The coffin fell from mid-air and hit Jiang Gan's hiding place.
Although he didn't know the origin of this coffin, Jiang Qian also knew that it was a rare treasure in the world.
At this time, the coffin's light dimmed, and it was obvious that it had suffered heavy damage in the battle just now, and its power was greatly reduced, and it fell from the air.
Jiang Gan doesn't have any moral obsession, and has no idea of a peak showdown with the man in the coffin.
This is an opportunity sent from heaven. If God does not take it, you will suffer the consequences!
Without any hesitation, he directly activated the Qianyuan palace lantern, and a wisp of black and yellow flame flew out, swelled in the wind, wrapped the entire coffin, and burned fiercely.
The coffin seemed to be aware of it, and it shook violently, and streams of Nirvana flames escaped, blocking the refining of the black and yellow lamp flames.
After the Nirvana Flame Qi appeared, the fire mark kept beating, and if Jiang Gan hadn't tried his best to suppress it, it would have almost jumped out of his body.
"This is the strange light I saw when I entered the ninth level rooftop. It is a treasure that can transform the magical power of fire."
The moment he saw Nirvana Li Yanqi, Jiang Qian's eyes flashed with surprise, and he was quite surprised.
For Jiang Qian, the Qianyuan Palace Lantern is his foundation, and the fire magic power is the shortcut to the sky.
The stronger the Xinhuo magical power, the higher the efficiency of refining the divine energy, the faster the transformation of mysterious power, the richer the foundation, and the simpler the practice.
As Jiang Qian let go of the suppression fire mark, it vibrated wildly, like a black hole, continuously swallowing the Nirvana Flame Qi.
An unstoppable momentum rose from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, and the Nirvana Flame Qi surrounding the coffin seemed to be pulled, and one after another sank into the ancestral aperture between Jiang Qian's eyebrows.
The Nirvana Flame Qi, which was originally able to withstand the burning of the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, flowed towards the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows like water, and was refined by the fire mark in the blink of an eye.
Threads of essence exuding seven rainbows of light emerged from the fire mark and merged into Jiang Qian's body.
After absorbing this essence, Jiang Gan's body underwent an indescribable change, as if it had an extra layer of crystal texture.
It's like a beautifully remade object, with all defects and imperfections removed, making it smooth and harmonious.
There seems to be an extra layer of redness in the qi, blood and divine power in the body, burning mistyly, like glass, like flames...
This layer of blush is like a catalyst, and the energy, blood, divine power and mana that were originally only initially integrated begin to merge at a deeper level.
A ray of pure and pure, supreme and noble seven-color airflow was born, and there was a faint mysterious Taoist rhyme flowing.
With a movement of his mind, the seven-color air flow submerged into the fire mark, and a feeling of fullness was transmitted into Jiang Gan's soul.
It is obvious that the essence of this seven-color air current is extremely high, it seems to be beyond the limits of the mortal world, and is no less powerful than the power of immortals and gods.
The fire mark trembled, the black and yellow divine light circulated, and a terrifying suction force filled the air.
The flames of Nirvana surrounding the coffin, like all the currents returning to the sea, are constantly integrated into the marks of the fire, and are refined into wisps of colorful essence.
As the seven-colored essence is integrated into the body, wisps of colorful air are born, constantly tempering Jiang Gan's physical body and soul.
A gentle breath circulates, making people feel relaxed and clear.
There are also wisps of colorful divine light flowing, and the whole thing looks like colorful crystals, exuding a terrifying aura of divine majesty.
In the blink of an eye, the Nirvana flames were swallowed up, and more than 1,300 colorful air currents were born!
"What I practice is the "Qianyuan Heavenly Scripture". This seven-color air flow is called Qianyuan Immortal Qi!"
Jiang Gan looked at the colorful air currents circulating in his body and murmured to himself.
After devouring the nirvana flame energy, the fire mark was not satisfied. Instead, it increased its suction and began to devour the original essence of the sycamore tree.
At this moment, King Zhou Li couldn't bear it any longer and suppressed his injuries. He thrust out a palm, encompassed the universe, and rolled towards Jiang Gan.
"What a pity, it's too late!"
Jiang Gan chuckled lightly, and a wisp of Qianyuan immortal energy poured into the Qianyuan palace lantern, and the black and yellow flames shone brightly.
A flame exuding immortal Taoism streaked across the void, directly burning a terrifying crack in the void.
Even the void could not withstand the terrifying high temperature. The void and the spiritual machine were burned into nothingness by the ultra-high temperature.
King Zhou Li's arms did not escape the fate of being burned into nothingness. The terrifying flames spread along his arms towards his body.
"ah!"
A painful wailing sound was heard, and a mutilated arm flew out of the coffin, and was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
As if sensing Jiang Gan's difficulty, the coffin shook wildly, the void shattered, and he wanted to escape into the void.
Jiang Qian had already regarded the coffin as his own, so naturally he was unwilling to let it escape!
With a thought, three wisps of Qianyuan Immortal Qi merged into the Qianyuan Palace Lantern. An invisible force spread out, and the void within a radius of several miles was instantly imprisoned. The void was a hundred times stronger.
"Boy, do you want to fight to the death with Gu?"
A vicious and domineering voice came from the coffin, and murderous intent shook the void.
"That's right, you die and I live!"
Jiang Gan said in a deep voice, his tone full of confidence.
Before he finished speaking, the Qianyuan palace lantern suddenly bloomed with immeasurable divine light, intertwining into a heavenly and earthly net, tightly wrapping the coffin.
The coffin shook, and the phantom of a phoenix divine bird emerged from the coffin. A kind of vermilion flame that seemed to contain a hint of innate Taoist charm burned faintly. It was the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame.
As soon as this flame came into contact with the divine light blooming from the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, it immediately turned into a huge wave of fire and swept towards Jiang Gan.
Jiang Gan's expression condensed, and wisps of Qianyuan immortal energy were poured into the Qianyuan palace lantern, and the immortal fire magical power also blessed it.
The black and yellow flames began to slowly swallow up the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame, while the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame was also constantly refining the black and yellow flames, and the two sides entered a tug of war.
"There is no way that any flame can stop the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame!"
An unbelievable voice came from the coffin, and there was a hint of panic in the voice.
According to rumors, only the mythical beast Phoenix can master the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame, which is naturally capable of restraining all kinds of flames. Only the Golden Flame of the Sun can rival it.
Backed by a large amount of Qianyuan Immortal Qi, Xuanhuang Lantern gradually began to gain the upper hand.
After consuming hundreds of strands of Qianyuan Immortal Qi, the Phoenix Burning Sky Flame was gradually swallowed up and refined by the black and yellow flames.
The immortal fire took the lead in completing the transformation, and the mark of the fire turned into a lifelike colorful phoenix, which was imprinted on Jiang Gan's eyebrows. The soul and the body fit perfectly, and the soul and body were integrated.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
With a shrill scream, the coffin and King Zhou Li were burned to ashes.
At this moment, a huge purple light of luck poured into Jiang Qian's body.
Ginger stems were originally pure gold with a hint of cyan luck, but were completely transformed into pure cyan, and even purple appeared.
The strands of luck are condensed into the shape of a seven-layered treasure building, which is luxurious and precious.
The lucky dragon above his head kept rolling, turning into a green dragon with four claws, surrounding Jiang Gan, and letting out a thundering dragon roar.
If it weren't for the concealment of the Qianyuan Palace lantern, the terrifying vision of luck would have shaken the twenty-four states of the Eastern Wasteland.