You must know that these white hairs have been cultivated by her for many years, and many elixirs have been added, and each of them has been refined to wear golden cracked stones, and at this time, they were actually ignited by real fire.

Despite the heartache, she still resolutely let go of the white hair, and the white hair on the boulder suddenly cracked, part of it was burned clean, and some of it disappeared into the boulder.

Zhang Yuanfeng shook the paper fan and said with a smile: "Good means, Cihang True Fire restrains evil methods, it is really true, then try my Infinite Demon Fire." ”

After speaking, Zhang Yuanfeng suddenly opened his mouth, and a black beating flame erupted from his mouth, heading straight for Jingfan.

This black flame was only the size of a fist at first, but in the middle of flying, it turned into a black sea of fire and went straight to the Pure Buddha Scroll.

Jingfan glanced at the black flame and said, "Compared to Linglong, although they are all in the same realm, you are far behind, and your demon fire is not pure at all. ”

As soon as she raised her bare hand, a golden flame danced in front of her, and it also turned into a sea of fire to meet it.

The black flames in the void were like rolling waves, and the momentum was amazing, while the golden flames seemed to be very plain and blocked there, and the magic fire could not cross the thunder pool in the slightest.

Not only that, the Demon Fire was defeated one after another, and under the rolling of the golden flames, the Demon Fire collapsed one after another.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanfeng's face was extremely ugly, this magic fire is his own killer weapon, is it really evil that does not prevail over good?

"Old decay helps you!"

The drunkard smiled, picked up a yellow gourd in his hand, patted the gourd, and the clear wine flowed out, swimming in the air, and went straight to the magic fire in the air.

The wine flowed out, and a mellow aroma wafted out, and he sniffed the wine trough, full of pity as he watched the wine fall on the demon fire.

Suddenly, the demon fire was blessed by these drinks, and a three-foot-high flame rose up, actually reversing the defeat at once, and pressing back towards the golden flame little by little.

Seeing this scene, the drunkard grinned, raised the gourd, took a big sip of wine, and a very special aura shrouded his body, he took a step, as if his steps were unsteady, and his body staggered.

However, the feet are firmly on the ground, but they do not fall.

Su Yan's figure disappeared into the land, but she must have lurked around, launching a sneak attack on Jingfan.

The drunkard shook his hand, and several black flags flew out and landed hundreds of meters away, these flags sank into the soil and disappeared, and the next moment, a large black mist emerged from the place where these flags disappeared.

The black mist spread rapidly, and the fog was mixed with the power of cold and cold, and the air around it dropped by several points.

The drunkard grinned strangely, dragging a small and delicate black coffin in his hand, and a crimson rune was engraved on the lid of the coffin, and he reached out and threw it away.

The black light around the small coffin surged, dripping and turning in the air, and as it turned, the coffin became larger and larger, and finally turned into two meters, and plunged into the ground with one end.

There was a roar from inside the coffin, and the lid of the coffin was pounded with a loud bang.

Jingfan in the void swept down, her face a little gloomy, because even if she was separated by a coffin, she could detect the amazing corpse qi in the coffin.

In this coffin, there must be a bronze corpse, the bronze corpse is simply invincible among the monks of the same realm, even the sword cultivator is difficult to compete, after all, the flesh of these bronze corpses is very terrifying, and it is difficult to hurt ordinary magic weapons.

Of course, this means that the bronze corpse with independent consciousness, if it is manipulated by others, its strength will be somewhat reduced.

Seeing the drunkard holding the corpse control bell in his hand, Jingfan breathed a sigh of relief, this bronze corpse was completely under control, since he wanted to drive the copper corpse, it was difficult to take care of the rest of the spells.

Seeing that her Cihang True Fire was losing and retreating, she didn't seem to be worried, Cihang Xuanmen had many methods.

She was barefoot, and immediately went straight to the sick son Zhang Yuanfeng, stepping on the void on her toes, lotus flowers appeared on her toes, and layers of ripples rippled in the void.

