Yang Fan stood in the void, motionless, and his breath suddenly changed.

The demonic energy that had originally enveloped the body suddenly subsided, and a turbulent wave came.

A crescent mark appeared between his eyebrows, which was light and dark, extremely strange.

The roaring ghost felt a little uneasy, but it didn't think so much and pounced over like inertia.

And at this moment, Yang Fan finally took action.

puff!

A deep magic flame suddenly burst out from his palm.

At the heart of the flame, there is a mysterious faint light, flashing, light and darkness interchanging, mysterious and weird.

Bang bang!

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The faint light flashed, causing the monks on the field to beat faster.

At this moment, within a radius of dozens of miles, a strange wave, carrying the breath of death and destruction, made the souls of countless creatures tremble.

“That’s…”

The monks stared at the magic flame in Yang Fan's palm.

Three Nether Demon Flames!!!

The monks of the Demonic Way reacted first, their heartbeats reached a rapid pace, and their faces were even more awe, solemn and solemn.

"Break!"

Yang Fan's eyes were condensed into a point, and he slapped it out with one palm. The "Nether Demon Flame" carries the eternal destructive aura, like the black light of death, and the ghost with a fierce flame to the peak.

puff!

The evil ghost froze, and at that moment, the ghost's body trembled.

"ah--"

The next moment, a miserable scream turbulently turbuled the entire castle.

All monks, whether they were fighting for magic weapons or searching for treasures everywhere, were shocked by the screams that came straight into their souls.

The evil ghost, which was close to the Ghost King level, was ignited by the power of pure destruction condensed to the extreme, and then turned into ashes in an instant.

In a vaguely, the Netherworld Demon Flame seemed to have restrained this evil spirit.

After doing this, Yang Fan fell back to the ground lightly.

The attack just now actually took away a quarter of the demonic energy in his body.

After all, the evil ghost is close to the higher level. It would be great to be able to kill it so easily.

"Yiyou Demon Flame, what is his relationship with Sanyou Old Demon?"

The monks showed horror.

"Sure enough, we guessed it right..."

The Blood Demon Lao Qi looked at each other with the young girl next to him.

They had long suspected that Yang Fan had something to do with the Three Evil Old Demons, and now they saw that the other party was moving the Netherworld Demon Flame, they were even more certain.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to kill Shi?"

The crescent mark seen by Shi Qianhan's forehead flickered and dark, with deep and dark eyes staring at the man with ghost eyes.

"Three Evil Demon Flame..."

The ghost-eyed man had a pale face and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Turn, retreat!"

The man with ghost eyes cried out in a hurry, and the monks from the "Ghost Fantasy Sect" pulled it and ran away at a speed that was lightning speed, and they all flew away one by one.

Yang Fan nodded, and his eyes suddenly fixed on Hong Gang, a burly man from Jinhong Sect.

To be precise, it should be looking at the top-grade spirit stone in his hand.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!