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How is this possible?

Since it could shatter the void and also shatter his ice shield, this brat's strength definitely lay within his Deity Stage.

With the cultivation of the Ichthyosaur Stage Realm, to actually be able to unleash the power of Deity Stage, was simply unheard-of!

Snow Flame Ghost King immediately took action, spitting out white flames.

Wherever the flames passed by, space itself froze into ice. As a result, the ice shield that was on the verge of shattering became even thicker.

The Spirit King placed one hand on the Profound Ice Shield and said furiously, "Ichthyosaur Stage is trash, it is impossible to kill a Deity Stage expert."

The difference between the two is a huge mountain!

Ye Fan laughed coldly, raised all six of his arms and fiercely pushed them towards the ice shield.

"thunderbolt wing!"

Wings that were dozens of feet large appeared in a flash and started to flap crazily.

An enormous ice shield was slowly pushing Snow Flame Ghost King back.

"Is your Transform Saint Stage very strong? Could it be that his Transform Saint Stage could not be killed? Do you think that you can stand at the peak of heaven and earth? "

"Even if it's the peak, I will blast you down! Even if it is a huge mountain, I, Ye Fan, will flatten it! "

"I will cut down Ichthyosaur Stage and turn it into a god. Today, I will show it to you!"

Ye Fan roared, and then fiercely smashed his three heads against it.

Crack ~ Crack ~ The ice shield finally collapsed.

The two of them retreated a hundred meters away at the same time!

Ye Fan's face was filled with disdain, but his head was spinning.

On the other hand, Snow Flame Ghost King's face was filled with astonishment. He never would have thought that a little fish dragon brat could emit such an astonishing energy.

To even use his head to hit it, wasn't this guy a bit too iron?

Ye Fan curled his lips, and said haughtily: "Didn't you like playing with fire? "Then I'll play it out with you!"

With a shake, he transformed into a hundred meter long golden crow and soared into the sky.

This golden crow's magical light had illuminated the surrounding hundreds of meters!

"Three-legged Golden Crow, one of the primordial truesouls. He ?" Even Snow Flame Ghost King didn't know what to say.

If he were to cultivate like this, wouldn't he just let others live?

The Gold Crow spread its enormous wings, madly flapped them twice, and then madly pounced down with three-colored flames.

It was as if someone was sprinkling boiling oil in the sky and igniting a raging inferno.

These were true three-colored flames, containing the three types of flame power that Ye Fan had nurtured for a long time.

Snow Flame Ghost King's face was filled with shock as he spat out a snow-white fire core.

Soon after, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood on the fire core. Then, he started to form a seal.

"Snow Flame Burning Heaven, go!"0

The Flame Pill exploded and a white flame shot up into the sky.

Among them, tens of thousands of ice spikes condensed in the air and pierced forward.

As the two flames collided, it was as if water and fire were incompatible.

The sky was actually split into two parts. One part was filled with surging three-colored flames, while the other side was filled with ice and snow.

Such a phenomenon had already alarmed everyone.

"Damn, are these two going to burn the sky?" Flame Dragon Emperor said depressingly, this commotion was bigger than theirs!

Ghost Boy was also shocked, he immediately regained his senses and roared: "You better take care of yourself!"

little white-dragon's face changed greatly, thinking that it was lucky that it did not go for Ye Fan, or else he would really be a roasted white dragon.

Other than the Green-robed Man, everyone was shocked.

Green-robed Man was a middle stage of Transform Saint expert, and even carried the life-force, so naturally, he would not put it in his eyes.

However, if he was not injured by Ye Fan and he did not have much strength left, how could he possibly be entangled by this fatty?

With a flick of his sleeve, countless Wisteria shot out.

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