Along with the invisible magical power, Yang Fan suddenly burst into flames.
With one quick step, he rushed straight in front of the old monk. The rocks and ground exploded every inch. He was like a predatory tiger, roaring and tearing through the air!
The ferocious Fang Tian painted halberd appeared in his hand at some point, and the huge halberd body struck the old monk headlong!
The domineering power was as violent as Xing Tian Wu Qianqi, almost violent!
The old monk, who was struck dizzy by the magical power of "Tianwei", felt the blow. The halberd full of blood and cruelty made him instinctively feel a hint of crisis.
"Don't underestimate your Buddha!"
"Infinite Buddha's light and longevity!"
At the critical moment, the old monk was shocked, and golden light rose from his body!
He suddenly broke away from Tianwei's magical power!
This is something Yang Fan has never encountered before!
I saw golden light surging all over the old monk's body, his eyes wide open with anger, his long eyebrows stained with blood, he raised his arm with all his strength, and instantly held Yang Fan's Fangtian Painted Halberd!
The arm that was made of bone armor and flesh and blood was like a stone pillar. Yang Fan's Fangtian Painted Halberd slashed down hard, as if it had hit a copper wall and an iron wall, sending out a cloud of sparks.
There is a burning smell in the air!
"With your humble level, do you really think you can master magical powers? It's just a fake magical power! Now that you have finished using your magical powers, you'd better die for the Buddha!"
The old monk, who was covered in golden light, smiled ferociously and stretched out his hand to grab Yang Fan.
It has to be said that the true king of martial arts who combines the three levels of blood, flesh and bone, once breaks out, is almost invincible in close combat, and he cannot be called the true king.
A claw as fierce as the iron-blooded purgatory made Yang Fan's heart seem to be grasped by invisible force, almost bursting instantly. It was the instinct of a creature facing a predator!
Yang Fan used the power of Heaven again without hesitation.
This time was different from just now. The Heavenly Master-level divine soul power went all out, without reservation, and poured into the magical light ball like a tide, reaching the bottom in an instant.
My soul is almost exhausted!
Of course, the effect of such a price is also extremely obvious. A five-clawed golden dragon suddenly appeared behind him. The dragon's mouth opened and closed, and the dull dragon roar was like an order from the emperor.
"Ten times the power of Heaven!"
This is the strongest power that Yang Fan has recently mastered as he continues to progress in the realm of Heavenly Master and has almost reached the second level of Dao Palace!
In addition, all the soul power was consumed, and it reached a certain extreme in an instant!
As soon as it was displayed, the old monk who rushed forward felt like a big meal delivered to his door. He was instantly surrounded by this magical power, and a sense of crisis surged from the bottom of his heart.
The original confidence in capturing Yang Fan disappeared in an instant. Before he had time to react, the magical power smashed his bones, armor, flesh and blood in an arrogant and unreasonable manner!
Crackling!
Muscles and bones were broken, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the aftermath of the power of God bombarded his soul again unabated!
puff!
"How come he has such a powerful soul power to activate magical powers!"
This was the only thought before his mind went blank.
The next second, Yang Fan picked up Fang Tian's painted halberd and hit him hard. He didn't stop until the other person lay motionless on the ground.
"Whoop whoosh!"
The Fangtian Painted Halberd in Yang Fan's hand fell heavily to the ground. He squatted on the ground and gasped, but he was quickly summing up his experience in his heart.
"The power of the gods relies too much on the power of the divine soul!"
"I once thought of using it to fight against heavenly beings, but now that I think about it, it seems a bit natural."
"The True King of Martial Arts is so resistant to fighting. Don't talk about heavenly beings. Unless your soul can enter the realm of the Great Heavenly Master, you will definitely be able to pose a certain threat to him."
"From this point of view, magical powers can only be fully mastered by those who are above heaven and humans. Although I can rely on them to run rampant at the moment, I can't control myself. I still have to strengthen my own foundation!"
Yang Fan stood up, checked the old monk's body, and found that the old guy was not dead yet.
"It's really lucky!"
Yang Fan didn't expect this either. After taking a closer look, he discovered that the string of 108 relic beads originally worn around the other person's neck seemed to have exhausted its power and turned into stone!
I can't blame myself for holding on to the power of supernatural powers. It turns out that I relied on the Buddha's power in the relics!
But how could you use my loot!
"No treasure, no human skin, the only prize is an old monk!"
"This time I really lost a lot of blood!"
Yang Fan dragged one of the old monk's legs bitterly, looked at the battle above Fahua Temple that seemed to be about to end, and turned away without hesitation.
Going deep into Longhui Mountain, Yang Fan violently blasted out a cave.
Covering the door, he dragged the old monk in, his only trophy this time.
After recovering from his injuries, Yang Fan began to plant slave marks on the old monk.
The comatose old monk had no strength to struggle at all, and the slave print entered easily. However, the slave print was quickly digested by the power of blood and qi in the old monk's body.
It was obvious that the power of Nuyin's tentacles could not withstand the repeated erosion of the energy and blood power of such powerful men.
"Sure enough, my level is too low to enslave such a powerful person?"
Although Yang Fan had expected it, he was still a little unwilling.
Such a true king of martial arts at the level of three levels cannot be cut into pieces. Let's draw blood to make medicine, remove flesh to make fat, and chop bones to make soldiers!
That's such a waste!
"Wait a minute, I seem to have the Buddhist method of planting lotus with a Tao heart, which is a method of soul enslavement... If the slave seal is combined with the Lotus seed with a Tao heart, will it be effective?"
Yang Fan plunged into the illusory inheritance place and started experimenting.
Perhaps because he had the foundation to study the slave seal, Yang Fan quickly completed the improvement of the slave seal this time.
The newly released slave seal is a double slave seal, shaped like the Tai Chi Bagua, with the inside and the outside integrated. The inner is the soul slave seal, and the outer is the Qi and blood slave seal. At the same time, the two blend into each other.
Once a strong martial artist reaches the Grand Master stage, they will enter the stage of integration of spirit and body.
And Yang Fan's double slave seal actually has a faintly similar nature, which is between the unity of spirit and body.
Not only can it control Qi, blood, heart, and influence the mind, but it can also be embedded in the soul, completely planting the seeds of loyalty in the soul.
“The new version of Slave Seal is simply perfect!”
"Knowing and Jieduan can also upgrade and experience the enhanced version of Slave Seal."
"They must be very happy."
Yang Fan planted the new version of the slave mark on the old monk. Sure enough, the double chimeric slave mark was not digested by the old monk's own power, but was deeply implanted in his soul!
After a while, the double slave seal began to merge with the old monk.
Yang Fan couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Having a servant at the level of a true king of martial arts is really too luxurious.
The only regret is that the power consumed by the double chimeric slave marks has also increased a lot. If he could support a hundred slave marks originally, then at this moment, he may be able to support less than ten slave marks.
"It's normal to have one gain and one loss. With such a true king of martial arts here, he is at least better than ten ordinary little rubbish from Tianguan!"
"And, seeing as how strong you are, I'll leave you a leg!"
Yang Fan glanced at the old monk's legs and felt quite regretful.
I have to say, if you keep cutting it, why do you become addicted?
He glanced at the old monk with a sinister look, and said to himself: "You have to make a contribution quickly, otherwise, I don't know when I will be unable to help but cut you..."
