"Shhh

The huge pain instantly spread to every corner of his Yuan Shen, Feng Xingyuan frowned when he looked at it, Yang Fan was obviously not the kind of person who played with fire and set himself on fire, his eyes flashed, no matter what, there must be a demon when something goes wrong!

Thinking of this, he slammed his palm towards Yang Fan, and then sneered, and a whip suddenly appeared in his hand, this is a whip!

“pia！”

Hearing only a crisp sound, Yang Fan's already painful Yuan Shen suddenly let out a miserable scream, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Xingyuan fiercely.

Feng Xingyuan looked at Yang Fan and said coldly: "Boy, give me death!"

"Drink!"

"Poof!"

The whip in his hand whipped over again, Yang Fan looked at Feng Xingyuan coldly, and tried his best to avoid the whip in Feng Xingyuan's hand, but every time he was hit, it looked extremely painful, as if the more painful Yang Fan looked, the more relieved Feng Xingyuan was, the more relieved he was.

However, in fact, what Feng Xingyuan didn't know was that the first few hits were indeed Yang Fan caught off guard and was extremely painful, however, what surprised Yang Fan was that with the addition of the Divine Whip, this demon flame seemed to burn more vigorously, it seemed to be worse, but in fact it was a charcoal in the snow, although it was a little painful, but this was undoubtedly accelerating the speed of his refining of the Yuan Shen.

It's just that in order to cooperate with Feng Xingyuan, he shouted out the plan, and in an extremely painful way, he forced out two mouthfuls of old blood, if Feng Xingyuan knew Yang Fan's thoughts, I don't know if he would be angry to death.

However, pain is pain, but Yang Fan is undoubtedly the biggest beneficiary now.

Yang Fan's internal view of the current situation of the Yuan Shen is different from what ordinary people understand, other people's Yuan Shen is burned, it will really be destroyed, but under the forgery of the Demon Flame, Yang Fan's breath not only did not become weaker, but also had a tendency to become stronger and stronger, in addition, its most obvious feature is that Yang Fan's Yuan Shen has gradually turned black.

Later, Yang Fan's pain was no longer so obvious, and it seemed that he had begun to slowly adapt to such a tempering, and Feng Xingyuan, who had been whipping Yang Fan, suddenly stared at Yang Fan's eyes, and obviously felt a trace of something wrong, his eyes stared at Yang Fan, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but pause, wanting to see what Yang Fan was doing, it was okay not to look at it, at a glance, he found that Yang Fan's eyes were full of mockery, how could there be any pain, Feng Xingyuan immediately realized that something was wrong, and his heart sank, at this time, let alone wait for any reinforcements, it is better to run for his life！

Just as he was about to leave, his steps slammed suddenly, and he screamed in his heart that it was not good, and then his steps staggered sideways, and when he reappeared, the other person had already appeared thirty feet away.

But where he was staying, he found that Yang Fan had already appeared there, thinking of this, even a veteran like Feng Xingyuan, who had been through a hundred battles and had been on the battlefield for a long time, couldn't help but have a trace of cold sweat on his forehead at this time, I'm afraid that he was going to be planted here today.

However, at this moment, Yang Fan's state is obviously not suitable to fight with others, it just happens that Feng Xingyuan is leaving, but Yang Fan naturally can't let him go, so what he needs to do now is to delay, and it is not too late to settle accounts with him when he has truly and thoroughly refined the Yuan Shen.

Looking at Yang Fan, whose whole body was burning with a raging black demonic flame, Feng Xingyuan's heart moved, and he seemed to have guessed Yang Fan's intentions, but his heart sank again, it was not that he had no other means, it was just that he didn't want to use those means unless he had to, but now, it was obviously not necessary.

I saw him grit his teeth violently, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, fight!

Instantly bit the tip of his tongue, and then suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood residue After catching it with his index finger, he swiped it in the air and wrote a strange symbol, and then Feng Xingyuan snorted softly, and the sky and the earth suddenly became gloomy, and then the clouds and earth in the sky seemed to be affected by something, and suddenly turned blood red.

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, he felt a trace of unusual aura, and his heart was faintly anxious, right now, his Yuan Shen can be said to be as black as ink, if it is in the night, with the naked eye, I am afraid that even if you stand in front of others, you may not be able to see it, but Yang Fan's refining does not seem to be over, as time goes by, Yang Fan's Yuan Shen seems to be slowly fading again, and it looks a little like a gorgeous color like glass.

However, Feng Xingyuan obviously wouldn't wait for him, only to see a strong air flow suddenly appear in the sky, and a super terrifying storm was derived at a very fast speed, if only that, it would be enough, but what makes people feel weird is that this storm is blood-red all over, and it also exudes a solemn aura, as if this super storm does not belong to the world, but from hell.

