"Lu Bei! Don't even think about monopolizing this task! I will decide on the Ming Luo puppet!"
The old man with white eyes sneered endlessly. He called Ning Fan Lu Bei. Apparently he had seen the wanted notice issued by Emperor Teng and knew that Ning Fan was Lu Bei.
Ning Fan was not surprised when his identity was revealed. As a Void Refining monk, it was not surprising that he had the means to obtain a wanted order.
Ning Fan was not afraid of being wanted by the Vine Emperor. He fled all the way without hiding his appearance or deliberately avoiding it. If you encounter an invading enemy, just kill them.
Ning Fan glanced lightly, and among the nine puppet masters, eight looked at him with unkind eyes, as if they had already recognized his identity.
Only the girl in green, who was peeking at Xu's cultivation, had a calm look in her eyes, but now she was a little surprised.
She didn't seem to expect that the elegant young man in white in front of her was the devil who angered the Vine Emperor.
Just thinking about Ning Fan's intention to monopolize the mission and occupy all the Ming Luo puppets, the girl in green couldn't help but look at Ning Fan with a hint of hostility.
"What will you do if I insist on monopolizing the task?"
Ning Fan glanced at the old man with white eyes and spoke calmly.
The old man with white eyes was startled, as if he didn't expect Ning Fan to have such a strong tone and dare to ignore his threat.
He narrowed his old eyes and snorted coldly, "On the road to cultivation, the strong are respected. If you want to monopolize the task, then show your strength to convince me and others!"
After saying this, the white-eyed old man suddenly took a step forward, his skin quickly dried up, and his eyes shot out two bright white lights, sweeping towards Ning Fan.
Being swept by this white light, Ning Fan felt his body gradually stiffen, and his skin showed signs of tree transformation, with a layer of white bark rising up, as if he was about to turn into a wooden puppet.
Ning Fan had looted Guanghan City and had seen many tree clan spells. He knew that the old man was using a very powerful pupil technique in the tree world.
This technique is called the 'Eye of Transformed Wood', and it is the secret technique of the Huamu clan. If you practice this technique to the highest level, you can turn a monk into a tree with just one look.
This technique is extremely difficult to practice, but this old man with white eyes can master it. It's a good chance.
With Taixu's cultivation level, this white-eyed old man can use the art of transforming trees to turn all the Chongxu monks into trees with just one look.
But if you want to use this technique to transform Ning Fan, it is not enough.
"break!"
Ning Fan's magic power was swayed, and pieces of tree bark peeled off his body. His body returned to normal and his tree transformation was broken.
Immediately he took a step forward, white light flashed on his right arm, and a silver arm armor appeared. His body straightened up. He reached for the eyes of the white-eyed old man!
This blow did not activate the offensive magical power of the White Tiger Arm Armor. Rao is so. The power of one blow is comparable to that of a physical cultivation blow from the fourth level of the Golden Body!
"Shenxuan Spiritual Equipment!" Everyone in the hall was shocked.
The old man with white eyes was shocked. He didn't expect Ning Fan's physical body to be so powerful, nor did he expect Ning Fan to hold the Divine Mystical Spirit Equipment.
He is a puppet master. He is proficient in puppetry, and most of his magical powers are connected to puppets. His physical body alone cannot take Ning Fan's blow.
He didn't have time to think too much, so he took half a step back, patted the storage bag, and took out countless puppets.
In an instant, 16 peak-level god-transformation puppets appeared in the main hall, all arrayed in front of the white-eyed old man.
The white-eyed old man then took out a formation plate and activated it. A huge silver-white formation appeared at the feet of the 16 puppets, and wisps of formation light connected the bodies of all the puppets.
At the same time, 16 puppets punched at the same time, the array light flashed, and the fist lights merged into one!
"Wood Puppet Array!"
16 puppets in one blow. The array light integrated into the puppet array turned into a brilliant fist light, as powerful as a Taixu blow.
Ning Fan's eyes were slightly sharp, and he turned his claws into fists and punched the puppet array. He activated the magical power of the white tiger arm armor and shot out a white tiger fist light.
Xushu, White Tiger!
With one blow after another, the puppet formation shattered into pieces, and the entire city of Yiyi shook violently. The palace hall shuddered, and all the palaces and pavilions that stretched for hundreds of miles turned into ashes and dissipated.
The entire city of Yiyi was filled with the roar of white tigers, and countless monks were in shock, frightened by this terrifying fluctuation of fighting skills.
After a long time, the shaking in the city stopped and the smoke dispersed.
Ning Fan put away his fist and stood with his hands behind his back. The old man with white eyes was holding his chest, his breath was disordered, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with shock.
The 16 god-like puppets summoned by the old man were all blown to pieces by Ning Fan, with no possibility of repair!
He took a pill and suppressed the injury. His eyes showed fear and he did not dare to look at Ning Fan.
He is no match for Ning Fan!
He knew in his heart that if there were not 16 puppets blocking the way, he would definitely be hit by Ning Fan's white tiger fist light, and he would be killed or injured...
In this duel, it seemed that the old man with white eyes was not too far behind, but in fact he was defeated.
Ning Fan just used his spiritual equipment to punch, without spending too much mana and energy, and he was still in a state of ease.
The white-eyed old man lost 16 puppets at the peak of his transformation into a god...this was almost all of his puppets!
The puppet master who loses his puppet means that his magical power is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical skills. If he continues to fight with Ning Fan, he will definitely lose.
After losing so many puppets, the white-eyed old man no longer dared to go to Tanggu to hunt the tree king. Without the puppets by his side, the risk was too great.
At this moment, he must collect materials again to refine the puppet...
"Hmph! Lu Dao's friendly approach! I'm not as skilled as others, and I don't have the shame to fight for tasks here. Farewell!"
