The golden ancient sword disappeared without a trace. At the hilt, Huang Tingzi's eyes were shocked.
Ning Fan could kill a Nascent Soul Golden Core monk with just his momentum. This scene made him unbelievable.
The normally calm young man in white turned out to be such a terrifying master once he had murderous intentions.
Yang Gu, on the other hand, had fiery eyes and admired his master Ning Fan's methods even more.
"Although my master is young, his alchemy skills and cultivation are at the top level in the Rain Realm. Being able to take this man as my teacher is indeed the most correct thing I have done in my life, Yang Gu!"
Ning Fan stood at the tip of the golden ancient sword, facing the setting sun, and kept making secrets with his fingers to control the ancient sword to escape.
Occasionally take a pill of good quality to nourish the sea of consciousness.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the face, with a touch of light gold. Ning Fan closed his eyes and used his mind to wield the sword. As time passed, his mind gradually adapted to the load of the ancient golden sword.
After the first day, the fatigue of Shen Nian was slightly relieved.
As the second day passed, the fatigue of Shen Nian became even less severe.
The third day, the fourth day...
By the fifth day, Ning Fan had become completely accustomed to the speed of the ancient sword. His spiritual thoughts were no longer tired, and he was getting closer and closer to breaking through Wenxu's spiritual thoughts.
At this moment, Ning Fan seemed to be one with the ancient sword and human sword...
Alchemist adjusted his breath at the hilt of the sword to heal his wounds. Occasionally he raised his head and glanced at Ning Fan's back. There was a look of wonder in his eyes, but also a look of shame.
Dan Zun asked himself that he had seen many powerful people who asked Xu and even rushed to Xu, but even those who were powerful at Chongxu could not achieve the level of Ning Fan, who could control the ancient sword so skillfully.
On this day, the ancient sword traveled to the Abyss of Paradise in the inner sea.
The Abyss of Paradise is a famous and dangerous place in the inner sea. This place is famous for its large number of monsters. For millions of miles across the ocean, magnetic fog covers the sky.
Under the magnetic mist, there are even more infant beasts and wild beasts lurking...
This magnetic mist is extremely strange. Once a monk enters the range of the magnetic mist, the magnetic force will be exerted on him. It was difficult to move, and the escape speed was greatly reduced.
"This Paradise of Paradise is very dangerous. Do we need to take a detour..." Su Yan asked gently.
Naturally, she wasn't worried about Ning Fan's safety. It's just that there are still Huang Tingzi, Yang Gu and the injured Dan Zun on the ancient sword.
If you enter the magnetic fog and are besieged by wild beasts. Even if she, Mingque, and Ning Fan were not injured, the other three were not guaranteed to be safe either.
"rest assured."
Ning Fan gave Su Yan unlimited confidence and dispelled all worries with just a few words.
Under Ning Fan's control, the golden ancient sword rushed straight into the magnetic mist range.
Under the interference of the magnetic mist, the sword's speed was greatly reduced, only one-tenth of its original speed.
Rao is so. The flying speed of the ancient sword is comparable to that of a monk who sees the void.
"Huh? This golden sword is really a good escape weapon. It can escape so fast in the magnetic mist."
In front of the golden ancient sword, a hoarse old man's voice suddenly came out.
This old man's voice. With the aura of Qiuxu, everyone on the ancient sword immediately became alert.
"Hand over this golden sword, and you will be safe! If you dare to disobey me, I will order millions of sea beasts from the Paradise to surround you and kill you!"
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The moment the old man's voice came out, countless beast roars came from all directions. Disperse the magnetic mist slightly.
Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, and through the dissipating magnetic mist, he saw an old man in red robe standing on the sky above the mist in front of him, with a gloomy expression. He was looking at Jin Jian and licking his tongue.
The old man has the ability to see into the void and is using some kind of secret technique. He seems to be able to control all the sea beasts here.
Under the control of the old man, there were more than a million sea beasts in the sky and under the sea, completely surrounding the path of the ancient sword and making it blocked.
The roars of beasts turned into sound waves, impacting on the ancient sword, weakening the ancient sword's escape speed again, almost stopping in the sky. ,
The ancient sword is only a escaping sword and cannot break out of the herd of beasts.
The old man licked his tongue. Although he was just a cultivator, his skills were closely related to monsters, and they were extremely terrifying poison skills.
