Chapter 104 Proud Soldiers Must Be defeated

The huge volume of the magic bowl flipped and quickly shrouded in the direction of Yang Fan and the demon spirit.

Yang Fan was stunned. The first time he saw such a horrible spiritual weapon, even the chaotic fire was useless.

In panic, he turned around and wanted to escape. He did not run two steps with the demon. Suddenly, he felt a huge suction behind him, which fixed the two in place and could not be turbulent at all.

In an instant, Yang Fan felt that his mana was rapidly losing, and he was not controlled at all, even as powerful as a demon.

Lu must laugh proudly and said, "Don't think that the ghost religion is very puzzled. In the hands of our holy religion, it can only be captured."

Before a cup of tea, Yang Fan and the demon's whole body disappeared, and the whole body could not stand. He fell softly to the ground, and a feeling of drowsiness came.

Lu must be very proud to see the situation. He withdrew the Fumo and walked to Yang Fan and joked, "Didn't you want my life just now? Why don't you say anything now? Haha, dare to fight against me!"

After he said that, he also felt physically uncomfortable. The imperial magic bowl consumed too much mana, and the previous serious injury attacked by the chaotic fire made him almost unsteady.

Yang Fan's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he looked at the other party's appearance. Obviously, the chaotic fire brought him a lot of harm.

Lu must shake his head and feel better. He came to the demon again and said coldly, "Damn it, what are you wearing a black robe in broad daylight? Let me see your true face!"

He slowly squatted down, waved his hand, and removed the demon's black robe hood, revealing the dark helmet and armor, and only two cold pupils staring at his eyes.

"Smile!" Lu Bide secretly took a cold breath and blurted out, "What kind of monster are you!"

The demon slowly got up and hit the other party with a fierce punch while he was surprised.

Lu had a frighted face, and the he hurriedly sacrificed the undulating magic bowl against his chest. With a bang, the magic spirit's fist was directly imprinted on the magic bowl. Because Zhenyuan has few left, his energy is also very overdrawn, and the Fumo bowl is also shaky. How can it withstand the violent impact? The magic bowl, which had not yet come, still the size of a golden bowl flew backwards in an instant and hit Lubide's chest fiercely.

"Puff..." After being hit hard, Lu Bide's chest was sunken, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out wildly. He crossed several feet away and fell to the ground.

The strange light flashed in the devil's eyes, and his right foot stepped on the ground, suddenly rushed forward and jumped high. At the moment when Lu Bi landed, his attack also hit at the same time.

"Peng!" The right knee fell heavily on Lubide's head.

In the blink of an eye, Lubide's head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white logistics were all over the ground. The attack was unusually fast, reaching its peak, and there was no sign of any signs.

The joy is extremely sad, and the victory or defeat is judged. If Lu Bi is not complacent and unprepared, I'm afraid the result of this fight is completely another matter.

Lubi didn't understand how the other party's physical strength could be so strong that even the yuan god did not come to escape from the scene and died. In the case of total loss of mana, how can you still have the ability to stimulate the power of the body?

At this time, Yang Fan's eyelids were as heavy as a thousand years, his head tilted, and he completely fainted.

One day and one night passed.

Yang Fan woke up from the tingling pain of the meridians.

At this time, he was like a seriously ill patient, sore and weak all over, and there was only one thought in his mind, which was to sleep. It seems that only sleep can relieve the current embtai.

Of course, mortals have only one choice.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and sat up. First, he let the demon spirit release the ghost to swallow Lu Bide's body, which was relieved.

The magic spirit is very magical. The true element of physical strength has recovered a little. Relatively speaking, the condition of the magic spirit is much better, so that there is no magic power.

The corpse in the foundation period contains powerful Zhenyuan, which is the best for the ghost. One of the five ghost lieutenants has a faint sign of breakthrough, as if to evolve into a ghost general.

Yang Fan is like a weak child, and even the storage bag can't be used. All this is caused by the strange magic bowl, which corresponds to the sentence that the proud soldier will be defeated. If the demons don't have a horrible body, I'm afraid they will be with the underworld at this time.

Take the elixir handed over by the demon spirit, hold two medium-grade spiritual stones in your hand, and slowly restore the true element. A trace of warm Zhenyuan flowed in the bones of his limbs, feeling the warmth like sunlight, and Yang Fan slowly entered the realm of ethereal.

Absorbed four Zhongpin Lingshi and took two Huanglongdan, which restored the true elements in the body.

With a long breath, Yang Fan stood up, glanced around, and muttered, "Don't forget the past. Don't underestimate any opponent."

I'm afraid this lesson will make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

He raised his hand and waved the mud-stained volt magic bowl on the ground and found dozens of small black balls in the bowl, one of which was all red.

Under careful investigation, Yang Fan found that there was a real element of red flame in this red ball, which made him very surprised. He thought that it should not be his own magic power to absorb this strange bowl and become this appearance?

Then look, one of the dozens of small balls is also demonic, and the whole body is dark. It is indeed a true element refined by the corpse.

The rest are the condensed ghost elixir. The yin qi is very heavy, the anger is rampant, and it is very cold to buy.

The mind moved and let the demon summon five ghost lieutenants.

Yang Fan threw those ghost elixirs to them and wanted to see if those ghost lieutenants could take these things.

However, the discovery went well.

The five ghost lieutenants smelled the food like a glutton, and couldn't help shouting and fighting for food in the air. They just swallowed these ghost elixirs in a few breaths and so, and their excited mouths made a screaming sound, expressing joy.

The bodies of the two ghost lieutenants surged and seemed to have made a breakthrough. The violent surge of the ghost fog makes the surrounding aura rush into it, like a black hole that can't swallow the pure aura around it.

Under the control of Yang Fan, the demon spirit also sacrificed thousands of ghosts, holding the spirit stone in his hand, and endlessly inputting Zhenyuan into it to accelerate the change of the ghost lieutenant.

After about a quarter of an hour, the tumbling ghost fog finally stopped and slowly dissipated without a shadow.

Yang Fan held the idea of killing wrong and not letting go, and took it to his own.