Although Feng Buzheng came at full speed, he was still a step too late.

As the distraction was destroyed, his original soul lost part of his memory in an instant.

Although this part of his memory can be restored slowly, his lost soul power and cultivation will take a long time to make up for.

He was very angry, he had never hated someone as much as he does now!

Tang Fan first killed his clone that could take on his own role, and now he destroyed his newly separated distraction. It was like breaking ground on Tai Sui's head!

Compared with Tang Fan's cultivation level, he is in the sky and on the earth.

But just such a little person, whom he never cared about, actually caused such serious harm to him!

In addition, due to Tang Fan's restraint and the existence of Xiaolei and Jinguang Sect, the headmaster Ouyang Hong had the opportunity to take action.

More than half of the people who participated in the rebellion at the scene have been lost, and the remaining ones are more or less injured.

If he couldn't eliminate Ouyang Hong immediately, the situation would be really dangerous.

All this is Tang Fan's fault!

Tang Fan now has very little cultivation left and his face is pale. Although he can still fight, he can no longer use his ability to control the wind and rain.

In his current state, he probably wouldn't be able to take even one of Feng Buzheng's moves.

But he still stood there, staring coldly at Feng Buzheng, without even taking a step back.

Just when everyone thought that Feng Buzong would take action against Tang Fan, unexpectedly, he turned around and looked in Ouyang Hong's direction, raising his hand and pointing.

"All things...are destroyed!"

Everyone has seen this magical power before, but now it is displayed by me, and its power is several times more powerful.

The sky was once again covered in black, and a wide and long river of death appeared!

As soon as it appeared, the pressure it generated was immediately stronger than Tang Fan's command of wind and rain.

There is an aura of death all around, and everything is alive and withering rapidly.

Until, this valley seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Tang Fan witnessed the strength of a truly strong man with his own eyes, which made him deeply realize his own shortcomings.

As soon as his consciousness moved, the flying boat flew from a distance and appeared at his feet.

Feng Chunyan and Li Xianer came up behind Tang Fan involuntarily. Although this level of battle was no longer something they could participate in, they still wanted to show their attitude!

"Today, you will all die!"

Feng Buzheng let out a roar, and the river of death in the sky roared, and the wronged soul inside also roared.

"You're dreaming!"

Ouyang Hong flew up, waving his hands, and with a strong blood energy behind him, he launched a counterattack against Feng BuZheng.

"The sea of ​​blood is confusing!"

As soon as Ouyang Hong's voice came out, the non-rebellious Blood Saint Sect disciples around him sat down one after another. They made a secret gesture and gave their blood energy to Ouyang Hong without any reservation.

With the support of everyone, Ouyang Hong transformed into a bloody sea of ​​clouds above his head.

The sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and the turbulent waves within it were like ferocious beasts, roaring towards the river of death.

Boom boom boom...

Everything seems to be about to be destroyed.

"Ouyang Hong, your skills haven't improved at all over the years!"

Feng Buzheng sneered, and with a thought, the river of death became more ferocious, and the power of the wronged souls in it was obviously stronger than Ouyang Hong's spell.

"Tang Fan, give me a helping hand, divine fire...destroy souls!"

Ouyang Hong yelled at Tang Fan.

Tang Fan understood immediately, and without hesitation, he activated the Nine Phoenix Divine Fire and the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jin, it's your turn to show off your skills!"

Under normal circumstances, Tang Fan would not easily summon divine fire during a fight.

But the situation was different now. After Ouyang Hong reminded him, he knew that the divine fire could restrain the innocent souls in the river of death, so he no longer kept it.

laugh!

Two divine fires, trailing long tail flames, exploded instantly, blending with the sea of ​​blood and rushing towards the innocent souls in the river of death.

Those wronged souls felt the terror of the divine fire, screamed miserably, and were directly wiped away...

But instead of being worried, Feng Buzheng actually smiled.

He no longer paid attention to the battle between River of Death and Ouyang Hong, but turned back to look at Tang Fan.

"Are you finally willing to summon the divine fire? Now, what other trump cards do you have?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Fan's heart skipped a beat and he immediately understood something.

It turns out that what Feng Buzheng did before was not to kill Ouyang Hong...

He just wanted to hold Ouyang Hong and others down, forcing Tang Fan to summon the divine fire, and make him lose his trump card.

"So, you are afraid of divine fire!"

Tang Fan narrowed his eyes and sneered: "If you are not Feng Buzheng, who are you? The so-called person in the spirit world?"

"you know too much……"

A cold light flashed in Feng Buzheng's eyes, and he waved his hand towards Tang Fan.

A black handprint appeared in the void. As soon as it appeared, it sealed off Tang Fan's surroundings. Even Li Xianer and Feng Chunyan were not spared.

"Tang Fan, it's time to end this. You've wasted too much of my time!"

Tang Fan raised his head, looked at the gloomy palm print, and said with disdain: "Do you think I really have no trump card?"

"Um?"

Feng Buzheng saw something unusual in Tang Fan's eyes and couldn't help but become nervous.

"Split soul, let me see your strongest combat power!"

Tang Fan's eyebrows flashed, and the spirit split flew out with an eagle-winged ax in hand.

Later, the divided soul turned into a wisp of ghostly light and penetrated into the eagle-wing axe, becoming the weapon spirit.

The eagle-winged ax trembled as it struck the black handprint in the air!

boom!

"How could you have..."

Feng BuZheng stared at the eagle-winged ax in disbelief...

boom……

Click!

The black handprint had cracks and was divided into two.

The pressure disappeared, and Tang Fan withstood the opponent's fatal blow again.

However, he sat down on the flying boat. His cultivation was completely exhausted and he could no longer control the split soul.

"Tang Fan!"

Feng Chunyan and Li Xianer anxiously held him steady to prevent him from falling off the flying boat.

The split soul flew out of the eagle-winged axe, holding the eagle-winged ax in one hand, and his expression gradually became hesitant.

"broken!"

Tang Fan raised his head, saw the appearance of the separated soul, and cursed in his heart.

It turned out that due to the withering of his cultivation, the spiritual consciousness of Bai Yu retained by the split soul was trying to get rid of his control.

"I didn't expect that you would practice ghost cultivation alone. This is really an unexpected discovery!"

Feng BuZheng looked at the split soul and the eagle-winged axe, his eyes gradually becoming greedy.

"Unfortunately, it seems that your control of this soul is not complete yet..."

Just when Tang Fan was about to swallow the elixir to replenish his cultivation and strengthen his control over the split soul, a whistling sound suddenly came to his ears.

Several rainbows flew from the distance and finally stopped in the center of the battlefield.

The Sixth Patriarch of the Blood Saint Sect is all in place.

Behind them were the Blood Shadow Guards who were chasing after them quickly.

The two ancestors and the Blood Shadow Guards who did not choose to rebel were still unable to stop the three ancestors.

"It's time to end this!"

Feng Buzheng's anxious heart was finally relieved. No matter how he looked at the current situation, he was sure to win!
To be continued...