There are millions of monsters around him at this moment. As long as the old man activates the secret method, he can borrow the monster blood to cast a spell. Then the poisonous skill he displays will make even the Chongxu old monster flee!
Naturally, he had the guts to snatch Ning Fan's flying sword.
"I count to three and hand over the flying sword! Otherwise..."
The old man looked at the almost stagnant flying sword with a sneer on his face, but secretly made a secret secret in his sleeve to release the poison. The colorless and tasteless poison mixed in the magnetic mist and rolled towards the ancient sword. He looked like he was killing people and seizing treasures, and he didn't even take the master of swordsman into consideration.
"roll!"
Ning Fan stood at the tip of the sword, his cold voice resounding through the Abyss of Paradise. The roars of millions of sea beasts were all suppressed by Ning Fan's voice.
The pressure of Fu Li's ancestral blood dissipated, and millions of sea beasts were boiling with demon blood. They were trembling with fear. One by one, they got out of the way, crawled on the sea, and knelt down before Ning Fan!
Millions of sea beasts all feared and surrendered because of Ning Fan's voice!
This scene greatly exceeded the expectations of the red-robed old man. He could not imagine that someone in the world could make millions of monsters surrender with just one word!
Without the obstruction of the beast's roar, the magnetic mist was also diluted. The ancient sword regained its previous speed and rushed straight towards the red-robed old man with incredible speed.
His eyes met Ning Fanfang who was standing on the tip of the sword. Immediately, cold sweat broke out on the old man's vest. He felt as if he was about to die in the hands of this person in the next moment!
Damn it! He was killing people and seizing treasures in a good way, but he got into trouble with an evil star!
"Forgive me, fellow Taoist, but I have blind eyes and cannot see Mount Tai. I didn't know that you have great supernatural powers, so I tried to snatch your magic weapon from you... I am the deputy sect leader of the Scarlet Demon Sect. I hope that you, fellow Taoist, will spare me for the sake of our Red Demon Sect's face." ..."
Before he even uttered a word of fate, Ning Fan raised his hand and held up a golden stove.
The golden furnace grew in the wind, emitting a ring of pale golden spirit wheel fire, rolling up a monstrous sea of golden fire, and drowned the old man.
The old man was horrified to death. The power of this golden hand stove was so terrifying that even the old monster Chongxu couldn't easily take it. How could he, a mere poisonous Qiuxu, take it!
ah!
With a scream that shook the sky, the old man was directly burned into ashes by the ring of light gold fire.
Only Yuan Shen was seriously injured and escaped. He was frightened to death by the power of the golden furnace and wanted to escape in a panic.
Ning Fan casually moved his hand, fixed the old man's escape light, and with another shot, captured the old man's spirit into his hand and took back the stove.
One hand activated the ancient sword's sword light. With a cold hand, he searched for souls and extinguished memories. In the worship of thousands of sea beasts, the ancient sword flew away from the abyss of bliss after several flight.
"The Scarlet Demon Sect. Located in the Poisonous Cloud Kingdom of the Eight Hundred Xiu Kingdom... I didn't expect that the Scarlet Demon Sect would also come to the inner sea to wade into the murky waters of the Trolls..."
Ning Fan searched the old man's memory. Swallow the old man's soul in one gulp.
On top of the ancient sword, Alchemy Master was stunned.
That red-robed old man was an old monster who could see things, and he was just burned to ashes by Ning Fan? !
Although he had heard rumors that Ning Fan was the old monster 'Wenxu', he had also heard that Ning Fan suppressed Lanjiao and killed Wenxu...
But hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different concepts!
Seeing a high-ranking Lianxu die in Ning Fan's hands with his own eyes made Danzun unable to calm down for a long time.
It’s Huang Tingzi. I had seen Ning Fan kill Lianxu as early as the last Alchemy Ceremony, but I wasn't that surprised.
As for Ning Fan's cheap disciple Yang Gu, his eyes were filled with excitement because Ning Fan killed a Lianxu. How does he look like a fifth-level alchemy master?
"That's the Scarlet Demon Sect. You really dare to take action... Behind this Scarlet Demon Sect, there is the support of Prince Suixu of Yudian." Su Yan held her forehead and chuckled. Ning Fan was always very courageous.
"Is it..."
Ning Fan disagreed and continued flying with his sword. From the memory of the old man in red robe. Ning Fan learned that the Scarlet Demon Sect was also plotting against Feng Xueyan.
