Purple-black sword energy surged out. This was a unique sword energy that could only be released by a magic weapon refined with demonic gold. The golden dragon formed by the power of pure yang did not retreat at all, and directly destroyed the evil sword energy in an instant, and only suffered a little damage. When everyone in the field saw this, their pupils suddenly shrank, and they finally understood why there has been a legend since ancient times that this body of pure Yang is the natural nemesis of all demonic cultivators in the world! The purple-black sword energy that Gui Fan slashed out just now would have caused heavy damage to an ordinary monk in the pill-forming stage trying to resist it. However, even this extremely powerful sword energy did not damage the golden dragon at all. "Is this the body of pure Yang? No wonder the demonic monks are so obsessed with it." "Immune to all evil, it's really not just talk." "If we don't get rid of this kid, the demon cultivators in the Great Desolate Territory may not be able to sleep well in the future." "." Amidst the chatter, Gui Fan was pacing leisurely in the air, constantly dodging the impact of the golden dragon.
"Certainly!" boom! The giant dragon roared past, the power of pure Yang spread out, and Guifan's figure dissipated like clouds and smoke. "But that demon sword is indeed Gui Fan's natal magic weapon. The aura of demon gold on it is genuine. Could it be an external incarnation?" But after all, the movements of his hands were not slow at all. While using his mind to urge the golden dragon to continue to stalk Gui Fan, his hands began to pinch the complicated seals again. The golden dragon passed him dangerously every time. Although it looked dangerous, it did not cause much trouble to Gui Fan. This is the young master of the Ghost Sword Sect, how could he die so easily! Even Li Qing couldn't help but narrow his eyes, shocked by the scene that just happened. At least so far, Gui Fan has not used any means, he just slashed with the Demonic Sword. There was no expression on his face, he was still quite indifferent. Immediately afterwards, that layer of golden light seemed to turn him into a sculpture, restricting his movement. "Hmph, you cowardly people can only run away?" Master Zhiyang snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his resolute face. The same is true for Gui Fan who is running away. No matter how fast he is, he cannot avoid being stained with golden light. "It's too fast. It really shouldn't be." Under the gazes of shocking eyes, the golden dragon finally found an opportunity to instantly crush Gui Fan who was restricted from moving! "How. How could it be!" But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that the matter was not that simple. Everyone watching this scene couldn't believe what they were seeing. Everyone was stunned on the spot, with disbelief in their eyes.
"Is it over like this? Gui Fan was beaten to the point of losing his soul?" In the blink of an eye, Gui Fan felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, unable to move even an inch! boom! A dazzling golden light bloomed from the palm of his hand, and all the surrounding scenery seemed to be plated with gold, bright and gorgeous. After Zhiyang Zhenren's cold words fell, the surrounding things plated with gold seemed to freeze instantly. Just as Li Qingcai whispered, he saw the purple-black demonic sword falling straight down from the air and then being inserted into the hard ground. Soon, a tall figure with a feminine and handsome face walked out from the side. It shocked everyone. Wasn't this Guifan who had just been hit by the golden dragon and died? Why did it appear suddenly again? Immediately afterwards, Gui Fan pulled out the heavy magic sword stuck in the ground and carried it behind his back again. Bang bang bang! Gui Fan chuckled and clapped his hands, with a happy and relaxed expression: "You can actually beat one of my incarnations to death, barely not bad." Listening to the other party's elder-like praise, Master Zhiyang's expression instantly turned gloomy to the extreme. Coincidentally, he had just spent so much effort, but he was just fighting Guifan's incarnation. This made him lose face! "Are you just going to use these tricks? I can kill your incarnation, and I can also kill your body!" Zhiyang Zhenren used his hands to seal the seal again, apparently intending to continue to use the magical power that could immobilize a person's body. However, this time Gui Fan no longer continued to watch helplessly as the opponent used this very difficult magical power. He tapped a strange gray-black bag on his waist with one hand. The next moment, bursts of yin energy spread out from this weird gray-black bag! Soon, a humanoid shadow appeared out of thin air! This turned out to be a refined corpse full of Yin energy! "What a strong Yin energy! Could this be a thousand-year-old Yin corpse?!" "Isn't it the method of the Yin Puppet Sect to refine and control these Yin corpses? How come even Gui Fan can do it?" "Could it be that the Yin Puppet Sect gave these methods to Gui Fan and let him use them to win the victory?" "." As soon as the thousand-year-old Yin Corpse, fearless of death, appeared, it left a trail of afterimages and rushed towards Zhiyang Zhenren at an extremely fast speed. In response to this, Zhiyang Zhenren had no choice but to put down his hands that were holding the seal, and looked solemnly at this extremely ferocious Yin corpse. This Yin corpse, which has been refined into a corpse puppet for thousands of years, definitely has a combat power equivalent to that of the pill formation stage, and is quite difficult to deal with. However, he didn't panic, and after slowly taking a few steps back, he bit the tip of his tongue.
"puff!" Zhiyang Zhenren spit out a mouthful of blood! The blood essence turned into blood mist, spreading in front of him. The next moment, the thousand-year-old Yin Corpse driven by Gui Fan could not avoid it and rushed directly into the blood mist. Tsk tsk tsk! A burst of ear-piercing explosions resounded from the Inferi Corpse, as if bombs were detonated on its body! This is pure Yang true blood! There are several powerful monastic physiques in the world, and their essence and blood are extremely strong and yang, which can restrain some evil spirits! And the thousand-year-old Yin corpse in Gui Li's hand was naturally among those being restrained. I saw this thousand-year-old corpse, after rushing out of this burst of blood mist, it became tattered, and its body was covered with traces of pits. After being eroded by the pure Yang true blood, he became like this! After seeing this scene, the others finally understood why the Yin Puppet Sect wanted to hand over a precious thousand-year-old Yin corpse to Gui Fan. If the pure Yang body is not eradicated, it will indeed be a huge threat to the sect. In the future, facing the grown Zhiyang Master, the strongest methods in his sect will be greatly restrained. boom! Zhiyang Zhenren blasted out a palm, a huge spiritual palm print mixed with pure Yang power, directly hitting the body of this thousand-year-old Yin corpse. This Yin corpse, which could cause a lot of trouble to the real person in the Danjie stage, was directly blown away. "If you have any other tricks, just use them. Today I will slay demons and defend the way!" Zhiyang Zhenren is majestic and majestic, with an invincible power all over his body, as if he wants to look down on everything. But Gui Li was still dismissive of this, and he said calmly: "If something belonging to the Yin Puppet Sect is broken, it will be broken. I want to see how much of your original power you can use up." As he spoke, he drove the tattered and damaged Yin Corpse up again and pounced on Zhiyang Zhenren again. But this time, this thousand-year-old corpse doesn't look so intimidating. Zhiyang Zhenren's eyes showed contempt, and he felt that Gui Fan was at the end of his game. Of course, he does have the capital to be confident. He has a body of pure yang, and he is superior to Gui Fan from the beginning. No matter how clever Guifan's methods are, as long as he does not break away from the realm of demons, he will never be able to fight against him! "Are you exhausted? I'll send you off here." As he spoke, Zhiyang Zhenren's eyes narrowed slightly, then he opened his mouth and spit out a golden long knife that exuded strong pure Yang power! This is his natal magic weapon, and it turns out to be a sword-like magic weapon.
Just when he was about to cut off the thousand-year-old corpse with one blow, the corpse suddenly exploded! Corpse explosion! Boom!