"Fang Sheng, fight with me!"
The moment Ning Fan arrived, a heavy aura fell on the entire Yunshan Mountain, as if a mountain rain was about to come!
All the monks near Yunshan, regardless of their level of cultivation, all felt that their breathing was stagnant and they could not bear Ning Fan's powerful aura.
Yu Chong'er looked up at the sea of clouds and stared in disbelief at the young man in white standing coldly on the golden ancient sword.
At this moment, Ning Fan no longer looked as easy-going as usual. There was a belief in his eyes, a belief that swept through the Eighth Palace!
At this moment, Ning Fan was just like the bloody battle in the Blood Dragon Pond, with an unstoppable momentum!
"Su Yihou is facing the other eight hall masters this time, is it to understand the Rain Monument, or to establish his authority..." Yu Bai thought deeply.
"No, none of them... He must have an extremely important reason to defeat the Eighth Palace alone..." Yu Chong'er said to himself.
All the deities and elders in Youtian Palace looked at him with awe. No one in the deity presence could resist Ning Fan's momentum. They were all captured by the momentum and unable to move!
Venerable Snow was not good enough, the ugly man Yun Lie was not good enough, and the Yun Kuang Divine Envoy of the Yuanying cultivator was naturally even worse. He was directly overwhelmed by Ning Fan's aura and fell to the ground!
During the Jin Dynasty, Yun Kuang repeatedly made things difficult for Ning Fan for Yin Suqiu, but Ning Fan destroyed his Taoist heart. Fifty years have passed, and Yun Kuang has been unable to make any progress in his cultivation. He has repeatedly failed to break through the bottleneck. The last time he hit the bottleneck, his eyes were even destroyed by a natural disaster...
Fifty years ago, he was the Nascent Soul monster, and Ning Fan was the Fusion Spirit Ant.
Fifty years later, Ning Fan's breath will make him unable to stand!
"Compared to him, I, Yun Kuang, am nothing. I am just an ant...I am just an ant..." Yun Kuang lay on the ground, frustrated.
Ning Fan stood in the clouds, put away the ancient sword, and did not look at Yun Kuang. This person was not as good as him back then. Even worse now.
He only looked at Fang Sheng, waiting for Fang Sheng to challenge!
"You have defeated the Marquis of Longnan and Huang Gu in a row. I am afraid that you already have the invincible fighting power to fight against the void. I will take a look. Can you and I fight equally?"
laugh!
Fang Sheng's old eyes flashed, and his whole body turned into a streak of snow-white light. He appeared on the top of the sea of clouds in an instant, his momentum was like a violent wind, and he was wearing a white robe with a hunting sound.
As soon as he activated his magic power, the sea of void immediately appeared under his feet. Standing in the sea of void, Fang Sheng's magical power seems to be endless.
He raised his finger. A brilliant cloud light flashed between his fingers, he pressed one finger towards Ning Fan and shouted coldly.
"The Art of Cloud Annihilation!"
As soon as the cloud light dispersed, millions of white clouds suddenly appeared around Ning Fan. There is a grimace on every white cloud, grinning strangely.
Millions of ghost faces all swallowed up the clouds and mist. In just a moment, all of Ning Fan's aura was swallowed up, and wisps of mana flowed out of Ning Fan's body. Devoured by ghostly faces.
Ning Fan felt the temporary loss of mana in his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tried to burn away the clouds and mist in the sky with magic fire.
But as soon as Fang activated the magic fire, the magic power was lost even faster, and even the essence began to disappear.
And Ning Fan had a feeling. This grimace cloud can swallow most spells, and even black fire cannot harm these clouds... Fang Sheng's spells are so weird.
"This is... the magic of the peak of mortal world, the art of cloud obliteration!" A god-forming elder regained his movement and said in shock.
"Master Fang Sheng once used this technique to drain the mana of several Void Cultivation monks. Once this technique is activated, it won't take a moment and a half, but Su Yihou's mana will be swallowed up by the ghost-faced white clouds!"
"This ghost-faced white cloud can swallow mana. All spell attacks will be absorbed by this cloud. It is said that only monks with special consciousness can resist this cloud."
"Once you lose your magic power, no matter how powerful Su Yihou is, he is still no match for Master Fang Sheng!"
The discussion on the cloud mountain reached Ning Fan's ears. In just a few breaths, 70% of his mana and essence were sucked away by the grimace.
He looked at the clouds of grimaces in the sky, his eyes suddenly focused, and he suddenly released his sword thoughts.
In the sea of clouds, a drop of thick ink spread across the sky. In an instant, it turned into an ink-colored sword light that covered the sky and the sun, shattering countless ghostly faces and clouds.