In this case, he will never show mercy, no matter what the background of the Red Demon Sect is.
This time, anyone who wants to take action against Feng Xueyan will pay the price!
laugh!
The sword light galloped all the way. Ning Fan had a premonition that his spiritual breakthrough would be within these few days.
On the eighth day, the ninth day...the eleventh day, the ancient sword road passed through the Xuewei Sea Area.
There are many islands in this sea area, with more than a hundred small islands forming an archipelago. However, it lacks spiritual energy and is not suitable for cultivation. Generally, only passing monks will stay in the archipelago.
At this moment, tens of thousands of eight hundred cultivating monks were gathering on the Xuewei Islands, preparing to take a short rest here before rushing to the Trolls to force them to hand over Feng Xueyan.
These tens of thousands of mysterious cultivators do not belong to one force, but to multiple forces.
Many Xuanxiu were holding their own flags, with the names of their respective sects written on the flags.
Tianheng Sect, Zuiyue Sect, Lansha Valley...
Each of these sect forces comes from the Eight Hundred Cultivation Kingdom.
The sect leaders of these forces are all just Yuanying gods, and they are all the leaders of small sects and sects.
Ning Fan's eyes became colder and he immediately stopped the light of the ancient sword.
He still underestimated Feng Xueyan's allure.
Feng Xueyan, a piece of golem slate, actually attracted so many forces to rush to the troll clan, which is not good for Feng Xueyan...
"I heard that more than a hundred forces have gathered within the troll clan, including those from the inner sea and eight hundred cultivators. It is said that among them there are eleven forces with Lianxu in charge! So many forces are forcing the giants to Demon clan, hand over Feng Xueyan and the slate, how dare the giant demon clan disobey..."
"I received news that a huge arena has been built within the troll clan. It seems that those forces have different opinions and decided to decide the ownership of the stone slab through a competition..."
"Hey, the disciples of our small sect are not strong enough and their escape speed is too slow. I wonder if we can still get a share of the pie when we arrive at the troll tribe."
"Hey, no matter what, we and more than a hundred forces are taking action together. How can the troll tribe's Danwan forces compete with us! No way, we can still bloodbath the troll tribe and become famous!"
Some of the sect leaders were in the middle of discussions when they suddenly looked frightened. At this moment, all the Xuanxiu cultivators in the Xuewei Islands were frightened.
Because at some point in the sky, a huge golden flying sword appeared, and on the tip of the flying sword stood a murderous young man in white.
That young man's cultivation level was so high that no one present could see through it!
Ning Fan had murderous intent in his eyes. He was not a murderous person, but so many monks came all the way to do harm to Feng Xueyan, so naturally he would not forgive them.
When he left Dan Island, Ning Fan never expected that there would be so many forces persecuting the trolls.
There are eleven forces in charge of Lianxu... There are more than a hundred other large and small forces. Just the people he met along the way were the Barbarian Dao Sect, the Scarlet Demon Sect...
Even if the Trolls have the Eighth Ancestor in charge, they may not be able to protect Feng Xueyan...
The forces in the inner sea are plotting to kill Feng Xueyan, and the forces from the Eight Hundred Xiu Kingdom came from thousands of miles away to try to kill her.
And the eight ancestors of the troll clan, who are unjustly called the ancestors of Feng Xueyan, are also plotting against her...
"She is just a little mute and has never harmed anyone. But these people are all trying to figure her out..."
Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years.
His eyes swept across the Bloodweed Islands. Suddenly he jumped off the ancient golden sword and stood on the sky.
Overlooking more than a hundred islands below. There are tens of thousands of righteous mystical cultivators, but Ning Fan only has the murderous intent that cannot be erased from his eyes.
He won't give these people the chance to hurt her!
"Since you are going to wade into this muddy water... just go to hell!"
boom!
Ning Fan raised his foot and stepped towards the sky. The force of the step shattered countless voids, and the force was sent to the sea, immediately sinking an island.
This kick sank an island, and countless Xuanxiu died at its hands.
"Senior, please spare your life! Senior, why did you attack us! Senior, please don't kill us. The Trolls have soup to drink. Seniors should rush to the Trolls early and join forces with King Lanling, Yougui Hou and others to divide the giants. The demons will take a piece of the pie..." Some Xuanxiu begged for mercy in a hurry. What he said only angered Ning Fan's murderous intention even more.
Ning Fan became even more murderous and stepped towards the island at his feet.
