"Alchemy, it's really strong... If I escape faster, if my alchemy is stronger, it will not be difficult to destroy Bai Fei with a sword... Is this the way the ancient gods and demons fought?"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly. In the memories of the ancient times, the gods and demons who incarnated and destroyed a cave star with one punch abounded!

After collecting the body of the law phase, Ning Fan exhaled lightly, collected the giant sword, opened his mouth again, and spewed out a starlight form of slashing flying sword.

He looked at Bai Zun indifferently, and Bai Zun, with a gloomy face and faint instinctive fear, took half a step back.

Timid... The battle just now where the swords touched each other and broke the law with force made Bai Feiteng and frightened!

He silently recited the mantra, swept away the fear from his heart, and returned to his usual cold and arrogant expression.

"I still have the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, I still have the 'Purple Frost', I have used the Broken Illusion Bead, he can no longer use the alchemy to stealthily bully me, I, I will not lose!"

Bai Zun's face once again showed arrogance and confidence, although it was actually much weaker than before, and in Ning Fan's eyes, he paid some attention to Bai Zun for the first time.

No matter what kind of cultivation this person is, after all, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, but his state of mind is extremely calm. And myself, if I say that the only thing that is not as good as Bai Feiteng, I am afraid is the state of mind... Demons... I didn't kill the demon in my heart, I didn't finish the golden pill, and in my state of mind, I finally missed Bai Zun.

It's just that the fighting method is not a weakness, but a strong point! Take out your strongest mastery and spell out a result. Mortals are ignorant, and they learn everything from "poems", "books", "rites" and "Yi", and as a result, they can master a few things, and a few things can be used later.

Faintly, Ning Fan's state of mind improved a little again, and the previous worries about his own strength were swept away.

"If I can kill the enemy, I am strong! Even if my state of mind is not as good as his, my exercises are not as good as him, and my age is not as good as him!"

The change of Ning Fan's vision and the improvement of his state of mind, the Fusion Spiritual Monk didn't know why, but the Jindan Monk knew it all, which was a sign of a breakthrough in the state of mind.

This son actually broke through his state of mind in the fighting... This sub-qualification can be regarded as a demon!

Only Bai Feiteng, his eyelids were wrinkled, and he seemed to have returned to his previous mood, and he couldn't get used to seeing Ning Fan grandstanding.

This time, the old man won't give you a chance to perform alchemy... The old man will let you know the horror of the Ten Thousand Souls!"

His face sank, he patted the storage bag, and took out a blood-red soul flag, which was shining brightly, steaming, and rushing to his face. On it, it was rumored that the ghost of Sensen was crying, I really don't know how many people Bai Zun killed in his life, and all of them were included in the soul flag.

As soon as this soul banner came out, countless old monsters looked at each other... Bai Zun actually used the strongest magic weapon in the second face, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner! In the face of a soul melting junior, he actually used all his means!

And then, Bai Feiteng's old face hesitated slightly, and immediately took out a black heavy armor and draped it on his body.

"It's... The spirit costume of the peak grade of Jin Xuan, the effect of Xuan Heavy Armor, can defend against the full attack of the mid-stage Jindan monk..."

One by one, the old monsters' eyes shrank, and especially Bai Zun's old enemy, Elder Songfeng, clenched his fists and his eyes were deep.

"Old man Bai, you still have this spiritual costume... If you had this thing in the decisive battle, the old man, you would have been defeated in your hands... You're really, hidden..."

took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and Xuanzhong Armor one after another, and Bai Feiteng's heart really settled down. This is his hole card, he has let go of his old face, using the hole card, if he still can't fight Ning Fan... He could really find a piece of tofu and crash it to death!

He looked at Ning Fan with a sneer, but he didn't see the expected jealousy in Ning Fan's eyes.

Ning Fan's gaze only lightly swept over Bai Zun's two magic weapons, revealing a look of disdain.

"Ten Thousand Souls... This banner is sacrificed with the blood of ten thousand souls, and as soon as ten thousand souls come out, the monks of the later stage of Jindan are also difficult to contend with... But it's easy to break! What a turtle shell, Jin Xuan's peak spirit suit, is only one line away from Yu Xuan... It's a pity, it's not difficult to break it!"

In Ning Fan's eyes, there was no sense of belligerent blood, no nervousness, only calm. Wang Yao can give him crisis and tension, but Bai Zun is not enough.

"You're going to end now, it's too late..."

Ning Fan's tone was indifferent, but when it fell on Bai Zun's ears, it was undoubtedly a big laughing stock.

"The old man has used the magic weapon of the hole cards, and he will not succeed in the end, which is ridiculous! Without alchemy, you are nothing!"

Bai Feiteng shook the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, countless Yin Souls had hollow eyes, blood spilled from their mouths, dense as dark clouds, and they cried gloomily, floating towards Ning Fan one after another.

These Yin Souls, the strength of each performance, only the seventh layer of the vein, against the Soul Fusion Monk, against the Jindan Monk, kill a single person, easily... But this soul banner is characterized by inexhaustible killings and inexhaustible use!

10,000 ants can bite an elephant to death. Ten thousand ghosts devour the body, can devour the immortal Buddha! If Ning Fan does not break the main soul, he will be in danger...

