"The body refining technique is indeed powerful... If I escape light faster, if my body refining technique is stronger, it will not be difficult to kill Bai Feiteng with one sword... Is this the fighting method of ancient gods and demons!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with passion. In the memories of ancient times, there are many gods and demons who transformed into thousands of feet and destroyed a cave star with one punch!
After putting away the Dharma Appearance, Ning Fan breathed out gently, put away the giant sword, opened his mouth again, and sprayed out the flying sword in the form of starlight.
He looked at Bai Zun calmly, and Bai Zun, with a gloomy expression and a hint of instinctive fear, took half a step back.
I'm scared... The fight just now where the swords and swords were touching each other and the force was used to break the magic made Bai Feiteng and scared!
He recited the secret in his heart silently, swept away the fear in his heart, and returned to his usual cold and arrogant expression.
"I still have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and I still have the 'Purple Frost Frost'. I have used the Illusion-Breaking Pearl. If he can no longer use the Body Refining Technique to become invisible and bully me, I will not lose!"
Bai Zun's face once again showed pride and confidence, although it was actually much weaker than before. In Ning Fan's eyes, for the first time, he paid some attention to Bai Zun.
No matter what his cultivation level is, this person is after all an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, but his state of mind is extremely calm. And if I were to say that the only thing I was inferior to Bai Feiteng was probably my state of mind... my inner demons... I had not killed my inner demons and had not yet obtained the golden elixir. In terms of my state of mind, I was ultimately inferior to Bai Zun.
However, fighting skills is not based on weaknesses, but on strengths! Use your strongest skills to achieve a result. Ordinary people are ignorant and learn everything from "Poems", "Books", "Rites" and "Yi". As a result, they can master a few things, and a few things that they can use later.
Faintly, Ning Fan's mood improved again, and the previous worries about his own strength were swept away.
"I am strong if I can kill the enemy! Even though my state of mind is not as good as his, my skills are not as good as his, and my age is not as good as his!"
Ning Fan's vision changed and his state of mind improved. The Fusion Spirit monks didn't know why, but the Golden Core cultivators knew that this was a sign of a breakthrough in his state of mind.
This boy actually managed to break through his state of mind during the battle... This boy's qualifications are worthy of being a monster!
Only Bai Feiteng wrinkled his eyelids and seemed to have returned to his previous mood. He couldn't stand Ning Fan's grandstanding.
"Mysterious! This time, I won't give you the chance to use the body refining technique...I will let you know the terror of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!"
His expression darkened, he patted his storage bag and took out a blood-red soul flag. It was gleaming with brilliance and filled with evil energy, and came towards his face. On it, there was a ghostly cry. I really don't know how many people Bai Zun killed in his life, but they were all included in the soul flag.
As soon as this soul flag came out, countless old monsters stared... Bai Zun actually used the most powerful magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, in the second meeting! Facing a junior Fusion Spirit, he actually used all his methods!
Then, Bai Feiteng's old face hesitated slightly, and immediately took out a black heavy armor and put it on his body.
"This is... the spiritual equipment of the peak level of Jin Xuan, Xuan Heavy Armor! The effect is that it can defend against the full attack of the monks in the middle stage of Jin Xuan..."
All the old monsters shrank their eyes, especially Bai Zun's old enemy, Elder Songfeng, who clenched his fists and looked deeply.
"Old man Bai, you actually still have this spiritual equipment... If you had this thing in the decisive battle back then, I would have definitely been defeated by you... You are really hiding it..."
After taking out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and Xuan Heavy Armor one after another, Bai Feiteng's heart finally calmed down. This is his trump card. He has gone all out and used his trump card. If he still can't beat Ning Fan... he can really find a piece of tofu and kill him!
He looked at Ning Fan with a sneer, but he did not see the expected look of fear in Ning Fan's eyes.
Ning Fan's eyes only glanced at Bai Zun's two magic weapons, showing disdain.
"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls... This banner is sacrificed with the blood of thousands of souls. Once the Ten Thousand Souls come out, it will be difficult for the late Jinxuan monks to compete... But it is easy to break it! Xuan Heavy Armor... What a turtle shell, Jinxuan Peak His spiritual equipment is only one step away from Yu Xuan... What a pity, it is not difficult to break it!"
In Ning Fan's eyes, there was no feeling of fighting blood, no tension, but only calmness. Wang Yao can give him crisis and tension, but Bai Zun is not enough.
"It's still too late for you to end now..."
Ning Fan's tone was indifferent, but in Bai Zun's ears, he was undoubtedly the butt of a big joke.
"The end? I have already used the magic weapon in my trump card, and it is ridiculous that you still have to end! Without the body refining technique, you are nothing!"
Bai Feiteng waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and countless ghosts with hollow eyes and bloody mouths gathered together like dark clouds and cried out gloomily, floating towards Ning Fan one after another.
The strength of each of these ghosts is only at the seventh level of Pulse Pulse. It is easy to kill a single one of the soul-melting monks and golden elixir monks... But the characteristic of this soul flag is that it can be killed inexhaustibly and inexhaustibly!
