Ancient Heaven, the nineteenth level of heaven.
An old man in black armor looked for the gate to the twenty-level heaven with a sinister expression on his face.
He walked on the earth, his steps were not fast, but each step could cover a distance of nearly ten million miles.
He is an old monster who spreads demons!
If Ning Fan were here, he would definitely recognize that this person is the Zhaohe Sect Sanmo who escaped before.
"Hmph! Those four-day monks never expected that I would leave and come back! I saw them leaving with my own eyes. Now that Ning Fan has no strong support around him, it is the best time for me to kill him!"
"As long as I kill that junior, my ancestor's anger will be reduced, and I won't be too heavily blamed for Han Nietian's death..."
The man sneered, suddenly stopped, and looked toward the sky.
He noticed a roaring light coming from a very far distance.
If his perception is not bad, the master of the escaping light must be Ning Fan!
"Huh! I've been looking for you for several years, and finally found you!"
The old man sneered, jumped into the sky, and stood in the air.
In the sky, a bloody light came from far to near.
Without saying anything, the old man raised his finger. The world trembled suddenly, and a ten thousand-foot-long finger light pressed towards the man in the bloody light.
With one strike of his finger light, the devil's enlightenment swept into the sky, and wind and smoke rose everywhere.
The old man flicked his sleeves to disperse the smoke and dust in front of him, looked at the scattered blood in the distance, and sneered.
"Are you dead? Now..."
He turned around to leave, preparing to return to the Ancient Demonic Abyss and Zhaohe Sect.
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his vest, and he turned his head in disbelief!
But he saw that the scattered blood light instantly condensed into a sneering blood demon.
The Blood Demon looked at the old man Sanmo as if he were a delicious food, and licked his tongue ferociously.
"enemy..."
laugh!
A bloody sword light flashed, and the blood demon turned into a roaring sword rainbow, directly piercing the body of the old man San Mo, and appeared behind the old man San Mo.
In his hand, he held Old Man Sanmo's storage bag and his soul.
After swallowing the soul in one gulp, he put the storage bag away and the Blood Demon sneered. Escape to the next level.
The next moment, the body of the old man Sanmo suddenly exploded into countless blood mist, and the scene was chilling.
"Running too fast."
A white-haired boy then escaped and smiled sternly. Keep chasing.
...
Ancient Heaven, the ninth heaven.
The monks from the Nine Realms, led by seven Sanxian-level ancestors, are hunting for treasures on this level.
As they walked from the first floor to the ninth floor, they all had shock in their eyes.
The Tianmen was destroyed, leaving only the passage...
Remains everywhere. It's all caused by fighting...
In the first nine floors, there is almost no living person from the Immortal Burial Clan.
Such strange things have frightened many old monsters who have entered the ancient heaven many times.
Someone destroyed Tianmen, and someone slaughtered layer after layer of Immortal Burial Clan members... who was it!
Is it really Ning Fan?
Besides Ning Fan, could there be anyone else!
"This generation of Rain Emperor is truly a terrifying figure..."
Several Loose Immortal-level old monsters gathered together again and sighed at each other.
Because Ning Fan fought everywhere, the ruins of the ancient heaven showed signs of spatial instability.
This time, the Ancient Heavenly Court may be closed early.
"According to what I see, there is no need to go to the tenth level of heaven. I will turn back and prepare to leave the ruins of heaven. I have a bad premonition. I wonder if all fellow Taoists feel this way..."
"What a coincidence. I've been feeling restless lately. I always feel like a lot of things are going to happen. I'm afraid a disaster is coming here. We really should leave early."
"What fellow Taoist said is true. Let's go, I'll go back the same way..."
While everyone was talking, two roaring bloody lights suddenly came closer from far away.
In an instant, the seven powerful Sanxian-level men all showed horrified expressions. All the old monsters of Broken Void suddenly raised their heads and looked at the sky in the distance in disbelief.
Among the two escaping lights, the first one was a demon with blood wrapped around his body, and the second one was. He is a white-haired boy.