The white-eyed old man snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a fleeing light, leaving Jumang Country directly...
Tang Xiong took a deep look at Ning Fan, and he wondered if he could receive that White Tiger punch without injury. He thought to himself, Ning Fan really has amazing magical powers.
Tang Xiong secretly guessed that this punch might not be Ning Fan's strongest magical power.
Once the white-eyed old man left, probably none of the remaining eight puppet masters could be a match for Ning Fan.
"If anyone else wants to compete with Lu for a task, please come forward and teach me." Ning Fan glanced at the remaining eight puppet masters.
Being caught by Ning Fan's gaze, the four Chongxu and three Taixu puppet masters were all worried.
As puppet masters, they rely on puppets to fight. Without the puppet, you are useless.
Seeing that Ning Fan's Shenxuan Arm Armor was so domineering, destroying 16 puppets at the peak of divine transformation with one punch, how could they dare to take out the puppets and fight Ning Fan.
Their puppet skills are not as strong as the white-eyed old man, and their puppets are not as many as the white-eyed old man. Even the white-eyed old man is no match for Ning Fan.
If they fight Ning Fan, they will most likely end up with all their puppets destroyed...
For a moment, everyone was silent.
The four Chongxu puppet masters shook their heads and sighed, turned around and left, giving up on this mission. Although the puppets refined by Master Wan Changkong are rare. But it would be too unworthy to lose all your wealth for a voyeuristic puppet.
The three Taixu puppet masters each snorted coldly and glared at Ning Fan resentfully. In the end, no one dared to take action again, and they all walked away.
Only the girl in green clothes showed struggle and did not leave immediately.
She bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something, but sighed slightly and left after all.
In the end, only Ning Fan and Tang Xiong were left on the ruins of the palace hall.
Tang Xiong sighed. More than ten sound-transmitting flying swords were sent across the city. Please inform all subordinates not to be nervous. The previous fluctuations in fighting skills were not due to someone attacking Yiyi City, but just fighting skills.
He pointed a finger, and the magic power of Mu Xing spread for hundreds of miles, and a giant tree grew again on the ground. The heart of the tree was hollowed out and turned into a brand new palace.
"I wonder when you will enter Tang Valley to kill the Tree King and complete the mission?" Tang Xiong asked very politely.
"When night falls, I will enter Yugu... and say goodbye!"
Ning Fan took away the mission jade slip, clasped his fist slightly at Tang Xiong, turned into a ray of light, and flew out of the city.
The reason why he chose to enter Yugu at night was because the tree demons could heal themselves with the help of sunlight during the day and were quite difficult to deal with.
Kill the tree king at night. The difficulty is slightly less.
Ning Fan left Yiyi City and headed eastward. He traveled about 30 million miles before he flew outside Tang Valley and stopped his flight. Standing on the top of a tree mountain, quietly waiting for nightfall.
It was already sunset, the evening breeze was blowing on my face, and the sun was setting.
Ning Fan felt calm in his heart. He was not afraid of the Vine Emperor's pursuit, nor was he afraid of offending the nine puppet masters.
The mission jade slip contained a map of Tang Valley, and Ning Fan carefully planned in his mind how to kill the two tree kings who had returned to their original cultivation base in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.
There are countless tree demons entrenched in the Tang Valley. These tree demons have low intelligence and fierce personalities. They will attack all monks who enter the valley indiscriminately.
These tree demons have tough bodies and are suitable for being made into puppets. Many puppet masters from Jumang Kingdom like to come to Tanggu to capture tree demons and make puppets...
A few years ago, two tree kings were born in Tang Valley, and they killed many puppet masters who entered Tang Valley... Therefore, the Bamboo King set up this mission to kill the tree kings.
"Puppetry is sometimes very cruel..."
Ning Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly.
When he first heard that someone was killing the puppets of the Mingluoshu tribe, he was very angry.
But after thinking about it repeatedly, I felt that the behavior of killing people and making puppets was completely normal in the world of cultivation.
Ning Fan himself was a demon who had killed countless people, so he was not qualified to blame Wan Changkong for his cruelty.
Wan Changkong's massacre of the Ming Luo clan is no different from Ning Fan's massacre of the Demonic Forest, Xinghai, and Thunder Pagoda...
However, from the perspective of the Ming Luo clan, Ning Fan would eventually hate Wan Changkong.
It has nothing to do with right or wrong. There is no absolute right or wrong in the world...it just has to do with stance.
Ning Fan raised his palm and looked at the white palm, but he knew that it was covered in blood.
He lowered his hands, closed his eyes again, and said silently to himself,
"If one day there are no more enemies in the world, I can give up killing...but that day is too far away."
"Below the nine realms, there are battles. Above the four realms, there are battles. Even the ancient immortal emperors are fighting endlessly... No one can avoid battles. Wherever there are people, there will be battles... "
"Once you step into this blood sea of cultivation, you will never be able to look back..."
When Ning Fan sighed, the dusk became silent.
As the stars rose into the night sky, Ning Fan took a step forward and knew that it was time to head to Tang Valley.
At this moment, a vague murderous intention suddenly rose from behind Ning Fan.
An extremely sharp cyan crystal dagger was pressed against Ning Fan's vest. A petite figure somehow lurked behind Ning Fan and launched a sneak attack on Ning Fan.
"You finally showed up? Lu is very curious as to why you are so obsessed with the Ming Luo Puppet despite your mere cultivation." There was no surprise on Ning Fan's face, as if he knew someone was lurking behind him.
"Stop talking nonsense! The Ming Luo puppet must not fall into the hands of a demon like you!" From behind Ning Fan, a girl's voice with some resentment came.
