Eleven-story thunder pagoda, at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. The wind and rain were miserable, and there was lightning and thunder.
A group of more than two hundred undead monks, covered with stars and wearing moonlight, rushed to the valley of Zhongshan Mountain, where was the palace of Thunder Lord Zhufeng on the eleventh floor.
All of these two hundred monks are at the level of spirit transformation or above, and six of them are cultivating the void!
But the leader of this team of monks is by no means any Lianxu, but a young man in white who is in the state of becoming a god.
"It's close..."
Ning Fan's eyes were calm. Even though he was about to fight against the strongest person on the eleventh floor, he didn't have any worries.
The physical body has broken through the peak of Jade Life. With the corpse demon's body, it can compete head-on with the physical cultivation of the first level of the golden body, and powerfully confront the old monster Peeping the Void.
After refining the Immortal Emperor's finger bones, Ning Fan thought to himself, if he used his sword fingers now, the power would be very different from before.
Devouring Mara's blood, even if there is only one drop and it has not been completely refined. But with the power of that drop of demon blood, Ning Fan activated the demon state and transformed into the four phases of Mo Luo. In the short transformation time, even Wenxu could fight!
However, since the blood of Mara has not been completely refined, there is a drawback in using this blood to demonize rashly.
Every time he was transformed into a demon, Ning Fan felt that his soul turned black.
The more times and longer the demonization occurs, the darker the black color becomes.
That black color is demonic. It would be okay if the demonic nature was less. If the demonic nature accumulates too much, Ning Fan will most likely lose his mind and lose his emotions.
Although he will not become a cold-blooded and ruthless person like the Black Soul, Ning Fan never likes to have his mind influenced by any external things.
There is no need to use demonic methods. No need.
Unless he completely swallows the blood of Mo Luo and breaks through the golden body realm, then Ning Fan can rest assured that he can transform into a giant body.
"kill!"
The valley of darkness. A hidden formation flashed, and tens of thousands of monks suddenly appeared, each holding a thunder crossbow and shooting thousands of killing thunder arrows in the direction of Ning Fan.
Thunder arrows were like rain, caught in the thunderstorm, and they came very quickly.
Every thunder arrow is enough to obliterate Nascent Soul, and tens of thousands of thunder arrows can kill even a god in an instant.
There were so many thunder arrows, but they couldn't slow down the escape of a group of monks at all.
Ning Fan's eyes showed indifference. A roll of sleeves. Ming Ming waved his hand casually. However, an unimaginable force was unleashed, enough to shake mountains and rivers, with the force of a single blow. It's comparable to Qiuxu's full blow!
With a huge force, mountains and rivers collapsed, thousands of thunder arrows shattered into pieces, and tens of thousands of hidden enemies were wiped out in one blow. Only a few hurried figures, each with half a step of cultivation, were lucky enough to survive and escaped with their lives. ,tremble with fear.
"Retreat quickly and report back to the Thunder Lord. Zhou Ming has already entered the foothills of Zhongshan Mountain. With seventeen layers of defense, no one can stop his pace. The three commanders of Qiuxu have been killed in battle!"
"Can you leave..."
Ning Fan spoke coldly, raised his palm, and a cold sword light as thin as a cicada's wing flashed away and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the seven fleeing enemy cultivators had their Dantians pierced by sword light.
That sword light was too fast, faster than the escape speed of the monk Qiuxu. Unless it was Wenxu, who could defend it!
The sword light was so sharp that it almost ignored all defenses at the level of Qiuxu.
The moment the sword light penetrated the body, hundreds of millions of sword threads were stabbed out from the seven monks' Dantian. In just one moment, all seven of them were crushed by the sword threads, and the blood mist dispersed violently.
Ning Fan's expression was unmoved. He had killed sixteen times on the way to Zhongshan Thunder Palace, and this was the seventeenth time.
Four Transformation Gods have died in his hands, and three of them have died in Qixu!
Yuan Lei was swallowed one by one into his belly for refining, while Lei Yu was taken into his hands one by one and thrown to Lei Shiyi behind him.
Ning Fan is skilled in his skills, killing people and seizing treasures is a common occurrence.
But the expressions of the six Lianxu following him, including Lei Shiyi, were all numb with shock.