At this time, the bell sounded loudly, the coffin lid suddenly opened, and a gray corpse qi emerged, and a faint shadow swept out, heading straight for Jingfan.

Jingfan was about to approach the sick man, but at this time, he noticed that something was wrong behind him, so he immediately dodged sideways, and slashed over with a palm, applause like thunder, palm wind like wind cutting, and lifted her robe.

Look closely, this bronze corpse is actually a female corpse, the female corpse is wearing a gray cloth linen clothes, and a bright red rune is printed on her forehead, at this moment the rune is flashing with a faint light, the female corpse's eyes are blank, and her body is shrouded in a faint copper light, and she pounces on Jingfan again.

Jingfan's face remained unchanged, a flower on his toes, and a lotus flower bloomed under him, and he appeared behind the female corpse, and his jade hand reached out and slapped it fiercely at the female corpse.

Airplanes!

Like Zhong Ming, although this blow used secret techniques, this palm was powerful, but when it hit this female corpse, it only slapped her into the pit with one palm.

At this time, three thousand white hairs suddenly flew out of the ground, and the speed of the white hair thunder wrapped around Jingfan, and the black gas on the roots of the white hair was swirling, shrinking little by little, trapping Jingfan tightly.

"I said, your gray hair is of no use to me. ”

Jing Fan sensed that the demonic qi had invaded his body with his hair, and he snorted coldly, and a large area of golden flames appeared around his body, and these white hairs fell out one after another.

At this time, Zhang Yuanfeng had already launched an attack, he abandoned the Void Infinite Demon Fire, and threw the folding fan in his hand, and the folding fan suddenly spun around, and a faint cyan glow flashed on the folding fan.

Jingfan just broke free, and the female corpse below was about to stand up under the control of the drunkard, Jingfan was barefoot, and the female corpse was stepped on by her again, falling into the pit, and at this time she also happened to avoid the attack of the paper fan.

Suddenly, her cuffs shook, and a white silk swept out, and this white silk was engraved with pale green runes, and after the sacrifice, the white silk surrounded her.

Then the jade bracelet on Jingfan's wrist flashed, and there was an extra one-person-high bamboo cane in his hand.

This bamboo cane has a total of twelve knots, but the bamboo is not green, but light purple, and it was grabbed by Jingfan in his hand, and a faint purple arc appeared on the bamboo cane.

"Purple bamboo cane, magic weapon!"

When the drunkard saw this purple bamboo cane, his face changed slightly, and then he showed a greedy look.

This purple bamboo cane is not to say that it is a magic weapon level, this purple bamboo is refined from the purple bamboo in the purple bamboo forest in the holy land of Cihang, these purple bamboos have existed for many years, and the dojo of Cihang Bodhisattva has also been in the purple bamboo forest, these purple bamboos are not only spiritual energy, but also have a trace of Buddhism.

It is the only magic weapon to restrain evil things, and the magic weapon of the demon gate to suppress them is naturally very clear.

"Mine, don't rob me!"

Su Yan came out at some point, and looked at the purple bamboo cane with blazing eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, I can get it by my ability, this purple bamboo cane is a magic weapon, everyone can get it, why can't I rob it with you?

The sick boy Zhang Yuanfeng showed a sarcastic look.

At this time, the surroundings were already shrouded in the black mist, and only a few figures could be barely seen.

"Cihang purple bamboo cane, how can you touch it?"

Jingfan smiled indifferently, they didn't know the horror of Cihang Xuanmen at all, maybe they didn't participate in the battle of the inland Xuanmen, for thousands of years, they almost forgot about Cihang Xuanmen.

Moreover, on weekdays, the people of Cihangmen are very low-key, only accepting apprentices, and rushing back to Penglai in the East China Sea after receiving them.

Glancing at the female corpse that rushed towards him again, Jingfan no longer hesitated, his figure flickered, and instantly appeared in front of the female corpse, without hesitation, a staff was pointed on the female corpse's eyebrow talisman.