Du Fan and Wuqin and the full-strength attack behind him already had the power of the late-stage Nascent Soul, but when faced with the palm that the ancestor Wentian slapped out casually, it was as fragile as a mantis arm as a chariot. As soon as the two touched, Du Fan shot out under the action of a huge force. Ran Wenxiao? Say                                                                              

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Du Fan's body surface cracked, blood oozed out, soaking his clothes. With the sound of "cracking", his bones broke by two-thirds, and instantly flew backwards more than a thousand feet away, then landed on the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out.

Because most of his bones were broken or even shattered, he looked a little soft.

After the huge palm shadow slapped Du Fan with a palm, his power did not diminish at all. Then, with a "bang", it hit the light curtain of the magic circle, causing the entire magic circle to shine, shaking continuously, and extremely harsh wailing sounds.

At this time, the huge palm shadow finally stopped and confronted the magic circle light curtain. However, judging from the power, the two are not on the same level at all. If the magic circle light curtain is held for at most four or five breaths, it will collapse and be completely scrapped.

"Heaven and earth are bones, reshape one's own body!" Du Fan suddenly roared, and in the sky, there were a dot of inspiration, turning into a human-shaped skeleton in a blink of an eye, falling down suddenly. With just a flash, it instantly sank into his body, replacing the original bones.

At the same time, Du Fan spoke Sanskrit and the Dharma in his heart evolved. In an instant, blood stopped gushing. The cracked flesh on his body surface was repaired by a layer of golden halo and quickly wriggled, clamped, and fell off at a level visible to the naked eye...

In less than a breath, his whole body recovered as before, and the blood that invaded his body and clothes was magically removed by something. At least from the outside, Du Fan was no different from ordinary people at this moment, and he could not capture the traces of serious injuries.

Du Fan slapped with one hand, and with the help of the countershock, he suddenly jumped up from the ground. He waved his hands and became waving, and balls of golden fist clouds transformed out, intertwining and fusion with each other, and finally outlined a golden hand and slapped at the other party's huge palm shadow.

"Huh? These two sets of repair techniques are very mysterious, especially the technique of reshaping bones. They are simply a decisive way to seize the fortune of heaven and earth. It's interesting, interesting..." Looking at Du Fan who was jumping around again, Old Ancestor Wentian let out a light eh, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

"It's a pity that this son's soul space is strange, and the power of his spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful. The three soul light balls together are infinitely close to the level of the God Transformation Stage. Even I can't search his soul, otherwise... forget it, there is priority, let's get the Huangtian thing on this son first." The ancestor Wentian flashed his eyes, and he had a plan in his mind.

"Boom!" With a shocking sound, the two big hands hit each other.

The golden hand that Du Fan provoked was still like an egg hitting a stone. After a muffled sound, it turned into a golden light in the sky and dispersed and disappeared, and it seemed that it did not cause much damage to the huge palm shadow.

However, this time, the power of the huge palm shadow was finally eliminated, allowing the magic circle light curtain to last for a little longer.

Seeing this, Du Fan's heart sank slightly. For the first time, he personally felt that the huge gap between himself and an old monster in the God Transformation Stage was an insurmountable gap. It could not be compensated by one or two magical treasures and several magical techniques. The opponent's casual blow made him helpless.

Looking at the magic circle light curtain that was transformed and sunken by the huge palm shadow, Du Fan was anxious. He didn't have time to think too much, and immediately stepped out, preparing to launch the strongest attack he could use at this moment.

"Dong! Dong! Dong..."

Du Fan took a step forward, stepping on the void, the ripples spread, echoing the sound of the great way, as if they could resonate with the heaven and earth.

What he used at this moment was the 11 dog abuse steps derived from martial arts. This technique takes time to brew. What he bet was that the ancestor Wentian was disdainful of himself and his curiosity about mysterious martial arts. Before the magic was formed, the ancestor Wentian would not intervene.

This time, Du Fan had the right bet, and the old ancestor Wentian really showed curiosity on his face. He was looking at him who was developing his footwork with interest.

Du Fan took eleven steps in one breath, and in an instant, the world shrank, and a trace of indescribable aura spread out from every corner of the void, everywhere, filling the entire universe, a force of destruction was being nurtured and was about to explode.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Wentian, but he was not panicked. He swung his sleeves and a black treasure cauldron the size of a fist ejected out. After turning around in the air, it instantly became huge, emitting a burst of innate power.

At the same time, the ancestor Wentian clasped his hands and muttered words, and the sound of the spell echoed in all directions.

The next moment, a thrilling scene appeared.

The head of the ancestor Wentian, the sky spirit cover of the head, was lifted open like a pot cover, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and a purple glow rolled out from it, just a blur, and it merged into the world and disappeared.

Du Fan had already taken eleven steps, but the expected scene of the sky falling and the earth sinking did not arrive as expected, and everything seemed calm.

After a flash, the world returned to normal, and a purple glow appeared out of thin air and flashed into the black treasure cauldron.

The ancestor Wentian waved his sleeves and bounced his ten fingers continuously. The magic tricks continued, and the colorful magic lights shot into the treasure cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the treasure cauldron was wrapped in a ball of burning flames, as if refining something.

After a few breaths, the treasure tripod exploded and the flames went out. The purple glow had been rolled out from it and drilled back into his body along the Heavenly Spirit Cap of the Patriarch Wentian, and then the Heavenly Spirit Cap closed up.

At the same time, a purple-black pill as big as a thumb rushed out of the treasure tripod and was taken into his hand by the old ancestor Wentian with a move.

The ancestor Wentian played with the purple-black pill, and his face showed a look of satisfaction, and said with a hint of emotion in his tone: "I have been studying the God-Destroying Pill for many years, but I have never succeeded. I didn't expect that I was inspired by a junior today and finally refined it.

It is a bit regrettable that this magic pill is average, with only half-step power of transforming the gods, which is not very useful to me. However, with this successful experience, I have found a feasible path. After I go back, I will follow this idea and study it carefully. In time, I will definitely be able to refine the real magic pill."

At this time, the light curtain of the magic circle protecting Han Qianxue was finally overwhelmed. The light on the surface of the body dimmed and began to shatter inch by inch. Finally, it burst with a "bang" and collapsed completely. (To be continued.)
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