Out of the big array, Feng Fan pinched a trick with both hands to perform the ice pick technique. There was a fluctuation in the Great Array, and then countless ice picks appeared on the four walls of the Great Array. Feng Fan waved his sleeve robe on both sides, and all the ice picks shot towards the middle of the large array.

Countless sounds of breaking ice were heard, and all the ice picks collided together and disappeared in a very short time. Feng Fan took out the array flag, and with a wave of the array flag, the large array also automatically generated an ice pick attack under the effect of his divine sense, and it was an all-out attack that was equivalent to that of a monk at the initial level in the late stage of the Ordinary Pill.

What surprised Feng Fan the most was the consumption of true yuan, if he usually sent this kind of full force blow, Feng Fan might consume nearly one-thirtieth of the true yuan. And just now, Feng Fan only consumed a negligible amount of True Yuan before he sent out this terrifying blow, and the piece of super-rank crystal jade that maintained the Great Array was the same as usual, and there was no obvious consumption.

Feng Fan was a little amazed, the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array was really magical. Feng Fan set up a simple magic circle of the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array around him, and then tested it, and the result was exactly the same.

This is completely consistent with what is recorded in the Five Elements Xuanmeng Sutra, there is no difference between the primitive magic formation and the simple magic formation in terms of the attack power of the killing array, but the power in the trapped formation is very different, which makes Feng Fan a little puzzled.

Feng Fan flipped it with one hand, and the ghost banner appeared in his hand, and a ghost of the initial level in the late stage of Huadan was driven out. Feng Fan waved the ghost flag, and the ghost escaped into the simple magic circle and stopped in the middle of the large array.

Feng Fan pinched a spell in his left hand, and the large array sent out a fluctuation, and then conjured countless flying swords. Feng Fan's left technique changed, and all the flying swords that were transformed from the true yuan shot towards the ghost.

In the face of so many flying swords, the ghost was a little panicked, and under the control of the Feng Fan ghost flag, the ghost stretched out his arms to protect his head. Countless crisp voices came out, although these flying swords that were equivalent to the condensation of the ontological true element by the initial level of the monk in the late stage of Huadan could not cause much damage to the ghosts of the same level of cultivation, but they also caused the ghosts to suffer a great shock. Feng Fan sensed with his divine sense, and under the attack of the large array, his divine soul was slightly damaged.

Feng Fan collected the ghost and the ghost flag, and came to the big array. Feng Fan's mind moved, and the bowl flying magic weapon flew out of the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring. Feng Fan sank his divine sense into it and encountered a trace of the old man in Tsing Yi.

Feng Fan's heart was shocked, the divine soul of the peak level monk in the late Yuan Infant period was really powerful, and just a wisp of divine soul had a certain impact on his divine sense. Feng Fan calmed down and began to slowly expel the wisp of divine soul in the bowl.

More than ten days have passed, Feng Fan wiped the sweat on his forehead, and during this time, Feng Fan not only drove out all the souls in the bowl, but also completely recognized the bowl as the owner.

Out of the big array, Feng Fan pointed at the bowl, and the bowl instantly turned into a behemoth with a diameter of dozens of zhang. Feng Fan pointed at the bowl again, and the bowl became much smaller again, and finally the diameter was only a few feet.

Feng Fan jumped up and played a spell at the bowl, and a closed golden shield immediately appeared around the bowl. Feng Fan sensed it with his divine sense, and found that the defensive power of this layer of shield was actually similar to the defensive spirit rune, and it seemed that with the improvement of his cultivation, the defensive power of the golden shield produced after injecting the true yuan into the bowl would also increase.

Feng Fan's mind moved, and the bowl with a diameter of several feet galloped away. Looking at the rapidly moving scenery below, Feng Fan was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, the flying speed of the bowl was extremely fast, which was beyond Feng Fan's imagination, and the true yuan consumed when flying with this magic weapon was extremely small.

Under the control of Feng Fan's divine sense, the bowl stopped, and then flew towards the place where the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array was. Falling near the big array, Feng Fan took the bowl and escaped into the big array. Sitting cross-legged, Feng Fan began to cultivate, and not long after breaking through to the Hua Dan period, Feng Fan was ready to stabilize this cultivation realm.

Nearly a year passed, and Feng Fan stopped his penance in the Great Array. In the first ten days of this nearly year, Feng Fan finally stabilized the cultivation realm of the early initial level of Huadan. After all, after Ning Dan, he suffered a heavenly calamity, so the time for this cultivation to stabilize the realm was beyond Feng Fan's imagination.

And what made Feng Fan feel happy was that the three ghost ghosts of the peak level of the late Yuan Infant stage who had suffered heavy losses in the ghost banner had all recovered, and the number of ghost ghosts of this level was two more than when he first came to the Ancient Kingdom of Ten Thousand Domains.

Removing the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array, Feng Fan drove the bowl and flew to the Fang City back then. After flying for dozens of miles, Feng Fan's complexion changed slightly, because there were more than a hundred monks fighting in the distance.

Feng Fan looked intently, and saw that there were dozens of people on each side, most of them were monks in the foundation building period and the Huadan period, and there were two early Yuanying monks on each side. All the monks fought fiercely, and all kinds of talismans, magic weapons, and magic weapons were flying and colliding, exuding earth-shattering fluctuations.

