"Ah!??? Ling Fan, don't be proud. If it weren't for that strange staff, you would definitely die today! Today I am not dead in your hands, but in the hands of that staff." In the faint white flame, a three-foot-sized vain little man twisted his face and struggled constantly in the sea of ​​fire.

If you observe carefully, you will find that this three-foot villain is exactly the same as Yan Mo.

The three-foot villain is Yan Mo's soul. When the monk practices at the realm of the Spirit Immortal, he can revive himself and cultivate his soul in his body. The biggest difference between the Spirit Immortal and the monks under the Spirit Immortal is the soul. When the spiritual Immortal realm is the soul. As long as the soul is not destroyed, even if the body is destroyed, there is still a chance of resurrection.

If you want to completely erase a spiritual immortal, you will definitely destroy his soul!

The moment Ling Fan's Ice Sky Thunder and Nirvana Flame attacked Yan Mo's body, Yan Mo knew that his body could no longer be saved, so he escaped from his soul without any hesitation.

However, how could Ling Fan let Yan Mo go like this? The moment Yan Mo escaped from the soul, he immediately realized that due to the golden light of the witch stick, Yan Mo's soul did not escape to the distance at the first time. The best time had been missed, and Yan Mo's soul was burned by the Death Flame almost at the same time.

Therefore, Yan Mo was trying to escape, but he had no chance.

"Ah???!" Yan Mo's soul was constantly burning by the flame of Nirvana, his illusory face changed constantly, terrifying and distorted, and his body was getting bigger and smaller, with no rules at all.

"I'm not willing, I'm not willing!" Yan Mo's soul roared unwillingly. As the opponent was about to be destroyed, the sudden weapon turned the situation around. No one would have been willing to do this. Originally, the attribute spirit refined by Ling Fan was about to become him, but unexpectedly, his good dream was destroyed because of the sudden killing staff. The more Yan Mo thought about it, the more he was unwilling to accept it. The roaring voice and hatred were surging, and the hatred in his heart seemed to be vented in the howling pain.

"Ling Fan???I am not dead in your hands. Remember, I am not dead in your hands!" Perhaps because I knew that I had no hope of survival, when my soul was about to dissipate, Yan Momu gathered all the hatred in his heart into a sentence and shouted out.

"You are nothing without a witch stick!"

"Ah!???" As soon as he finished roaring, Yan Mo's soul was completely burned into nothingness by the Death Flame.

"It's finally solved." Seeing that Yan Mo was finally completely wiped out, Ling Fan couldn't help but breathe heavily.

This battle was really dangerous for Ling Fan. He underestimated the power of the four-star spirit immortal and almost fell into Yan Mo's hands. This battle was definitely not easy for Ling Fan, so after seeing Yan Mo finally disappeared, Ling Fan's body couldn't help but feel a sense of ease like a loss of strength.

The crisis was resolved, Yama disappeared, and the witch wand also changed back to its original form at the same time. The golden light that filled the surroundings dozens of feet also turned into nothingness in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

The void became bright again, and everything returned to peace, but at this moment there was one person missing, a person who was crucial to the Mingyan Sect and the Ancient Ling Sect. Without this person, the Mingyan Sect and the Ancient Ling Sect could no longer be calm.

"Lord Yanmo is gone! Lord Yanmo is gone!" Several masters who were originally fighting with Wu Mengjiao have actually been paying attention to the battle circle between Ling Fan and Yanmo, because the battle between these two is the key battle.

"What's going on? Lord Yanmo has disappeared? Could it be that Lord Yanmo has died at the hands of the Six-Star Spirit Emperor!" Since Ling Fan and Yanmo's battle circle were shrouded by the golden light of the witch's staff, the people on the outside did not see the situation clearly, but at this time they saw with their own eyes that only Ling Fan was left in the field.

Although it is difficult for them to believe that Yan Mo, a four-star spirit immortal, would die at the hands of the little six-star spirit emperor, they had to think of the worst result.

How much they hope that Yan Mo was just joking with them, how much they hope that Yan Mo would suddenly appear in their sight, but as time passed, they were disappointed, and Yan Mo still did not show up!

Their confidence also fell to the bottom. Yanmo is the dragon head, and they are the dragon tail. Without the dragon head, how could the dragon tail still feel like continuing to fight? They knew that without Yanmo, what would be the ending that would be waiting for them. The more they thought so, the less they would want to continue fighting. At this time, they had already developed the desire to retreat. As for those monks who were still fighting with the witch clan, it had nothing to do with them. The husband and wife were birds in the same forest, and they flew on their own when the disaster came, let alone monks who were already indifferent?

Therefore, the five monks who fought with Wu Zhan and Wu Mengjiao had already developed the intention of retreating, and became weaker and weaker, and gradually fell into a disadvantage. However, they did not care about this. What they were thinking about at this time was how to escape from this place.

"Thank you, the witch stick!" Ling Fan said softly, stroking the witch stick in his hand, this was a sincere thank you, because he knew that if there was no witch stick this time, he would be dead and lifeless.

"Haha??? Lord Witch God, you are so powerful. You are indeed worthy of being the messenger of Witch God. You have actually wiped out Yama." Seeing that Yanmo was dead, Wu Zhan in the distance was also excited, and his nerves were excited, which directly stimulated his combat power and became fierce.

Ling Fan shook his head lightly, but he didn't mean much excitement.

"Without the witch stick, you are nothing! Without the witch stick, you are nothing!???" The last sentence before Yan Mo died was like a nightmare wandering in his heart for a long time, and it could not be removed. Although he was grateful to the witch stick for saving his life, he was not happy at all. After all, he was able to erase Yan Mo this time, but it was not his real ability to use external forces!

"The strength is still not enough!" Ling Fan sighed in his heart.

"Mr. Witch God, are you okay?" Just as Ling Fan sighed in his heart, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from his ears.

"Senior Two Witches?" Ling Fan looked in the sound and saw Wu Xuan slowly walking towards him. "Senior Two Witches, where is Guya?" Ling Fan asked.

"Just one-star spiritual immortal, I will naturally solve it." Wu Xuan waved his hand indifferently.

"Senior Two Witches are so powerful that they wiped Guya so quickly." Ling Fan sighed. He had suspected Guya could not do anything, but unexpectedly, Wu Xuan showed no mercy when he started.

"Haha, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot catch up with Lord Witch God. Even Yan Mo is no match for Lord Witch God. Lord Witch God is indeed worthy of being the messenger of Lord Witch God." Wu Xuan praised with his hands clasped his fists.

"Where??" When Ling Fan was about to return the favor, the situation suddenly changed.
Chapter completed!