The murderous intent in his heart became even stronger, causing cracks to appear in the surrounding space. A huge rock in the distance was directly shattered under the aura of killing, and the residue sputtered in all directions.

"Buzz!"

A stone mirror rushed up above his head, and his divine power was greatly shocked, and a divine sword condensed and slashed forward.

A loud bang came, and the light curtain in front of him shook slightly, and then it quickly returned to normal. However, Jiang Xiaofan himself was directly bounced away by a recoil force, and the Immortal War Body was numb.

"who?!"

Such violent fluctuations naturally alarmed everyone in Yinchuan Valley at the first time.

A general of the demon clan appeared and stared at him from afar. Then the next moment, the demon general of the early stage of Xuanxian was shocked, and he stretched out his hands incredibly, rubbing his eyes hard, as if he was dreaming.

After several breaths, the general of the demon clan finally accepted the scene in front of him.

"Young Master! Are you... really you?"

The mysterious immortal of the demon clan said in a trembling voice.

Jiang Xiaofan frowned and looked directly at the six-color light curtain blocking the front. Although he had guessed most of the time in his heart, he still spoke: "What happened? Where is the demon robe, what are they doing?"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Just as he finished saying this, dozens of figures appeared at the same time in the Yinchuan Valley behind the light curtain.

"Young Master."

The one who appeared in front was a white demon king, who was the demon garment.

"Boy, you've disappeared long enough."
Chapter completed!