At this time, the Thunder Sect monk was discouraged, there was no chance to escape, and there was only one way to die if he stayed here, and his face was extremely ugly.

Feng Fan waved the ghost spirit flag, and the three ghost spirits quickly flew back into the ghost spirit flag. With the rapid outpouring of the True Yuan of the Thunder Sect Cultivator, the two layers of defensive shields finally became invisible.

The Monk of the Thunder Sect also sat weakly on the ground, staring at Feng Fan with a dead face, muttering inaudible mutters from his mouth, and finally lost his mind. Feng Fan's left hand moved slightly, and a Qinghong sword shot out, slashing the Thunder Sect monk.

After receiving the Qinghong Sword, Feng Fan recited the mantra, and the soul of the Thunder Sect monk flew out of his corpse. Feng Fan waved the ghost spirit flag with his right hand, and the monk's soul seemed to be attracted by a huge suction, and it was quickly taken in.

After collecting the ghost spirit flag, Feng Fan came to the corpse of the Thunder Sect monk, picked up the two superb magic weapons that had fallen on the ground, and grabbed their storage bags. Feng Fan's divine sense looked inside, and found that in addition to many pieces of various levels of crystal jade, there were also several high-level talismans and a few magic weapons.

Calmly putting everything in the storage bag into the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring, Feng Fan flicked his left hand, and several huge fireballs instantly flew onto the body of the Thunder Sha Sect monk. The raging flames quickly engulfed its corpse, quickly reducing everything to ashes.

Feng Fan wiped out the traces and carefully explored the surroundings with his divine sense, but found nothing unusual. Feng Fan's mind moved, and the flying giant sword magic weapon appeared on the soles of his feet. As Feng Fan's true yuan gushed out, the giant sword slowly flew up, and its speed gradually increased, and finally Feng Fan disappeared without a trace.

Yimang Mountain is full of blood, and in the past few days, the two killing gods Feng Fan and Qi Wantao have been slaughtering everywhere. The two are different, Qi Wantao is pursuing and hunting all the monks except the Thunder Sect under the divine consciousness of a demon beast equivalent to the level of Yuan Ying cultivation.

Because the divine consciousness of the fourth-rank demon beast was extremely powerful, the coverage was extremely wide, and the range of its killing opponents was also very wide, it had killed dozens of monks in just a few days.

Every time Qi Wantao killed an opponent in the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor, he couldn't wait to keep the opponent's storage bag for himself. At first, he was pleasantly surprised, but as the harvest continued to increase, Qi Wantao became a little numb.

Feng Fan just relied on his divine sense to pursue, and then killed the demon cultivators. Because although he could search for other demon cultivators with the powerful divine sense of the ghost ghost, Feng Fan didn't want to expose the anti-heaven treasure of the ghost flag.

For immortal cultivators, as long as the opponent does not have ill intentions towards him, Feng Fan will not take the initiative to kill the opponent. So in the past few days, Feng Fan had only killed a dozen demon cultivators.

In addition to absorbing all of these demon cultivators' true essence before killing them, Feng Fan also sent their souls directly into the Demon Spirit Banner after the kill.

When he was killing these demon cultivators, Feng Fan suddenly had an idea in his heart, how good it would be if it was a Huadan-level monk fighting each other this time, after all, what he lacked the most was the ghost, not the ghost. If you get dozens of ghosts, it will greatly increase the strength of the ghost banners.

On this day, Feng Fan was slowly flying with his sword, and his expression suddenly changed slightly. Because he had already seen a black dot flying towards him in the air far away, and the black dot was extremely fast, rapidly growing larger, and there was also a terrifying aura.

With the rapid expansion of the black spot, Feng Fan finally vaguely saw that it was a demon beast, the purple scales glittered in the sunlight, and a low roar kept coming, and the huge aura became clearer. There was a monk in green clothes sitting on the body of the demon beast, although it was not clear what the monk looked like, but it was obviously not a good kind.

"Fourth-rank low-level demon beast!" Feng Fan whispered in his heart, full of surprise. I was surprised that I didn't expect that there would be a fourth-class demon beast in the Yimang Mountain, where third-class demon beasts were rare, and the joy was that once it was killed, there would be an additional soul equivalent to the early cultivation of the Yuan Infant in his own ghost spirit flag.

Feng Fan fell, collected the giant sword, raised his eyes and looked, and saw that the demon beast had been flying here.

It was the purple scales piercing cloud armor that flew towards Fengfan, and sitting on it was Qi Wantao, who was a little flying and domineering. The Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor quickly landed more than a dozen zhang away from Feng Fan, and Qi Wantao jumped off the back of the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor.

Seeing that it was Feng Fan who met this time, Qi Wantao's eyes showed a hint of surprise. The competition between Feng Fan and the monk Long Yuyang of his sect decades ago made him remember it vividly, and being able to meet Feng Fan here can be said to be a good opportunity to kill his opponent.

"Boy, it's you. An old voice came out of Qi Wantao's mouth, and seeing the other party's appearance that had not changed much and the refining dust true monarch who felt the other party's familiar breath, he had already recognized Feng Fan.

