Xiao Fan recited the recipe in his mouth, and his ten fingers rotated, and one after another the true qi mana shot towards the "Qiankun Ding" in an endless stream. At the same time, the Tiangang Mirror rose into the sky, shining with golden light, and the qi of the Yang was suppressed immediately.

"Hmph, the light of fireflies, dare to compete with Haoyue!"

The Ghost King Skeleton smiled disdainfully, shook his body, and the shield composed of countless armor leaves flashed out again, blocking the attack of the Tiangang Mirror head-on. As soon as the white bone ghost claw in his right hand pulled in, he wanted to catch the "Qiankun Ding" back in front of his eyes.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

The little "Qiankun Ding", which seems to have no power to resist, does not move at all.

"Huh?"

The skeleton of the ghost king didn't seem to be expected, and turned his head to look at the "Qiankun Ding", the ghost fire in his eyes was rising, and he shouted, and the nail leaves on the shoulder armor "clanged", and he exerted his strength.

At this moment, the mutation was abrupt, and I saw that the "Qiankun Ding", which had originally become a little sluggish, suddenly shone brightly, and the red chaos pattern appeared in the air through the white bone ghost claws of the ghost king's skeleton, and began to rotate rapidly.

"Bad ......"

The Ghost King Skeleton suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly let go of the Ghost Claw, but where was the time?

The chaos pattern suddenly shrouded down, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and the ghost king skeleton was suddenly sucked in by the chaos pattern, and disappeared in an instant, feeling that the ghost king skeleton was sucked in by the "Qiankun Ding".

Everyone's eyes widened at the same time, stunned by the turn of events.

The "Qiankun Ding" is no more than an inch high, less than the size of the two fingers of the Ghost King Skeleton, and compared with the "Qiankun Ding", the Ghost King Skeleton is a behemoth. Such a large skeleton. How could it be accepted by such a small and exquisite "Qiankun Ding"?

But everyone can see it clearly, the ghost king skeleton has indeed been sucked into the "Qiankun Ding". Clearly, not half dazzled.

I didn't expect this strong enemy to be subdued like this. Xiao Fan was surprised and delighted, let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to take back the "Qiankun Ding". However, the next moment, Xiao Zhenren's eyebrows rose suddenly.

Void!

The treasure, which was originally sent and received freely, suddenly ignored his summons, and quietly suspended in mid-air, slowly spinning, shining with a faint red luster. No matter how Xiao Fan makes a trick, it is useless. It was as if all of a sudden, Baoding was imprisoned by some mysterious force, and suddenly cut off contact with the outside world.

"Xiao Fan, what's going on?"

Tan Xuan forcibly suppressed the qi and blood surging in his chest and asked in surprise.

She could already see that the situation seemed to be unexpected.

Xiao Fan shook his head and did not speak.

The next moment, the slowly rotating "Qiankun Ding" suddenly shook violently. It began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant it swelled to a height of three or four inches, although it still looked very "mini", but it was relatively before. But it's three or four times as long.

This situation is unprecedented, Rao is Xiao Fan has always been calm and composed. At this moment, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide and couldn't close it.

Has "Qiankun Ding" become a leather ball?

Although Xiao Fan has never studied what kind of material the "Qiankun Ding" is made of, he must have thought that it must be metal or something. Otherwise, it would be difficult to engrave such a complex and dense pattern on it. If it is a material such as jade, Xiao Fan must have sensed it. The difference between metal and jade. It's so obvious.

However, can a vessel made of metal be able to expand and contract freely?

Just when everyone was worried that the "Qiankun Ding" would be broken, the Baoding suddenly began to slowly shrink back again, and before it could recover its original state, it slowly expanded again......

"Xiao Fan, quickly find a way, if it goes on like this, there will be problems with 'Qiankun Ding'......"

Tan Xuan was also anxious and shouted.

Although she is only a registered disciple of the Ancestor of Zhishui, her teacher is profound, and she has a great relationship with Wujimen. Is the "Qiankun Ding", the head of the Three Treasures of the Town Sect, going to be destroyed here? In that way, not only Xiao Fan, but even if she Tan Xuan, she will become a sinner of Wujimen.

"Senior sister, give me the Dharma protector!"

Xiao Fan let out a low snort, sat down cross-legged on the spot, crossed his chest with one hand, pinched the trick with the other, muttered a mantra in his mouth, and a wisp of divine power slowly poked out and shot towards the "Qiankun Ding".

Although the "Qiankun Ding" in front of him is obviously wrong, it is really not a wise choice to rashly probe the power of divine thoughts without knowing what is going on, but since the "Qiankun Ding" is not under control, then you can only use the power of divine thoughts to take a risk.

As soon as the power of divine thought approached the "Qiankun Ding", Bao Ding suddenly shined again, and the red chaos pattern formed a dazzling whirlpool, Xiao Fan only felt that a huge force fell from the sky, and instantly nailed himself there, up and down his body, and he couldn't even lift a finger. Before Xiao Fan could struggle, there was a sharp pain in his brain, and he suddenly felt that his soul was pulled out of his body, and flew towards the dazzling red whirlpool, and the red light flashed in front of him, and there seemed to be countless red lightning bolts, which fell down on his head.

