Surrounded by ruins and rubble, standing in mid-air against the sky is a young man in white clothes and black cloak.
With his cold eyes and black hair as black as ink, he was so powerful that he caused everyone in Yuanjue Valley to remain as silent as a cicada!
The sound of the ice shattering was like a demonic sound, penetrating into everyone's heart. The ice shattered and people died. The old monsters in the Wei Kingdom, such as the Fusion Spirit, had no chance to withstand the power of the punch.
Each one of the seven sects of golden elixirs usually had their eyes above their heads, but when they saw the young man, they seemed to see something terrifying. The power of the ice-shattering fist was by no means weaker than Nascent Soul's blow.
The ancestors of the seven sects had already used their strongest life-saving spells and magic weapons when the ice shattered, but they were still in a state of embarrassment. The corners of their eyes shrank, and they were all cautious.
Together with Mo Xisheng, they all began to think about countermeasures. The young man in front of him is most likely a Nascent Soul master. Even if not, that punch was enough for them to regard this young man as their lifelong enemy. Especially Mo Xisheng, whose Golden Wheel Palm was broken with a full blow, he has the clearest understanding of the strength of the young man's physical skills.
Can't be wrong. Easily breaking his golden wheel palm, this young man suddenly appeared and claimed to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley. He was a monk in the realm of silver bone body refining.
Silver Bone, even if he tried his best, he would never have much chance of winning against this young man. Unexpectedly, there is such a person in charge of Yuanjue Valley. Today's attempt to create a huge relic will probably be in vain.
Even the head Zongze doesn't understand this. Yuanjue Valley, is there such an ancestor master?
Mo Xisheng's expression gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wants an explanation. What explanation can I and others give me?
How to explain the obvious murder and treasure grabbing, and the kicking of the sect?
Or is this young man just asking for compensation? He and others killed Yuanjuegu disciples, but this young man killed hundreds of fused spirits from seven sects. How should we settle this account?
Still taking a closer look, Mo Xisheng and the other seven ancestors suddenly had expressions on their faces... It was strange that this young man was only a few years old, and his aura had faded, and his cultivation level was only as strong as the spirit.
The seven people looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Could it be that this person is only physically powerful, but not highly cultivated?
If so, even if this person has some tricks, if the seven of them work together, they will not be afraid of this person.
Don't be afraid... Then the Seven Sects don't need to explain to this person. On the contrary, this person has to explain to the old monsters! Where did this young boy come from? He relied on his body refining skills to attack in a sneak attack, pretending to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, and destroyed hundreds of souls from seven sects.
Simply, I am tired of living!
Mo Xisheng's face darkened and he said coldly,
"Without an ancestor like you in Yuanjue Valley, who are you..."
After he finished speaking, Ning Fan's eyes flashed with cold light! A terrifying murderous intention made Mo Xisheng's hair stand on end, and he could no longer say a word!
He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and has experienced life and death for a long time. At this moment, under Ning Fan's murderous intention, he seems to have returned to the weak and helpless way he was when he first cultivated!
This feeling can only emerge when facing the old monster Nascent Soul! Mistake! This young man cannot be Rong Ling, he must be Nascent Soul!
He wants to kill me!
Without any time to hesitate, Mo Xisheng sprayed several mouthfuls of essence and blood, and his whole body turned into a seven-foot-tall giant, with his robes shattered into pieces and pieces of golden Sanskrit writing floating on the surface! Under this secret method of self-destruction, his body refining realm briefly broke through the tenth realm of silver light, and almost reached the silver bone level!
With just enough time to finish this, Ning Fan's cold voice resounded throughout the hall!
"I told you, I want an explanation!"
Ning Fan's whole body was filled with black light, and the energy of heaven and earth floated around him. In a flash of light and shadow, he teleported like a sharp sword. In just one moment, he arrived in front of Mo Xisheng.
He came here to ask for money as Patriarch Yuanjue, nothing more. But before asking for money, take Mo Xisheng's life to establish your authority!