With every step, an island was sunk. Amidst the vast momentum, all Xuan Xiu were frightened. But Alchemy Lord on top of the ancient sword just sighed and looked at Ning Fan.
boom! boom! boom!
Ning Fan's steps were like a phantom, and he had already taken hundreds of steps in an instant.
And all those more than a hundred islands were sunk, and tens of thousands of Xuanxiu were killed and injured!
There were also some Yuanying gods who were lucky enough to survive. Ning Fan didn't bother to look at them and just said coldly.
"Get out of the endless sea!"
"Yes, yes!" Xuan Xiu, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was already frightened and just wanted to escape.
What kind of evil star did they encounter? They could sink an island with just a lift of their feet. What level of master was this? ! Refining the weak and strong?
Ning Fan didn't even look at those people. He didn't have time to silence them one by one.
Ning Fan reached up to the tip of the ancient sword, activated the ancient sword, sprinkled tens of millions of immortal jade in one breath, and activated the ancient sword to gallop in the direction of the giant demon clan.
"Although the righteous sects gathered on the Xuewei Islands are not very powerful, many of them have some background in the Rain Realm... Your move will offend many people..." Dan Zun sighed.
"so what!"
Ning Fan pushed his sword speed to the extreme, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were as terrifying as a demonic abyss.
If you cultivate the Tao to the end and can't even protect the people around you... then what's the point of cultivating this Tao!
laugh!
The golden sword light was galloping, and it was only half a day's journey from the troll clan.
A huge silver boat noticed the island collapse wave in the direction of the Xuewei Islands and came to investigate. On the bow of the silver boat stood an old monster of Wenxu level.
The silver boat stopped in front of the ancient sword, and saw that the ancient sword was approaching fiercely, and the swordsman Ning Fan was full of murderous aura, knowing that the fluctuation just now must have something to do with Ning Fan.
"Fellow Taoist, please put your flying sword away. I, Marquis Wu Mu, have something to ask my fellow Taoist. I wonder what happened to the Xuewei Islands. Can you tell me something..." The old man's tone was neither salty nor cold, but quite interesting. It's a bit like relying on the old and selling the old.
He is the sect leader of the Wuzong and the Marquis Wu Mu of the Yudian. He has friendships with many Chongxu and Taixu powerful men in the Yudian. He roams the Rain Realm, and everyone he meets always gives him some respect.
Although the old man could see that Ning Fan's aura had reached a certain level, he did not take Ning Fan too seriously.
In his opinion, Ning Fan would not dare to refuse if he asked Ning Fan in his capacity.
"No time! But I would like to advise you, you cannot wade in the troubled waters of the Trolls. If you are not afraid of death, come to the Trolls!"
Ning Fan only looked at him, but Wu Muhou's gaze was painful, and all the hairs on his body stood up. He felt a great sense of crisis from Ning Fan, as if Ning Fan could easily kill him. He hurriedly averted his eyes, how could he dare to look into Ning Fan's eyes again!
Ning Fan only said one word, but it revealed the overwhelming evil aura. He had killed many people who had peeked, asked, and even rushed... Wu Muhou's pupils immediately dilated, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. Ning Fan's evil aura was too terrifying!
Although Wu Muhou was arrogant and liked to rely on others, he was not a fool and knew what to say to whom.
In just a moment, Wu Muhou was very sure that the young man in white in front of him was definitely not someone he could afford to offend!
He has seen many Chongxu and Taixu old monsters, but when it comes to the strength of evil aura, even the Taixu old monster is unmatched by Ning Fan!
In the Rain Realm, there are probably only two people in the legend who can surpass Ning Fan in terms of evil spirit.
Yuntian Jue, Bu Zhou Lei Huang...
From Ning Fan's words, Wu Muhou even speculated. Ning Fan hurried to the Trolls because he was on the side of the Trolls.
Anyone who wants to harm the trolls will be regarded as an enemy by Ning Fan!
The golden ancient sword disappeared with an escape speed close to Suixu. This scene fell into the eyes of Wu Muhou, and it was even more shocking.
"You must not mess with this person! I am afraid that this person will cause a sea of blood in the troll clan. I must not go into this muddy water!"
He was originally planning to go to the troll tribe to find a chance, but after seeing Ning Fan's terrifying aura, he immediately changed his original intention and ordered Yin Zhou to change his route. Heading towards the direction leaving the Endless Sea.
