After Tang Fan saw the origin of this magic weapon, he looked a little strange and stared at Ye Mingdao with a strange smile.

In Ye Mingdao's eyes, this expression seemed to be completely stupid. It seemed that the power of the feather fan magic weapon exceeded Tang Fan's imagination. He had not thought of a way to crack it for a while.

"Tang Fan, you can't run away!"

Ye Mingdao laughed wildly. Although he lost one arm, if he could kill Tang Fan, then all this would be worth it.

"Ye Mingdao, thank you for the great gift you gave me!"

Tang Fan came back to his senses, quickly ran the Panshan Sutra, and threw out the Soul-Devouring Cauldron.

The Soul-Devouring Cauldron emits a brilliant light, as if it has magic power, whistling and rotating.

A loud voice resounded through the sky, and the sound was sharper and louder than the golden silk spider bird composed of the feather fan.

As soon as this sound came out, the illusory golden silk spider bird immediately paused, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and its pressure dissipated most of it.

The soul-devouring cauldron continued to roar, and a huge monster bird flew out of it, which was very similar to the monster bird transformed from the feathers, and even more huge and beautiful.

"Thirt!"

Seeing it flying, the feathered bird turned around and ran away, but before she could even wait, she was completely covered by the Soul-Devouring Cauldron.

The golden spider bird flew out of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron bit the neck of the feathered monster bird, holding it into a faint light, and flew into the Soul-Devouring Cauldron.

"How is this possible? My magic weapon..."

Ye Mingdao stared at the scene in front of him blankly, the scene was too shocking.

He felt distressed when he watched his beloved feather fan magic weapon swallowed.

The Soul-Devouring Cauldron trembled violently, and a fierce fighting sound came from it.

After a moment, everything returned to peace, and the head of the golden spider bird was exposed, which looked much solider than before.

It opened its mouth and actually spoke: "Thank you, my master, for your accomplishment. I need time to absorb its residual soul and wait until I wake up before serving you!"

"You...you can speak?"

Tang Fan did not expect that there would be such a good thing.

"Although this little bird is also a weak residual soul, it is a great supplement to me. It can not only improve my cultivation, but also increase my mind. If my soul can be replenished in the future, it can not only increase the power of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron, but also completely reveal itself."

"Then you go and practice."

Tang Fan nodded. The evolution of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron this time was an unexpected gain, and Ye Mingdao was simply here to give him treasures.

"Thank you, Master."

After saying that, the golden spider bird crawled into the Soul-Devouring Cauldron, and Tang Fan carefully put it into the Qiankun Bag.

Tang Fan looked up at Ye Ming and clasped his fists and said, "Director Ye, thank you for your fulfillment!"

"Ahhhhh... Tang Fan, you return my magic weapon!"

This feather magic weapon was obtained by Ye Mingdao unexpectedly. He didn't know that it was the feather of the golden silk spider bird.

When he thought of such a treasure being given to Tang Fan for free, he smoked and screamed.

"Ye Mingdao, do you have any magic weapons? Just use them!"

Before Tang Fan finished speaking, he raised his right hand and punched him.

A golden light radiated, and a fist shadow appeared in front of Ye Mingdao like a real one.

They launched together, and eventually overlapped and took a fatal blow.

Before he knew it, Tang Fan's Nine-Turn Divine Gang Fist had reached the verge of breaking through and touched the bottleneck.

Ye Mingdao felt the terrifying power of the golden fist in front of him and pointed.

This finger seemed normal, but it shook the sky. A thunder erupted in the sky, and a lightning bolt flew out, rushing straight towards Tang Fan's golden fist.

"The Heavenly Thunder God's Finger is my unique skill in the Ye family. See how many fingers you can withstand me!"

Ye Mingdao's hair was windless and blood was emitting from his eyes, which shocked the sky.

Under his voice, this extremely thick lightning bolt was still expanding, like a beam of light, hitting in an extremely fierce manner.