"Jian Nian... Sure enough, I can't defeat you with Yunyan's technique. Good fortune fishing net!"
Fang Sheng was not too surprised when he saw that Yunyan's technique was broken.
Being able to use this technique to consume 70% of Ning Fan's mana at the beginning was already a good result. At this moment, Fang Sheng was sure of victory.
He pointed his finger, and wisps of white mana came out from his finger, intertwining into a huge fishing net.
Raise the fishing net in the air, and the fishing net will turn into ten thousand in an instant.
Tens of thousands of fishing nets were wrapped around Ning Fan. The threads of the fishing nets were extremely tough and could not be destroyed even by a single blow.
Even ten years ago, during the Song Dynasty, Ning Fan, who had not found all the heavenly frost and earthly fire, could not burn this fishing net with the yin and yang fire.
Even a single blow from Taixu may not be able to break the fishing net, and Fang Sheng did not think that Ning Fan, whose mana was greatly reduced at this moment, could release a spell of Taixu's scale with only 30% of his mana.
"You are defeated! Don't worry, I will only wrap you in a fishing net and won't hurt you. But if you can't defeat me, you can't understand under the rain monument. It's too early to defeat me with your Wenxu realm. ”
"Is it!"
Ning Fan suddenly stepped into the sky, and the sky shattered, revealing the boundless void.
He grabbed the ground, and the soul of the earth that was 400,000 miles away was pulled out by him!
He grabbed the void, and the soul of the void that was 400,000 miles away was pulled out by him!
Opening his mouth and swallowing, he swallowed both the earth soul and the void soul into his belly, and gained 10 million extra mana out of thin air!
In an instant, Ning Fan's momentum increased steadily, and the mana in his body reached 180,000 armor in an instant. His mana was more powerful than Fang Sheng!
"The art of extracting souls! And it's actually the second level of extracting souls from the void!" Fang Sheng's eyes turned pale with shock.
The art of soul extraction is one of the three magical powers of Suixu, but even the old monster Suixu may not know how to extract souls.
And the only person in the Rain Realm who can practice the art of soul extraction to the second level is the Rain Emperor!
Ning Fan is actually the second monk in the Rain Realm who can extract the Soul of the Void!
"burn!"
Ning Fan pointed towards the sky above his head and towards the tens of thousands of good fortune fishing nets.
Black fire spread all over the sky in the sea of clouds, and nine incomparable black fire dragons rushed out from the sea of fire. They breathed flames and easily burned the fishing nets all over the sky into ashes.
Ten years have passed, and he has mastered twenty four types of heavenly frost and earthly fire. The power of the demonic fire is comparable to the seventh-level high-grade spiritual fire!
If this fishing net is broken, it will be used. Ning Fan may not be able to burn it, but if Fang Sheng casts it, that's another matter!
"What!" Fang Sheng was shocked again. This good luck fishing net was a supreme secret technique given to him by the Sixth Prince, but it was burned to ashes by Ning Fan with a burst of black fire...
What kind of spiritual fire is that! Is there such a high-grade spiritual fire in the rain world?
His mind has not yet recovered from the shock. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his vest.
But they saw the nine-headed fire dragons all turning their heads towards Fang Sheng, their eyes showing bloodthirsty ferocious light.
This nine-headed black dragon was transformed into a seventh-grade high-grade flame. Rain Realm Sui Xu did not have such a high-grade flame!
This black fire was cast by Ning Fan with a magic power close to that of a Taixu monk. Even a Taixu monk could not stop the burning of the fire dragon!
The nine-headed fire dragon rushed over. The roll brought with it a sea of fire, submerging Fang Sheng in it.
After just a few breaths, Fang Sheng fell out of the sea of fire just like Huang Gu before. It fell into the sky and landed heavily on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
Ning Fan said nothing, swallowed back the black fire, and landed on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
Fang Sheng climbed up from the huge pit and looked at Ning Fan with a complicated expression. sighed,
"I... lost..."
Fang Sheng knew that Ning Fan had shown mercy.
Otherwise, with Ning Fan's terrifying magic power after performing the Soul Extraction Technique, and using such high-level black fire to attack the enemy, the power of the fire would not be comparable to that of others...
Except for the Taixu monk. No one can stop Ning Fan's power of black fire...
"Come with me, Marquis Suyi. I will take you to the center of the mountain to study the Rain Monument of Youtian Palace..."
Ning Fan didn't say much and followed Fang Sheng into the heart of Yunshan Mountain.
The monks in the entire Yunshan Mountain, including those in the Netherworld Realm and those in other realms, all fell silent.
