Chapter 203 Chaos Refining Evil

The magic bowl became extremely huge in the air, and the ten-foot-sized bowl shot out a golden light, instantly covering the immortal soul of the evil god and slowly extracting the power of the other party's soul.

The evil god looked shocked at first, but then laughed and said, "Kid, I really don't know what to do with this piece of thing."

The ability of the magic bowl is not too weak, but it can't do anything against the powerful evil god. The power of the silky soul can't match the power of the evil god's own recovery, just like tickling the other party.

Yang Fan was not moved at all. His whole body was full of chaotic fire. He moved to the evil god and turned his palm and exploded with a "peng". A huge black alchemy furnace wrapped the immortal soul and lightning chain.

"When I refine you, I'll see how you laugh."

The evil god's face suddenly changed and roared: "Flame becomes a tripod! How is this possible!"

Yang Fan's fire control technique is becoming more and more perfect. From the appearance, it can't be seen that this huge elixir furnace is condensed by flame.

"Boom!" The dark flame devoured the three heads and six arms of the evil god in an instant, and the invincible appearance was gone forever, followed by a sad roar.

"Ky, if you want to refine your master, then come on, depending on your ability, or your immortal soul is stronger! Haha..."

Yang Fan sneered, took out a pile of top-grade spiritual stones and put them beside him, sat cross-legged, and refined him as an elixir.

The evil god couldn't help twisting his body and shaking the lightning chain on his body. No matter how powerful the immortal soul is, it can't withstand the refining of the chaotic fire, but he firmly believes that no matter what, the other party can't completely refine himself.

Just as the refining is in progress, the Voldemort is also absorbing the refined pure yin qi, slowly changing from a trace of fine yin qi to finger thickness.

As time goes by, the evil god is constantly burned by the chaotic fire, and the spirit of the soul on his body is constantly lost. Even if he wants to increase through skills, he is not in a hurry to supplement it.

"Come on, if you have the ability, you will completely refine your master..."

A day passed, the evil god was not moved at all, and his face was shouting and shouting annoy.

A week passed, the evil god did not open his mouth, and quietly maneuvered with Yang Fan.

A month later, the evil god's body seemed to be thinner and shorter.

A year later, the huge body shrank a lot, and the powerful immortal soul did not rush to restore the power of the refined true soul. He couldn't help cursing each other and asked all the relatives of Yang Fan's family. However, Yang Fan was not moved at all, and even the eyelashes on his eyes did not tremble.

Two years...

Three years...

Four years...

......

Ten years have passed, and it has been ten years since the fire of chaos. Ordinary people will definitely not be able to stand this suffering.

Ten years of cultivation is not terrible, and almost everyone can do it. However, it is not easy for ten years of alchemy. Even Sun Diancheng dares not think about the concept of ten years of alchemy. It is most likely that he has gone crazy.

However, Yang Fan regards these decade as a practice for fire control and Taoism. His only requirement for fire control is "spirit". Whether it is an instrument or an object, even a flame is contained in it. As long as a spirit is produced, everything will be smooth. Flame is the conversion between life and death. It is invisible, but it looks like it. It can't be restrained and can't be conquered.

In the end, Yang Fan understood the real mystery of fire control, which was just a mysterious feeling. The more you control the flame, the more you want it to execute according to your ideas, the more you can only do the opposite. But if you regard the flame as your friend and let its spirituality fully exert itself without imposing any constraints, just a single coordination, then the flame will obey you. It sounds mysterious, but in fact, it is not difficult at all. At least Yang Fan himself feels this way.

Suddenly, Yang Fan opened his eyes gently, and there was a black light in his eyes, burning like a flame. He looked at the evil god in the furnace of chaos, which was only half a foot away and weak. Strangely, the lightning chain also became much smaller, as if it could change with the change of the other party's body.

"Kid, you really can't kill it!" The evil god said viciously.

Yang Fan smiled faintly and said, "Cut the grass without root, and the spring breeze will blow again."

"Wan! Buff! "Oh!" The heavy armor on the demon stepped on the array and made a heavy sound.

When the evil god saw the demon walking in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up and wanted to control the direction to inhale in front of him. Unfortunately, his cultivation and divine thoughts have been refined a lot by the furnace of chaos, and he has lost his previous power. As soon as the divine thought left the soul, it was refined by the chaotic fire and then inhaled by the magic bowl.

"Dong!" As soon as the demon spirit stood down, he sacrificed his own magic weapon, Huangquan Banner. After ten years of continuous nourishment, the flag of Huangquanfan has become very fresh, and the scenery of the mountain is lifelike. The Styx River in the flag became turbid, and so did the huge blood pool. The bright red blood pool couldn't help boiling and rolling. Tens of thousands of heavy armored troops stood densely on the empty field, with thousands of tall vice generals standing at the front, holding a wolf's tooth stick in his hand, nearly three feet tall, blue-faced fangs, and ferocious face. However, because the refining time was still too short, the 18 ghosts and handsome men were not formed, which made Yang Fan regret.