The evil aura on that blood demon was so terrifying that he had killed countless Sanxian and Suixu. A trace of evil aura was enough to make everyone here feel terrified.
There was an invisible sense of oppression on him.
Old Red Emperor and seven other Sanxian-level ancestors met the eyes of this blood demon. There was a shuddering feeling.
It seemed as if this blood demon wanted to kill him and others, but it was easy.
"It's Brother Ning!" Liu Haoyue said solemnly, with a worried look in his eyes.
He was the first to recognize that this blood demon was Ning Fan, and he also saw at a glance that Ning Fan's current state was very abnormal.
It's just that the blood demon escaped too fast, millions of miles away from everyone in an instant, but he didn't give Liu Haoyue a chance to ask.
When they heard that the blood demon was actually Ning Fan, everyone present was shocked.
Looking at the white-haired young men chasing the blood demon from behind, they all looked pale!
Destiny! That white-haired boy was actually a life immortal!
And the moment they looked at the white-haired boy, the white-haired boy had already targeted everyone here with murderous intent!
There were even two Demon Realm Suixu, who were directly taken away by the white-haired young man through the air and eaten alive.
"It's delicious!" The white-haired boy held back his light and continued to chase the blood demon in no hurry.
He stood in the air, looked at the Nine Realms Broken Void under his feet, licked his tongue, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips.
His eyes were so evil and cold, which made everyone including the seven Sanxian-level ancestors feel terrified.
He stepped slightly into the sky, and he set up a barrier for thousands of miles around, and no one could escape!
"Who is the senior, and why did you kill me, the demon monk?" An ancestor of the demon demon mustered up the courage to say.
"Who am I, do you have the right to know? Just a piece of bait, too many words!" The white-haired boy took a photo from the air, took the San Demon Ancestor into his hand, opened his mouth and sucked it, and swallowed the San Demon Ancestor into the belly.
hiss!
A chill rose in everyone's hearts!
That was an ancestor of the Scattering Demon, and he was eaten directly by this immortal without any resistance!
"Unexpectedly, there is a destiny immortal in the ancient heaven! And this destiny immortal is actually a terrifying demon!"
"Go quickly! I'm waiting to leave quickly!"
"I can't leave... A barrier has been planted for thousands of miles. We will die if we wait..."
Each of the old monsters Suixu showed signs of despair. This white-haired young man was a dignified Immortal of Destiny!
In front of a real immortal, Suixu has nothing to lose! All the people here combined are not enough to block this white-haired boy's blow...
"Let's fight..." Old Red Emperor sighed loudly and took a step forward.
Today is a certain death situation. Only by taking a chance can there be a chance of survival.
Liu Haoyue smiled bitterly. I'm afraid I'm going to die here today.
laugh! laugh! laugh!
The sound of countless sword rays breaking through the air spread across the sky, stretching for thousands of miles.
But seeing the blood covering the sky, all the barriers within thousands of miles have been broken.
But Ning Fan, who transformed into a blood demon, came back and came to help Liu Haoyue and others.
Ning Fan gritted his teeth. Try your best to suppress the evil thoughts in your heart.
He was indifferent to the life and death of everyone here. Only Liu Haoyue was his friend, but he could not ignore death.
"Oh? You still dare to come back, not knowing whether to live or die."
The white-haired boy licked his tongue. Without looking at everyone here, he glanced at Ning Fan coldly and chased after him.
Ning Fan took a deep look at Liu Haoyue, said nothing, and continued to escape to the next level.
He could have abandoned Liu Haoyue and others in exchange for more time to escape, but in the end he could not abandon Liu Haoyue.
After forcibly breaking the white-haired boy's barrier, Ning Fan's body became even weaker, and his escape speed was greatly reduced. He was almost caught up by the white-haired boy several times.
"Huh... We have saved our lives for the time being... Emperor Niyunyu saved us..." Each of the old monsters Suixu felt relieved. His face was extremely complex.
