Chapter 90: The Golden Crow Flame

These thoughts flashed in the eight-tailed cat's mind, and then he said, "That bronze fragment can't be called a fragment, because that's what it was." I think you already know how extraordinary it is, and it can be intact under the power of the self-explosion of the monk in the middle of foundation building, so it will naturally not be ordinary. ”

Fang Wenyuan looked at the eight-tailed cat with a serious face, he didn't know why, he had a strange feeling in his heart, this guy obviously always ignores himself, why is he so attentive today?

But the eight-tailed cat was determined to help him, which Fang Wen was far from doubting, so it was not good to think about anything else. So he asked, "Now you should tell me how to use it, because the guy behind is about to catch up." ”

"Hmph" the eight-tailed cat became more arrogant, "Okay! This bronze fragment is only the size of a fingernail, like half a wing, so you will mistake it for a fragment." ”

The eight-tailed cat has nothing to do with the use of fragments, but Fang Wenyuan has a request for it now, so it is not good to interject. But Jiang Hao has already chased after him, and the distance at this moment is getting closer and closer, and it is no longer more than a hundred zhang, and the situation is not critical!

So Fang Wenyuan said in a low voice: "The kid in the back is about to catch up!"

The eight-tailed cat looked back and hummed faintly, as if he didn't care. But when he turned around, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and screamed, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Alas" Fang Wenyuan's heart at this time was called a nest fire, but there was no way, because now he was asking for help.

Fortunately, the eight-tailed cat did not procrastinate any longer, and immediately said: "The light of the Yang Lantern is a trace of golden crow fire, and that wing-shaped bronze piece has the breath of golden crow in it, and it should be sealed with a piece of golden crow feathers."

If you want to use it, I suggest you put it next to your eyes and immerse yourself in it, and you'll know how to use it?"

A faint ripple twisted in the void, sneaking in, Fang Wenyuan was originally listening to the eight-tailed cat's words, and suddenly his heart trembled, and a strong sense of crisis struck. Immediately did not dare to hesitate, and immediately flashed to the side, and the tingling sensation of the skin hit the whole body again.

Fang Wenyuan watched the ripple sweep forward, and secretly said in his heart that it was lucky, this was obviously Jiang Hao's condensation again!

At this time, the distance between Jiang Hao and him had been shortened to fifty zhang, and the thunder snake on his body was almost consumed, and the speed was getting slower and slower.

In this case, Fang Wenyuan took out the bronze piece without hesitation and put it in his right eye. This half-wing-shaped piece of bronze has no weight, and there is a faint warmth, sticking to the corner of the eye, it seems to have a stickiness, and it does not move when it is attached to it.

Fang Wenyuan separated a wisp of divine consciousness and prepared to enter it, but before he could get closer, he felt an extremely strong scorching heat. Fang Wenyuan gritted his teeth and continued to break through to it, and there was a pain in his divine consciousness that hurt his soul.

Beads of sweat appeared on Fang Wenyuan's forehead, and the pain in his consciousness pulled at his soul. Fang Wenyuan couldn't help but turn pale, and there was a feeling of weakness in his soul, but he couldn't give up. If you give up, you won't be able to stop Jiang Hao behind you, and when the time comes, let alone capture alive, even escaping for your life will be a problem.

At this time, he was single-minded, and his reaction was a little sluggish, and Jiang Hao behind him kept closing the distance, did he still send out some spells, fortunately, the eight-tailed cat could still resist for a while. However, at this time, the eight-tailed cat was also very anxious, urging Fang Wenyuan vigorously.

Suddenly, the divine consciousness that poked out was burned by a breath inside the bronze piece, and the burning heat inside was very domineering, it seemed that it was because Fang Wenyuan had provoked it.

At this moment, it began to fight back without hesitation, and a flame that was invisible to the naked eye followed Fang Wenyuan's divine sense and went straight to the sea of knowledge, with an indomitable momentum.

"Poof"

Fang Wenyuan's face changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Soon!

Get the invisible fire and quickly spread to the sea of knowledge, heading straight to the central soul. Just at the last moment, the immortal soul opened its eyes and looked at it with golden light, and this invisible fire suddenly quieted down.

Fang Wenyuan even felt a trace of panic on this invisible flame.

Without the slightest hesitation, after this invisible flame quieted down, it quickly withdrew from Fang Wenyuan's sea of knowledge and returned to the bronze piece.

The next moment, the bronze piece suddenly shattered, and a black mist flowed out, meekly sticking to Fang Wenyuan's face, extending backwards from the corner of his eye, turning into a totem, like a wing. made Fang Wenyuan's handsome face add a bit of evil.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan's right hand was not broken on the glove, and the Yang Lantern seemed to be summoned, and a lamp-shaped outline appeared, and a faint flame seemed to be painted on it, but it was quite spiritually swaying from side to side.

After the invisible flame entered Fang Wenyuan's sea of knowledge just now, his heart shook, and only then did he completely sober up at this moment, touching the right side of his face, feeling a strange feeling, and looking at the Yang Lantern on the back of his hand.

Fu Zhi was like a soul, his eyes widened, and the light on the Yang Lantern suddenly broke away from the wick and flew into his right eye. Suddenly, the entire right eye turned blue, becoming very weird, and the wing totem on the face flashed and disappeared.

The Miyang lamp on the top is originally like a painting on it, but after the lamp is separated, it suddenly melts and merges with the non-breaking. The 'Unbroken' glove rendered bronze, and after a flicker, it became transparent again.