"Youtian Palace has also been defeated...the only ones that can block Suyihou's attack are Juntian Palace and Haotian Palace..."
"In my opinion, even Juntian Palace may not be able to defeat Suyihou. After all, Juntian Palace Master only has the invincible cultivation level... I am afraid that only Haotian Palace Master can win. After all, the master of Haotian Palace is a Taixu monk..."
laugh!
After burning a stick of incense, Ning Fan escaped from the mountain and headed towards the next realm.
Along the way, he took pills to restore his magic power. After a slight delay, he arrived at the Xuantian realm three days later.
The seventh realm of Tianyun, the Xuantian realm!
Countless monks had learned the news of the defeat of the master of Youtian Palace three days ago, and one by one they rushed to Xuantian Mirror with the help of teleportation arrays in Tianyun Kingdom, waiting to watch another battle.
At this moment, no monk doubted Ning Fan's determination to challenge the Eighth Palace.
Whether it is to understand the Rain Monument or to establish prestige and fame, Ning Fan's purpose in challenging the Eighth Palace is not what everyone cares about.
Everyone just wants to know whether Ning Fan can defeat the other eight hall masters on his own and become the leader of the nine halls!
laugh!
A golden sword light crossed the sea of clouds and landed on the top of the Xuantian Palace Cloud Mountain!
Ning Fan is in the clouds, overlooking the Xuantian Palace on the Yun Mountain. This Xuantian Palace is the branch palace where Yun Bushu, the third prince of the Yu Palace, sits...
In the Rain Realm, the only branch hall that has good relations with Juntian Palace is Xuantian Palace.
In the Rain Realm, the only prince who has a life-and-death relationship with Yun Tianjue is Yun Bushu.
Ning Fan sighed, he already knew that he was the son of Yun Tianjue, so it was not appropriate to challenge the master of Xuantian Hall and bring humiliation to this hall.
Just in order to obtain the complete rain technique, in order to find his mother in the entire Zhongzhou territory, he had to fight...
He closed his eyes lightly and said loudly, "Ning Fan has no intention of becoming an enemy of Xuantian Palace. He just wants to see the Rain Monument and has to fight with Xuantian Palace Master. Please forgive Xuantian Palace Master..."
"Ahem, cough, cough... Su Yihou is joking, how dare Luo fight with Su Yihou... Luo, admit defeat!"
An old man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe clenched his fists in the direction of Ning Fan and admitted defeat on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
This man has white hair and pale face, he is majestic and majestic, and his aura is overwhelming, but his cultivation is just a glimpse of reality.
Ning Fan was slightly startled, he had met this person before.
Back when he was out at sea, Ning Fan killed Yan Zun and sinned against Yu Dian. However, he was recommended by two Yu Dian Lianxu as the Yu Dian Elder.
Luo Jun was promoted from the master of one of the lowest division halls to the master of Xuantian Hall, one of the nine halls, for his contribution to finding the Immortal Fire Body.
Yun Bushu, who guards Xuantian Palace, is known as the "Prince Xianyun", and Jun Luo is also a man with no ambitions. He just wants to hang around in Xuantian Palace and has no intention of competing with others.
He originally wanted to hang out leisurely in the position of Xuantian Palace Master, just hoping to break through and ask questions in his lifetime.
Who would have thought that the dignified Marquis Suyi would challenge him for such a small peep.
How could he dare to challenge? Even the Marquis of Longnan, Huang Gu, and Fang Sheng were defeated by Ning Fan, and he only caught a glimpse of the truth. I'm afraid that I can't even take Ning Fan's finger...
"Luo admits defeat, Su Yihou can follow me directly into the mountain and view the Rain Monument!"
"That's fine."
Ning Fan nodded. He put away the ancient sword and landed on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
He also didn't want to bully a Xuantian Temple Qixu with his tyrannical cultivation. Be at odds with Yun BuShu.
The two of them entered the mountainside, and the entire Xuantian Yunshan was filled with emotion.
"I didn't expect that the dignified Master of Xuantian Palace would admit defeat directly...but this move is a wise move. With the cultivation level of the Master of Xuantian Palace, he is definitely not the enemy of Su Yihou Yihe."
"Hey, we rushed to the Xuantian realm, but we missed the battle of refining the void. It's such a pity... It's better to quickly find the teleportation array and go to the next realm. Wait for the arrival of Marquis Su Yi!"
On top of Yunshan Mountain, there is a handsome young man who is extremely impressed. He is the genius of Xuantian Palace and Yun Bushu's adopted son - Yun Niansu.
