Jiang Fan looked at everyone and nodded, "Xiaofu, stupid, Monkey Brother, Zidi, Nezha, Yang Jian, you just follow me, everyone else is waiting in the mansion. txt e-book download**"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in one go.

Jiang Fan and others immediately left the city and went to the northern suburbs. There was indeed a black temple there. The whole temple was shaped like the head of a monster, the mouth was big, and the eyes had windows.

"Master, I smelled the evil wind and evil charm. There were only two of them in the temple!" said Najia Tu Corpse.

"Well, I have already sensed it. They are standing next to a statue in the temple, waiting for us to come!" Jiang Fan nodded.

"Brother Fan, it seems that they have prepared for a long time!" Huang Fu frowned.

"Well, we are also prepared. As long as we defeat the Phantom clone, we will defeat the entire demon world!" Jiang Fan nodded.

Everyone arrived at the entrance of the temple, and Najia Tu Zi said hurriedly: "Master, come and smash this big one!" Najia Tu Zi was carrying a five-pointed soul-devouring gun and was about to step forward to smash it.

"Haha, let's just smash this with Lao Sun!" Sun Wukong rushed up with the golden hoop and swung the golden hoop and smashed it hard.

With a loud bang, Mén was smashed into pieces. Sun Wukong rushed into the temple with a golden hoop, and the others rushed in.

"Haha, Jiang Fan, you are indeed here! We have been waiting for you for a long time!" Xie Feng laughed, and he and Xie Mei stood in front of a statue.

Jiang Fan looked at Xie Feng and Xie Mei and smiled and said, "Xie Feng, it seems that you have prepared for it! Others are afraid of the phantom clone of your Divine Wing Clan, but I am not afraid at all! I am here to meet the phantom clone!"

"Jiang Fan, you are too arrogant! Just because you want to compete with my God-winged Clan Phantom Clan!" Xie Feng sneered.

"Master, let the little one go up and explode them!" Najia's earth corpse rushed up with the five-pointed soul-devouring gun.

"Silly, I, Old Sun, go with you!" Sun Wukong rushed up with a golden hoop.

Xie Feng snorted coldly: "Hmph, you two want to show off!" Xie Feng held the Jiuyin Evil Fire Soul-Snatching Spear and met the Najia earth corpse, and Xie Mei held the mountain-breaking axe in his hand to meet Sun Wukong.

Only a loud bang! Bang! Two loud bangs, Sun Wukong and Najia earth corpse were bounced back, and Xie Feng and Xie Mei also bounced back. After being injured, they were still comparable to Najia earth corpse, and Sun Wukong was equal.

Sun Wukong and Najia Tuci looked at each other, nodded together and said, "Let's go up and beat them up again!" Najia Tuci said.

Sun Wukong nodded and said, "Well, they'll vomit blood until they beat them!"

The two rushed up again immediately, Xie Feng and Xie Mei looked at each other, "Brother, we are all injured, don't go crazy with them, please give out the master's phantom clone to deal with them!" Xie Mei said.

Xie Feng nodded and said, "Okay!" He immediately faced the statue and recited the spell silently. He saw white light shining, and with a whoosh, an image of a person flew out of the statue.

The man looked about forties, wearing blue clothes, tall, and white wings on his back. Xie Feng immediately saluted to the image and said, "Master, the descendants of the Qinglong clan are here!"

The image looked like a torch, looking at the Sun Wukong and Najia earth corpses rushing up, and waved their hands casually, and a light flew towards them. Sun Wukong and Najia earth corpses immediately smashed towards the light, and with a bang, Sun Wukong and Najia earth corpses were beaten to fly out.

The two of them turned over and got up, "Damn, this old macaque is so amazing!" Najia's earth corpse exclaimed.

"Hmph, I, Sun, don't accept it, I have to try it!" Sun Wukong swung the golden hoop and was about to go up.

Jiang Fan pulled Sun Wukong's arm and said, "Brother Monkey, let me deal with him!"

Jiang Fan walked forward, looked at the image and said, "Are you the phantom clone of the Divine Wing Clan?"

The image said, "Yes, you are the descendant of the Dragon Clan, I am going to destroy you!"

Jiang Fan sneered: "Yes, then I want to see how you destroy me!"

The image formed seals with both hands, changed the seals, and then shouted loudly: "Full the fire!" A white light rose, and the white light ball flew straight to Jiang Fan, the air whistled, and the floor tiles on the ground were cracked.

Jiang Fan did not dare to neglect, so he shouted: "The first time the Qinglong changes, it will turn into a dragon and fly to the sky!" With a sound of dragon, a green hurricane rose on the ground, followed by the green hurricane facing the white light ball.

Only a loud bang was heard, like a bomb exploded, striking the roof of the temple, and the roof of the temple was lifted up! Huang Fu, Najia earth corpse, Sun Wukong, Nezha, Yang Jian and others were forced to withdraw dozens of meters away.

Jiang Fan was bounced out dozens of meters away. He felt pain in his mouth and almost vomited blood! Damn, such an image is so powerful! If this were a real person, he would have been seriously injured long ago.

"Okay, Jiang Fan, you always know that the Phantom Clan is powerful now!" said the evil charming smile.

Jiang Fan's face turned blue, "Hmph, it's no big deal, I'm not hurt either!" Jiang Fan snorted coldly.

The image was also very shocked. He thought this move would make Jiang Fan injured and escape, but he didn't expect that Jiang Fan was not injured at all. "I really underestimated you boy. You have become Qinglong Jiu so young! Then take my move to the gods and demons and soul-devouring!"

The image changed its trajectory with both hands. After he drew a few strange arcs, his hands turned out, "Soul-eating God and Demon!" The white light turned into nine white skulls, howled and pounced on Jiang Fan, and the air was filled with weirdness.

A strange thing happened. When nine white skeletons approached Jiang Fan's side, Jiang Fan suddenly found that the space around him seemed to be solidified and he could not move!

Damn! This move can actually confine space! Jiang Fan was shocked and quickly called out his formless divine fire clone, holding the Demon-killing Sword in his hand, using the Dragon Mén to break armor to meet the nine skulls.

The orange whirlwind collided with nine skulls. With a bang, the nine skulls shattered, and Jiang Fan's formless and immortal divine fire clone also became fragments. Soon the formless and immortal divine fire clone was restored. He was the formless and immortal divine fire clone, and could transform at will like flowing water.

"The Sword of the God!" The image exclaimed when he saw the Demon-killing Sword in Jiang Fan's hand.

"What is the God-killing Sword? This is the Demon-killing Sword!" Jiang Fan sneered.

"Boy, where did your sword come from?" the image said in surprise.

"You want to know, right? I won't tell you!" Jiang Fan smiled, and he was secretly surprised. Why is the Demon-killing Sword in his hand called the God-killing Sword? Could this sword be called the God-killing Sword in the God-killing Sword?

"Hmph, boy, as long as you use the God-killing Sword, I will save you from dying!" the image said coldly.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but smile and said, "You are such a big tone. I am an immortal body. You can't kill me! I want to destroy your phantom clone!"

"Haha, you are even more angry and want to destroy my husband's phantom clone. You can dream! God and demon soul-devouring!" The image laughed wildly.

A white light rose, and the white light turned into nine white skulls, making a strange scream, and whistling towards Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan had already been prepared, and his clone took out the decisive universe, and the original deity took out the Qiankun treasure box, and the clone pressed the button, and a light shone out. Where the white light shone, all space was imprisoned.

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