"Huh......"

Yang Fan felt that something was wrong, only to feel that the strong spiritual pressure in the later stage of foundation building had disappeared without a trace.

Faintly, he heard an exclamation, which seemed to be the "Three Demon Flames" or something, and then the coercion disappeared inexplicably.

At this moment, he was kneeling cross-legged in the demonic qi spiritual spring under the bottom of the Qingjiang River, and the demonic qi flowing around his body gradually loosened, obviously the pure demonic qi in this spiritual spring was about to be exhausted.

"It's going to run out so soon......"

He sighed, lightly lifted up, jumped out of the entrance of the spiritual spring the size of the wellhead, and stood at the bottom of the Qingjiang River.

At this moment, he felt a special feeling.

Sizzle~

There was a small dark cloud in the sky, and between the lightning and thunder, a thumb-thick purple thunderbolt was condensed, and a dignified heavenly power fell from the sky.

Airplanes~

The mysterious demonic flame that had been fused many times emitted a trembling sound, and the ghostly light coming out of the flame heart flashed and flashed, like a heartbeat, thrilling, and made the gods and ghosts tremble.

Whew!

Thumb-thick purple thunder fell from the sky and hit the Nether Demon Flame.

The demonic flame trembled, and the ghostly light in the center immediately dimmed a little.

In the dark, there was a tragic pain.

"Not good!"

Yang Fan's expression changed, how could he let the demonic flame he had painstakingly cultivated dissipate?

Burst!

The demonic qi on his body was shocked, and Yang Fan turned into a black afterimage, breaking through the water and flying into the void, and a ray of black light gushed out between his fingers, injecting into the demonic flames.

In an instant, the demonic flame's momentum was great, and it actually fought against the thunder of that day, and did not admit defeat at all.

This situation is completely beyond common sense. Ordinary demonic exercises, when encountering the power of thunder and lightning, must be subject to a certain amount of restraint.

Of course, the Nether Demon Flame is an extremely powerful demonic supernatural power, and ordinary thunder and lightning power cannot restrain it.

However, at this moment, it is facing the power of heavenly thunder.

Yang Fan's heart was awe-inspiring, and he frantically injected the Nine Demon Qi into the Demon Flame, which was the baptism of heavenly thunder that he would experience when the 'Nether Demon Flame' was born.

Once it can be accomplished, this demonic flame will not be afraid of those supernatural powers that can restrain the demonic path, and can even generate extremely powerful immunity.

If it fails, the light demon flame will be damaged, and Yang Fan will be hit hard. In the heavier case, the demon flame dissipated, Yang Fan's soul was shattered, and his soul was scattered.

Now is the critical moment of life and death, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace.

Whoosh~

The power of the thunder and lightning did not stop, and wisps of thunder snakes wrapped around the demonic flames, intending to kill them in the cradle.

Yang Fan was furious, feeling that the demon flame was a little irresistible, and as soon as the Nine Demons Qi in his body came out of his body, most of it was annihilated by the thunder snake.

In the blink of an eye, the demonic energy in Yang Fan's body was almost exhausted. Because all the demonic qi before was used to refine the Netherworld Demon Flame, which was already consumed.

His face sank, and a pale green air flow gushed out from Yang Fan's palm, along the demonic flame, and struck with the dense thunder snake.

Whoosh~

The thunder snake was violently consumed, and the demonic flame momentum was immediately ferocious, and it began to counterattack, and it actually began to eat away at the remaining power of the heavenly thunder little by little.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan was overjoyed and continued to inject pale green airflow.

At this stage, the power of the Immortal Hongjue he cultivated seemed to contain a large component of the wood family name, and with the ability to defy the sky, it just restrained most of the power of thunder and lightning.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The power of the heavenly thunder became weaker and weaker, and the ghostly light in the center of the Nether Demon Flame became brighter and brighter, giving people the illusion that it seemed to be able to hide the light of the bright moon.

Finally, with the help of Yang Fan's Heavenly Immortal Fortune, the Netherworld Demon Flame successfully experienced the baptism of thunder and lightning. And the dark cloud in the void also disappeared out of thin air, which was extremely weird.

"This place is not good for long. ”

Yang Fan's heart sank, put away the slightly rudimentary Netherworld Demon Flame, harnessed the Qingfeng Sword, and flew away into the distance, disappearing into the sky after a while.

Thinking that the Netherworld Demon Flame has been baptized by the heavenly thunder, the momentum is not small, and the monks within a radius of a hundred miles may be able to detect it.

Sure enough, after a while, some monks flew here one after another, but they didn't find any clues.

Because Yang Fan was cultivating in the depths of the Qingjiang River, and the baptism of heavenly thunder was also above the water, when he left, everything was submerged by the turbulent water of the Qingjiang River.

"Just now, I saw a thunderstorm coming here, and the momentum was not small, and I thought that there was some heaven and earth spirit creature that had been baptized by the thunder......

"Is it really a thunderbolt?" someone questioned: "I don't think so, maybe a high-ranking monk fought here." ”

"Let it go...... Fart...... That's not ...... Not ordinary thunderbolts. ”

A shrill stammering voice came, and it was an extremely ugly young man who looked at the man with disdain.

"Hmph, just on your side?" the man glanced at him, sneering.

Bang ~

The ugly boy's hands were staggered, creating a powerful arc of electricity that flashed in the air.

Thunder and lightning powers!

All the monks around him were shocked.

People who have mastered the magic power of thunder and lightning are rare.

If Yang Fan was present, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as his identity at a glance, wouldn't it be Hu Fei, a genius from the Rain Misty Mountain Villa who escaped with the loot?