Liu Haoyue clenched her fists, closed her eyes and sighed.
He could see that it was extremely difficult for Ning Fan to escape the pursuit of the white-haired boy.
He turned back just to save himself... This feeling of sympathy made the blood surge in Liu Haoyue's chest.
When he opened his eyes again, murderous intent was in them.
"I can't help Brother Ning now! But if the Immortal of Destiny dares to hurt Brother Ning, Liu will spend his whole life and avenge Brother Ning at all costs!"
The eighth floor. The seventh floor, the sixth floor...
Ning Fan's consciousness gradually became clear, but because his body was too weak, it was difficult to maintain the state of military disarmament. Because the demonic thoughts are scattered.
This is not good news...
His escape speed became slower and slower, and he was finally caught up by the white-haired boy on the second level of heaven.
Putting his escape light away, Ning Fan looked coldly at the white-haired boy in front of him, holding the sword in his hand.
The white-haired boy squinted his eyes and looked at Ning Fan motionlessly. He smiled and said, "Why don't you run away, junior? Your body seems to have reached its limit, the evil thoughts have eroded deeply, and the body has long been in pieces. No matter how strong your recovery is, you can't continue to use that desperate swordsmanship."
"I admire you very much. I will hand over those two girls. I will pardon your sin of massacring the Buried Immortal. I will spare your life and accept you as a slave. I will also appoint you as the Grand Ancestor of the Buried Immortal. I will fight with you for four days. ,how?"
The white-haired boy looked at Ning Fan quietly. In his opinion, Ning Fan was not a fool and should be able to see the difference between them.
In this case, it would be wise to hand over the two girls to protect themselves. Cultivation is inherently a selfish thing.
"..." Ning Fan said nothing, he was too weak to speak.
He just replied with cold eyes to the white-haired boy that he could not hand over Mingque and Mu Weiliang.
"Is this your answer... What a pity. Talents like you are rare."
The figure of the white-haired young man suddenly faded. In an instant, Ning Fan was filled with warning signs. He gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the soldier's stance. A faint bloody light appeared all over his body. He raised his finger with his sword, turned around and slashed towards the back.
"The power of this sword light is no longer 30% less than the original 30%, but even if you use this sword at its peak, you will not be able to hurt me even half a cent. Destroy..."
The white-haired boy suddenly appeared behind Ning Fan. He raised his finger and an unimaginable force of collapse immediately swept across the entire sky!
Large areas of the sky began to collapse, seemingly unable to withstand the power of the white-haired boy's finger!
The soldier's sword light collapsed suddenly, along with the blood light all over Ning Fan's body.
Ning Fan's eyes were shocked. He had a premonition that if he didn't avoid it, he would definitely fall under this finger!
This white-haired boy is too powerful. Although he only shows his Immortal cultivation, his sense of oppression is more terrifying than that of Emperor Xia!
When he was about to die, Ning Fan swayed and escaped into the Xuanyin world.
"Zhongqianjiebao?" The white-haired boy frowned.
As soon as he entered Xuanyin Realm, Ning Fan suddenly fell to the ground of Xuanyin Realm, coughing up blood.
Luo You looked pale, hurried to Ning Fan, picked him up, and said bitterly, "That man's true cultivation level is that of a quasi-emperor... He is too strong. Even when I was in my prime, I couldn't be like him. enemy, you are no match for him..."
"I know..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly, how could he not see how powerful the white-haired boy was.
Bury the ancestor of the immortal clan in a dignified manner. The majestic quasi-emperor is a powerful person, even if he is above the four heavens, he is also a person who can call the wind and rain.
If possible, he would not want to provoke such a powerful enemy who wanted something outside of Ning Fan. After Ning Fan weighs it, he will hand it over in full.
Only Mingque and Mu Weiliang could not be handed over to him by Ning Fan.
He could only hide in the Xuanyin world for three months. After three months, he would eventually leave this world and confront this person.
By then, this person may have blocked the sky, and he will have no chance of escape.
