Under the gaze of the little girl in the short skirt and the eyes of many Wang Yangguo monks on the field, Yang Fan slowly raised his left hand.

At the moment, more than fifty percent of the monks in the castle. All gathered in this indigenous royal palace.

There was a dead silence all around.

The little girl in the short skirt was pale, her soul power had been exhausted ninety percent, and her mind was also damaged, and she couldn't exert two or three points of strength.

If Yang Fan wanted to single-handedly attack the layers of encirclement formed by the "Ghost Illusion Gate", she would naturally not worry: no matter how strong Shi Qianhan's strength was. After all, he is also a monk in the foundation period.

Then, when Yang Fan raised the left hand of death, she suddenly had the illusion that even if she was guarded by tens of millions of monks, it was a false description.

This number is the same as her "dream soul". Domineering.

Could it be that Shi Qianhan also mastered a similar domineering spiritual secret technique?

Otherwise, how could he calmly deal with the attack of the Dream Spirit. And even have the upper hand?

All the monks on the field began to speculate, speculating on the abilities that Demon Dao Shi Qianhan might have.

"Come in

Yang Fan's eyes were smeared with a trace of strange color, accompanied by a consumption of soul power.

He suddenly understood that the Immortal Hong Secret Technique was also a deep use of the soul.

If it was in a normal state, he would definitely not rashly make a move on the little girl in a short skirt, after all, the other party is at the same level as himself, and his skills in the use of the soul surpass him.

In that case, Yang Fan's success rate will not exceed 30%"

However, the little girl in the short skirt of this revenge, in the battle of the dream space, her soul power was exhausted by ninety percent, and her mind was even more damaged.

"Ahh

The little girl in the short skirt suddenly screamed quietly, her little face flushed, and she kept choking. Her neck seemed to be clasped by something, and she couldn't breathe. Unable to speak.

Her eyes were filled with horror, and her petite body struggled.

But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape the hand of death in the dark.

Yang Fan's left hand was raised in mid-air, in a half-grip shape, as if he could ignore the space barrier and tightly clamp the neck of the little girl in the short skirt.

All the monks on the field looked horrified, which was due to the fear of the unknown.

What kind of supernatural means is this?

Hurt people invisibly. You can't see the attack route, and you can't dodge it.

The two left sides are separated by dozens of zhang and separated by heavy protective rings. All these defenses are described as fictitious.

The monks on the field couldn't help but feel a little more fear in their eyes when they looked at Shi Qianhan.

"Quick! let her go!"

The ghost-eyed man finally reacted. Dao was almost roaring, and a pair of ghostly eyes were blood-red, and his eyes were about to split.

"I won't let her go. What can you do?"

Shi Qian smiled coldly.

"If you kill her, our master will not spare you, do you want to be hunted down by high-ranking monks?"

The ghost-eyed man threatened.

"I'm sorry, I, Shi Qianhan, have never been threatened! Since she dares to kill me, how can I, Shi, spare her life. ”

Shi Qianhan looked indifferent.

Click!

His left hand slammed into it, and the throat of the little girl in the short skirt was crushed. At the same time, a devastating force melted into its body, destroying its soul in an instant.

Thump!

The body of the girl fell to the ground. Life and death are only in a thought.

Shi Qianhan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if enjoying the power of that moment.

The monks on the field couldn't help but gasp. This is really terrifying: the second kill foundation building period, just in the other party's thoughts.

Shi Qianhan's dead left hand shocked everyone on the field.

Silence! Silence is terrible!

The monks of the foundation building period present all had a deep fear of Shi Qianhan.

"You're looking for death!"

The ghost-eyed man roared angrily, and the whole person fell into semi-madness, the ghost's eyes were bloodshot, and a cold aura overwhelmed him.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and his fingers dissolved an esoteric and intricate pattern in the void. Then he slapped the special storage bag on his waist, and an eerie and chilling ghost mist shrouded a radius of several feet, and a breath of death came from inside.

A huge shadow flashed out, it was a terrible ghost with unkempt hair and blood-red eyes, three feet high, and between swallowing, it released a cloud of green breath, making people dizzy.

"That's actually a powerful ghost close to the level of the ghost king!"

All the monks retreated one after another, and if they were touched by the yin qi of this powerful ghost, even if they didn't die, they would shed a layer of skin.

"This guy is crazy, he actually released the ghost thing that can't be fully controlled, the strength of this powerful ghost is close to the high level, enough to build a foundation"

Blood Demon Old Seven said with a slight shock.

"You're looking for death!"

Shi Qian smiled coldly, and his figure suddenly stepped away, as if there was an invisible force supporting him.

"Shi Qianhan, this ghost is not easy to deal with, why don't you let us help you. ”

The young girl among the three sons of the Blood Demon said with a solemn face.

"It's just a ghost. Stone is enough for a certain person. ”

Shi Qianhan smiled proudly, the demonic energy on his body was surging and agitating, and the powerful demonic power overwhelmed a radius of dozens of zhang.

The three sons of the Blood Demon looked at each other and said secretly: This Shi Qianhan is too conceited, and he actually dares to despise a powerful ghost who is close to the level of a ghost king.

"Die!"

The ghost-eyed man had a hideous face, and blood flowed from his hands. In the void, he unleashed a spell that was constantly flowing.

The huge ghost that was three feet tall let out a sky-shattering roar in vain, and the ghostly figure rushed towards Yang Fan with a "swoop", and the speed was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and only an afterimage could be seen.