"Master, aren't we going to the Troll Clan? Didn't Master want to fight for the Golem Slate before?" A boy asked in confusion.
"Silly boy... there are some people we cannot afford to offend. This person is a peerless devil. As long as he has enough time to grow up, he will become another 'White Sword God' and 'Buzhou Thunder Emperor'... .You must never offend this kind of person in your whole life, otherwise you will regret it one day!"
Wu Muhou sighed deeply, still feeling a little fearful, and hurriedly escaped by controlling the silver boat himself.
...
now. Within the troll clan, the Northern Liang Kingdom has been surrounded by countless forces.
Outside the capital of Beiliang, a giant jade platform was erected, and experts from all directions gathered around the jade platform.
A huge birdcage is suspended above the jade platform. Made of floating stone.
In the birdcage, there is a girl imprisoned, and it is Feng Xueyan...
In the center of the jade platform below the birdcage, there were two monks in the early stages of becoming gods, fighting.
The two of them sometimes looked at the birdcage with a look of covetousness.
"Only the winning sect can obtain the Troll Clan's Golem Slate and... Feng Xueyan!"
An old man with cold eyes like a snake presided over the fighting in the ring.
The ownership of Feng Xueyan and the stone slab is determined through a competition in the arena. This is the method for more than a hundred forces to decide together!
No one can stop it, not even the trolls!
In the second-class seat under the ring, the troll leader Ju Qing clenched his fists fiercely, with anger gushing out of his eyes.
His daughter was actually treated as a prize in a competition...it was too much!
"Old man Juqing, don't be impulsive! You are only half-stepping into the realm of Xu, and you are no match for these more than a hundred forces. When Zhou Ming comes back, you will definitely be able to solve Xue Yan's catastrophe!" Dongxu held down Juqing's arm and mouthed Although he tried to persuade him, his eyes were still very angry.
"Zhou Ming... will he come... One-third of the first-class forces in the Rain Realm are here, does Zhou Ming still dare to break up with all these forces... Not even the eight ancestors dare..."
Realizing that his mistake had almost revealed the secret of the Eight Ancestor's existence, Ju Qing held back his words, but there was disappointment in his eyes.
Why... why are the eight ancestors unwilling to help Xue Yan?
As long as the ancestors come forward and the eight Lianxu sit in the troll clan, who dares to take advantage of the troll clan...
boom!
Above the arena, a violent explosion suddenly came.
In the explosion, one of the Dou Fa Transformers was killed, leaving only the Yuan Shen to flee down the jade platform in panic.
Another avatar is the instigator of the explosion. He holds a flaming flying sword. Every time he strikes the flying sword, it will cause a huge explosion. Seeing that the game was won, the man immediately looked up at the birdcage and laughed wantonly.
"Feng Xueyan! It seems that you are going to belong to our Hundred Swords Sect. The giant demon clan of the Endless Sea cannot protect the clan leader's daughter, but that's all!"
"..." Feng Xueyan lowered his eyelids, unable to see his expression clearly, and remained silent.
"Hateful!" In the bottom seat, Xu Qiuling's beautiful eyes were worried and cold. She didn't want Feng Xueyan to be injured the most, but she couldn't save Feng Xueyan, and Yue Lingkong was at the critical moment of breaking through Wenxu and couldn't get out.
Once out of seclusion, he will go crazy and get seriously injured...
"Sister Ling, don't worry, the master will definitely come..." Fenchi sighed and consoled her.
"Yes, he will definitely come...but I would rather he not come. There are too many enemies here..." Xu Qiuling said bitterly.
"Hmph! Are you allowed to insult my inner sea power? Get out!"
A half-step of the powerful sword energy suddenly swept across the jade platform, shaking the laughing spirit transformation towards the jade platform, causing him to cough up blood.
The injured spirit raised his eyes with hatred and saw an old man in sword robe standing in the center of the jade platform. His hair was as short as a halberd, and he looked majestic and majestic.
"Sword Lord of Sword Island... Do you want to stand up for the trolls?" the injured god said through gritted teeth.
"What's going on!" The sword master suddenly emitted a powerful sword intention, sweeping the entire place.
The momentum of that sword intention can intimidate Half-step Lianxu, just because there is a very faint trace of special sword intention in this sword intention. It is that trace of sword intention that makes the sword master extremely powerful.
"Trapped Immortal Sword Intent!" Many old monsters suddenly stood up and looked at the sword master with shocked eyes.
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