Xiao Fan didn't know what was going on at all, he only felt a rumbling sound in his ears, and the arcs around him flashed, and if he could barely describe it, it seemed that he was speeding through a certain tunnel, and the speed was incomparable.

Just when Xiao Fan felt that he was about to be unable to bear it, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he actually came to a courtyard. Xiao Fan finally calmed down, shook his head, stood firm, raised his hands in front of him, and didn't seem to be inappropriate, but it always felt so unreal.

Although the qiē happened so suddenly, Xiao Fan still remembered that he seemed to have been forcibly stripped of his spiritual consciousness by some mysterious force, and what appeared here now should not be his own physical body, but just the power of divine thoughts. Or rather, his own spirit body.

After seeing the spirit body of the dove, in the face of this situation, Xiao Fan was not frightened into hysterics.

Xiao Zhenren has always been a very calm character.

Stabilizing his thoughts, Xiao Fan immediately began to look around, it was certain that he was standing in a courtyard somewhere, surrounded by flowers and trees, and on the wall, there was a delicate chaotic pattern, flashing with faint spiritual power fluctuations. Xiao Fan remembered that he seemed to have entered this courtyard from this wall, and before he was down-to-earth, he saw this chaotic pattern.

On one side of the courtyard, there is a wooden cloister, with vermilion columns, carved beams and paintings, which is very exquisite. On the other side, there is a moon gate, and there is a faint fierce aura, coming from the other side of the moon gate.

Xiao Fan's eyebrows raised slightly.

He could feel that it was the breath of the ghost king skeleton that Wang Xianzhi had turned into.

Could it be that he was also sucked into the "Qiankun Ding"?

For a while, Xiao Fan still had a little difficulty accepting such a fact. After all, he lives in the 21st century, a civilized society with extremely advanced modern science and technology, and such things as Sumeru space are only seen in Buddhist and Taoist classics, and he has not really seen it.

Compared with Xiao Fan's surprise at the moment, Yuan Qianqian, Tan Xuan, Liu Zheng and others were even more dumbfounded.

Xiao Fan suddenly stood there like a clay sculpture and wood carving, as if his soul had been suddenly drained, and the whole person maintained a posture of pinching the trick, motionless. Not far away, the "Qiankun Ding" is big and small, the light is uncertain, and the situation is strange, and it is impossible to add more.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, how are you?"

Yuan Qianqian grabbed Xiao Fan's hand tightly and shouted hurriedly, tears pouring out of her eyes.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the first female devil has not tasted crying. But now, I can't help it, and tears naturally flow.

"Miss Yuan, don't move!"

Liu Zheng struggled to stand firm, and shouted in a deep voice, his face full of solemnity.

"Director Liu, what's going on? Did you know......"

Liu Zheng frowned, with a look of doubt, and said: "I don't know so much, but judging from this situation, Xiao Zhenren is likely to be out of his body......

Originally, he had always called Xiao Fan "Director Xiao", but now he finally changed his words. It's really a matter like "out-of-body", which has nothing to do with the director, but it is very suitable for "Xiao Zhenren".

"What, out of body? Isn't this a joke? ”

Rao is like this, Yuan Qianqian is still dumbfounded, and she can't come back to her senses for a long time.

"I'm just speculating, I'm not sure. What the real situation is, we have to wait for Xiao Zhenren to explain to us later, our top priority now is to protect the Fa for him, and don't let those messy things disturb him. ”

"Good!"

Yuan Qianqian agreed very neatly this time, and with a "swish", the "Rouge Sword" lit up.

In another space, Xiao Fan quickly ran into trouble.

"Boy Wuji, are you here? Haha, great, let's take my life! ”

Before Xiao Fan could figure out which direction to go, there was an earth-shattering roar of the ghost king's skeleton on the side of the moon gate, and then the armor leaves rang out, and the ghost king's skeleton held a strange knife and strode towards this courtyard, with ghosts burning in his eyes.

Xiao Fan could finally be sure that what was standing here at the moment was really not his own physical body, but just his divine sense. Because, he has nothing now. There is no "Qiankun Ding", no Tiangang mirror, no talisman, and no willow leaf flying knife. All of these magic weapons and blades that he carried with him were gone.

Without these things, he is even more difficult to parry.

Outside the "Qiankun Ding", Xiao Fan could see clearly that the skeleton of the Ghost King disappeared completely and was sucked into the "Qiankun Ding".

People wear flesh, and they wear souls, how to fight?

Seeing that the skeleton of the ghost king was about to kill the general from that side, a figure suddenly flashed on the side of the corridor. Dressed in white clothes and white robes, with white beard and hair, fairy wind and bones, like an old man among the immortals.

The old man pinched a method, muttered a mantra in his mouth, and with a wave of his right hand, the moon gate suddenly rose up one after another, and in an instant, it disappeared, replaced by a solid wall.

The roar of the ghost king's skeleton like thunder suddenly became distant, and it was impossible to hear it really.

The old man in white smiled faintly, beckoned to Xiao Fan, and said three words.

"Follow me!" (To be continued......)