Feng Fan immediately controlled the bowl to stop, preparing to make a detour. Suddenly, a brown-clothed mid-stage peak level monk galloped towards Feng Fan, and before anyone arrived, a meteor hammer in his hand flew out first, and the sledgehammer galloped towards him with a strong wind.

Feng Fan's face was slightly gloomy, he didn't want to cause trouble, but this monk attacked himself without saying a word, which made Feng Fan feel a wave of anger in his heart.

But Feng Fan didn't use the defensive magic weapon and the talisman, but only opened the True Yuan Imperial Shield. After a muffled thud, the meteor hammer slammed into the golden shield formed by the bowl, causing a violent fluctuation. But the shield was still intact, and it was not crushed by the galloping Meteor Hammer magic weapon.

Under the control of Feng Fan's divine sense, the bowl turned around and flew away. Seeing that the full force of his magic weapon failed to defeat the golden shield around the opponent's flying magic weapon, the brown-clothed monk was extremely surprised, he didn't expect that the magic weapon controlled by the opponent at the initial level of the Hua Dan stage was so magical. With a hint of greed on his face, the brown-clothed monk did not hesitate to chase after him.

The distance between the divine sense and the brown-clothed monk was getting farther and farther away, and Feng Fan was a little amazed in his heart. He didn't control the bowl to fly at full speed, and he actually left that peak level monk in the middle stage of Huadan. It seems that this bowl is really a good thing, and the magic weapon of the peak monk in the late Yuan Infant period is really extraordinary.

Finding that the brown-clothed monk was still persistently chasing after him, Feng Fan's anger in his heart was even greater. Seeing that the speed of the flying sky was not as fast as that of his opponent, the brown-clothed monk immediately sacrificed a flying sword and stepped on it with both feet.

The speed of the Brownfriar's flight immediately increased a lot, and the distance between him and Feng Fan was getting closer and closer. Flying in the sky is not only slower, but also more costly, so the brown-clothed monk sacrificed a flying magic weapon.

Feng Fan glanced back, he didn't want to fight with the brown-clothed monk, but he didn't expect this person to be so persistent, so he decided to kill this person. Feng Fan appropriately increased the speed of his flight, controlling the distance between him and the brown-clothed monk behind him to a hundred zhang away.

Feng Fan flew leisurely, while the Brown Monk was extremely depressed, just after killing a monk of the early initial level of Hua Dan, the Brown Monk found Feng Fan in the air. Because Feng Fan's clothes were somewhat similar to those of the other sect, the brown-clothed monk mistakenly thought that Feng Fan was a member of the other sect.

After sensing it with his divine sense, he found that Feng Fan only had the initial level of the early stage of Hua Dan, so he flew into the air and launched a thunderous blow at Feng Fan. It's just that I didn't expect the defense generated by the opponent's flying magic weapon to be extremely powerful, completely blocking his own attack.

The brown-clothed monk was in a very high mood, and it seemed that as long as he killed Feng Fan, the flying magic weapon would be his own. Unexpectedly, after chasing after the opponent, the brown-clothed monk found that neither flying in the sky nor controlling magic weapons could get close to the opponent, which made the brown-clothed monk angry.

"Boy, don't run away anymore, leave the magic weapon on the bottom of your feet, and Uncle Ben will let you leave safely. Otherwise, if you anger Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben will definitely drain your soul and refine your soul. The brown-clothed monk looked cold and sent out a divine sense transmission to Feng Fan who was more than a hundred feet away.

"If you can catch up with me, this magic weapon will naturally belong to you, if you can't catch up with me, then shut your dog's mouth!" Feng Fan replied with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Good boy, you think you can run away with Uncle Ben so loudly, you think you can escape!" The brown-clothed monk bit his finger and pointed at the magic weapon under his feet, and a drop of blood fell on the flying sword. The flying sword suddenly burst out with a sharp light, and then chased after it like a gallop, narrowing the distance between the two to dozens of zhang at once.

Under the control of Feng Fan's divine sense, the bowl suddenly accelerated, keeping the distance between the two of them a hundred zhang away. In fact, the reason why Feng Fan didn't do it was because it was still close to the battle area, and if he did it here, Feng Fan was worried about attracting high-level monks.

Although Feng Fan was fully capable of killing all the monks on both sides of the war just now, he was afraid that the aura caused by the appearance of the ghost was too large, and once he attracted the Dacheng or even the Consummation stage monks, the secret of his possession of the magic flag would be exposed. Even if he simply cast the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array Simple Array, Feng Fan didn't want too many people to know.

The reason why Feng Fan angered his opponent was mainly because he was worried that the opponent would lose patience and leave after chasing for a while, after all, Feng Fan had already decided to kill the opponent and would not let the opponent flee easily.

The two of them flew for more than 100 miles one after the other, and under the control of Fengfan's divine sense, the bowl fell. The brown-robed friar was overjoyed and immediately followed. Feng Fan took the bowl and looked at the brown-clothed monk who was rushing from a distance, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Feng Fan's right hand flipped over, and the Five Elements Xuanmeng Flag appeared in his hand. With a wave at the brown-clothed monk who had just landed on the ground, bursts of cyan ripples quickly swung out, quickly trapping the brown-clothed monk with a somewhat surprised face.

Suddenly there was no trace of his opponent in front of him, and it was all a green cloud, and the brown-clothed monk was startled at first, and then knew that he was trapped in the magic circle.