Super Field Energy Controller

With everyone's cultivation, if they burst out with all their strength, they can reach a distance of more than a thousand kilometers in a breath.

However, when they arrived at the Heroic Soul Valley, the wailing sound had weakened, the divine self's Dharma image was disappearing, and the monstrous cultivation, blood and demonic breath were also quickly restrained.

The light pattern of the formation that was originally broken into a big hole quickly closed up, isolating the inside and the outside.

It can be seen that outside the Heroic Soul Valley, many disciples of the Burning Immortal Sect collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Some people trembled, with horror on their faces, and their eyes were out of focus, as if they had experienced an extremely terrifying thing, and their Tao hearts had suffered invisible damage.

Everyone looked intently and immediately saw that in the depths of the Heroic Soul Valley, there was a lonely figure with deep fatigue, holding a girl in his arms.

Bai Xiaoyu discovered something and was about to shout, but was stopped by Tang Anya, who shook his head gently.

Jian Xinyi covered her mouth, and tears quickly appeared in her eyes and burst out.

Gu Song Dahei's pupils were also trembling, and his breathing was very rapid.

Because, at this time, Yang Fan actually had a head of... white hair!

It was so white that it was blinding.

He turned his hair white with a roar.

They could not understand how much mental pain Yang Fan had experienced to turn his hair into such white hair in such a short time.

Then, Gu Qingquan and other people from the Burning Immortal Sect also appeared outside the Heroic Soul Valley, looking at the man holding the girl in doubt.

Others were fine, but Gu Qingquan couldn't help but take a breath when he saw Yang Fan's hair turned white, and then his eyes fell on the person in Yang Fan's arms.

"Is that... Nan Qin? Could she be the person Yang Fan is looking for?"

Gu Qingquan's face changed, thinking of the turmoil in the Burning Immortal Sect caused by Nan Qin's death, which made Elder Yu, who was originally in a high position in the valley, disheartened and willing to guard the Heroic Soul Valley alone.

"This Yang Fan's origin is indeed extraordinary. It is impossible for an ordinary Yuanying stage to have such power. It is very likely that he is the reincarnation of an immortal like Nan Qin. If he knew the truth about Nan Qin's death, I am afraid..."

At this point, Gu Qingquan shook his head secretly.

Nan Qin's death involved too many people. Even the Burning Immortal Sect was powerless. Even if Yang Fan was the reincarnation of an immortal, it would be impossible to seek justice. It would only involve himself and the people around him.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yang Fan with a trace of pity.

At this time, a series of air-breaking sounds were heard, and a series of figures quickly appeared outside the Heroic Soul Valley. There were elders with the cultivation of celestial immortals, and disciples with the cultivation of the Ascension Stage and the God Transformation Stage. They were all startled by the movement caused by Yang Fan.

"What happened?"

"What's the matter with the demonic energy just now?"

"Is it possible that a master from the Devouring Demon Palace broke in?"

Although some people did not arrive at the scene, they also separated a spiritual power to sense the situation here from a distance.

In the Valley of Heroes, Granny Yu, who witnessed the whole process, suppressed her excitement, looked at Yang Fan's white hair, and sighed softly.

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If she had doubts about the relationship between Yang Fan and Nan Qin before, now she has completely believed that there must be a deep bond between the two. If they are not blood relatives, they must be the love of their previous life.

Granny Yu stepped forward with a black jade staff and said, "My condolences."

"My condolences?" Yang Fan, with a pale face, smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. The sadness in his eyes had been deeply suppressed, replaced by a sharp cruelty like a knife. He said in a hoarse voice, "In my dictionary, Yang Fan, there is no word for condolences..."