Fang Wenyuan obviously felt that 'not broken' seemed to have changed a little, but he couldn't say it. It's like a child who eats something and then grows strong. Sadly, there is no time to confirm his guess now, as the eight-tailed cat has already begun to urge him.

The eight-tailed cat looked at Fang Wenyuan, his eyes were shining, just like a man seeing a naked woman. Fang Wenyuan, who was watching it, was furious in his heart, and muttered to himself, what is this dead cat paying attention to?

"Blood Demon Nine Changes, Boiling Blood Changes!" As Jiang Hao shouted, Fang Wenyuan and the eight-tailed cat reacted one after another, but they were still a step too late, and a drop of black liquid hit his back.

Fang Wenyuan suddenly felt that a strange power entered his body, and then his own blood seemed to boil, and the skin of his whole body turned bloody. The blood in the body is uncontrollable, as if it is about to burst out at any moment.

The eight-tailed cat on the side didn't seem to feel this way, and there was no discomfort at all.

Fang Wenyuan had never seen such a strange technique, and he was stunned in his heart. At this time, the golden dragon on the arm bone of his right hand suddenly came to life, and after swimming around his body, the feeling of blood boiling disappeared.

The appearance of this little dragon, Fang Wenyuan secretly said that he was lucky. It also reminded him of a spell that had not yet been cultivated, "Dragon Pattern Bone Refining" and a spell, so he waved his big hand and drank: "Move mountains!"

His huge arm came out of the earth, and he held a thirty-foot hill in his palm and threw it forward. The hill rubbed against the air and whined.

Jiang Hao hid in the ghost, his face changed, and he suddenly stopped his figure, but he didn't retreat, but took a deep breath. Slashed with both hands, wrapped his skeleton, and immediately slashed down with the ghost knife, and drank: "Ghost knife!"

A cold light flashed, and a small mountain that Fang Wenyuan's magic spell had transformed into a crack in the middle, and then turned into two halves. The ghost thing froze in place, his aura became a lot weaker, and the ghost fire in his eyes was also a little dim, as if it was because of the blow he had just hit, and he was difficult to control.

Fang Wenyuan was also uncomfortable, looking at Jiang Hao with a pale face. The skill of moving mountains consumes a lot, and he didn't want to use it easily. But the eight-tailed cat asked him to resist, taught him the method of using the Golden Crow Flame, and then prepared its spell to capture Jiang Haosheng.

The eight-tailed cat flew to an open space behind Fang Wenyuan in a serious manner, and said, "Ninth Brother is going to prepare, from now on, you can't take half a step back and block him!"

After finishing speaking, the eight-tailed cat suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly spoke, "Don't forget the benefits of the ninth brother!"

Fang Wenyuan didn't pay attention to the eight-tailed cat's shout, but stared at the ghost thing in front of him, Jiang Hao was in the middle of the ghost skeleton, the two looked at each other, bursting out with a shocking killing machine!

The two looked at each other for a long time, motionless.

Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan moved, stretched out his hand to wipe his waist, and took out the golden wooden bow. Hold the bow in one hand and draw the string in the other.

"Ah~~"

Fang Wenyuan let out a long roar, the green tendons on his arm protruded, and suddenly pulled the golden wood bow with a full bow, and the aura of heaven and earth was guided, and quickly converged towards the golden wood bow, forming an arrow.

The aura emanating from this arrow shocked Jiang Hao's heart. Immediately, he didn't dare to let Fang Wenyuan gather momentum, and suddenly launched an attack, throwing the long knife in his hand at Fang Wenyuan.

The long knife glowed with cold light, and with the phosphorus fire on it, it slashed towards Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes froze, and he immediately let go.

"Huh"

The arrow was as fast as lightning, heading straight for Jiang Hao, and slashed the ghost knife away. But the ghost knife was still under Jiang Hao's control, and it stabilized a little, and it pursued again.

Fang Wenyuan took the initiative to meet it, dodging the ghost knife at a strange angle. At the time of staggering, reach out and wipe the blade. The blue light flashed in the right eye, and the wing totem on the face emerged, and the phosphorus fire on the knife body was suddenly ingested by the blue light in the right eye.

Being attacked by him like this, the spirituality on the ghost knife was more than half missing. And outside the cyan flame in Fang Wenyuan's eyes, there was a trace of white fireworks. Actually absorbed the phosphorus fire, and there was no discomfort, Fang Wenyuan was surprised in his heart.

Although the spirituality of the ghost knife has decreased a lot, the connection with Jiang Hao is still there, and it has turned back, Fang Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and the cyan flame in his right eye jumped. A cyan flame appeared strangely on the ghost knife.

If Lao Suo, surnamed Mei, knew about his situation, he would definitely come back to life angrily. At the beginning, he obtained the Yang Lamp and the bronze piece from an ancient monk's cave, and he also knew that this lamp was extraordinary, and he couldn't use it after painstakingly finding many methods.

Later, he found another way, depicted a tiny formation, controlled the bronze piece strongly, and then looked for a different fire to merge into the lamp, so that he could barely control it. And after each use, you must find a different fire to integrate into it before you can use it again.

But Fang Wenyuan actually directly subdued the 'spirit' in the bronze fragment, and was able to control it at will, which was completely impossible in the eyes of Lao Suo, surnamed Mei.

The cyan flame on the ghost knife was still burning, and when it was about to burn the ghost knife, the ghost knife trembled, burst out with a cloud of blood, and then took the opportunity to escape.

It all happened very quickly, but within a few breaths of the golden arrows flying out.

While Fang Wenyuan was trembling with the ghost knife, Jiang Hao was also confronting the golden wood arrow.