The pupils of Liao Fan's eyes contracted slightly, and a cold light flashed away. How could the weak aura of that person just now possess magical power?
It's really weird.
Even he has only acquired half of the Buddhist magical powers by chance!
"However, no matter who you are and what magical powers you have, you must die today!"
"The Eight Tribes of Buddha and Heaven! Rakshasa Nu!"
Liao Fan looked indifferently at the direction in which Yang Fan was leaving, quickly forming seals with his hands, and a shadow instantly appeared behind him, half virtual and half real, with a ferocious and ferocious face, four arms, and a terrifying figure!
"Catch up and come back with that man's head! I'm going to refine him into a magical fruit!"
Liao Fan gave an order.
"Follow the Buddha's orders!"
Rakshasa Nu smiled sinisterly, his muscles all over his body bounced, and he sank straight into the void, chasing Yang Fan in the direction of his escape at extremely fast speeds.
That weird speed actually caught up with Yang Fan!
Swish swish swish.
And here, Yang Fan fully activated the "Fuyao" magical power for the first time, activated it at the level of the Heavenly Master, and finally showed part of its power.
It is truly worthy of the name of a great supernatural power!
Traveling through the void like a god!
Dozens of miles can be covered in a few breaths, as if the distance between two points has been reduced to a very short distance!
The strong wind whistled in his ears. Fortunately, he was wrapped in the Taoist artifact of Baifu Knot at this time. Otherwise, he really doubted that he would be blown to pieces by the strong wind in the void.
"Phew, it's so dangerous, this old guy's slap is so cruel!"
Yang Fan lowered his head.
Half of his body was stained with blood, and his muscles and bones were broken countless times. Just the force of that palm caused him to suffer such serious injuries!
It is truly unimaginable to be a master in the Buddha realm.
A few dozen miles away, Yang Fan felt that the crisis was over for the time being, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But at the moment when he relaxed, four black lights suddenly appeared behind him, and four arms stabbed out from the void.
The big tendons were pulsing, and the sharp claws were full of cold light, almost tearing the space apart.
Stab.
Amidst the screams, Rakshasa jumped out instantly.
"What the hell!"
Yang Fan was startled, rolled on his back, and narrowly avoided the blow.
When I looked back, I saw this monster with four arms!
Its frame is huge, with spikes all over its body, and its large green and black tendons are like dragons lying on its body. Its eyes are green, like two will-o'-wisps coming out. At first glance, it seems that it is not a serious figure.
Whoosh.
With a squeeze of his palm, Fang Tian's painted halberd immediately appeared in his hand, and he looked at the Rakshasa slave warily.
However, Rakshanu smiled sinisterly, and his half-corporeal, half-solid body moved at extremely fast speeds, rushing straight towards Yang Fan, with a ferocious aura coming overwhelmingly.
Yang Fan's face was calm, Fang Tian waved his halberd, and suddenly a black and red hurricane broke out, and a ferocious black dragon rushed towards Rakshasa Nu.
The surrounding area of tens of feet was instantly filled with murderous intent.
Yang Fan's Fangtian painted halberd struck Rakshanu fiercely, the shadows of the dragon and the halberd intertwined, and the sharp blade passed by its ear.
However, it easily avoided it at extremely fast speed!
"Extreme speed in martial arts?"
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Rakshasa Nu, who had retreated more than ten feet away, with great solemnity.
What kind of monster is this!
The extremely fast speed is probably not inferior to that of Jinbo Bodhisattva!
After several fights, Yang Fan, who was seriously injured, was forced to a disadvantage and fell into a passive position of being beaten.
Just when Yang Fan made up his mind to turn around and practice Jin Bodhisattva first, Rakshasa Nu retreated a distance and began to patrol around him, like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity, looking for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
The two faced each other for a moment, and then it finally moved.
"Split Shadow!"
In an instant, the Rakshasa Nu turned into dozens of shadows and surrounded Yang Fan, like thousands of troops galloping, almost inevitable!
The most important thing is that every shadow of the other party is real and not an illusion!
The situation suddenly became extremely critical!
However, Yang Fan's face was surprisingly calm.
The next moment, it seemed that he could clearly see the blood sprouts between the teeth of Rakshanu's mouth, and then he uttered two words: "Tianwei!"
It's so close, where do you want to run?
boom!
The power of heaven is mighty!
God is as powerful as hell!
Just like God wants people to die, people have to die!
The bodies of dozens of Rakshasa slaves were instantly enveloped and stagnated in place.
The decaying soul that was originally imprisoned in the body was wiped out in an instant, and its monster-like form was also wiped away like a bubble exposed to light.
In the end, there was only one Rakshasa slave left, and it fell to the ground. The figure that was half virtual and half real gradually turned into reality, and it had no breath at all.
"puff!"
And Yang Fan here is not having it easy either.
After activating "Fuyao" with all his strength, he then activated "Tianwei" with all his strength. Even with his soul power dozens of times that of ordinary heavenly masters, it was too much for him.
This is especially true when someone is seriously injured.
Fortunately, the other party is already dead.
Yang Fan stepped forward and stabbed the opponent's body with Fang Tian's painted halberd. He was shocked to find that the body had long since decayed and emitted a stench.
He frowned, waved his hand, and a blazing flame enveloped it, burning it to ashes.
"Um?"
Among the ashes, a bone bead caught his attention.
The bone bead is the size of a fist, with a faint golden light. It can be preserved under his great magical power "Heavenly Power", so it must not be an ordinary thing.
Yang Fan stuffed it into his clothes, turned around and left.
If another monster like this comes, he will be able to capture it without hesitation.
It didn't take long.
Two more half-virtual and half-real figures appeared, larger than the Rakshasa slaves, like two angry King Kongs, naked to the waist, holding demon-conquering pestles, with fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths, showing extraordinary power.
"I'm late."
"What a waste! I can't hold on for such a short time! It's a waste of the Buddha's great power to send us here!"
The two looked gloomy when they saw the ashes on the ground.
On the other side, Yang Fan, who made a strategic retreat, did not return to the divine capital, but sneaked back to Huayan Temple!
Yes, he went back again.
He found a secluded hall, went inside, sealed the surrounding area tightly with a Baifu Knot, and then began to recover from his injuries.
Sitting cross-legged deep in the hall, Yang Fan activated the qi and blood in his body, and the 360 qi and blood orifices were like a vast star map, with billowing qi and blood flowing out.
He seemed to be sitting cross-legged in the midst of blazing flames, as if he were divine.
I don’t know how long it took, but he completely recovered, his arms shook, and his muscles thundered: "Sooner or later, this old guy, I will be rewarded!"
However, the other party obviously had big plans, and he accidentally overheard some of the content. Even though his identity was not revealed, he still needed to be careful.
Yang Fan was dormant in the hall, and the night was obviously shrouded outside. Just when he was about to go out to investigate, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.
Yang Fan looked outside through the Baifu Knot.
A tall, burly and fierce monk pulled a young monk in. As soon as the door of the palace was closed, the two people immediately hugged each other impatiently.
"..."
When Yang Fan saw this, he called out in his heart what a good guy, no matter how many times he calculated, he never thought of this.
Wait, monk!
So many monks!
Yang Fan thought of the slave seal that failed in the experiment during the day, and suddenly had an idea. With so many monks, they shouldn't care if there are a few less, right?