"Look at the fight!"

Shi Qianhan looked up to the sky and roared, and the mighty demonic energy in his body surged out,

This moment. All the monks deeply felt the power of the essence of the demonic path that shocked their hearts and souls.

Rage, indulgence, petty ruthlessness, killing, bloodthirsty, madness, domineering "The purest and domineering demon path that gathers the power of thousands of dark and destructive factors in the world!"

This is the real way of the devil!!

Shi Qianhan slapped out with a palm, and the momentum was magnificent, containing the power of landslides and earth cracks, and it bombarded with the huge ghost. The body shook slightly, but he was not defeated.

All the Demon Dao monks on the field were deeply shocked. Especially those demonic monks in the foundation building period.

Shi Qianhan was obviously a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, but he was able to exert such a terrifying and powerful palm. Fight hard and undefeated with the existence of the close ghost king.

Bang bang!

A man and a ghost launched an earth-shattering exchange in the void.

"He's really just in the middle of the foundation?. Blood Demon Old Seven asked in disbelief, "When I first saw him, he was still in the early stage of contemplation. He must have concealed his true cultivation. "Nope. The Blood Demon Fifth shook his head: "He only used the power of this level in the middle stage of foundation building, but his attack was terrifying, close to the peak of foundation building. However, looking at the current trend, he has no advantage in fighting this powerful ghost. If you continue to fight, you may lose the upper hand. ”

The fifth blood demon is the highest cultivation among the three sons, and in the later stage of foundation building, his speech is naturally authoritative.

Yang Fan fought with this powerful ghost for a moment. I also realized its horror, this ghost is more and more fierce the more you fight. The more you fight, the more courageous you become.

In terms of explosive power, the Nine Demons Demon Skill is naturally the best to do, but if he continues to fight, Yang Fan is really not an opponent.

"Hahaha," the ghost-eyed man smirked. Secretly said: "This ghost can't even be completely controlled by me, and it is even possible to fight back, if you don't meet a strong person, how can you take it out against the enemy?"

Bang!

At a certain moment, Yang Fan flew out with the help of his strength, and opened a certain distance from the ghost.

"It's time to finish,"

Yang Dan muttered to himself.

With that, he raised his left hand.

Left hand, death left hand, strike again!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on his left hand, as if they wanted to see some clues from it.

The ghost roared and rushed towards Yang Fan, the ghost aura was raging, and everyone hurriedly dodged away.

Yang Fan stood in the void, motionless, and his aura changed suddenly.

The demonic energy that was originally caged around the body suddenly converged, and a turbulent fluctuation came.

Between his eyebrows, a crescent mark appeared. It's flickering and weird.

The Roaring Ghost felt a little uneasy, but it didn't think much about it, and pounced on it by inertia.

And at this moment, Yang Fan finally made a move.

Burst!

In his palm, a deep demonic flame suddenly burst out.

In the heart of its flame, there is a mysterious ghostly light, flashing and flashing, interchanging light and dark, mysterious and weird

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

The ghostly light flickered and flickered, causing the hearts of the monks on the field to beat faster.

This macro. A radius of dozens of miles. A strange fluctuation, carrying the breath of death and destruction, made the souls of countless living beings tremble.

"That's,"

The monks stared at the demonic flame in Yang Fan's palm.

Three Demon Flames!!

The Demon Dao monks were the first to react, their hearts beating rapidly, and their faces were a little more awe-inspiring, solemn, and solemn.

"Shattered!"

Yang Fan's eyes were condensed into one point, and he slapped it out with one palm. The "Netherworld Demon Flame" carries the breath of destruction that comes from the eternity, like the black light of death, and it is a powerful ghost with a fierce momentum to the peak.

Burst!

The ghost froze, and at that moment, the ghost's body trembled.

"Ahh

The next moment, a terrible scream shook the entire castle.

All monks, whether they are competing for the magic weapon. It was still a treasure hunt everywhere, and they were all stunned, shocked by the screams that went straight to the soul.

The moment the ghost was close to the level of the ghost king, the moment his body came into contact with the "Nether Demon Flame", it was ignited by the pure destructive power condensed to the extreme, and then turned into ashes in an instant.

Faintly, the Nether Demon Flame seemed to have restrained this powerful ghost.

After doing this, Yang Fan fell back to the ground lightly.

The blow just now actually drained a quarter of the demonic energy in his body at once.

After all, that powerful ghost is close to a high-level existence. It's nice to be able to kill it so easily.

"One Demon Flame, what is the relationship between him and the Three Demon Old Demons?"

The monks looked horrified.

"Sure enough, we didn't guess wrong"

The Blood Demon Lao Qi and the young girl next to him glanced at each other.

They had long suspected that Yang Fan had something to do with the Three Phantom Old Demons, and now they saw that the other party had dispatched the Nether Demon Flame. It's even more certain.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to kill Shi?"

The crescent moon mark that Shi Qianhan saw on his forehead flickered and flickered, and his deep dark eyes stared at the ghost-eyed man.

"Three Demon Flames

The ghost's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

", retreat!"

The ghost-eyed man exhaled urgently, and the monks of the "Ghost Illusion Gate" swooped and fled at a lightning speed, and all of them flew away.

Yang Fan nodded, and his gaze suddenly fixed on Jin Hongmen's burly Han Hongwang.

To be exact, he should be looking at the high-grade spirit stone in his hand.

"Ahh

The flood net, which is also in the middle of foundation building, can't help but shudder.

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