Chapter Two and Sixteen

No one had imagined that the weakest Southern Region had a monster like Xiao Fan, fighting the other Eight Regions cultivators alone, and no one dared to fight with it.

They just wanted to have some fun, so they chose the weakest object in the Southern Territory. However, it was their eight-region monks who ultimately suffered.

Of course, these people are just geniuses of refining medicine, and their strength is not that great, so Xiao Fan can easily deal with them. If they are changed to real martial arts geniuses, it must be another situation.

The Eight Territory cultivators left, only the Southern Territory people were left, and the others were all standing at the gate of the main hall. Many people bowed their heads and dared not look directly at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan glanced at the audience, his soul power covered the entire palace, but he didn't find the existence of Xi Lao. Could it be that his old man has already left?

For some reason, Xiao Fan felt a little lost. He glanced at Yun Zheng not far away and said, "Where are the other two palaces in my southern region?"

"I'll take you there." Yun Zheng took a deep breath. He was also shocked by Xiao Fan's strength, and said in his heart, "Except for Xiao Fan, this person is the most talented person I have ever seen."

If Yun Zheng knew that the person in front of him was the same person as the figure in his mind at the moment, I wonder what he would think.

Yun Zheng took Xiao Fan into a palace, and apart from Xiao Fan and Yun Zheng, no one dared to follow in.

At this moment, those people in the Southern Territory still have the face to rely on Xiao Fan. Xiao Fan gave them a chance to regain their dignity. Unfortunately, apart from Yun Zheng, they didn't take their dignity at all.

As for the other empty hall, Xiao Fan didn't care about it either. He didn't care if the Southern Territory cultivator lived in, but the other Eight Territory cultivators would definitely not dare to enter.

"You just find a room to live in, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do." Xiao Fan left a word and walked into a room to prepare for cultivation.

However, just after finishing the arrangement of the soul world, Xiao Fan's eyes lit up, he opened the door and walked out, only to see a dark figure standing not far away, his body shaky.

"Lao Xi, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Fan looked at Lao Xi in surprise.

At this moment, Xi Lao was bloodless, and his body was even more black, his eyes were sunken, and the wrinkled skin was almost squeezed together.

Moreover, the blood on Xi Lao's body is very weak, and there is almost only a breath left, and the whole person seems to be several decades old.

You know, even though Xi Lao a few days ago was only the pinnacle of the War Emperor Realm, he was still very vigorous, so how could he become like this in a short time.

Without hesitation, Xiao Fan quickly helped Xi Lao walk into the room, took out a few dragon-patterned gold needles, and inserted them into Xi Lao's several large holes, sealing his soul sea at the same time.

The next moment, Xiao Fan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up at Xi Lao, his eyes filled with horror.

Because he discovered that Lao Xi didn't even have a sea of ??souls, his dantian was just a turbid space, where the mist was hazy and he couldn't see anything.

Moreover, Xi Lao didn't look like Soul Sea had just been injured, so there was only one explanation.

In the process of cultivating, Old Xi had some kind of accident like himself. The soul sea disappeared and transformed into a strange Dantian space.

Seeing Xiao Fan's surprised gaze, Xi Lao obviously knew that Xiao Fan knew his secret, but he just smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Old Xi, who caused your poison?" Xiao Fan did not entangle this question, but asked in a deep voice.

With his ability, it was natural to see at a glance that Xi was always poisoned, but Xiao Fan couldn't see it for a while.

It was precisely because of this that Xiao Fan was astonished in his heart. The poison that he didn't even knew was not simple.

"No one poisoned." Old Xi shook his head and smiled.

"No poisoning?" Xiao Fan gave a look of surprise, obviously unbelief, Xi Lao, this is obviously a sign of poisoning.

However, Xiao Fan also believed that Xi Lao would definitely not lie to himself, and that Xi Lao's expression had the meaning of studying himself.

Xiao Fan grasped Xi Lao's pulse in one hand, and his heart sank into it. The original solemn expression suddenly became difficult to look at, and his heart condensed: "It is indeed not poisoned."

In Xi Lao's meridians and blood vessels, and even between every piece of skin, Xiao Fan noticed a **** gas, which was very light, but very strange.

They cannibalize Xi Lao's vitality all the time, or in other words, devour Xi Lao's life span.

Moreover, this kind of blood mist's encroachment on blood gas turned out to be irreversible, because Xiao Fan input the power of the white stone, but found that it was of no use at all.

You must know that a person's life span is limited, and the battle-sacred realm powerhouse is only a few hundred years old. If you are swallowed by this **** mist, it is estimated that it will not take long before you die.

Xiao Fan had never seen such a terrifying and overbearing mist, which made him unable to get rid of it for a while.

"If you want to figure out what this blood mist is, it seems that you have to know it firsthand." Xiao Fan took a deep breath, and then sank into it. His thoughts spurred the blood mist in Xi Lao's body into his own body along his meridians.

"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" Xi Lao was taken aback by Xiao Fan's actions and wanted to stop Xiao Fan, but Xiao Fan smiled indifferently.

"Old Xi, I know that this bit of blood mist on your body shouldn't be too much trouble for you. I just want to experience it myself." Xiao Fan smiled.

He gave Xi Lao a meaningful look, as if I understood you.

"You can see through this." Old Xi smiled helplessly, and then the spirit power surged all over his body. He stretched out his palm and saw a cloud of **** mist condensed and formed in his palm.

In a moment, all the **** mist in Old Xi's body disappeared, all condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Old Xi, what is your cause?" Xiao Fan smiled bitterly, but his other half was immersed in the **** mist.

Seeing Xiao Fan's state, Xi Lao showed a surprised look and said, "This blood mist is useless to you? Do you know what it is?"

It's no wonder Xi Lao was so shocked, you know, this **** mist can't help even the peak of the Saint Realm, but Xiao Fan looks like nothing.

"I don't know what this thing is called, but I know it can eat away blood and reduce a person's lifespan. This bit of blood can't help me. If it is too much, I guess I can't stand it." Xiao Fan shook his head.

Afterwards, Xiao Fan's gaze was all focused on the blood mist in the palm of Old Xi's hand. With a wave of the probe, the blood mist was suddenly swallowed by him.

"Xiao Fan, spit it out!" Xi Lao was so frightened by Xiao Fan's actions, with an anxious look on his face, he exclaimed: "This is staleness. If there is anything wrong with you, how can I explain to your teacher? !"

"Old Xi, don't worry, I can still bear it." Xiao Fan showed a painful expression on his face. He suddenly seemed to think of something, his pupils trembled, and he said in horror: "Old Xi, what did you just say? Is this foul air?"