Not only that, this storm is also rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, just a few breaths of time, this blood-red storm has already skyrocketed to a hundred zhang in size, Yang Fan's face couldn't help but become solemn after seeing this storm take shape, Feng Xingyuan's eyes have never left Yang Fan, seeing the change in Yang Fan's expression, this time he can conclude that Yang Fan is definitely not acting, and sneered and shouted: "Boil, Fengshen feast!!"

I saw Feng Xingyuan's hands suddenly pushed in the direction of Yang Fan's side, only to see a thick smell of blood coming to his nose, Yang Fan saw this, his eyes flashed, his steps moved lightly, and the whole person moved horizontally in an instant, but this blood-colored storm seems to have its own consciousness, no matter which direction Yang Fan changes, it seems that Yang Fan can be accurately tracked, and as time goes by, the farther Yang Fan and the blood-colored storm are apart, the blood-colored storm seems to be able to shrink into inches, but Yang Fan's eyes flashed, this is by no means shrinking into inches, but when the speed is fast to an extreme, people can't help but have an illusion, and the chatter of the blood-colored storm also had a great appearance of never giving up until Yang Fan was completely bombarded, which made Yang Fan also feel a very headache.

Although Yang Fan continued to use the shrinking ground into inches to dodge, but this was obviously not the effect he wanted, he was single-minded, and the speed of refining the Yuan Shen was obviously greatly reduced, and he immediately guided the direction of the blood-colored storm, and began to fly in the direction of Feng Xingyuan after making a big circle, the speed was not fast at first, but the speed of the blood-colored storm became more and more rapid, and not long after, when Yang Fan came to a distance of only more than ten miles from Feng Xingyuan, the blood-colored storm suddenly chased in front of Yang Fan's eyes。

It was also at this time that Yang Fan's speed increased suddenly, and he used it to the extreme, and three steps turned into two steps and suddenly appeared in front of Feng Xingyuan, and the two people were only less than a meter apart from each other, but the flames burning all over Yang Fan's body were also extinguished at this time.

Feng Xingyuan saw Yang Fan suddenly appear in front of his eyes, his face changed suddenly, and when he was about to bombard him fiercely, he was suddenly stunned, he found that Yang Fan did not stop at all, and disappeared in place in a flash.

However, Feng Xingyuan's face changed suddenly, and just as he wanted to dodge, the blood-colored storm of a hundred zhang had already slammed into front of him, and he still looked like he couldn't stop the car.

"Boom!"

Feng Xingyuan was in the center of the blood-colored storm in an instant, and then the whole person was instantly swept into the sky, and the target of the blood-colored storm was obviously not Feng Xingyuan, but since Feng Xingyuan had been involved, it seemed that there was no intention of staying.

"Meet!"

However, at this moment, Feng Xingyuan seemed to be in a monstrous rage, and after finally finding a balance point, he stabilized his body, and his hands stretched outward, and the entire blood-colored storm was instantly split in two by him, spreading out to both sides, and gradually disappeared.

Seeing the blood-colored storm disappear, Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and he also stopped, standing proudly in the sky and looking at Feng Xingyuan coldly, at this moment, the demon flame on his body has basically disappeared, but the strength of the primordial spirit in his body, even he himself has never thought of it, only to see that his primordial spirit has been completely transformed into a glass-like color at this moment, showing black, gray, and silver, constantly circulating.

After looking at himself, his hands were clenched into fists, a sense of strength arose, looking at Feng Xingyuan opposite, the cruel smile on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth gradually revealed, there is no doubt that he is stronger now than before.

However, even Yang Fan himself didn't realize that after his Yuan Shen was refined, at the same time, he also became more evil and murderous.

However, in order to experience the previous means and strength, Yang Fan raised his hand and pointed towards Feng Xingyuan.

"Boom!!"

Feng Xingyuan's face changed instantly, and the space with him as the center collapsed instantly, this is the first form of the Nine Yan Eight Hands, the starting style!

However, being used by Yang Fan at this moment, it doesn't look like a starting hand at all, I'm afraid that even Gu Suli will be dumbfounded when he sees it.

"Poof!"

Feng Xingyuan only felt that his mouth was sweet, and then he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of disbelief, he looked at Yang Fan, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, what kind of magic power is this?

Gritted his teeth, he couldn't hesitate any longer, and he hurried away!

However, this thought of his had just risen, and then he immediately felt as if he had fallen into a folded space, giving him a feeling that he and Yang Fan no longer seemed to be in the same time and space, this kind of thought and illusion, even he himself felt ridiculous, but it was so!

However, what he didn't know was that this was actually a sublimated version of the world prison in Yang Fan's hands, which was like a dimensional space, but this space was very small, so small that it could only accommodate Feng Xingyuan alone!

Yang Fan watched Feng Xingyuan constantly struggling in it, his face constantly changing, but the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more brutal and calm, and then his open five fingers slowly pinched up.

And that dimensional space was like a tightened hemp rope in an instant, if you look at it from the outside world, you can see that Feng Xingyuan at this time seems to have heard a scream, but the sound has not come out, this feeling can't help but make people a little creepy!