The latter's seven-foot-long body was just acceptable in Ning Fan's eyes. With a wave of one hand, a burst of ice-shattering fist light, carrying lightning, struck hard. The seven-foot-long giant's arm was powerful enough to rival ordinary high-grade magic weapons. However, under Ning Fan's grasp, the giant's arm suddenly turned into ice and exploded into pieces with a roar under the light of lightning.
That escape method is teleportation, and that thunder roar is the innate magical power of controlling thunder. Mo Xisheng was frightened. He screamed and his breath immediately weakened. Every inch of the body-refining cultivator's muscles and bones have been tempered. As soon as his arm was broken, his body-refining realm immediately fell back.
He took dozens of steps back before he could stabilize his figure. Every time he took a step back, his momentum became weaker.
There is only fear in the eyes!
Without giving Mo Xisheng any chance to breathe, Ning Fan's whole body flashed with black light, and he teleported several times, as if he had transformed into several phantom bodies around Mo Xisheng and above his head. Five palms were shot out almost at the same time, and they were all blasted together. The giant body and the heavenly spirit!
The sound of five muscles and bones being shattered was heard, Mo Xisheng's blood gushed out like a spring, and his body was like mud. No matter how difficult it was to maintain his Dharma appearance and exert his magical power, it would be broken!
His body-refining skills were almost completely useless, but he couldn't bear to feel any resentment at all. He was desperate and only had the word "escape" left in his heart!
Biting the tip of his tongue, Mo Xisheng used all his magic power and the last few mouthfuls of essence and blood. His whole body turned into a wisp of smoke, sank into the earth, and fled towards the distance at a speed one minute faster than half a step of Nascent Soul.
This technique actually escaped from Ning Fan's eyes, which surprised Ning Fan, if he saw it correctly. What Mo Xisheng cast was actually an imitation of the lost magical power of ancient gods and demons - Earth Escape.
Even if it is an imitation spell, it cannot be easily cast by non-gods and demons. That's why Mo Xisheng consumed so much mana and blood essence due to the Earth Escape Technique.
Mo Xisheng escaped by escaping thousands of feet into the soil. Even with Ning Fan's body-refining skills, he could not break the thousands of feet of soil and catch him out.
People cannot get rid of the soil, but spiritual thoughts can. Ning Fan's whole body temperament changed, his eyes became colder, his face was covered with black lines, and his whole body seemed to be filled with thick ink, which turned into thousands of ink-colored sword thoughts, which also sank into the soil and chased after him.
As soon as this technique came out, the other six sect ancestors immediately exclaimed,
"What? This person is so powerful, and he can actually use magic like Mo Sheng to escape into the earth. Isn't Mo Sheng in danger?"
The ancestors of the six sects never expected that Mo Xisheng, the number one master in the Wei Kingdom, would be unable to fight back in Ning Fan's hands. Even when Mo Xisheng used the earth escape technique, all the old monsters were sure that Mo Xisheng could escape, but Ning Fan was like a maggot attached to his bones and still had the means to catch up!
However, the old monsters' exclamations only elicited Hou Lian's sneer.
Is Mo Sheng in danger? Not only is it dangerous, this Moliu Divination Technique is an extremely powerful magic that can instantly kill dozens of monsters. And that Ning Fan is a ferocious monster that can even capture the Nascent Soul Banshee alive. Mo Xisheng, a mere sight The cultivator Zifeng Yaowei just ran away and dared to bully Yuanjuegu. How could he be Ning Fan's opponent...
"Mo Xisheng is dead!" Hou Lian sneered.
"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is the number one master in our country of Yue..."
Several ancestors were about to retort, but they immediately stopped talking amid the sound of swords and screams, their eyes showing shock!
Twenty miles away from Tujue Valley, the ground was exploded by countless ink-colored sword energy. Wherever the explosion occurred, the ground cracked thousands of feet, and the swords screamed in the sky. Within a few miles, no grass grew where the sword energy passed.
What shocked all the ancestors was not only the strange phenomenon of Mo Jian, but also the scream that could not be drowned by the sword energy, and he died!
Mo Sheng’s scream!
Mo Xisheng, dead? !
Before the sound of the sword stopped, Ning Fan teleported back carrying a bloody corpse.
Mo Xisheng's body, was he really dead? !
Dead, dead... the number one master in the Wei Kingdom... dead!
