would be fooled by its harmless appearance. It is definitely a dormant dragon. It has defeated the arrogant King Xiaopeng. How many people would dare to step forward?
Ye Fan glanced at the Holy Son Yaoguang, the Ji family's Divine King Body, Yao Xi and others. The outstanding disciples of the holy places were all very calm and did not express anything.

The Divine Body and the Holy Son Yaoguang are definitely the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in Eastern Wilderness, but they have no intention of taking action at all, which makes many people feel regretful.

Many cultivators have reached a consensus that it is difficult for people from the Four Extremes Secret Realm to kill Ye Fan, unless they enter the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and crush him to death with their greater realm.

Of course, ordinary cultivators from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm are definitely not suitable for this. Only those at the Son of Heaven level can do this.

The four secret realms correspond to the four limbs of the human body and can activate the avenue. There are four levels in total. Each level is like a layer of heaven. It is very difficult for a lower-level person to kill a higher-level person, like going against the flow to attack an immortal.

Now, Ye Fan is only at the beginning of the fourth stage, but he is enough to kill a master of the great perfection. This result is chilling. This is the power of the holy body. No one dares to challenge and kill him in this secret realm.

Even though no one came out, there was an endless killing intent in the air. The divine city was freezing cold under the moonlight, as if the severe winter season had arrived.

Ye Fan has vaguely seen that the road ahead of him is filled with smoke of war, and he is afraid that he will really follow in the footsteps of Emperor Wu Shi, with the whole world as his enemy.

Now, no one comes out to fight him, that's because they are not sure. There will be continuous wars in the future, and it will inevitably be a life-and-death duel.

All he could do was to quickly heal Zixia's Taoist injuries and bring Zixia back to Earth to see her parents as soon as possible.

Many religious leaders from Zhongzhou who came to watch the ceremony frowned. The Holy Body was already so powerful after its initial formation. They thought of several young kings from Zhongzhou who could compete with the Holy Body in the short term, but what would happen in the future?

This is a worrying issue. The Great Saint Body can challenge the ancient emperors. It is hard to let go every time you think about it. Perhaps killing it early is the only option.

Ye Fan stood in the night sky with a bright smile, his teeth were white and crystal clear, and he looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hint of childishness.

At this age, such cultivation has silenced all the saints, made many great forces uneasy, and left many people with a difficult feeling in their hearts.

Ye Fan asked three times in a row, but no one responded. No one from the younger generation stood up to compete with him.

The Ji family's divine body, the demon clan's heavenly demon body... it's not that there are no young kings to fight with, but no one has come forward.

Ye Fan stood alone under the moonlit night and asked the powerful men of his generation, but no one dared to come out to challenge him. For the first time, he established his own reputation. From tonight on, he is destined to be famous among the younger generation.

The peerless God King stepped forward, he came close to Ye Fan, stretched out his hand and pointed, and a dazzling light sank into his body.

"That is... the mark of the God King!"

"With this mark on the body, no matter who kills the Holy Body, the Divine King will sense it."

Everyone was shocked. The Divine King was determined to protect the Holy Body all the way.

That night, the news spread quickly, shaking the Eastern Wasteland, creating turmoil in the Central Plains, and surging in the Southern Region. It was bound to be a huge uproar that would be difficult to calm down in the short term.

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The battle finally subsided, and the God King immediately checked Zixia's Dao injuries. His brows were deeply furrowed, and he shook his head and sighed: "The Xiantian Dao Diagram has crushed the life essence of the little ancestor. The injuries left behind cannot be healed. I'm afraid she won't live for more than a few months."

"I have the seeds of the Qilin magic medicine here, maybe they can save Zixia's life!" Ye Fan hurriedly took out the seeds of the magic medicine.

However, the God King shook his head and refused: "This is a wound left by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Even the seeds and fruits of the Immortal Medicine may not be able to cure it. Only the legendary Perfect Medicine has hope."

In the next few days, Zixia was taken care of meticulously by Ye Fan, his friends, and the big black dog. They tried various methods, hoping to help Zixia recover from her injuries, but the results were not satisfactory.

“In fact, there is an immortal medicine in Purple Mountain, which was planted by the Great Emperor Wu Shi himself.” Hei Huang suddenly said, with a hint of annoyance in his tone, “It’s a pity that we can’t get in now.”

"How does this dead dog know so much?" Li Heishui looked at Heihuang in confusion.

"Could it be...that something strange is happening in the world again?" The big black dog's eyes suddenly flashed with a fiery light. He looked up at the sky and grinned foolishly, no longer paying attention to the suspicious looks of several people.

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Deep in the ancient Jiang family's floating divine city, in a top-secret meeting room, a group of elders were arguing fiercely and the noise was noisy.

Ye Fan sat there quietly serving Zixia. Although some of the people present looked very old, they were all Zixia's descendants.

The Purple Mansion Saint and the Jiang Family Saint also seemed insignificant here. They looked solemn, being left out, and dared not interrupt. The Purple Mansion Great Saint and the Jiang Family Great Saint had a disagreement over which forbidden place to go to find the immortal medicine for Zixia to prolong her life.

These forbidden areas are extremely dangerous, and even if a great sage enters, he may not have an advantage over a powerful one. Once you accidentally anger a forbidden existence, it may backfire.

At this time, the old emperor of the Guhua Divine Dynasty, who had not spoken, suddenly stood up. His voice was firm and powerful: "My life span is short, and I am willing to enter the restricted area to collect herbs for my ancestor. As for the specific location, please let the ancestor decide."

Everyone present looked at him. The old emperor's proposal eased the atmosphere a little. There were rumors that there were traces of the magic medicine in the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, the Ancient Forbidden Land, the Purple Mountain, and the Taichu Ancient Mine Temple that appeared a year ago. But how to choose and how to act required careful consideration.

"Please be patient and listen to me!" Zixia finally spoke.

"Please speak, young master!" everyone responded respectfully.

Zixia pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Wanlong Nest and Zishan, these two places are not suitable for us to go to for the time being. You go to the temple of Taichu Ancient Mine, and the momentum should be greater to attract enough attention. Ye Fan and I will secretly go to the ancient forbidden land!"

"Xiao Zu, think twice!"

"No need to say more," Zixia waved her hand, "I have made up my mind. Ye Fan knows a lot about the situation in the Ancient Forbidden Land, so it is safest to have him accompany us. At the same time, you must attract away all those who covet the Ancient Forbidden Land. I don't want to be disturbed in the process of our search for the magic medicine."

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When Zixia first stepped into the land of the South Region, the scene before her eyes was completely different from the monotony and dullness of the North Region. Here, spring was in full bloom, everything was revived, and the scenery was picturesque. Birds sang melodiously on the branches, and various animals played in the jungle from time to time, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this land.

That day, Ye Fan brought Zixia to the territory of Yan State. Everything here was the same as before, peaceful and tranquil, without any waves. Their goal, the ancient forbidden land, also stood quietly on this land, without competing with the world. Unlike the hustle and bustle of the Taichu Ancient Mine, this place did not attract much attention, as if it was a forgotten pure land.

(End of this chapter)