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The second feather blew red, like a volcano erupting, and the red clouds were like magma rolling. The fire was everywhere in the sky, and the heat waves swept through.

The power of the second feather is even stronger than the first one, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Meng Fan and Kong Di.

"The Sutra of Immortality!"

Meng Fan shouted violently, and his whole body became crystal clear, like a crystal person. His flesh fist was quickly lifted, and a violent divine light burst out.

"boom!"

The flame emitted by the second feather was shattered by a punch, turning into flowers all over the sky and scattered.

Chen Bo's eyes were cold, but he didn't expect that he could not take down the opponent by using the power of the second feather.

"You still have to use the third feather."

Chen Bo had a little hesitation. It was different from the previous one since the third feather. They were pulled from the ferocious bird that had become gods, and they were not ordinary miscellaneous hairs.

"Fight!"

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and suddenly waved the Eight Bird Fan in his hand, and heard a "boom". A dazzling purple flame appeared in front of everyone.

The purple flame is sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes strong and sometimes hidden, burning in the air, making loud bird sounds.

The purple flame exploded suddenly and swept across the surroundings. The first one to be attacked was Chen Bo. With his current strength, he was not enough to control the third purple feather, which led to the aimless attack of the purple flame.

The forest was swept over and turned into ashes in an instant; the bluestone was swept over and it actually started to burn. The purple fire was surging, and four or five people were swept over by the flames, and then they turned into ashes and died of a life of death.

"What a powerful flame!" Kong Di shouted in surprise, trying to pull Meng Fan backwards.

Meng Fan stepped in front of him and sacrificed the Jiulong oven. He unzipped the furnace cover and tilted it down, and nearly 100 million flaming moths flew out.

The flame-swallowing moth shone its wings in the air, feeling the power of purple fire, and instantly became all excited.

"Brush, brush"

Groups flew towards the purple fire, and moths flew into the flames.

The purple fire swept across the moth group, and in an instant, nearly 100,000 flaming moths died in the flames because they could not bear the power of the purple fire.

Born in fire, die in fire. This is the life of the fire-swallowing moth.

The flaming moths that survived by luck eroded the power of purple fire, and their wings became a little purple and became even stronger.

Before the purple fire was over, another wave swept over. This time the fire power became even more violent and stronger. Nearly 100 million fire-swallowing moths died in an instant, and the undead fire-swallowing moths further devoured the power of the purple fire and became even stronger.

"boom!"

Another wave of purple fire swept across, and the remaining flame-swalking moths shone with their wings and plunged into the flame, as if they were about to turn into a cocoon and turn into a butterfly in the flame.

"Crazy!"

The dead flaming moth fell like rain, causing life to hurt.

There were ten flaming moths in the center of the flame and finally survived, dancing around the purple fire, and the whale swallowed the remaining flames.

The wings of these ten flaming moths, composed of flames, have completely turned into purple flames, flying in the air with a very strange appearance.

The purple light shines, extremely beautiful.

Meng Fan knew that the third feather of the Eight Bird Fan in Chen Bo's hand had been completely destroyed, becoming dull and losing the power it should have.

The ten flaming moths became stronger and stronger. Every time they flapped their wings, they would arouse spots of purple Mars.

Ten flame-swallowing moths flew back into the Nine Dragon Baking Tank, and Chen Bo's face was almost green.

What kind of moth is this? It can actually swallow the power of flames in the Eight Bird Fans.

"I won't play anymore!"

Chen Bo turned around and wanted to run away. Now the Eight Bird Fan has lost his third feather, which was his biggest reliance. Now that he is broken, he naturally thinks of running away at the first time.

"I want to run away after the fight? This behavior is as bad as not paying for prostitution."

With a loud "dong", Meng Fan stomped his feet hard on the ground, then rushed out a hundred meters away, and instantly landed in front of him.

"Bang"

Meng Fan slapped forward with a slap, and the thunder in his palm rioted, and the sound was like thunder. A slap fell, directly shattering the bones in his body.

"puff"

Chen Bo coughed up blood in big mouths, flew out, collapsed on the ground, not knowing his life or death.

"I can't help but fight?" Meng Fan shouted in surprise.

The moment Chen Bo landed, the Eight Bird Fan also lost its luster and quickly became smaller and fell to the ground.

Meng Fan picked up the Eight Bird Fans. Three of the eight feathers were obviously dim, two belonged to the mortal feathers, and one had just been destroyed by the turret moth. The remaining five feathers were hidden and the powerful energy inside could be felt.

"You wait! I have sent a message to my friends nearby, please wait for me!" A young man who survived by chance shouted.

"That happens to be solved at once. Brother, will you cause trouble?" Meng Fan asked.

"It's okay. It's just right to take this opportunity to provoke more enemies for the Wu family." Kong Di said with a smile. His current identity is a Wu family's genius. If something happens, he can let the Wu family, a giant, come forward to carry it.

"The Wu family will not let me die, or the demon spirit will not let the demon spirit die." Kong Di explained that the demon spirit that had taken over him before was sealed by the predecessors of the Wu family, but was used on the wrong path by later generations.

"The Wu family has shown signs of decline, so they hope to use the power of the demon spirit to restore their former glory. Unfortunately, they didn't know that the demon spirit is dead now."

"Bold!" Someone rushed from the mountains and forests and shouted loudly.

Not far away, a group of people appeared. The leaders were middle-aged people, with a majestic atmosphere, and they were obviously important figures from the big family.

Everyone in the Chen family was overjoyed. Their uncles came and they were all very strong and could definitely defeat Meng Fan and Kong Di.

"Two bastards, wait for death!" The Chen family cursed. Now they were fearless and wanted to return all the injuries they had suffered before.

"Chop off your hands and we can consider saving you your life!"

"Dog bastard, go to die!"

"Get back the treasure fan!" The middle-aged man shouted. Although the Eight Bird Fan was a copy, there were one or two very powerful divine feathers on it. It was very important to the family.

The eyes of the leaders opened and closed, and the majestic murderous aura was freed, and the divine light flowed, which was extremely terrifying.

"It's all cultivators!" Meng Fan took a deep breath. These middle-aged people were all spiritual god realm and were high-ranking cultivators.

"You won't return the treasure fan!" The middle-aged people were a little impatient.

"Why should I return the fan to you?" Kong Di stood up and pointed at the middle-aged men and shouted.

"I've seen you!" A middle-aged man rubbed his head and tried hard to recall.

"Uncle, he is the newly adopted son of the Wu family, named Kong Di." A child of the Wu family reminded.

"You are Condi? The guy who beat my son and my nephew seriously injured?" the middle-aged man slapped his head and shouted.

Meng Fan glanced at Kong Di, how many people did this guy beat?

Kong Di smiled awkwardly, "I was beaten up by accident."
Chapter completed!