After Tang Fan saw the origin of this magic weapon, his expression was a little strange, and he stared at Ye Mingdao with a strange smile.

This expression seemed completely stupid to Ye Mingdao, it seemed that the power of the feather fan magic weapon exceeded Tang Fan's imagination, and he hadn't thought of a way to crack it for a while.

"Tang Fan, you can't run!"

Ye Mingdao laughed wildly, although he lost an arm, if he could kill Tang Fan, then it was all worth it.

"Ye Mingdao, thank you for the great gift you gave me!"

Tang Fan came back to his senses and quickly ran the Panshan Sutra while throwing out the Soul Devouring Ding.

The Soul Eater Ding emitted a brilliant brilliance, as if it had magical power, and it whirled and swirled.

A hiss rang out in the sky, a cry sharper and louder than the canary finch made of a feather fan.

As soon as this sound came out, the illusory canary finch immediately stopped, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and most of its coercion dissipated.

The Soul Eater continued hissing, and out of it flew a huge strange bird, very similar to the strange bird transformed by its feathers, even larger and more beautiful.

"Chirp!"

Seeing it flying, the feathered monster bird turned and fled, but before it could go far, it was completely covered by the Soul Eater.

The golden silk spider finch that flew out of the Soul Eater Ding bit the neck of the feathered monster bird, turned into a ghostly light in its mouth, and flew into the Soul Eater Ding.

"How is this possible, my magic weapon......"

Ye Mingdao looked at the scene in front of him blankly, this picture was too shocking.

He watched his beloved feather fan magic weapon being swallowed, and felt distressed.

The Soul Eater shook violently, and a fierce fighting sound could be heard from it.

After a few moments, everything calmed down, revealing the canary's head, which looked much more solid than before.

It opened its mouth, and even spoke: "Thank you master, I need time to absorb its remnant soul, and I will work for you when I wake up!" ”

"You...... Can you talk? ”

Tang Fan didn't expect such a good thing.

"Although this little finch is also a weak remnant soul, it is a great tonic for me, not only can I improve my cultivation, but also increase my sanity. If I can replenish the Yuan Shen in the future, I can not only increase the power of the Soul Devouring Ding, but also completely manifest itself. ”

"Then you go and cultivate."

Tang Fan nodded, the evolution of the Soul Devouring Ding this time was an unexpected gain, Ye Mingdao was simply here to send the treasure.

"Thank you, master."

After the canary finch finished speaking, it burrowed into the Soul Devouring Ding, and Tang Fan carefully put it into the Qiankun bag.

Tang Fan looked up at Ye Mingdao, hugged his fists and said, "Director Ye, thank you for it!" ”

"Ahh......h Tang Fan, you give me back the magic weapon! ”

This feather magic weapon was obtained by Ye Mingdao by accident, and he didn't know that it was the feathers of the canary finch.

Thinking that such a treasure was given to Tang Fan for nothing, he smoked and screamed.

"Ye Mingdao, what magic weapon do you have, just use it!"

Before Tang Fan's words fell, he had already raised his right hand and threw a punch.

A piece of golden light emanated, and a fist shadow appeared in front of Ye Mingdao as if it were real.

They all fire in unison, eventually overlapping each other to deliver a fatal blow.

Unconsciously, Tang Fan's Nine Turns Shengang Fist had also reached the verge of breaking through and touched the bottleneck.

Ye Mingdao felt the terrifying power of the golden fist in front of him and stretched out his hand.

This finger seemed ordinary, but it shook the sky, and a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and a bolt of lightning flew out, blasting straight towards Tang Fan's golden fist.

"Heavenly Thunder God Finger, it's my Ye family's peerless learning, see how many fingers you can bear with me!"

Ye Mingdao's hair was windless, and his eyes were full of blood, and the killing intent shook the sky.

Under his voice, this incomparably thick lightning bolt was still expanding, like a pillar of light, and it slammed into it with great ferocity.

