"Bang ......"

A crisp sound of sword collision resounded through the heavens and the earth, and in a few breaths, Wang Fan fought with the spirit demon scattered people on the opposite side for several rounds.

Although there is no difference between victory and defeat on the surface, Wang Fan can clearly feel that he has fallen into the upper hand in these few encounters.

As for the reason, that is, the dark red and glowing filthy spirit knife in the hands of the spirit demon scatterer, the moment it touched his flying sword, in addition to its own material, it also made the spirit of the flying sword greatly lost.

After shaking off the man opposite, Wang Fan stood out of thin air, becoming more and more cautious in his heart, this person is not easy to deal with.

As everyone knows, the spirit and demon scattered people on the other side also had the same idea, and after a little silence, his body moved, and he disappeared into the sky.

Looking back, it was above Wang Fan's head, a huge sword blade rolled downward, and the air around him froze.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, his hands pinched again and again, and finally pointed out, and said in a low voice: "Mountain... Collapse ......"

Suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura gathered one after another, and a transparent mountain peak stretched across the sky.

Then the "boom ......" exploded, and the huge power went straight to the attacking Daogang.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Fan didn't think about it, his body moved, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place.

"Ground Crack ......"

With Wang Fan's words, the earth suddenly shattered, and streams of misty qi drifted out, and finally converged into an earthy yellow dragon.

Wang Fan's heart moved, and the dragon raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, opened his bloody mouth, and rushed away without hesitation.

The pupils of the spirit demon who was resisting the landslide technique shrank, and he immediately struck the boulder with a force.

"Look for death!" the spirit demon screamed angrily, and then his body moved, and he quickly retreated backwards.

At the same time, he pinched with one hand and whispered, "Break ......"

As he spoke, he drew his knife and slashed into the void, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura poured in, and he immediately slashed out with a vast demonic might.

"Boom ......"

An invisible ripple suddenly collided with it, and the dark clouds floating in the sky scattered in all directions, revealing the sun behind the clouds.

Seeing this, Wang Fan took a deep breath, it was just a temptation just now, his right hand slapped the storage bag, and suddenly several painting scrolls appeared on his hand, this is his real means, and it is also to test the power of these paintings.

Although he made these paintings himself, and he knew the power of these paintings, what could he do without using them himself, and this was an excellent testing ground.

His mind moved, and suddenly the five scrolls in front of him unfolded one after another, revealing the contents inside.

There were five different figures, but without exception, they were all the god-transforming monks that Wang Fan had seen at the beginning, and he had experienced the Taoist meaning of their people.

At this time, Wang Fan's hands changed silently, and he said crisply: "Go-"

Suddenly, several rays of light and shadow floated out of the scroll, or with a flick of the fingers, or a grasp of the void, or ......

The moment the people in these paintings appeared, the pupils of the spirit demon scattered people shrank suddenly, with his knowledge, he naturally would not fail to recognize these people, this is the pillar of the Cangyue Kingdom: the god monk.

At the same time, a stream of Dao intent quietly spread all around, and the tip of it was already close to the spirit and demon scatterer.

If these Dao intentions were allowed to completely soak his body and mind, needless to say, the final outcome would be absolutely tragic, not to mention that this was still the Dao intent of the five people.

However, the eyes of the spirit demon scattered people flickered slightly, and their expressions changed suddenly, but they were not surprised but rejoiced, and let out a laugh.

He also didn't forget to thank him and said, "Thank you, Daoyou!"

As he spoke, his hands suddenly moved, but he had already expected Wang Fan's move.

Entering the Tao with painting, it is obvious that it is necessary to draw the monk who transforms into a god, paints a god, and transforms a god.

However, what puzzled the Spirit Demon Scattered people was that Wang Fan was able to draw the Dao meaning of the five god-transforming monks in the painting, but why he hadn't turned into a god really made him extremely puzzled.

He even guessed that Wang Fan was most likely a disciple of a certain big sect, otherwise how could these god-transforming cultivators of the Cangyue Kingdom let him easily comprehend his own Dao Intent, and it was a five-strand Dao intent at one time.

But now, it fell into his pre-calculated calculations, and I saw him pinch his hands again and again, and then his body bent, and he slammed the knife downward, and said angrily: "Filthy spirit ......"

Suddenly, the dragon head at the handle of the knife seemed to be alive, and its body suddenly moved, quickly turning into a long dragon, flying into the air and hovering around.

"Condensation ......" Immediately after, the Spirit Demon Sanren's right hand nodded his eyebrows, and suddenly a bright red grain of rice was emitted from it.

The moment it appeared, this rice-grain-sized thing was like a glutton, absorbing the Dao intent that the Spirit Demon Dao people had slowly condensed

Seeing this, Wang Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, but he didn't recognize it, but then an eager voice sounded in his head, and he knew what this grain of rice was.

And Ronan was originally sleeping and cultivating, but he suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, and through Wang Fan's eyes, he did see the grain of rice clearly.

This is a person's palm, and the flesh and bones on it are still shining, but they are not rotten, and as long as you reach that cultivation, you will naturally be able to do this.

And the moment he saw it, he recognized the palm of his own.

Later, when he saw what the spirit demon sanren on the opposite side was going to do, he immediately scolded: "Damn, you dare to mess with your Uncle Ronan's hand, boy, hurry up and get rid of him for me, this guy is simply looking for death!"

When he said that, he had a tendency to rush out of Dao Luozhu and do it himself.

Since you want to suck it, let you suck it enough, I don't believe you can absorb all ten of these human intentions.

Hearing this, even if Wang Fandang understood what the situation was, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and five painting scrolls appeared in his hand again, and suddenly five different Taoist intentions rushed away.

Seeing this, the spirit demon scattered person who was in the middle of the Dao Intent, due to the huge amount of spiritual power consumed by casting spells, a trace of worry couldn't help but appear on his pale face, but then, he put his mind at ease.

Just because of this treasure of his own, this palm still seems to be able to absorb the rest of the Dao meaning, and when it is completely absorbed, it will ......

And Wang Fan here couldn't help but shrink his pupils suddenly, and suddenly found that he seemed to underestimate this thing.

But at this point, he has no room for regret.

And Wang Fan, who was in Dao Luozhu, couldn't help but scold: "Boy, that's my hand, my hand, do you know it, just with your move, you still want to break him, it's tantamount to a sheep falling into the tiger's mouth, let me come out!"

"No!" Wang Fan refused without hesitation, with an unquestionable look in his words.

As he spoke, he closed his eyes unusually.