Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 87 Luck Sublimation
The coffin fell from mid-air, just hitting Jiang Gan's hiding place.

Although he didn't know the origin of the coffin, Jiang Gan also knew that it was a rare treasure in the world.

At this moment, the light of the coffin was dimmed. Obviously, it had been severely injured in the battle just now, and its power was greatly reduced, so that it fell from mid-air.

Jiang Gan has no moral obsession, and has no idea of ​​a peak confrontation with the man in the coffin.

This is a chance from heaven, if God does not take it, you will be blamed instead!
Without the slightest hesitation, he directly activated the Qianyuan palace lantern, and a ray of black and yellow flame flew out, rising against the wind, enveloping the entire coffin, and burning it blazingly.

The coffin seemed to be aware of it, it shook violently, and streams of nirvana flames escaped, blocking the refining of the black and yellow lamp flames.

After Nirvana Liyan Qi appeared, the fire imprint kept beating, if Jiang Gan didn't try his best to suppress it, it would almost jump out of his body.

"This is the strange light I saw when I entered the Jiuchong Tiantai. It is a treasure that can transform the supernatural power of Xinhuo."

Seeing the moment of Nirvana Liyan, Jiang Gan's eyes flashed brightly, and he was quite pleasantly surprised.

For Jiang Gan, the Qianyuan Palace Lantern is his foundation, and the fire magic power is a shortcut to reach the sky.

The stronger the supernatural power of Xinhuo, the higher the efficiency of refining the mysterious energy, the faster the speed of transforming the mysterious power, the more profound the foundation, and the easier the practice.

As Jiang Gan let go of the suppressing fire imprint, it vibrated wildly, like a black hole, swallowing Nirvana Liyan continuously.

An unstoppable momentum rose from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, and the nirvana flames surrounding the coffin seemed to be drawn into the ancestral aperture between Jiang Gan's eyebrows.

The flames of Nirvana, which could have resisted the burning of the Qianyuan palace lantern, flowed towards the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows like flowing water, and was refined by the imprint of the fire in the blink of an eye.

Wisps of energy exuding colorful light gushed out from the fire imprint and merged into Jiang Gan's body.

After absorbing this essence, Jiang Gan's body had an inexplicable change, as if it had a crystal texture.

It seems to be an exquisite object that has been remade, with all defects and imperfections removed, round and harmonious.

The qi, blood and divine power in the body seemed to have a layer of blush, burning faintly, like colored glaze, like a flame...

This layer of blush is like a catalyst. The qi, blood, divine power and mana that were only initially fused have begun to fuse at a deeper level.

A ray of pure and pure, supreme and precious colorful air flow was born, with a faintly mysterious dao rhyme flowing.

With a movement of his mind, the seven-colored air flow submerged into the imprint of the fire, and a sense of fullness entered Jiang Gan's soul.

Obviously, the essence of this seven-colored airflow is extremely high, it seems to transcend the limits of the mortal world, and it is not inferior to the power of immortals and gods.

The imprint of the torch trembled, the mysterious and yellow divine light circulated, and a terrifying suction force permeated the air.

The flames of Nirvana surrounding the coffin, like thousands of streams returning to the sea, are continuously integrated into the imprint of the fire, and are refined into strands of colorful essence.

As the seven-color essence qi merged into the body, wisps of seven-color air flow were born, constantly tempering Jiang Gan's body and soul.

A gentle breath flows, making people feel comfortable and clear.

There are also wisps of colorful divine light flowing, and the whole looks like colorful crystals, exuding a terrifying aura of sacred majesty.

In a blink of an eye, the Nirvana Liyan Qi was swallowed up, and more than 300 strands of colorful air flow were born!
"What I practice is "Qianyuan Tianjing", this seven-color air current is called Qianyuan Xianqi!"

Jiang Gan looked at the colorful airflow circulating in his body, and muttered to himself.