He could not stay in Xuanyin Realm for long, he had to go out immediately and escape towards the first level.
Just try again. Then you can leave the ancient heaven!
"Disarm the troops!"
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood red and he transformed into a blood demon. He left the Xuanyin Realm in an instant and escaped towards the first level of the Tianmen without saying a word.
The white-haired boy originally wanted to set up a barrier here and wait for Ning Fan to leave the world of Zhongqian Realm Treasure.
The Middle Thousand World is the Immortal Emperor's Cave, and it is not something that just Broken Six cultivators can stay in for a long time.
The white-haired boy knew that it wouldn't be long before Ning Fan would be broken and leave the Zhongqian World. He can kill them.
I thought that Ning Fan would heal his wounds in the Zhongqian Realm, but he never thought that he just dodged a blow in the World of Realm Treasures and immediately left the World of Realm Treasures. Run for your life again.
It may seem unwise, but it is actually a wise move.
"It's a pity that this person can't be used by me. In this case, it is useless to keep him."
The white-haired boy said coldly to himself, taking one step forward and becoming a million people!
Millions of clones each sneered. They moved towards Ning Fan and blocked all of Ning Fan's paths.
Ning Fan's expression changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but was knocked back by a white-haired clone.
"Can't we escape..." Ning Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes completely crazy.
He looked at the million clones of the white-haired boy with awe and fearlessness, just like he looked at the Immortal Emperor of Palm in his previous life!
If you can't escape, even if you risk your life, this person will pay a heavy price!
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
There was a crazy obsession in his eyes, and there was an unfathomable power in that obsession, which actually frightened the white-haired boy for a moment.
Suppressing this ridiculous emotion, the white-haired boy took a step forward and coldly ordered Ning Fan,
"Hand over those two women! My patience has been exhausted!"
Ning Fan didn't say anything, and lit the first drop of Fuli's ancestral blood, followed by the second drop, the third drop, and the fourth drop!
He ignited the first drop of Mo Luo's ancestral blood, then the second drop, the third drop, and the fourth drop!
Finally, he ignited the soul!
His aura was erratic, sometimes it was from the Sixth Level of Shattering Void, sometimes it was that of a Life Immortal, and sometimes it was infinitely close to a True Immortal!
The white-haired boy's eyes changed drastically, and he suddenly took back the million clones and took half a step back.
"The ancestral blood of the demon clan! The ancestral blood of the demon clan! You have burned eight drops of ancestral blood in total. Are you a lunatic? Do you know the consequences of doing this!"
With eight drops of ancestral blood burning together, Ning Fan might be able to gain the strength to severely injure the white-haired boy, but his own cultivation is limited and he cannot withstand the power of eight drops of ancestral blood, and he will definitely die afterwards!
Ning Fan even ignited his soul! He was warning the white-haired boy that he was no longer prepared to live, he was just trying his best!
If he gives up his life, he will definitely make the white-haired boy pay a heavy price!
"Hey, it seems that I have to take action. If I don't take action, you, this junior, will die here..."
A long sigh suddenly appeared next to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan suddenly looked around and saw an old man in a gray cloak standing beside him!
The old man put the spiritual cloak into his body and revealed his true appearance.
Dressed in gray clothes, his face and body were covered with demon patterns. His pale hair was tied up in an ancient demon style, with many pigtails hanging down from his temples.
His gaze was as deep as the Nine Netherworlds, bottomless.
The old man put a hand on Ning Fan's shoulder, and the soul and ancestral blood that Ning Fan had ignited were immediately extinguished one by one.
"I am the Great Elder of the Ancient Mingque Clan, Tai Wu! I am of the same lineage and have been the slaves of Princess Sicang since ancient times. You don't have to worry that I will harm you! I will handle it here!"
From the very beginning, Tai Wu followed Ning Fan secretly, carefully protecting Ming Que.
At first, he was very displeased when he saw Ming Que and Ning Fan being so close, wondering how his master could be so close to a junior from Broken Sixth Generation.
