"Die!" Just when the phantom was approaching Ye Fan, he heard him suddenly yell. Sun Wu was smashed at the front end of Ye Fan by him, and the phantom took the opportunity to bypass Mo Xue. He slapped Ye Fan's body with a fierce palm.

Sun Wu has always been a guise for phantoms, even now, phantoms only use him as a tool of use, and have no idea of ??killing him at all. Only Ye Fan really wants to kill.

"You..." Many people in the room couldn't react to the scene of the magical demon, especially Mo Xue, who didn't dare to shoot at will. He was afraid of hurting Sun Wu in front of him.

"Phantom, you mean!"

Ye Fan didn't expect that this demon would have this final blow. The magic power condensed in the palm of the magic demon was extremely powerful. With this blow, Ye Fan absolutely had no place to die.

With Ye Fan's realm at this moment, his martial arts couldn't compete with the phantom magic, his mind was anxious, and he suddenly thought of a martial arts he had cultivated for a long time.

At this moment, although Ye Fan's power is no match for the power of the phantom demon, if he can hold the phantom demon's figure and stop the demon palm, he will naturally have the hope of survival, and maybe the phantom demon can be planted here.

"Painting the ground is a prison, it's up to you!" Thinking of this, Ye Fan's heart became tense, all the mental powers in his mind were concentrated, and he began to recall that drawing the ground was the first pattern on the prison.

The pattern contains the mystery of the formation, it is all-encompassing and evolves in thousands, which is very understandable, but Ye Fan relied on the spiritual power that is a hundred times different from ordinary people to get started. At this moment, the ability to set the shape of the figure is his last means of protection. .

"brush!"

A weird pattern suddenly took shape in front of Ye Fan. Compared to when he was in the Tongtian Pavilion, Ye Fan's speed has not increased much faster, and it was almost completed in an instant.

"This...this is the prison of painting, this child actually learned this technique!" The prison of painting is famous in the Tongtian Pavilion, and it is naturally more famous in the entire Lingxiao Hall. Mo Xue and other powerful people are also stumped by this. The techniques of countless geniuses, but he never thought that Ye Fan could actually practice it.

"What is this?" Just in the midst of the illusion and demon, the pattern condensed in front of Ye Fan has been blasted towards it, and the next moment he submerged in his body formed by the power of the magic way.

"boom...."

The moment the pattern entered the body, there was a muffled noise around the Phantom Demon's body, and his body that was floating up and down suddenly stopped, and the expression of surprise still remained on his face, and the whole person seemed to be frozen.

"Bloodthirsty!" At this moment, Ye Fan was able to use other power to draw the ground as a prison, stroke the blood in front of him with one hand, and instantly summoned the Demon Devouring Blood Beast.

Although the Phantom Demon is drawn to be fixed, the former is the sixth demon after all. Ye Fan is very afraid that this entry-level pattern will not hold him back. If he is broken free, Ye Fan will still be in crisis, so he can only summon the Demon Devouring Blood Beast. It is the most insurance.

The phantom's attack was very fast, and Ye Fan's defense was faster, and he was suddenly attacked. It was only a blink of an eye for outsiders to freeze and summon bloodthirsty.

After Mo Xue handed the surviving Sun Wu into the hands of the ecstatic Sun Zheng, he directly turned into a streamer and rushed towards the illusion. If Ye Fan had an accident today, it was his fault.

"Hall Master Mo Xue, no need, I can deal with this demon by myself, so you can help me watch the demon lord!" Ye Fan's faint voice came from the front end. At this moment, bloodthirsty had appeared in front of Ye Fan with a mouthful. Swallowed towards the phantom.

"Good!" Because of the previous incident, at this moment, Mo Xue had a lot of apologies to Ye Fan, and he immediately agreed.

"This monster beast is so strange that it can directly swallow the power of an illusion!"

As for the appearance of bloodthirsty, there was a whisper in the surroundings.

Raising monsters is not surprising in this High Heaven Palace. Some high-ranking disciples will do this, but monsters like Ye Fan that can directly devour power have never appeared.

Even in the huge Tianchian Mountains, it is difficult to find monsters with such strange abilities.

"Demon Devouring Blood Beast, don't stop talking!" Seeing the bloodthirsty madly devouring the phantom demon behind him, the demon in the air suddenly became angry and swooped towards Ye Fan, intending to subdue the bloodthirsty.

The Demon Devouring Blood Beast has always been a monster served by the Ashamed Blood Sect. It fell into the hands of Ye Fan by mistake. At this moment, it is gone forever. The Astral Sect Master has been angry several times for this. , One big reason why Ye Fan must be killed is also because of this beast.

"Devil, my High Heaven Palace, can't tolerate your devil's madness!" Seeing the devil's action, Mo Xue, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed towards him. At the same time, he was a little surprised. As expected.

"boom...."

At the moment when Mo Xue dragged the Demon Lord, the Phantom Demon finally made a muffled noise, and the pattern created by the painting on the ground dissipated, making the Phantom Demon free again.

"Ah... Ye Fan, you dare to kill this demon, this demon must not die!" When the magic demon woke up, most of her body had fallen into the bloodthirsty mouth and could only make a hysterical sound at this moment.

With the presence of Demon Venerable today, he would never have thought that he would be swallowed by bloodthirsty. He only sighed that everything happened too suddenly and that it was too weird to paint the ground.

"Gulong..." Amidst the Illusory Demon's constant abuse, he was eventually swallowed by bloodthirsty and died in Ye Fan's hands for the second time.

"Damn... Ye Fan, I'm ashamed of the Blood Sect. You wait for death to come!" Seeing that the magic demon has passed away, the demon no longer has the desire to fight again, and after a deterrent sentence, he immediately drifted away with the sky black clouds.

Although Demon Lord was strong and domineering, he did not dare to stay longer in this High Heaven Hall. He was very afraid that the previous frightening voice would appear again, and this voice became one of the only people that Demon Lord feared in his lifetime.

The magical demon died, the demon retreated, and the residence of the disciples of the Migratory Locust Palace was completely restored to calm. The sunset was west, and the sunset glow shot from the west, shining on the faces of many disciples, reflecting the sense of exhaustion in everyone's mind.

The magical demon came with Sun Wu, and the farce in exchange for Ye Fan's life was staged for almost a whole day. The situation was so changeable that everyone around them was tired even if they just watched it.

However, there was one person present on the contrary. His spirit was extremely excited at this moment, and he couldn't help laughing up to the sky and said, "Haha, the sky does not kill me. As the saying goes, a lucky person has its own natural state, and even magical demons kill. No way for me, hahaha!"

This person was naturally Sun Wu, who was abandoned by the illusion. After taking the healing pill given by Sun Zheng, he was full of energy and was still in the joy of being able to survive.

Sadly, he didn't know that the phantom was actually disdain to kill him, rather than afraid to kill him. After all, Sun Wu is just a poor tool.

"Sun Wu, even if the sky does not kill you, I will kill you!"

While Sun Wu was ecstatic, a cold voice suddenly appeared, which not only interrupted Sun Wu's words, but also erased Sun Wu's excitement and pride.