The soul banner is refined, and there is a main soul that dominates all the sub-souls, and it is the soul banner of high grade. Lu Ziqiao's soul refining banner, although there are many souls, lacks a strong main soul, and the actual power is far inferior to Bai Feiteng's banner.

The soul of the Lord is immortal, and the soul of the division is inexhaustible... This is the real difficulty of the soul flag, and it will consume you.

And ten thousand souls come out together, you can't find out which soul is the hidden main soul in a short time. Even, maybe the main soul is hiding inside the banner at all.

One by one, the old monsters outside the field, looking at the ten thousand souls and shouting, each scalp was numb. Soul refining monks are the most difficult, and snatching monks is the most difficult to kill... And the soul refining cultivator, the more he gets to the end, the more powerful he becomes. 100,000 Soul Banners, Million Soul Banners, 10,000 Soul Banners, and... A billion soul flags!

The more souls there are, the more the soul flags change, and the more powerful they become. But the killing sacrifice will be too much...

"This son, don't look at it..."Elder Songfeng closed his eyes and frowned. He had suffered a big loss under the Baizun Soul Banner, so he was naturally not optimistic about Ning Fan.

"It's worthy of Bai Zun... This soul flag, in the middle stage of Jindan, is invincible!" Lu Ziqiao, who was already a disciple of the deacon, had a fiery face. He is arrogant, but he still worships Bai Zun to the extreme.

But immediately, the screams of ghosts came one after another, making Song Feng open his eyes in disbelief, staring at the battlefield with his old eyes!

But seeing Ning Fan, he didn't hide from the yin soul at all, and he didn't even look for the main soul.

With just a flick of his fingers, the slashing sword turned into endless starlight, flashed away, and immediately, one by one, ghosts began to burn for no reason.

In an instant, half of the remnant souls of ten thousand realms were incinerate... Ordinary Yin Soul was still dazed, only instinctively afraid, and among them, the soul of an inconspicuous red-clothed child showed a frightened gaze and fled towards the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

This child is the main soul. Because he is the only one who retains his spiritual soul!

"Extinguish!"

Ning Fan's eyes were quick, he slashed away with one finger, and the flying sword flashed, and the boy was in the shadow of the sword, and his soul flew away.

With the destruction of the main soul, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Bai Zun's hand emitted a sad sound of magic weapon, which was suddenly filled with countless cracks, and one by one the Yin Soul began to explode, turned into soul power, and returned to the flag.

Ten Thousand Soul Banners, the same power is greatly damaged!

"No, no, the old man's Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Ning Fan, you deceive people too much!

Bai Feiteng put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner fiercely, and in his eyes, purple light appeared!

But I saw that his hands changed, and above the sky, the cold air was awe-inspiring, and a huge sun was condensed in an instant!

But this sun is melted by ice, and it is still purple cold...

"Dan-level mid-grade spells... Isn't this technique the proud technique of the old monster of Yangqing... It is rumored that the old monster of Yangqing was killed by the enemy a hundred years ago, and the whereabouts of this technique are unknown... It turned out that it was Bai Zun who killed this monster!"

"This purple gas... It's the fourth-grade cold, and the purple is tired of frost!"

Facing this technique, Ning Fan felt a sense of oppression rise in his heart for the first time, even if it was only a very small one.

His eyes lit up, and he knew that if he wanted to break this ice sun, he was afraid that the only way to use the Black Demon Flame was to use it.

"With the fire of the dragon whirlpool, the second turn... It's not difficult to break through this ice sun..."

Ning Fan's eyes moved, and he was about to perform a spell, but he heard that in the dantian, in the lock of yin and yang, the mysterious woman who had been sleeping for a long time suddenly said in surprise.

"It's... Ning Fan, take away this thing, this thing is of great use to my sister!"

"Take it away, I'm not sure enough to break this frost, but take it away... Do you think I'm really a master of Yuanying, able to snatch things from Bai Feiteng..."Ning Fan smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Please... This thing is really important to my sister..."Mysterious woman, with a respected identity, for the first time, begged Ning Fan.

"It's... That's it, I'll help you, but, how to rob..." This woman saved him from danger several times, but since this woman pleaded with herself, how could she refuse.

If the mysterious woman can't do it, then she can grab it by herself... Even if the hole cards are exposed, it doesn't matter, as soon as the hole cards are out, it is easy to take away this frost!

"Don't bother... My sister has a way to suck up this frost and break this spell... All you have to do is rush into the sun..."

Rush into the Frozen Sun!

Ning Fan's eyelids were raised, this was a Dan-level medium-grade spell, and it was cast with a fourth-grade cold qi. The four-grade cold air is only one line away from the frost and cold air...

Should you trust this woman and put yourself in danger...

"Please..."

"That's it, just once!"

Ning Fan's eyes were resolute, if he rushed into the ice sun and saw that things were not good, then he would use the secret of recitation.

Seriously wounded, but not dead... And believe in this woman once, help her, and return her favor!xh118 (Hehe, interesting academy) "Holding the Devil" only represents the author's point of view that I am ink, if you find that its content violates the content of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, and the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.