With Ning Fan hugging her waist tightly, Tan Zixin's cheeks were instantly covered with red clouds.
Only then did she see that Taigong Diao, who had transformed into a weapon spirit, had actually transformed into a demon and wanted to kill her!
Knowing that Ning Fan was saving her, Tan Zixin did not break away from Ning Fan's arms, nor did she blame Ning Fan for being frivolous. Instead, she was very grateful to Ning Fan for his generous action.
If Ning Fan hadn't rescued her, she would have died in Taigong Diao's surprise attack.
Ning Fan retreated continuously, and the purple gold Yuan Wing transformed from Tai Gong Diao also spread its wings and chased after him. His speed was not inferior to Ning Fan, and was even a little faster than Ning Fan.
In the blink of an eye, he was about to be caught by the giant claws of the Purple Gold Yuan Wing.
Ning Fan suddenly stopped his steps, and a vast demonic power rose in his left eye.
"It's just a nefarious thing, you don't know how to advance or retreat, you're looking for death! Illusion!"
Chapter 650: Zuo Mu climbed up. In just one step, he rose to the height of the third level of Broken Void, and his aura was two points stronger than that of ordinary Broken Third cultivators!
This is the benefit brought by the promotion of spiritual thoughts. With the improvement of spiritual thoughts, the strength of the soul incarnation increases greatly, and Ning Fan's combat power also increases!
Ning Fan, who was transformed into black, seemed to have become a domineering and cold devil.
If the Huanglong Clan were a little stronger, Ning Fan would still be a little afraid of them.
It's a pity that the Huanglong clan is just a small clan in the upper world and cannot be feared at all!
Its threat is even far inferior to that of the White Demon Sect, nor is it even inferior to the Qiong Dao Sect after cultivating in this life!
Ning Fan didn't waste any time. He took a step forward and his whole body turned into shadows of ink.
At the moment when this magical power was displayed, Cheng Huang felt a sense of mortal danger in his heart, and without hesitation, he retreated and summoned a deep yellow dragon scale to protect his body.
The next moment, Mo Ying, like a sword, suddenly appeared in all directions and strangled him!
"This... what kind of magical power is this? No! My dragon scales are not enough to protect against this technique!"
As soon as this thought arose in his mind, all the dragon scales on his body turned into powder and disappeared.
His physical body was unreservedly under the attack of the Moliu Distraction Technique!
Chenghuang had just broken through Broken Three, and his realm was not yet stable. His strength is far inferior to that of the old monster from Donglin.
Ning Fan's spiritual consciousness has greatly increased. His strength has greatly increased, compared to when he defeated the old monster from Donglin. Much stronger!
In the midst of the numerous ink shadows, Chenghuang suddenly screamed, and his body was chopped into pieces by the ink shadows.
He was afraid, afraid!
He couldn't even imagine it. In the lower demon world, there are ants who dare to attack me! Dare to offend the Huanglong clan!
"Bai Mu, stop immediately. If you dare to kill me, there will no longer be a place for you in the demon world!" Chenghuang Dan threatened with trembling fear.
His threat was of no importance to Ning Fan, because Ning Fan did not need to gain a foothold in the demon world.
"Destroy!"
The ink shadow condensed again. Ning Fan appeared and Cheng Huang screamed, turning into a puddle of flesh and mud, staining the beautiful Golden Lotus Pond into filth.
Ning Fan collected Chenghuang's storage bag. He glanced briefly and frowned slightly, but there was nothing in it that could make him interested.
After dispersing his body in black clothes and retreating from the soul-drawing technique, Ning Fan said calmly to Tan Zixin, "Let's go to see the old Yuan Emperor."
Ning Fan killed countless people along the way, and Cheng Huang was just one of them who was not worth mentioning.
"You...you will get into trouble if you kill him! There is an order from the upper world that the Mingxian cannot go down to the world. The Huanglong Ancestor cannot go down to the world, but there are several scattered demons in the Huanglong clan who can go down to the demon world to avenge this person... "
At this moment, Tan Zixin was not concerned about Chenghuang's death, but Ning Fan's safety. Even she herself didn't realize this.
"I know, so I killed him. Have you forgotten the scattered demons of the Huanglong clan? Did you fish them for my grandpa? They are the dragon-suppressing treasure, the scattered demons and yellow dragons. I will kill as many as they come. "
"You, you..." Tan Zixin was speechless. Apart from Ning Fan, no one in the lower realm had dared to look down on the upper realm clans like this.
The fishing rod she made for Ning Fan seems to be about to become Ning Fan's weapon to destroy the Huanglong clan...
"Let's find someone to clean up the Jinhe Pond...Senior?"
Ning Fan suddenly spoke to the deserted place beside him.
Tan Tianyan was startled and slowly appeared. He had already arrived at the Golden Lotus Pond.
Tan Tianyan had always been dissatisfied with those wealthy upper-world people who thought highly of themselves, and wanted to help Ning Fan when he was in danger and block Chenghuang's attack.
I never thought that Ning Fan would take away Cheng Huang's life just by meeting him...
"I will send people to clean this place, and I will try my best to cover up your murder of Cheng Huang... But you know, the Huanglong clan has a secret skill. If the Huanglong clan kills someone, as long as they die, they should silently recite the name of the murderer in their heart , the name will be passed back to the clan... At this moment, most of the Huanglong clan knows that there is a Baimu in the lower realm, and one of the twelve dragon sons who killed them may be captured by Suixu or even Sanyao in the lower realm in the near future. Yours. I wonder if Chenghuang ever called your name when he died..."
The old Yuan Huang showed a trace of concern.
"Just shout, it won't be a problem." Ning Fan said disapprovingly.
Even if Chenghuang shouted something, it would probably be the word "白木".
His real name has not been revealed, so who in the Huanglong clan can know that the murderer is the God Emperor of the Rain Realm.
"Thank you, senior, for lending me the jade. I have gained a lot of enlightenment from the Immortal Ascension Tower. I came here today to check on my injury and find a solution, so that I can repay the debt my senior borrowed from me."
Ning Fan patted the storage bag, took out the Yuanhuang Jade, and returned it to the old Yuanhuang.
His eyes swept over the old Yuanhuang and sank slightly.
The old Yuan Huang's injury was much more serious than he expected...
...
The upper realm, the land of demon spirits, the Huanglong clan.
In the clan temple, one of the twelve dragon sons' life tablets suddenly shattered!
The broken life tablet belongs to Chenghuang!
"Why is Chenghuang dead? Who can tell me what's going on!"
Huang Long, a loose demon who was guarding the clan temple, was furious!
Chenghuang is his descendant! Who is so bold as to kill his juniors!
Shiraki! What kind of bastard is Bai Mu? He wants to find this person and cut him into pieces!