"This kid is so ruthless! Killing all the first ten thunder towers. Even the old monster Chongxu can only do this kind of thing. It will make people angry, but he dares to do it... Looking at this posture, this kid not only wants to kill the bell Shan, destroy Zhufeng, and even want to fight all the way to the twenty-fourth floor and destroy King Yinglong!"
Mo Feiyun was shocked. He asked himself that he had seen many heroes in his life. Among them, Lei Shiyi admired him the most, but the one that frightened him the most was Ning Fan in front of him.
"Ashamed...I looked down upon this boy before and ridiculed him...Now it seems that this boy is so powerful that it will be absolutely easy to kill me. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is rushing towards the void...One sword is cold and the sword is silk...He kills the enemy... I'm afraid that my swordsmanship is by no means weak." Chu Nanfeng laughed at himself.
Lei Shiyi's eyes were filled with shock again and again. He had known that Ning Fan was powerful before, but he also saw that Ning Fan three days ago was not so powerful.
In the past, Ning Fan gave Lei Shiyi the feeling of instinctive restraint, and that restraint came from Taisu Lei Xing.
But Ning Fan now has two completely different pressures on him, each of which is enough to make Lei Shiyi feel palpitated and frightened.
"That kind of pressure makes me suffocate... Even the old monster Suixu should not have this kind of pressure... What happened to this kid in the past three days!" Lei Shiyi thought.
As the group moved forward, Ning Fan almost did all the killings alone.
After witnessing the death of three Qiuxu at the hands of Ning Fan, no one doubted that Ning Fan had the strength to kill Zhufeng and compete with King Yinglong.
Zhongshan Thunder Palace is already in front of you millions of miles away!
In the Thunder Palace, Thunder Lord Zhufeng, who was dressed in black armor, was sitting on the throne, looking at the letters with gloomy eyes.
Outside Zhongshan, hundreds of thousands of masters of the seventeenth defense were massacred in half a day!
Whoever came was really unexpected to Zhufeng. It was actually Ning Fan and Wanbao Pavilion!
"Hmph! I didn't expect that Zhou Ming, who was being chased by Lord Yinglong King, still dared to come to my Thunder Palace and surrender himself. He was so bold. Did he think that with his mere half-step cultivation, he could compete with me in a dignified manner? Fight? Ridiculous!"
"And that Wanbao Pavilion is really daring. Lei Shiyi! This person has been defeated by me eleven times. I thought he would know the benefits and be safe from now on, and obediently hand over the emperor's bones. I didn't expect that this evil man would dare to challenge Yu again. Me! If he comes to Thunder Palace, I will make him regret it!"
The roar of Zhufeng echoed in the Thunder Palace for a long time.
Wenxu's momentum is like a mountain or a sea. It swept forward, causing the air in the hall to be extremely oppressive. Countless Nascent Souls and Avatars fell to the ground because they could not bear the pressure.
There were only nine old monsters who could resist the power of the candle wind. Only then can one's expression remain unchanged.
"Don't worry, Master Lei! In the Thunder Palace, there are ten Lianxu and I who are guarding it. If Zhou Ming and Wanbao Pavilion have three heads and six arms, if they dare to come here, they will die..."
An old man with a rat beard, his name is the King of Horsemen, his small mung bean eyes flashed fiercely and he sneered.
He did not take Ning Fan and others into his eyes at all, and none of the other eight people took Ning Fan into their eyes. Therefore, I deeply agree with what the rat-bearded old man said.
"That's right! Fellow Taoist Ma is absolutely right. If Zhou Mingruo comes to Thunder Palace, he will definitely die. Don't look at him killing all the way, with great momentum, but most of it is just relying on Wanbao Pavilion and three peeping puppets. After all, he is only half a step away. In refining the void, there has never been any half-step of refining the void that can leapfrog the level and kill the void. It doesn’t matter if this kid doesn’t enter the Thunder Palace, if he does, I, the fierce ghost, will be the first to kill him!"
The other tall man looked at the void and echoed.
For a moment, the whole hall was filled with the laughter of people arguing and ridiculing Ning Fan.
At this moment, a cold voice, like ten thousand years of ice, suddenly sounded throughout the Zhongshan Thunder Palace.
It was as if a thousand mountains were suppressing the momentum. The contemptuous question was like billions of thunders, exploding in the ears of the cultivators in the Thunder Palace. The next moment, the cultivators who were under the condition of refining their bodies suffered from eardrum bleeding and severe pain in their sea of consciousness.