If it had been a hard fight, everyone would have accepted it, but the result was a one-sided decision of life and death very quickly!
From Mo Xisheng's arrogance to his death, it only took a dozen breaths. A dozen breaths ago, Mo Xisheng was still the arrogant Mo Sheng, but a dozen breaths later, he was just a corpse!
One by one, the old monsters looked at Ning Fan in horror. This person is definitely not Rongling. He must be Yuanying. He must be Yuanying. He can only be Yuanying! Only in this way can Mo Xisheng be killed instantly!
The ancestors of the six sects all had weaker magical powers than Mo Xisheng. Ku Ningfan tried to kill him, but even if the six of them worked together, it would be difficult for them to survive. And if they were to escape, they had no escape technique, could teleport faster, and had no secret method similar to the earth escape technique.
Even if there is, how can one escape the ink-colored robbery... The magical power of turning into ink-colored and escaping into the ground is really something that the old monsters have only seen in their lives...
what to do? ! If Ning Fan were here, all the masters from the seven sects of the Wei Kingdom, including the Yudian Yuanying, would not be able to rescue him in time!
If he kills someone, who can escape, who can resist? !
"I want an explanation. No one is allowed to leave this place until I am satisfied!"
Ning Fan swept his gaze, and the old monster who was swept away immediately shivered and lowered his head...
Zongze was very happy, looking at Mo Xisheng's tattered body, he couldn't help but feel excited. The ancestors of the six major sects did not dare to show their dignity in Yuanjue Valley. This was probably the most glorious time since Yuanjue Valley was founded. He was full of gratitude to this ancestor who came from nowhere!
"Hou Lian, this person is really the ancestor of our sect..."
"It's absolutely true... This ancestor traveled for more than a thousand years before returning. It's not surprising that the leader doesn't know about it!"
"That's all, no matter what his status is, he is our sect's benefactor... If he says he is an ancestor, then that's it."
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When Zongze and Hou Lian were transmitting news, the ancestors of the six sects were panicking...
Finally, the second master of the Wei Kingdom, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked bitterly and respectfully,
"I don't know what explanation you want to be satisfied with..."
"The Immortal King."
Ning Fan stopped his murderous intention and smiled slightly.
All the surviving old monsters from the six sects were stunned.
If you dare to fall in love with this person, you are here to make money...
It turns out that giving money is enough. If he had known this, why would Sheng Mo risk his life... Money buys life, what a small thing! Unjust, Mo Xisheng died so unjustly... If he knew that he could save his life by losing money, but died in vain, he would regret it until his intestines turned blue...
"I wonder how much immortal jade you want..."
"Twenty thousand people per person in the early stage of the golden elixir, 40,000 in the middle stage, and 80,000 in the later stage. Ancestor, two hundred thousand, why, it's not expensive!" Ning Fan said threateningly.
"What! You? How many of you are there? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?" Feeling miserable and exhausted? Are you still afraid of the disease? Return to your hometown?p> Baimenlou's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately activated his body refining technique. His eye sockets became more sunken, and he was as thin as a skeleton, but his physical defense was improved to silver light. The pinnacle of the eighth realm! And raised an evil purple light defense.
But under Ning Fan's finger, his purple light defense immediately turned into fragments and collapsed. When he pointed at his chest, Baimenlou immediately vomited blood and was seriously injured. He flew backwards and fell heavily. The first thing he did when he got up was not to run for his life. Instead, he took off his storage bag, held it up with both hands, and explained hastily, for fear that if he was a step too late, he would be killed by Ning Fan!
"This is two hundred thousand immortal jade, please stop! Bai knows his mistake!"
"Four hundred thousand!" Ning Fan said coldly.
"So much, this... ok, I understand... I don't have enough immortal jade, can I use magic weapons to compensate..."
"Weapon spirit magic weapon, third-turn elixir, infant-level skills, nothing else! Remember, this is an order, not a negotiation. You have no choice!"
(I wrote 3 words in 6 hours on my mobile phone. The battery ran out and I got a little motion sick. The code words on my mobile phone were too small. I felt dizzy when I read them. It’s embarrassing.)