Ten thousand ants can kill an elephant. The body of all ghosts can devour immortals and Buddhas! Ning Fan will be in danger if he doesn't break his main soul...
In the Soul Banner Sacrifice, if there is one main soul that controls all the divided souls, then it is a high-level soul banner. Although Lu Ziqiao's Soul Refining Banner has many souls, it lacks a powerful main soul and its actual power is far inferior to the White Feiteng Banner.
The main soul is immortal, and the divided souls are endless... This is the real difficulty of the soul banner, and it will consume you to death.
And with all the souls coming out, you can't find out which soul is the hidden main soul in a short time. It's even possible that the main soul is hiding within the flag.
The old monsters outside the field felt their scalps numb as they watched Wanhun cry out. The soul-refining monks are the most difficult to deal with, and the body-seizing monks are the most difficult to kill...and the soul-refining monks become more powerful towards the end. One hundred thousand soul flags, one million soul flags, tens of millions of soul flags, and... one billion soul flags!
The more souls there are, the more the soul flag changes and becomes more powerful. But there must be too many killing sacrificial flags...
"This son, there is no need to look..." Elder Songfeng closed his eyes and frowned. He had suffered a big loss under the Bai Zun Soul Banner, so naturally he didn't think highly of Ning Fan.
"As expected of Bai Zun...this soul flag is invincible in the middle stage of the Golden Core!" Lu Ziqiao, who is already a disciple of the deacon, looked fiery. He was proud and arrogant, but he still admired Bai Zun extremely.
But immediately, the screams of ghosts came one after another, making Songfeng open his eyes in disbelief, staring at the battlefield with his old eyes!
But Ning Fan didn't avoid the ghost at all, and even didn't even look for the main soul.
With just a flick of a finger, the Zhanli Sword turned into endless starlight and disappeared in a flash, and immediately, one by one, the ghosts began to burn for no reason.
In an instant, half of the ten thousand remaining souls were burned... Ordinary ghosts were still at a loss, just instinctively afraid, and among them, the soul of an inconspicuous child in red showed a horrified look and looked towards the Ten Thousand Souls Flag. Then run away.
This child is the main soul. Because he is the only one who retains a spiritual soul!
"Destroy!"
Ning Fan had sharp eyes and quick hands. He cut away with one finger and the flying sword dodged and dodged. The boy was hit by the shadow of the sword and his soul flew out into smoke.
As the main soul was destroyed, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Bai Zun's hand let out a mournful cry of magic weapon, and suddenly filled with countless cracks, and the ghosts began to explode one after another, turning into soul power and returning to the banner.
The power of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags is also greatly reduced!
"No, no! My Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Ning Fan, you are going too far! 'Ice Sun Pendant'!"
Bai Feiteng put away the Ten Thousand Souls Flag fiercely, and purple light appeared in his eyes!
But when he saw his hands performing magic tricks, the sky was filled with awe-inspiring coldness, and a giant sun a hundred feet tall instantly formed!
But this sun is made of ice, and it is still purple and cold...
"Mid-grade pill-level spell... Ice Sun Pendant! Isn't this technique the proud skill of old monster Yangqing... Rumor has it that old monster Yangqing was killed by his enemy a hundred years ago, and the whereabouts of this technique are unknown... It turns out that the killer The one who died so strangely is Bai Zun!"
"This purple energy...is the fourth-grade cold energy, Ziyan Frost!"
Facing this technique, Ning Fan felt a sense of oppression in his heart for the first time, even if it was just a small one.
He looked sharply and knew that the only way to break this ice sun was to use the black magic flame.
"With the fire of dragon vortex, the second turn... it is not difficult to break this ice sun..."
Ning Fan's eyes moved, and he was about to perform the technique, but he suddenly heard a slight surprise when he heard that the mysterious woman who had been sleeping for a long time in the dantian, in the yin and yang lock.
"This is... Ziyan Frost! Ning Fan, take this thing away. This thing will be of great use to my sister!"
"Take it away? I have a lot of confidence in breaking this frost, but taking it away... Do you think I am really a master of Nascent Soul, able to snatch things from Bai Feiteng's hands..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Please...this thing is really important to my sister..." The mysterious woman, with a respected status, begged Ning Fan for the first time.
"That's it...that's all, I'll help you, but how to rob..." Ning Fan's heart softened. This woman had saved him in danger several times. Since this woman begged him, how could he refuse?
If the mysterious woman has no other choice, then just grab it by yourself... Even if her trump card is exposed, it doesn't matter. Once the trump card is revealed, it will be easy to take away the frost!
"No need to go to so much trouble...Sister has a way to suck away this frost and break this spell...All you need to do is rush into the ice sun..."
Rush into the ice sun!
Ning Fan raised his eyelids and saw that this was a mid-level pill-level spell, and it was cast with a fourth-level cold energy. The fourth level of cold air is only one step away from the cold air of Tianshuang...
Should I trust this woman and put myself in danger...
"Please..."
"Just this, once!"
Ning Fan's eyes showed determination. If he rushed into the Bingyang and saw that something was not going well, he would use the Mind Guarding Technique.
He will definitely be seriously injured, but he won't die... Trust this woman once, help her, and return the favor!