"Good, good! It's a godsend, that competition is still fresh in my memory, not only the spiritual root is peculiar, but also the strength is extraordinary. The fact that such a monk can appear in the Flying Heaven Sect can be regarded as a creation, but you must die here today, otherwise hundreds or even thousands of years later, you will become the great enemy of the Demon Gate monks. The old voice was full of murderous intent and a hint of surprise.

"Refining Dust True Monarch!, you use the Soul Separation Dafa to possess the Thunder Sect monk?" Feng Fan said suspiciously, after all, he had seen this kind of exercise from the Nine Shadows Sutra, so he blurted out.

"Huh, you kid knows so much, and you even know the secret methods of your own sect, so you can't keep you in the world. The cold voice of the Refining Dust True Monarch came out of Qi Wantao's mouth again.

"Hehe, it is not yet known who will die, do you think that a mere wisp of divine consciousness is invincible if it is possessed by the Soul Separation Dafa on others?" Feng Fan did not have a trace of fear, and sneered at each other.

"Good boy, you are still so arrogant when you are dying, you should die!" As a somewhat angry voice came out, the purple scales pierced the cloud armor suddenly rose into the air, and its body exuded a brilliant light. With a violent roar, he opened his huge mouth and spat out a purple fireball at Feng Fan.

Feng Fan's body retreated rapidly, and two spirit runes were opened at the same time. Two layers of defensive shields appeared around his body, a layer of silver light wrapped around the inner layer of Feng Fan's body, and the outer layer was a sealed spherical transparent ice wall made of the spirit runes of the Xuan Ice Realm.

Seeing this scene, Qi Wantao was a little surprised in his heart. It seems that the opponent, as an elite monk of the Flying Heaven Sect, really made a generous move, and opened two spirit runes at once, if the opponent is killed, he will definitely gain a lot.

With a loud bang, the purple fireball shattered the sealed spherical ice wall on the periphery of Feng Fan's body, and then disappeared without a trace.

The Xuanbing Realm Spirit Rune belongs to the water attribute defense spirit rune, and the Purple Scale Cloud Piercing Armor cultivates the fire attribute exercise. The water attribute defense is just able to restrain the fire attribute attack, plus Feng Fan's body True Yuan is extremely pure, and at the same time, the Dust Refining True Monarch is afraid that Feng Fan will be destroyed in an instant, so he will not be able to get Feng Fan's soul, so he did not let him attack with all his strength when controlling the attack of the Purple Scale Cloud Piercing Armor.

Because of the above reasons, the defensive shield formed by a layer of spirit runes blocked the blow of the fourth-rank demon beast, and the true yuan fluctuations from the inner silver light mask made Feng Fan feel a little amazed at the strength of the fourth-rank demon beast in his heart.

Seeing that the blow failed to break through the opponent's defenses, the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor opened its mouth again and spewed out purple fireballs.

Feng Fan's mind moved, and an escape talisman was instantly opened. The moment the purple fireball hit the silver light shield around Feng Fan's body, Feng Fan's body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Escape talisman, chase quickly, you must not let this kid escape. Qi Wantao's mind came with the voice of the Refining Dust True Monarch urging.

The Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor fell down quickly, and Qi Wantao stood on its back without hesitation. Under the control of the wisp of divine consciousness of the Refining Dust True Monarch, the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor flew rapidly in the direction of Feng Fan's escape.

Feng Fan appeared somewhere in Yimang Mountain, dozens of miles away, looked around, and at the same time scanned it with his divine sense, seeing that there were no other monks or demon beasts around, a sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Fan's mouth.

Feng Fan's heart moved, and a small black banner flew out in an instant. The black flags rose wildly in the wind, and clouds of black gas surged out from the black giant flags, and Feng Fan sacrificed a special ancient treasure - the ghost flag. Seeing that there were no other monks around, Feng Fan prepared to use the high-level ghost in the Ghost Banner to kill the Purple Scale Cloud Piercing Armor here.

Not long after, the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor carrying Qi Wantao had also flown to the front, and Feng Fan was a little surprised by the divine sense and speed of the fourth-class demon beast.

Seeing the black giant banner that exuded an eerie aura, an old voice of surprise came out of Qi Wantao's mouth: "Ghost Flag!" Refining Dust True Monarch actually recognized the thing in front of him at once, and there seemed to be a hint of suspicion in his tone, after all, it was not yet known what level of ghost was inside the ghost flag.

With Feng Fan's low spell, three humanoid puppets flew out of the ghost flag. They all held golden sword magic weapons in their hands, exuding a cold aura from above, and quickly surrounded the purple scales and cloud piercing armor in the middle. In order to kill the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor Demon Beast, Feng Fan actually summoned a fourth-rank high-level and two fourth-rank mid-level cultivators.

Using his divine sense to judge the strength of the three ghosts, Qi Wantao was shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect the opponent to drive out three such high-level ghosts from the ghost flag.

What shocked Qi Wantao even more was judging from the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the golden swords in the hands of the three humanoid puppets, those three golden swords were all magic weapons. Moreover, these three magic weapons are exactly the same in terms of color, size, shape, and the level of true element fluctuations.

Qi Wantao had heard of a complete set of magic weapons, but this kind of same magic weapon of a larger shape was unheard of.