This fist blast exploded the space, and directly condensed into a pocket-sized purple-black bone pterodactyl, rushing towards Ye Fan fiercely!
Ye Fan hurriedly picked up the purple-gold Minggang and photographed the first style of the ghost gate seal, the mountains and rivers of the ghost gate town!
The majestic and sturdy ghost gate appeared and stood in front of Ye Fan.
boom--
The extremely pocket-sized and condensed bone-winged python immediately smashed the ghost gate and slammed into Ye Fan's body.
Bang--
The dull bursting sound exploded.
Ye Fan suddenly flew out, smashed a thousand-meter-high mountain, and fell directly into a river with a crash.
The sneer on Wan She's face grew stronger.
But the next moment,
His sneer freezes on his face.
boom--
Wow!
With the fall of Ye Fan as the center, the entire five-hundred-meter river burst open, and countless water splashes shot into the sky!
The entire section of the river seemed to suddenly shoot from the riverbed into the sky.
What is even more shocking is that the five-hundred-meter river water blasted into the sky did not fall again, but directly evaporated into water vapor in the sky!
In this steaming water, Ye Fan's purple-golden dark flame lingering figure stood tall in it.
Wow!
A blood-yellow river suddenly surging around!
This long and forgotten river absorbs all the water vapor, merges it into the river body, and instantly expands into a huge river with more than one kilometer!
The entire river, under the control of Ye Fan, condensed into a **** yellow dragon with distinct scales!
Howl--
The angry dragon roared and roared to the sky!
Ye Fan coiled around the big dragon, his thoughts flashed, and he rushed towards Wan Snake again!
Wan She looked at Ye Fan's figure.
The dark golden vertical pupil suddenly widened!
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Wan She's vertical pupils widened.
He clearly sensed Ye Fan's surroundings, and the strong wind and rain turned out to be like the most docile sheep, like arms gesticulating.
On the latter's body, there were some subtle changes in the fluctuations of the spirit energy that radiated from it.
This is multiple possession!
There was a new companion demon spirit, possessed on Ye Fan's body.
Wan She couldn't take care of the surprise and horror in his heart.
He quickly condensed the companion demon spirit!
The big bone-winged dragon flapped its wings, roared, and violently collided with the blood-yellow dragon gathered by Ye Fan.
boom--
The smelly Wangchuan water splash collided with the demon gang.
The two dragons slammed away.
The rippling wind is surging everywhere!
The powerful underworld fluctuations and the demon spirit qi, the turbulent space, wash away the endless waves of ripples!
Ye Fan and Wan Snake's body was like a volcanic eruption, and at the same time they burst into air!
Palm gang, fist gang, fight dozens of times in an instant!
The world is overturned!
Space shattered!
After a loud explosion, the two broke apart.
In the center of the previous battle, countless fierce and distorted space cracks and holes can be seen impressively.
Wan Snake's dark golden vertical pupils passed through the battlefield and landed on Ye Fan.
He sneered and said: "Unexpectedly, more than one companion demon spirit on your body has been promoted to the Ninth Sequence World Destroying Level!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Wan Snake, there are more things you don't know!"
Wan She was taken aback for a moment.
Ye Fan's words are what he said just now.
Now Ye Fan returned it to Ten Thousand Snake intact.
This immediately made Wan She's face gloomy.
Wan She snorted coldly: "The sharp-toothed kid, after the demon spirit space is abolished, I want to see if your mouth is hard?!"
Ye Fan didn't answer, but he thought directly, with a tall Nether Purgatory banner in his hand, shook his hand at the ten thousand snakes!
Whoosh whoosh——
A series of purple-golden light clusters, the streamers turned into flew out one after another.
In the blink of an eye, it was divided among the ten thousand snakes.
In every light group, there is a purgatory.
In every purgatory, there is a terrible breath that imprisons thousands of ghosts and makes hundreds of millions of souls tremble and fear.