readx;

The monstrous roar echoed, and the house where Yue Fan was located suddenly became shattered, and the countless catastrophic scenes submerged Yue Fan in it in an instant, but then, as the roaring sound became more and more intense, those endless disaster scenes actually collapsed one by one, turning into clear air and scattering. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the terrifying scene dissipated, Yue Fan was still sitting cross-legged in place, without the slightest injury, and the black and white light curtain outside his body had dimmed at this moment.

"Oh, it is worthy of being the royal family of my Brahman Kingdom, is it possible that there is still a talisman weapon of this grade on my body, and it can resist my doomsday catastrophe technique. The Confucian monk smiled, but the killing intent in his eyes was even more cold, and a punch directly hit the black and white light curtain outside Yue Fan's body.

The punch seemed unpretentious, but at the same time as it touched the light curtain, the light curtain immediately trembled, and there was a clicking sound, and it fell apart and collapsed without holding on to a breath.

A happy laugh echoed, and the Confucian monk Taiyi did not pause at all, directly penetrating the collapsed black and white light curtain, turning his fist into a finger, and pointing towards the eyebrows of Yue Fan, who was sitting cross-legged inside.

At the moment when the Confucian monk's fingers were about to touch Yue Fan's eyebrows, Yue Fan still closed his eyes tightly and did not open them, but his body seemed a little illusory at this moment, as if there were many phantoms, and the next moment a figure rushed out in an instant, colliding with the Confucian monk.

The monstrous roar echoed, the castration of the Confucian monk's fingers suddenly slowed down, and he stopped less than an inch away from Yue Fan's eyebrows, and his body kicked back a few steps, and when he looked up, the figure that stopped his fingers was condensed from the illusion at this moment, turning into a body exactly like Yue Fan, but his face was pale, obviously the finger of the Confucian monk, Yue Fan's figure resisted very reluctantly.

"Oh, Thunder Body, interesting. The Confucian monk stared at the figure of Yue Fan for a moment, and suddenly grinned, and the whole person's body disappeared in place in an instant, and when he appeared, he had already arrived in front of Yue Fan's body of meditation, and was about to make a move, but at this moment Yue Fan's thunderous body also disappeared, and the next moment it appeared between the body and the Confucian monk.

"Black Sun Wind Disaster!" The folding fan in the hand of the Confucian monk waved violently forward, and immediately turned into five black wind dragons, descending from nothingness, heading straight for Yue Fan, when the roaring sound filled the heavens and the earth, Yue Fan's thunderous body directly collapsed.

However, at the same time, Yue Fan's body once again separated from two thunder bodies, and went straight to the Confucian monk.

It's just that the face of the Confucian monk showed disdain after seeing this scene, and with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, countless fan shadows immediately appeared, and they disappeared in an instant, colliding with Yue Fan's two thunder bodies, causing it to suddenly turn into countless thunder threads, and was inhaled into the body by Yue Fan, who was meditating on his knees.

"Don't measure yourself, Your Royal Highness the Prince, I am your destined death, you can't escape, this is the technique of the thunderstorm seven-point god, I heard that this thunderstorm seven-point god technique can conjure up seven thunder bodies that are almost the same as the body, but only three at the moment, the time for a cup of tea has not passed halfway, it would be a pity if it ended like this, His Royal Highness the prince, we are having a good time." The Confucian monk's face showed a touch of perverted excitement, his character was decisive, and he would never do so in the face of others, but when facing this venerable Royal Highness, he liked this kind of cat and mouse-like feeling.

In front of him is the most respected prince in the entire Brahma Kingdom except for the emperor, a noble and inviolable existence, his current behavior makes him feel trembling with excitement when he thinks about it, and he enjoys this feeling.

The originally elegant face of the Confucian monk was now a touch of hideousness, and he took another step forward, and countless scenes of calamity rushed towards Yue Fan.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, your Thunder Seven-Point Divine Technique, there are still a few Thunder Bodies left, all come out, otherwise, it will be too boring!"

With the crazy laughter of the Confucian monk, three thunderous bodies flashed out of Yue Fan's body again, and after appearing in an instant, he went straight to the Confucian monk.

These three thunder bodies were almost exactly the same as Yue Fan, and after they appeared at this moment, the Confucian monk Taiyi once again set off the excitement of killing the prince on his face, and the crazy aura on his body surged.

"Your Royal Highness, now, the time for half a cup of tea has passed, and the game between us should be over...."The voice of sighing came out of the mouth of the Confucian monk, as if sighing at the shortness of this time, the folding fan in his hand suddenly threw it into the air, and the wind rose, and countless fan shadows were conjured, and on each fan, there was a black wind whistling, Daze was all over the sky, the fire roared, the sky collapsed, and the scenes of hell on earth came towards Yue Fan at this moment.

In the whirlwind of the monstrous roar, the countless fan shadows instantly merged into one, turning into a scene of apocalyptic disasters, containing the cultivation of the Confucian monk Taiyi's whole body, unfolding the thunderous bodies blocking in front of him, and it seemed that Yue Fan was about to be completely permeated in that calamity.

But at this moment, Yue Fan's figure, which had been meditating on his knees and not moving, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Taiyi, the game should indeed be over!"

Almost at the moment when Yue Fan's eyes opened and closed and collided with the eyes of the Confucian monk Taiyi, the originally excited and hideous face of the Confucian monk Taiyi suddenly changed greatly, and in his mind, the moment he saw Yue Fan's eyes, it was as if there were thousands of thunderbolts exploding, causing blood to overflow from the corners of his mouth instantly, and an indescribable sense of life and death crisis instantly surged into his heart.

This sense of life and death crisis, the Confucian monk Taiyi asked himself that he had only experienced less than one palm in his life, and when he appeared at this moment, his cold hair exploded, and before he could react, he saw Yue Fan's figure standing up from his knees, and the scene of the doomsday disaster on the folding fan was less than half an inch away from the top of Yue Fan's head, and he could no longer move a bit.

The Confucian monk's face changed drastically, and his hands immediately changed into countless seals, he was a powerhouse of the True God Sevenfold, and he had extremely rich experience in actual combat, so at this moment, when the folding fan was pressing, he did not hesitate to retreat.

Immediately afterward, the folding fan containing countless scenes of apocalyptic disasters exploded after the seal of the Confucian monk Taiyi fell on it, turning into a monstrous force that submerged Yue Fan.