"Ye family, it's true that we should not underestimate it!"

Tang Fan showed a bitter smile on his lips. He knew at a glance that his current Divine Gang Fist was not the opponent of the Heavenly Thunder God.

"Bang!"

Just as the beam of light hit the golden fist, the sound was heard everywhere, and the impact caused swept across the surroundings. Tang Fan's body rolled back and hit the wall with a bang.

The wall collapsed and he was pushed out of the villa with a bang.

"Second finger!"

Ye Mingdao did not stop for a moment and pointed his finger at the sky again.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, as if there was a terrifying force brewing inside. In the end, the thunder rolled, turning into a thicker lightning again. All energy burst out and shot at Tang Fan quickly.

"I'll give you a face!"

Tang Fan disregarded his injuries and his aura burst out, and he also exuded endless murderous intent.

"Yunjie!"

Tang Fan said two words lightly, and the flying sword of the sky flew out immediately, and a red light flew into the sky, as if he was about to cut off the thick lightning.

"childish!"

Ye Mingdao's lips were contemptuous. If he hadn't been injured on Shuangjing Mountain before and then broke another arm, in his opinion, Tang Fan would have died in his hands long ago.

"boom!"

The red light collided with the beam of light, like a mountain and sea, forming another impact.

The red light diminished, but the light column only had a tiny crack.

"Wind Death!"

The attack of the Sky-Slaying Flying Sword once again set off a violent storm, forming an independent wind world, wrapping the light column inside.

In order to control the Flying Sword of the Sky, Tang Fan's face was pale at this moment, his whole body was dancing, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Finally, in this windy world, the beam of light gradually weakened and lost its original power.

"What a good sword. If you kill you, it's mine!"

Ye Mingdao looked at the Sword of the Sky and pointed another finger.

"The God of Heaven's Thunder finger, the third finger!"

This time, a finger emitting silver lightning from the sky seemed to have taken away everything, and nothingness twisted, and with a defiant force, he headed straight for Tang Fan and pressed.

Tang Fan was about to take out the dragon ridge when he suddenly had an idea and decisively gave up the dragon ridge. He pinched his fingers and drew a white circle in front of him...

"A hundred fantasies come true!"

As soon as the four words came out, the white circle in front of Tang Fan turned into a bright mirror, reflecting the huge fingers in the sky.

The two fingers collided violently, and the huge sound waves spread around. Tang Fan and Ye Mingdao were shocked and flew out.

"This is impossible, what kind of magic is this!"

Ye Mingdao's shock could not be expressed in words, and this spell was really incredible.

Tang Fan did not speak, and while his mind was rapidly deducing, the appearance of the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor when he used his Illusion Meridian.

I saw his legs step out, his arms dance, and then shadows appeared under his feet.

These shadows were illusory at first, but with the use of Tang Fan's magic, they gradually became Tang Fan's appearance.

In an instant, countless Tang Fans appeared in front of Ye Mingdao.

"Thousand Illusions and Demons..."

Tang Fan murmured to himself, although his use of the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor is not as powerful as that of the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor, this was only the first time after all, and it was already very satisfying to him.

"How did you learn the magic of the Thousand-faced Old Ghost!"

Ye Mingdao's scalp was numb. He couldn't tell which one in front of him was the real Tang Fan.

"It's not over yet!"

Tang Fan in front of Ye Mingdao spoke at the same time and took strange steps at the same time.

Balls of mist formed under their feet, and finally the mists were connected together in pieces, completely surrounding Ye Mingdao.

In the fog, sand and stones sometimes fly, lightning and thunder are sometimes roaring, and nothing is seen around, and there are only various means of attack.

"This... this is not an illusion, this is an attack formation!"

Ye Mingdao never expected that he would fall into such a strange formation just because of his slight negligence.

Tang Fan gasped, and on the basis of using the Illusion Sutra, he once again used the Nine-Turn Qiankun Step.
Chapter completed!