The evil god looked at the giant flag in the sky and shouted, "Huangquan Banner! How can you have your own magic weapon! Where is my immortal golden body? Return the immortal golden body to me..."

"Immortal gold body?" Yang Fan glanced at the other party doubtfully. Is his immortal golden body still in the world?

The evil god roared. Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to himself, his mind moved a little and shouted, "Huangquan Fan - come on!"

I thought Huang Quanfan would respond to the sound, but I didn't expect how to summon, and my magic weapon did not move at all.

"Sharve your energy. This is no longer your magic weapon, and you are no longer the invincible evil god you used to be."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You must have done something, must!" The evil god roared.

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Yes, this yellow spring flag did make me refinish and was taken for my own use by my corpse. In those years, you failed to subdue it and suppressed the anger with the prohibition, but I turned what you didn't do into reality. Open your eyes wide and look at the power of the new flag!"

The demon's hand condensed and shouted, "Receed!"

In the yellow spring flag, a large number of ghost fog poured into the chaos, filling the whole furnace of chaos. Yang Fan controlled the chaotic flame and did not hurt the ghost fog at all. Instead, he helped him put the evil god into the ghost fog.

"Ah... let go of me, let go of me!" The evil god roared.

Huang Quanfan's suction power is very large. For the ghost, its ability can't be more powerful.

The evil god, with a body of only about half a foot, no longer has the power to compete with Huang Quanfan. The final result is that he is swallowed up by the Styx.

However, what Yang Fan didn't expect was that the evil god roared: "I want to die with you!"

The undead evil god, who was powerful in those years, defeated all the monks of the whole Void Islands with his own strength. As long as they heard the prestige of the immortal evil god, their hearts trembled, and even dared not mention his old man's name.

Now the remnants of the immortal evil god are here, but they can be killed but not humiliated. He also has his own supreme dignity.

"Wow..." Surrounded by the chaotic fire and Huang Quanfan, the ghost of the three heads and six arms surged crazily, and the ferocious expression on his face was very terrible.

"Ji Jie... I want to accept this, dream! Hahaha..." The evil god looked up at the sky and smiled, looking extremely crazy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Fan quickly withdrew the chaotic fire and Huang Quanfan, and quickly flashed into the Xumi space.

The evil god's laughter became louder and louder, and his figure did not tremble again and again. Finally, there was a loud "boom" sound, which blew the whole nine palaces of gold lock array to pieces.

"Wow..." The lightning chain fell on the ground, about ten feet long, and finally turned into an iron lock with an arm wide, which fell on the ground and completed its mission.

"Boom..." With the fall of the chain, the whole nine palaces made a huge roar, and the lightning around it also disappeared. Even the formation in the wind canyon is condensed, and the prohibition no longer works.

After all the surrounding movements passed, Yang Fan dodged to the array.

I only saw the place where I stood, and all of them were destroyed. The wolves all over the ground and the powerful nine palace gold lock array sank several feet into the ground, and there was no trace of Ding'er's formation.

Yang Fan's face has changed, and there is only one reasonable explanation that it can produce such destructive power, that is, the huge prohibition of the whole Yinfeng Canyon is provided by the soul of the evil god, and the source is endless.

How powerful is the immortal soul of the evil god with such a huge yin power! If it hadn't been through ten years of continuous refining, maybe God knows how long this guy can exist in the world, and maybe he can continue to survive until the whole North Nether Island is annihilated.

However, all this has become a mystery with the death of the evil god. No one knows the origin of the Moon Temple and why the evil god should be worshipped. Perhaps, defeating Lv Xinyan and Elder Wei Wuya can get the truth from their mouths.

Looking around the devastated, Yang Fan sighed deeply that after ten years of hard work, he actually suffered a failure. Fortunately, his Taoist heart is as solid as steel, otherwise he may not be able to accept this cruel reality. Fortunately, the huge and pure yin qi on the evil god got a large number of ghost beads under the absorption and refining of the magic bowl, which is also a kind of harvest.

Yang Fan no longer hesitated when he saw that the ban had been removed. Raise your hand, take back the lightning chains and invisible green balls, sacrifice the flying boat, and leave the North Nether Island as soon as possible.

At the moment he left, Lv Xinyan killed directly and looked at the devastated nine palace golden lock array. The empty array and the thunder pool suddenly roared.

"I'm going to kill you! I must kill you!!!"

Lv Xinyan has been staying in the Yinfeng Canyon for thousands of years for the inheritance of evil gods. For this dream, she can even give up her body, that is, she can have endless longevity. Now that all this has been destroyed by Yang Fan, how can she not be furious?

Suddenly, a strong wind blew around, and the evil spirit floating in the dust gathered together in an instant, gradually forming a ghost with three heads and six arms.

Lv Xinyan stared at all this, her expression changed from alert to ecstasy, and shouted, "Master Zu! You finally woke up!"