Later, when he saw that Ning Fan fought decisively and would rather die than hand over Ming Que, he already admired this young man.
In the end, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that Ning Fan actually had eight drops of ancestral blood! I was shocked to realize that Ning Fan was not an object in the pool!
Eight drops of ancestral blood, four demons and four demons, and those four drops of demon blood are actually the ancestral blood of the forbidden clan... This person's identity is too terrifying!
The white-haired boy is the body of a demon, and is not a demon. It is still impossible to determine the type of ancestral blood of the demon clan.
Tai Wu can never be mistaken!
The ancient Mingque tribe is one of the very few big tribes who know the information about Fuli!
Help away!
The identity of Fuli's ancestor with four drops of ancestral blood is enough to associate with his master.
The master seems to value Ning Fan very much. In this case, Tai Wu cannot just sit back and ignore Ning Fan when he is in trouble.
"Who are you! Do you want to hinder me?" the white-haired boy said coldly.
"Ancient Burial, you don't need to put on airs in front of me. When I was in charge of the Ancient Mingque Clan, you were just a useless elixir."
Taiwu's eyes showed disdain and he took a step forward!
Taking the first step, his cultivation level was upgraded from Sanxian to Lifexian!
Taking the second step, his cultivation level was instantly upgraded from Life Immortal to True Immortal!
Taking the third step, his cultivation was only one step away from the Immortal Emperor!
After three steps, the entire ancient heaven seemed to collapse, shaking violently.
A pressure as heavy as a mountain pressed down on the white-haired boy's head. In an instant, he was so suppressed that he vomited blood and retreated!
"How...how is it possible!" Gu Zang's expression changed drastically!
How could he not see that the old man in gray in front of him was far more powerful than him!
Not to mention that something unexpected happened to his resurrection at this moment, only the Immortal Cultivation of Life. Even in his prime, with quasi-emperor cultivation, his strength was inferior to this person!
"You dare to take the initiative to kill me, you deserve to be killed! Open the Ancient Hell Wheel!"
Tai Wu pointed his finger, and a huge ring as dark as the underworld suddenly appeared in the sky!
Outside the ring, a second ring appeared!
Countless ancient sounds of chanting demon sutras came from the ring!
Ning Fan's eyes were shocked! This technique is the spirit wheel technique of the ancient demon clan!
What Taiwu used was the Ancient Mingque Clan’s Minglun!
The two underworld wheels rotated, and a black beam of light with a diameter of one million feet fell from the sky, covering the white-haired boy in it.
In just an instant, the white-haired boy was frozen into black ice.
Throughout the thirty-three days of Ancient Heaven, starting from the first day, all the interfaces were frozen and reduced to a world of black ice!
The slight hint of coldness in the air almost made Ning Fan's blood freeze!
"This is the power of the spirit wheel!" Ning Fan's eyes were shocked again.
Taiwu looked at the dead ancient burial, snorted coldly, and put away the spirit wheel.
Turning his head and looking at Ning Fan, he showed a friendly smile and said, "Young man, you can call Mingque out now. This place is already safe."
Ning Fan took half a step back, his eyes guarded, but he did not summon the bright sparrow.
The person in front of me may really be a member of the Ancient Mingque Clan, but whether the enemy is a friend or not, it is impossible to tell yet.
Are all friends within the same clan? Who told you that?
"Uh... I'm very wary, little friend..." Tai Wu smiled bitterly, feeling even more satisfied with Ning Fan in his heart.
It would be foolish for Ning Fan to let Mingque out just when he saw a member of the Mingque tribe.
"But I have a way to make you trust me..." Taiwu closed his eyes, stirred the slave mark in his blood, and muttered something.
Not long after, Mingque's overjoyed voice suddenly came from Yuan Yao's jade,
"Brother Biscuit! Let me out quickly! I have a slave who came to me. He said he brought me a lot of delicious food! Hum! If there is not enough delicious food, I will directly activate the slave seal and torture him to death. !" (To be continued.)