"The leader of this generation of geniuses in the Rain Realm. He must be... Ning Fan, I, Yun Niansu, am not as good as him... But I don't understand why my adoptive father wants to see him..."
...
Inside the mountain, Ning Fan followed Luo Jun across the formation of light and entered the palace. Walk straight towards the main hall.
Luo Jun apologized all the way, he couldn't afford to offend someone as shocking as Ning Fan.
The nine-hundred-foot Yuzu Monument reveals the rain that moistens everything.
Luo Jun pointed to the rain monument and introduced it.
"Haha, Marquis Suyi, please take a look. This is the Rain Monument of my Xuantian Palace. When Marquis Suyi understands the Rain Monument, you must be careful not to be injured by the Rain Monument... Uh, three, three... the third prince Your Highness!"
Midway through his words, Luo Jun was suddenly startled and immediately clasped his fists in salute.
Behind the rain monument, a young man in ragged clothes walked out slowly, looking like a beggar.
This man has unkempt hair and a shaggy beard, but his appearance is extremely handsome and quite masculine.
He looked free and uninhibited, as if nothing in the world was enough to worry him.
He didn't reveal any aura, and outsiders didn't know what his level of cultivation was, but Ning Fan sensed a vast aura from his body, comparable to a monk from the Second Heaven of Shattering Void!
He is none other than the third prince of Yu Palace, Yun Bu Shu!
"Oh, oh, oh, we meet again... When we met in the Ghost Sparrow Sect, you were still a little Rong Ling. I didn't expect that fifty years later, you would reach this point... Uh, by the way, this prince's memory Not very good, what is your name...Su, Su, Su..."
"It's Marquis Suyi..." Luo Jun reminded in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's Su, Su, Su... What's Su? Oops, I forgot again, forget it, my prince's memory is getting worse and worse, it's hard to remember anything..."
Yun Bushu patted his forehead, laughed, and acted as willfully as before.
His unruly eyes suddenly froze when he fell on the blue jade on Ning Fan's neck.
"Blue Bridge Jade?! This jade is really in your hands! What a good boy, you actually deceived me back then!"
Yun Bushu put away all his smiles and showed serious eyes.
With a wave of his hand, a strong wind directly swept up Mr. Luo and sent him out of the heart of Yunshan Mountain.
"I have something to ask you! Where did this jade come from?" Yun Bushu stood with his hands behind his back, without any sign of laughter.
Ning Fan looked at Yun Bushu calmly, not afraid.
Yun Bushu was not surprised at all when he recognized this jade.
When he pried into Yun Ruowei's thoughts that day, he already knew that the jade was from Blue Bridge.
Although the jade of Blue Bridge is an ancient object, it has no use except for the love between Taoist couples.
At that time, Yuntian Jue and Ning Qian fell in love and swore a love vow to Lan Qiao Zhi Jade. No one knew about this.
In other words, those who know the meaning of this jade are not outsiders.
At that time, Yun Bushu was looking for this jade in Yue Kingdom, but his purpose was different from that of Yu Huang.
The Rain Emperor is looking for someone who will threaten his life, but Yun Bushu is looking for his old friend's wife and son...
Yun Ruowei is not an outsider, and neither is Yun Bushu. In Yun Ruowei's thoughts, Yun Bushu and Yun Tianjue have a fatal friendship...
"I can tell you the origin of this jade, but I want to know why Yun Tianjue lost his memory and why Ning Qian disappeared!"
Ning Fan's eyes were also extremely serious.
Even if Yun Bushu didn't come to his door today, he would still find an opportunity to find Yun Bushu.
He fought against the Eighth Palace alone in order to understand Yuzu's technique and find out the whereabouts of his mother.
In addition to finding out the whereabouts of his mother, Ning Fan also wants to know the truth about that year!
Who is it that drained his blood and made Ning Qian not know whether she was alive or dead?
"You are indeed...their child..." Upon hearing Ning Fan's rhetorical question, Yun Bushu immediately confirmed something, showing an expression of half joy and half sigh.
He was happy to find Ning Fan, but sad to hear the hidden meaning in Ning Fan's words.
Ning Fan didn't know Ning Qian's whereabouts... nor did he know the truth back then...
"I don't know what happened that year. It should be said that no one in the rain world knows... No one knows how Ning Qian disappeared, but I saw with my own eyes why my eldest brother lost his memory... That day, I saw I saw a colorful light rising into the sky, and in the light, there was an old man's figure... It was him who erased my elder brother's memory!"
Yun Bushu showed an angry expression. He had never hated anyone so much, but that mysterious colorful old man was definitely someone he must hate!
"Accompanying that colorful old man was the fallen fourth prince of Yudian!"
