The rolling torrent surging forward, drowning Nangong Yi.

The initial disdain, the stunned when the nine-headed flame dragon was annihilated, and then the panic when the torrent passed to his body, in an instant, his face changed several times.

If Zhang Fan faced such an attack, he would definitely die if he asked himself, but his natural caution made him never dare to relax, and he kept his eyes on the center of the torrent.

There was a series of crisp sounds, crackling and crackling, and Nangong Yi's reaction was obviously not slow at the moment of life and death, and he still supported the shield after all.

This was expected, Nangong Yi was not as dangerous as Ji Wufang's waste that was knocked down by him with a sneak attack, and it was normal to have this action.

However, after a few breaths, the sound was still continuous, and the torrent was weak, but it was already beginning to show signs of dissipating.

"How is it possible?" Zhang Fan had a hint of astonishment on his face.

With such an attack, even the six-winged centipede has to be in a hurry, and the ** of the ten has to be injured a little, Nangong Yi can actually survive from beginning to end?

Although the torrent of wind and fire was fierce, it was a rootless wood and sourceless water after all, and it quickly dissipated, and Nangong Yi's figure was also revealed from it.

At a glance, Zhang Fan's face finally changed greatly.

At this time, Nangong Yi's body was like a red-hot soldering iron, exuding an astonishing high temperature, and even the surrounding air was distorted.

The original well-dressed, chic appearance is no longer there, and the clothes on his chest have been torn open with a large round hole, revealing that his white chest is rising and falling violently.

His hands, in the shape of a tiger's mouth, and in front of him, in the palm of his hand, there is a bright red bead suspended, and on closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that it is densely covered with incandescent points of light, swimming happily, and the whole bead body also trembles from time to time, as if it has its own life.

"Nine Flame Dragon Balls!"

Recognizing this treasure, Zhang Fan's heart sank suddenly, and there was a bitterness on his face that could not be concealed.

Whoever cannot do what one or two cannot do, then he will make an appointment of three to see that he has more, and if he cannot do what three cannot do, he will make an appointment of nine, so that he may see that there is a great many.

Therefore, the sky is nine heavens, the earth is nine continents, the moon travels nine paths, and there are nine lights.

The number of the anode of "nine" is used to point out the prosperity of the fire element, and the origin of the word Yanlong is the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball.

If it is said, the top-level spiritual weapon Dark Demon Banner is the treasure of the Illusory Demon Dao, and it has been majestic in the hands of countless foundation builders and knotted Dan masters, and has killed countless people.

Then, the Nine Flame Dragon Ball is equivalent to the Dark Demon Banner of the Law Sect.

It is the same as the Dark Demon Flag, it is also a strange treasure that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, the top existence of the top-level spiritual weapon, and in terms of grade function alone, it is even higher than the Dark Demon Flag.

Therefore, according to legend, a predecessor of the Faxiang Sect once saw the remains of an ancient Yanlong in the ruins of an ancient sect. At that time, the ancient flame dragon had fallen for a long time, and even the scales and keels of the true dragon, which could be called the treasure of heaven and earth, were all dissipated, and with a light touch, they all turned into dust.

Only one of its dragon balls, not only did not dissipate due to the passage of time, but continued to absorb spiritual power on its own for thousands of years, and the essence of the ancient flame dragon contained in it was actually refined into a brilliant and restrained one.

Such a treasure, even the great supernatural people who have achieved the Yuan Infant must be thrilled by it.

It's a pity that the extremes of things must be reversed, and it is precisely because this dragon ball is so condensed that no one can damage it in the slightest, let alone smelt it into a magic weapon with other spiritual objects.

At that time, I don't know how many monks sighed, and in desperation, they had to ask the most brilliant refining master to impose countless prohibitions on this heaven and earth spiritual object, refining it into a top-notch spiritual weapon, and passed it on.

How could Zhang Fan not have heard of such a famous treasure? When he really had to face it, he inevitably lacked confidence in his heart.

In terms of attack alone, this treasure is on the same level as a top-level spiritual weapon such as the Dark Demon Banner, but when it comes to other effects, it is far beyond their reach.

Because the material is extremely cherished, and the refining method is very clever, when this treasure is first formed, it is like the magic weapon of the Grandmaster of the Jiedan, which can be included in the body for warm cultivation and cultivation, and the function accelerates the absorption of spiritual energy, the operation of the trick, and contains the power of immeasurable fire elements.

It's no wonder that Nangong Yi, with a mere cultivation of the eleventh layer of the Qi Refining Period, was able to use his aura to merge into nine flame dragons and last for so long. Zhang Fan had long had doubts about this in his heart, and now that he showed the Nine Flame Dragon Balls, he understood.

At the same time, he also understood why Nangong Yi wanted to hide in front of Bai Yiyi, if it was known that he had a treasure like the Nine Flame Dragon Ball, needless to say that Bai Yiyi would be snatched on the spot, even Zhang Fan on the side would definitely fall into the ground.

Judging from the holes in the clothes on his chest, it is estimated that this treasure was originally worn by him on his chest, so that he could mobilize the power in it and save a small life at a critical moment.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's heart flashed, as if he had grasped some key, but when he wanted to think about it, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

At this time, Nangong Yi had already recovered from the horror of near-death, and said angrily to Zhang Fan: "Senior Brother Zhang, I didn't expect that I still underestimated you. You can rest assured, Senior Brother will definitely repay you well. ”

When the word "return" is mentioned, it tastes like gnashing of teeth, and it is obvious that there is a lot of hatred in my heart.

Whoever thinks he is nine out of ten is safe, he is easily turned over by someone pinching his waist and eyes, and almost dies, and the shame and hatred in his heart will not be much smaller than him.

Although he was curious about how this treasure could fall into his hands, at this time, the two sides had become an endless situation, and Zhang Fan didn't bother to talk about waste, just pursed his lips, took out the Falling Soul Bell and held it in his hand, and the three-legged golden wufa behind him did not disperse, and his momentum changed, and the monstrous flames of the anti-heaven and immortal ambition suddenly appeared.

"You can't do it if you have the law!" Seeing that the momentum of the law that made him suffer a big loss rose again, Nangong Yi laughed angrily, and suddenly let go of his hands, letting the Nine Flame Dragon Ball float three feet in front of him, and then pinched the magic trick with his hand, and his long hair was windless, and the momentum of the whole person rose sharply.

A huge phantom slowly emerged behind his head, not too tall, not very fierce, only indescribably majestic, thick as a mountain.

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that Nangong Yi had never used the magic phase spirit technique, nor did he have any magic weapon other than the Nine Flame Dragon Ball.

Before, he may have been contemptuous, but at this time, the two sides have reached the point where there is no possibility and necessity to leave a hand, and even so, he did not take out even a single magic weapon from the Qiankun bag.

I haven't used a magic weapon, so that is......

Thinking of the hole in Nangong Yi's chest again, a bright light suddenly flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and his heart brightened.