"The Ye family, it really shouldn't be underestimated!"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Tang Fan's mouth, and he knew at a glance that the Shengang Fist under his current was not the opponent of the Heavenly Thunder God Finger.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the pillar of light slammed into the golden fist, the sound spread in all directions, and the impact caused by it swept around, and Tang Fan's body rolled upside down and slammed into the wall.

The walls collapsed, and he was pushed out of the villa.

"Second finger!"

Ye Mingdao didn't stop for a moment, and stretched out his hand to the sky again.

The sea of clouds rolled, as if a terrifying power was brewing inside, and finally the thunder rolled, turning into a thicker lightning bolt again, and all the energy exploded, shooting quickly towards Tang Fan.

"I've given you face!"

Tang Fan ignored the injuries on his body, his momentum exploded, and he also exuded endless killing intent.

"Cloud Tribulation!"

Tang Fan spat out two words lightly, and the Sky Cutting Flying Sword immediately flew out, and a red light flew into the air, as if to cut off the thick lightning.

"Childish!"

The corners of Ye Mingdao's mouth were contemptuous, if he hadn't been injured on Shuangjing Mountain before, and then broke an arm, in his opinion, Tang Fan would have died at his hands a long time ago.

"Boom!"

The red mangs collided with the pillar of light, and the mountains and seas were overwhelming, forming an impact again.

The red glow faded, but only a small crack appeared in the pillar of light.

"Wind Brake!"

The Sky Slashing Flying Sword attack was again, setting off a violent wind, forming an independent wind world, enveloping the pillar of light.

In order to control the Sky Slashing Flying Sword, Tang Fan's face was pale at the moment, his whole body was dancing wildly, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

Finally, in this world of wind, the pillar of light gradually weakened and lost its original power.

"What a good sword, kill you, it's mine!"

Ye Mingdao greedily looked at the Sky Slashing Flying Sword and pointed out another finger.

"Heavenly Thunder God Finger, Third Finger!"

This time, a finger emitting thunder and lightning silver light flew down from the sky, as if it had emptied everything, the void was distorted, and with a tendency against the sky, it went straight to the top of Tang Fan's head.

Tang Fan was just about to take out the dragon's spine, but suddenly he had an idea, decisively gave up the dragon's back, pinched his fingers, and drew a white circle in front of him......

"All kinds of dreams come true!"

As soon as the four characters came out, the white circle in front of Tang Fan turned into a bright mirror, from which the huge finger in the sky was reflected.

The two fingers slammed together, and a huge sound wave spread around, and Tang Fan and Ye Mingdao were shocked and flew out.

"This can't be, what kind of spell is this!"

Ye Mingdao's shock couldn't be put into words, this spell was really incredible.

Tang Fan didn't speak, and at the same time as his mind was racing rapidly, the appearance of the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor when he cast the illusion scripture appeared.

I saw him step out with his legs, dance his arms, and then, shadows appeared at his feet.

These shadows were illusory at first, but with the casting of Tang Fan's spells, they gradually turned into Tang Fan's appearance.

That is, in an instant, countless Tang Fan appeared in front of Ye Mingdao.

"A Thousand Illusions and Demon ......"

Tang Fan muttered to himself, although he was not as powerful as the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor, but after all, this was only the first time, and it was already very satisfying to him.

"How did you learn the illusion of the old ghost with a thousand faces!"

Ye Mingdao's scalp was numb, and he really couldn't tell which one was the real Tang Fan in front of him.

"It's not over yet!"

Tang Fan in front of Ye Mingdao spoke at the same time, and took strange steps at the same time.

Patches of mist formed under their feet, and eventually these mist were connected together in pieces, completely enveloping Ye Mingdao.

In the mist, sometimes sand and rocks fly, sometimes lightning and thunder, and there is nothing to see around, only all kinds of attack methods.

"This ...... It's not an illusion, it's an attack formation! ”

Ye Mingdao never thought that because of his slight negligence, he would fall into such a strange formation.

Tang Fan gasped for breath, and on the basis of casting the Illusion Sutra, he once again cast the Nine Turns of the Qiankun Step.

This was his temporary whim, and his cultivation was obviously a little unable to keep up, and he couldn't hold on anymore......