The moment Lin Fan's dragon and phoenix turned into Tai Chi fell into the sea of qi, the two polar eyes, one yin and one yang, each erupted with a trace of extremely majestic mystical aura.

The breath of yin and yang complement each other,

Yang Qi is like the bones of a giant dragon, instantly merging into Lin Fan's bones covered with explosive lines, and Yin Qi is like mist and steaming full of infinite vitality, instantly integrating into Lin Fan's scorched wood-like body.

Lin Fan's bones around his body were like dragons, and his scorched wood-like body was reborn like a fire phoenix.

A powerful wave of qi gushed out from the skin all over the body.

The black, scorched wood-like skin was shattered like powder, revealing the jade-like skin that wrapped the dead wood in spring.

The bones in Lin Fan's body exploded, and they began to transform from the spine around his waist.

The bones flashed with white jade-like brilliance, and the spine that stood up all over the body was like a dragon spine that reached the sky.

The dragon chant and the phoenix roared at the same time in the sea of knowledge.

Two bloodline inheritances appeared in the sea of knowledge at the same time.

The dragon chanted the ancient vicissitudes of life, and a golden rune was like a hundred dragons churning.

The "King Kong Hundred Dragons Body" can be like a giant dragon and contain the power of a hundred dragons.

The phoenix is like a spring sun, and the runes are like a hundred flowers blooming, falling and flying.

"Bathing in fire" can be nine deaths and nine lives.

Two runes fell like chains into the extreme eye of Qi Hai Taiji.

At this time, a shocking vitality erupted in the sea of qi, Lin Fan's Tai Chi golden light in the sea of qi was magnificent, like a tide of vitality poured into the bones and flesh through his thick meridians, the qi waves in the black ding rolled, the fragrance of jade-like skin wafted away, the bright red blood filled the body again, and his strong heart made a sound like a drum.

The bloodline inheritance was like Lin Fan's instinct, running at high speed with the Tai Chi in his sea of qi.

On Ruyu's skin, a silver dragon scale appeared, the jet-black eyes on the handsome cheeks were as bright as the starry sky, the narrow erect pupils flashed with silver light, the reborn hair was waist-high, the jet-black hair turned silver-white, and a pure demonic aura erupted in his body.

The cultivation of the realm of refinement, with the support of the furious vitality, broke through to the early stage of foundation building in a few breaths.

Gently pinching the palm of his hand, he felt that the power contained in the flesh was 100,000 catties, and he was afraid that the cultivation of the flesh had entered the late stage of foundation building.

In the storage ring between his white fingers, he took out a gray robe and dressed it neatly, and heard someone insulting his sword.

Lin Fan roared angrily, jumped out of the black ding, and stood on the edge of the ding with a pair of white jade-like bare feet.

The narrow pupils in the pupils ruthlessly swept across the four directions, and countless greedy monks glanced at them.

Just as Lin Fan was about to speak, a girl with blond hair appeared beside him.

Her beautiful face was a little sluggish, and her clear pupils were full of indulgence.

A pair of ** slender feet stepped lightly on the edge, and the white slender fingers brushed over the fine scale armor on the back of Lin Fan's hand.

Her glue-like red lips spit lightly and said: "What kind of demon clan are you, the breath is so intoxicating, my heart tells me that you are mine!"

There was a hint of tenderness in her equally erect pupils, but more of a domineering one.

Lin Fan was shocked in his heart, and retreated slightly, the girl in front of him turned out to be a demon clan.

He frowned slightly and said, "I'm a human race, if you have nothing to do, you can step aside, I still have some things to understand."

"Terran?"

Where would the girl believe, but she was very well-behaved and sat cross-legged on the black ding, with a white palm holding a beautiful face, and said with a self-contained appearance: "My father said, as long as you like something, just grab it, wait for you, you and I will fight, and if you lose, you will obediently go back to the holy mountain with me to marry!"

The demon race is more straightforward than the human race, and they never hide their thoughts.

In the sky, the three silver-armored demon clans looked at Lin Fan with a look of scrutiny and pointed at them.

"Big brother, this young man's demonic spirit is extremely pure, and his bloodline seems to be more noble than the eldest lady, except for the holy mountain, is there a demon clan in the world that is more noble than the young lady?"

"Hehe, second brother, there are three demon clans in the world that will be able to compete with the holy mountain, one is the Beihai Fengming Palace, which is the noble bloodline of the fire phoenix, the second is the southern Tianmang Mountain, the mountain master is the pure-blooded golden lion line, and the third is the Western Flame Mountain, which is the ancient Qilin lineage, although the bloodline is thin now, it is not trivial."

"This son's breath is mild and violent, so I can't tell the difference, why is this?"

"Third brother, this Sirius is thousands of miles wide, I think it is the demon clans from other continents who come here to practice, the eldest lady has good eyesight, I look at its demeanor, no one in the Holy Mountain can reach it."

The monks who were originally angry saw that Lin Fan was actually a demon clan, and their faces were ugly.

After all, in the Sunset Continent, the most powerful is the demon clan, and the demon clan will repay it, no one will easily offend the demon clan, anyway, no one will cause trouble to the sect in full view.

Lin Fan's face was contemptuous, and his silver eyes looked at everyone.

The white palm opened slightly, and the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword in front of the Ding flew into his hand.

Looking at Lin Fan's bewitching face, Feng Cirrus gasped to see the cool air.

Lin Fan's appearance at this time was clearly bloodline awakening, but wasn't her mother the one? Why did Lin Fan have scales under his cheeks.

If you can't Lin Luochen, the demon clan can't succeed, this idea made Feng Chuyun and other people who were familiar with Lin Luochen's origin gasp.

Ji Wuwu's eyes were clear, and he secretly thought in his heart: "No matter what the senior brother becomes, I will step on the top of the mountain of immortality and let him draw my eyebrows."

Lin Fan's big sword pointed around and said: "Someone just insulted my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, but you have the courage to fight with me, the winner can get this crown, and the loser will use his blood to wash away the price of despising my Sword Sect."

In the crowd around, everyone's eyes flickered, greed in their eyes was revealed, and someone shouted in the crowd: "This statement is true, will it not attract the revenge of the demon clan against my sect?"

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "This is the matter of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, what does the Demon Clan do!"

"Okay, good, good, in that case, I'm from the Beihai Chaoyin faction, Mu Xiubin is here to fight you!"

In the crowd in front of Lin Fan, a monk like a black tower walked out.

His fists were like hammers, his body was like a mountain of meat, and his thighs as thick as ordinary people's waists stepped on the earth, which made the earth tremble, and a huge rock of thousands of catties in the middle of the road was crushed by him with one foot.

Mu Xiubin** wore his upper body, and the layers of fat were stacked like neat stone steps on his chest.

The two fists hit each other, and his head like a round ball shook a few times and said: "I Beihai Chaoyin Sect, I want to be known for my boxing skills, a set of "Bihai Chaoyin Fist" can be superimposed with eighteen layers of fist power, hehe, who is that, by the way, it is your Flying Immortal Sword Sect's foundation building monk Li Hailong was also beaten into a dead dog by me, and the acquaintance will give me this Ding obediently, so as to avoid the pain of your flesh and skin."

Lin Fan threw the big sword in his hand in front of Mu Xiubin, raised his white fist and said: "Using a sword is an insult to me, but if you don't die with my punch, you win."