"Hmph...... That's not ...... It's not ordinary thunder and lightning, it's hard to ...... Don't you ...... Didn't feel ...... Tianwei!"

Hu Fei glanced at the man before with contempt.

"Little brother is right, I was closer just now, and I also felt a power from heaven and earth, but I am not sure. Another Contemplation monk chimed in.

"Maybe I was too far away and didn't feel it. The person who had sneered at Hu Fei before, his old face turned red, and he ran away in a gray manner, so that he could continue to lose face in front of everyone.

"Alas...... If you just ...... If I was there just now, then ...... That's it. Can...... Can help...... Help share a little lightning washing...... Baptism. ”

Hu Fei said slightly depressed.

The people around him listened to him, and it was strange and uncomfortable, but he finally understood.

Help share the baptism of thunder and lightning?

The men all looked at him with idiot eyes, and then dispersed.

As we all know, when facing the catastrophe, outsiders must not interfere, otherwise they may be extra "taken care" of the heavenly thunder.

"Hmph. White...... Idiot!"

Hu Fei looked at these scattered crowds with disdain, and then flew in a certain direction along the tributaries of the Qingjiang River.

After flying for dozens of miles, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, which seemed to be the second-generation elder of Yuwu Mountain Villa.

"Ahh......h Run!"

Hu Fei's face changed, and he hurriedly flew towards a remote corner on the bank of the Qingjiang River.

He took the risk of escaping with the loot, and at the moment he was already wanted by the "Rainy Misty Villa", so he had some mentality of a bow and a snake.

The figure in the distance, looking at this son running away for no reason, was a little puzzled: "Did you meet an idiot......

Shout!

Hu Fei did not hesitate to consume his vitality, the flying sword under his feet extended a red band of light in the sky, and the sound of breaking the air was like thunder and lightning, he looked for a hidden corner to fly, and in a moment, he finally threw the person away.

Whew!

Wheezing for breath, he soon came to the cliff with dense bushes in the jungle of Qingjiang River, and said with palpitations: "The end ...... Finally dumped him...... Shake it off. ”

But at this moment, Hu Fei suddenly felt an extremely oppressive aura, and black shadows were faintly visible in the jungle, alternating between light and dark, which was extremely weird.

This is obviously a demonic aura.

Could it be that the Demon Dao Cultivator is cultivating here?

Hu Fei is a coarse-nerve person, boasting that he has thunder and lightning powers in his hands, but he is not afraid of ordinary demonic monks.

So, with a bit of curiosity, he walked into the jungle, stepping on the moldy bushes and making a "squeak" sound.

Before he could get close to the jungle, he heard a voice that was cold to the marrow: "What people!"

An awe-inspiring murderous aura came straight through.

"Who...... Who's afraid of whom?"

Hu Fei held his head high and walked towards the jungle, with a few traces of thunder flashing in his palms.

When he walked into the dense forest, he happened to see a slender black-robed man, this person's eyebrows were like swords, his face was like ice, and his body was surrounded by mysterious runes that did not hesitate to move, and there was a mysterious and eternal dark aura.

What's even more special is that there is a flickering crescent mark at the center of the man's eyebrows, and a dark flame is suspended in the palm of his hand.

This man is terrible!

This was Hu Fei's first reaction, and his intuition told him that this person was a great threat to him, and it was best not to be an enemy.

"You...... Who are you?"

Hu Fei said in a hurry.

The man slowly opened his eyes and spit out a few words: "Shi Qianhan." ”

When he saw Hu Fei, a trace of discoloration flashed in his calm eyes, and he returned to calm in the blink of an eye, and then began to continue to condense the demon flame in his hand.

Hu Fei was very curious, looked at the demon flame in his hand, and asked, "Is this ...... What is this?"

Shi Qianhan didn't pay attention to him at all, but he didn't attack, like a thousand-year-old ice sculpture, standing in place, the aura on his body became more and more terrifying.

As time passed, the demonic flame in Shi Qianhan's palm became more and more condensed and stable, and the mysterious crescent mark between his eyebrows also disappeared.

At this moment, he reached out and flicked it lightly, and the demonic flame floated in front of him, while he himself closed his eyes and breathed.

After a long time, the Nine Demons Qi in his body recovered several points, and he opened his mouth slightly, spitting out wisps of faint black flames and injecting them into the demonic flames.

After only holding on for a few dozen breaths, the demonic qi dried up again.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan sighed lightly: "It seems that the condensation of this flame is not something that can achieve results in one or two days. ”

Burst!

With a wave of his hand, the Nether Demon Flame turned into a black glow, blended into his palm, and returned to the depths of the dantian.

"You...... You repair ...... What kind of skill is being cultivated...... Exercises?"

Hu Fei asked curiously.

When facing the demonic flame in Shi Qianhan's hand, he could feel a slight tremor of the thunder and lightning essence in his body, if he really fought against it, whether he could restrain it, he didn't know the bottom in his heart.

Yang Fan knew the surname of this son, and the surname Suo ignored him, and said secretly in his heart: "It took me a month to refine this 'Netherworld Demon Flame', and now I am less than half a year away from the appointment of the cold mountains in Kyoto......

"You...... You ......"

Hu Fei finally got angry, he waited patiently for a long time with his surname, and asked several times, but the other party didn't pay attention to it at all.

Whew!

This is really too deceitful!

Hu Fei jumped up like a spirit monkey, and the thunder and lightning magic power that had already been condensed in his hand turned into a silk arc, and when the hood was facing Yang Fan.

(To be continued)