After devouring Nirvana Liyan Qi, the fire imprint was not satisfied. Instead, it increased the suction and began to devour the original essence of the phoenix tree.

At this moment, King Zhou Li couldn't bear it any longer, forcibly suppressed his own injuries, stretched out his palm, swept the universe, and rolled towards Jiang Gan.

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Jiang Gan chuckled, and a ray of Qianyuan immortal energy poured into the Qianyuan palace lantern, and the mysterious yellow flame radiated brightly.

A flame exuding an inextinguishable Dao rhyme passed through the void, directly burning the void into a terrifying crack.

Even Void couldn't bear the terrifying high temperature. Void and the inspiration were burned into nothingness by the ultra-high temperature.

King Zhou Li's arm did not escape the fate of being burned into nothingness, and the terrifying flames spread along his arm towards his body.

"what!"

A painful wail came, and a mutilated arm flew out of the coffin, and was burned to ashes in a blink of an eye.

As if sensing Jiang Gan's difficulty, the coffin shook wildly, and the void shattered, trying to escape into the void.

Jiang Gan had long regarded the coffin as his own, so he was naturally unwilling to let it escape!

With a movement of the divine mind, three wisps of Qianyuan immortal energy melted into the Qianyuan palace lantern one after another, and an invisible force permeated the air. The void within a radius of several miles was instantly imprisoned, and the void was more than a hundred times stronger.

"Boy, do you want to fight to the death with Gu!"

A sinister and domineering voice came from the coffin, and the murderous aura shook the void.

"Yes, you die, I live!"

Jiang Gan said in a deep voice, his tone full of confidence.

Before the words fell, the Qianyuan Palace Lantern suddenly burst into immeasurable divine light, interweaving into a net of heaven and earth, tightly wrapping the coffin.

The coffin shook, and a phantom of a phoenix divine bird emerged from the coffin, a vermilion flame that seemed to contain traces of innate dao rhyme was burning faintly, it was the Phoenix Burning Heaven Flame.

As soon as this flame came into contact with the divine light from the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, it immediately turned into a monstrous fire wave and swept towards Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan's expression froze, and wisps of Qianyuan immortal energy poured into the Qianyuan palace lantern, and the immortal power of fire was also blessed on it.

The Xuanhuang Lantern Flame began to slowly devour Phoenix Fen Tianyan, and Phoenix Fen Tianyan was also constantly refining the Xuanhuang Lantern Flame, and the two sides entered a tug-of-war state.

"It is impossible for a flame to block Phoenix Burning Heaven Flame!"

An unbelievable voice came from the coffin, and there was a trace of panic in the voice.

According to the rumors, only the divine beast Phoenix can master the Phoenix Burning Flame. It is born to restrain all kinds of flames, and only the Sun Golden Flame can match it.

Backed by a large amount of Qianyuan immortal energy, Xuanhuang Dengyan gradually began to gain the upper hand.

After consuming hundreds of wisps of Qianyuan Immortal Qi, Phoenix Fentianyan was gradually devoured and refined by the Xuanhuang Lantern Flame.

The Immortal Fire is the first to complete the transformation, and the imprint of the fire turns into a vivid colorful phoenix, which is imprinted on Jiang Gan's eyebrows. The soul and the body are perfectly matched, and the soul and the body are one.

"I can not be reconciled!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the coffin was burned to ashes together with King Zhou Li.

At this moment, a huge purple brilliance of luck poured into Jiang Gan's body.

Dried ginger, which was originally pure gold with a light cyan luck, has been completely transformed into pure cyan, and even purple is looming.

The strands of luck are condensed into the appearance of a seven-fold treasure building, which is luxurious and precious.

The Qi Luck Horned Dragon kept rolling over its head, turning into a four-clawed green dragon, wrapping around Jiang Gan, sending out a dragon-shattering chant.

If it weren't for the Qianyuan palace lanterns to cover up, the terrifying vision of luck would probably shake the 24 states of the Eastern Desolation.

(End of this chapter)