The old monsters of Lianxu, including Zhufeng, also felt their breaths stagnant in their chests, feeling depressed and uncomfortable, and their expressions changed.
"Who said I, Zhou Ming, dare not come!"
A voice was so powerful that it shocked the heavens!
Not to mention Ning Fan's cultivation level, the ferocious power of this voice alone is enough to suppress ordinary gods!
In an instant, the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace fell into excitement and panic.
The next moment, the Zhongshan Mountains were shaking in the thunderstorm night!
Countless undead souls escaped from the Thunder Palace and took a cold breath when they looked at it from a distance.
But they saw a mere two hundred monks spreading out at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, and every one of the two hundred people was above the Transformation God.
Before that transformation, there were six Void Refiners and three Void Peeping Puppets, including Lei Shiyi, charging in unstoppably!
But the most feared thing is definitely not these Void Refining masters, but a young man in white.
The young man walked forward with his hands behind his back. Each step seemed to be an understatement, but the force he took was comparable to that of a golden body. One step could shake the general trend of the country!
The roar of the swaying mountains and rivers was caused by this person!
That cold question, which convinced countless Lei Palace monks, was also issued by this person!
He is Ning Fan!
"kill him!"
Tens of thousands of Nascent Soul dead souls with low intelligence rushed towards Ning Fan from behind him at all costs.
At this moment, Ning Fan turned around suddenly, with only one cold look, which pierced the night like cold electricity and fell into the eyes of countless dead souls. However, the souls of the Nascent Soul with low intelligence felt their hearts and souls trembling, and they could not help but fear. .
What a fierce look!
This is the ultimate demon that has experienced such a sea of blood!
Don't say that they just have low intelligence, even if they are dead creatures without intelligence, they will still be afraid of this person's gaze!
"roll!"
Ning Fan shouted out one word, and with the power comparable to that of a golden body, the cold sound wave was more terrifying than the power of any transformation-level demonic sound!
A black sound wave came from Ning Fan's mouth. Under the shock, the bodies of tens of thousands of Nascent Souls collapsed one after another, screaming and dying.
Ning Fan couldn't resist a look from Mo Luo.
And these Nascent Souls were also unable to withstand Ning Fan's scolding.
Ning Fan is far from a strong person, but these Nascent Souls are even weaker.
"Who said that I, Zhou Ming, will definitely die as soon as I enter the Thunder Palace!"
Ning Fan's eyes swept towards Lei Palace at this moment, taking one step forward!
With a huge earthquake, the sky collapsed, and the Thunder Palace, which stretched for hundreds of miles, collapsed into rubble.
The figures of Transformation God and Lianxu appeared one by one, but among these masters, only the Horseman King and Li Gui were stared at by Ning Fan.
When they were stared at by Ning Fan, the two dignified old monsters felt a chill in their hearts, sensing an extremely dangerous omen.
Without any time to think, Ning Fan put on his sky-defying cloak and suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, a strange figure appeared in front of the two of them without warning across countless distances.
The cold light of the sword pierced the Dantian of the Horseman King.
A punch flew out, hitting Li Gui's chest.
When the punch came out, Li Gui's chest armor was shattered. He was already seriously injured. His eyes were frightened and hard to understand. He couldn't see how Ning Fan could hide or escape in front of him. He couldn't even understand why Ning Fan's punch was more powerful than his full-strength punch!
The sword came out, and tens of thousands of sword threads were entangled, giving the Centaur King almost no chance to think. Hundreds of millions of sword threads had strangled his soul!
In this encounter, Ning Fan directly launched a sneak attack. Facing two Qiuxu, one of them was killed and the other injured!
"Zhufeng, fight with me!"
Ning Fan took a step forward. Under the pressure of his momentum, countless enemy cultivators did not dare to resist and fell back like a tide.
Even Zhufeng, frightened by Ning Fan's pressure of injuring two people, did not dare to resist Ning Fan's fierce power and took half a step back.
His eyes changed drastically. The rumored Ning Fan could never have the power to instantly kill and instantly injure the old monster Peeping the Void!
"This son is different from the intelligence description. Why is he so powerful! This is absolutely impossible!"
Zhufeng's eyes were shocked. For the first time, he felt a hint of death threat from a Half-Step Lianxu!
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