Zhang Fan once searched the Dharma Xiangzong collection, but there were only three methods of Dharma Xiangling Art.

Among them, the Golden Crow Fire Feather and Feng Yupiao Shaking style have been used many times, and they are indeed powerful. If it weren't for them, Zhang Fan would have probably never known where he died.

But he never used the last one of the three styles.

To be precise, since he learned this trick, he has never used it, nor has he thought about it.

——This is the name: Golden Crown and Fire.

In Zhang Fan's legend in his previous life, in addition to the sun's golden flame that is melting in everything, it is the most powerful rainbow-turning technique in the three realms.

The golden crow flaps its wings and turns into a rainbow, and it is so enviable.

The Golden Crow Funeral Style is like this, but it is still in its infancy.

Such tricks are excellent whether they are used to escape or track, even if they are rushing to travel. Unfortunately, Zhang Fan dare not use them.

After all, human body is not the body of a monster, and its strength is different from heaven. Furthermore, the cultivation level is not enough. With Zhang Fan’s current cultivation level, let alone the use of the Rainbow Transformation Technique, even the golden crow melts fire, there is a danger of physical collapse. How dare he try this?

So, after roughly learning, Zhang Fan did not think about using it, but listed it as the last trump card, and could only be used when there was death or life.

At this moment, he had to take a risk.

...

Zhang Fan suddenly looked up at the sky, and in a blink of an eye, the golden crow spread across the sky, and the Dharma image that covered the sky and the sun was condensed.

The huge wings slowly extended out from behind and hugged him. Then, like a huge black torch, bursting out a heat wave that soared into the sky.

Like a dream bubble, the flames flashed and disappeared, and Zhang Fan also disappeared.

Just as he disappeared, the residual soul of the demon suddenly appeared at his original position. Looking up, he was at a loss, then roared angrily, but soon, his body blurred, twisted and turned into a black light, and threw it back into the dark demon banner.

Xiruo's face turned a little white, and there was a hint of bright red on the corners of her mouth. As Zhang Fan said, her old injuries had not healed, and she was indeed a bit reluctant. What she didn't expect was that Zhang Fan, who was not astonishingly beautiful, actually gave her "surprise" again and again. The one-hit attack of the ten-layer power of the Dark Demon Banner could not kill him!

Slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiruo frowned slightly and looked around, but could not feel a trace of Zhang Fan's breath.

Suddenly, she looked at a hill a hundred feet away, and in a moment, black flames rose up, Zhang Fan's figure blurred in the flames for a while, and then became clear.

After a long time, he stepped forward and all the flames were extinguished, leaving only Zhang Fan, standing on a high place, with a little sadness in his eyes.

He sighed lightly, and he said to himself as if no one was around: "In the world, every word and action is plagued by cause and effect. He traps people and kills people with the power of cause and effect. The demons outside the domain are indeed well-known!"

The wind gradually became stronger and he tried hard to motivate his robe. For a moment, he seemed extraordinary and ecstatic.

After a while, Zhang Fan seemed to escape from a certain artistic conception, looked down at the other party and said, "I thank Miss Xiruo this time. If I had not received the help of the lady, I wonder when Zhang would have some understanding."

"The Dark Demon Banner is indeed worthy of being the ultimate treasure of the illusion and demonic path!"

Xiruo was stunned when he heard this, looked him up and down carefully, then smiled charmingly, took back the Dark Demon Banner, reached out to pluck the random hair on his forehead, and said, "Isn't it impossible for Senior Brother Zhang!"

As he said that, a sudden pause came out, and a bright redness rose unnaturally on his face. After slowing down, he continued: "If you have the chance, I will be close to my senior brother in the future."

As he spoke, it was like a spider sprouting silk, and white yarns kept flying out of his waist, shooting into the dense forest in the distance, not knowing where to entangle.

Then he gently tapped under his feet, as if he was pulled up by a huge force, and flew along the yarn belt like a fairy in the clouds, and disappeared into the distance.

Before leaving, she did not forget to look back and said with a giggle:

“We will see you again.”

Zhang Fan put his hands behind his back and watched her go away quietly. During the whole process, he did not move at all, and only blew away his black hair by the strong wind.

After a while, Zhang Fan, who had been in a deep state of masters and was silent, suddenly listened with anxiety for a while, and then let go.

With such a slight movement, it seemed as if the person who was on the abyss was pushed hard, and suddenly there was a huge change.

First, the whole person suddenly became hunched over, and could no longer maintain the demeanor of a master. At the same time, the sounds of "crackling" like fried beans kept coming from his joints.

The joints of his body seemed to be breaking inch by inch, and he kept moaning, and the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made him twitch continuously.

Then, wrinkles began to appear on the skin of the body, and then it was quickly flattened, just like many people holding each other for a while, pulling it hard, countless irregular cracks appeared, and blood first bleeded out, then flowed, and finally it was like a fountain. After a few breaths, it became a bloody person.

"It's really too forced, but it's good to pretend." After slacking off evenly, Zhang Fan smiled bitterly and spat out another mouthful of blood, forcing his hand to swing, and a large piece of red gold thread flew out, wrapping him like a rice dumpling.

The blood that kept gushing out suddenly was covered with golden threads and piled up under his feet, so as not to leak bit by bit, in case anyone was tracked down.

He didn't dare to stay anymore, and while he was still awake, he hurriedly ordered the Feiyun Boat to fly away in the distance.

Along the way, I don’t know how many trees I broke, but I kept moving towards the deep forest, where there were few people, until I could no longer hold on and was gradually dazed, he suddenly turned around and fell down, using the Feiyun Boat as the leader, breaking through the soil, and creating a deep cave.

He fell head-on into the cave, the golden thread broke, a large amount of blood poured out, and a thin layer was laid on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood.

Almost used squeeze, the last trace of spiritual power in the body was squeezed out by Zhang Fan, and he used this to activate a low-level earth movement talisman.

With a rumbling sound, a mud wall slowly rose, sealing the already small hole, and the cave suddenly became dark.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan finally relaxed and lay on his back on the ground in a large shape. Although his whole body was thrusting and thrusting as he breathed again and again, his mood was extremely happy.

"I finally got to fight, Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball, Vermilion Bird Ring Talisman, hahaha~~~" A low laughter echoed endlessly in the low cave.

Zhang Fan was exhausted and slowly fell asleep. In the dark and quiet cave, only his heartbeat was constantly making "bang bang bang" sounds, and everything returned to silence.
Chapter completed!