Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention of blaming him, Elder Lu breathed a sigh of relief, put his sword in the box, put on a smile, and said politely to Ning Fan, "The Immortal Lord of Rain is here today, but are you here to find the young master?"
"Yes. You don't need to protect us here anymore. Please step back today."
Ning Fan retracted the five fairy swords of rain, the rain stars between his eyebrows flashed slightly, and the look he looked at Elder Lu gave Elder Lu a feeling of panic.
He was an old monster who had half-stepped into the Shekong Realm, but he felt a hint of crisis from Ning Fan at this moment.
It’s not the sense of crisis brought about by external objects, but the sense of crisis brought about by Ning Fan’s own strength!
Elder Lu swallowed his saliva, thinking that Ning Fan was indeed a strong man who had broken through the twenty-four tombs. Although he was a ghost, his strength was unfathomable.
He can't get through the twenty-four tombs... After all, the twenty-four tombs have the tomb owners of the Shekong Realm. If Ning Fan can get through, his strength is naturally superior to his...
"Haha, since the Rain Immortal Lord doesn't want me to disturb you here, I will temporarily retire."
Elder Lu was a sensible person, and he exchanged a few words with Ning Fan before saying goodbye and leaving.
Ning Fan was the only one left on the short mountain. He looked at the palace at the foot of the mountain, smiled slightly, and appeared directly in the palace in a flash.
This palace only has a formation to isolate spiritual thoughts, but there is no formation to block entry and exit.
In the little demon girl's palace, there are many female disciples with low cultivation levels serving her here.
As soon as they saw Ning Fan coming, several Nascent Soul female cultivators who did not know Ning Fan immediately stopped Ning Fan and wanted to question him, but were stopped by other female cultivators who knew Ning Fan's identity.
"He is the Immortal Lord of Rain! He is qualified to come here!"
"What! He is the Immortal Lord of Rain! Oh, isn't the Immortal Lord of Rain supposed to have a green face and fangs, three heads and eight arms, but he looks like this!"
"Looking harmless to humans and animals, their identity is so terrifying!"
"Hush, be silent! Do you want to save your life? There are some things you shouldn't say nonsense!"
Ning Fan ignored these low-level female cultivators and simply dismissed them temporarily.
He walked towards the little demon girl's bedroom step by step, and smelled a scent of tea outside the bedroom.
It doesn't taste like Kirin tea, it's another kind of spiritual tea... Ning Fan doesn't know much about spiritual tea. But you can also smell that this is a kind of tea that is carefully concentrated.
There was even a sound of chuckle, gently coming out,
"Hee hee. My husband is so majestic. The little girl can't drive away Elder Lu's brown candies no matter how hard I try. My husband just said a word and drove him away. He is worthy of being a descendant of chaos."
Naturally, the little demon girl wouldn't be unaware of the big news of Ning Fan's arrival.
Although the little demon girl was smiling at this moment, she was a little uneasy in her heart.
With her intelligence, she had already vaguely guessed Ning Fan's purpose of coming today... Ning Fan came here because he wanted to eat her up, otherwise there would be no need to send everyone away...
She understood that Ning Fan wanted to help her get rid of her status as a sacrifice, but she was not mentally prepared at all to have sex with someone...
How could you, a witch, be eaten by others so easily?
"Hehe. Ningyu tea calms the mind, clears away heat and relieves fire... Any male cultivator who takes it will not have any sexual desire within three months... If you have sexual desire, you will feel nauseated, vomiting and diarrhea. Certain parts of the body will also become swollen and painful... It is not effective for female cultivators..."
The little enchantress held her fragrant cheek in one hand and fiddled with the red clay stove on the table with her other hand. While cooking Ning Yu tea, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
I believe that after Ning Fan drinks this tea, he will no longer be able to have sex with her. Of course it can't be done...
The moment Ning Fan pushed the door open, the little demon girl put away her evil smile and looked at Ning Fan with a smile, a harmless expression on her face.
After Ning Fan sat across from her, she took out the glass teacup as before. He poured a cup of spiritual tea for Ning Fan.
"Has your husband's injury healed?" The little demon girl blinked her eyes and asked innocently.
"It's healed. Don't worry, Ah Ci." Ning Fan played with the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly, as if he had discovered something, but also as if he had discovered nothing.
"My husband saved me from danger and helped me get rid of my status as a sacrifice. This little girl has nothing to repay, so I can only offer tea instead of wine to give you a toast to my husband!"
The little demon girl calmly drank a cup of spiritual tea by herself, and immediately looked at Ning Fan with beautiful eyes, as if urging him to drink a cup together.
Ning Fan tapped his knuckles lightly on the sandalwood table and looked at the little enchantress with a half-smile.
He doesn't know much about spiritual tea, but his perception of desire is extremely keen...
If you drink this magical tea, the average male cultivator will probably have to hang your head in three months...
"Aci really wants me to drink this cup of spiritual tea?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"Yes, my husband is a little angry. Why don't you drink a cup of spiritual tea to calm it down..." The little enchantress smiled back at Ning Fan with a charming smile.
"Okay, it's time to calm down the fire...but only a cup of spiritual tea seems not enough..."
Ning Fan picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. Ning Yu's tea entered his stomach. It had almost no medicinal effect on Ning Fan who had the bone of six desires.
Seeing Ning Fan drinking the spirit tea, the little demon girl immediately smiled evilly, thinking she had a trick.
Ning Fan stood up with a calm expression, and with a wave of his hand, he set up an isolation formation in the bedroom...
"Hehe, why did you set up a formation in my bedroom? I don't know. I thought you wanted to do something to me..."
At this moment, the little demon girl was not worried at all about what Ning Fan would do to her. In a flash, she was half leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, gently swaying her naked feet.
The snow-white and smooth little feet swayed gently, as if they wanted to deliberately awaken Ning Fan's desire and trigger the spiritual tea to take effect...
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she even stretched out slightly, revealing a large section of white jade-like lotus-rooted arms, and let out a soft cat-like sound, which was extremely seductive...
A pair of black gem-like eyes, as if dripping water, looked at Ning Fan with a half-smile.
"Husband, I feel so uncomfortable, please help!"
On purpose, she definitely did it on purpose.
The little demon girl teased Ning Fan wantonly, trying to arouse Ning Fan's desire and make Ning Yu tea take effect...
She waited to see Ning Fan holding a swollen and sore part, showing slight pain, but this scene seemed to have never appeared...
"You really want to seduce me?"
Ning Fan was still smiling, and he poured another cup of spiritual tea in a hurry and drank it in one gulp.
"Hehe, the little girl has nothing to repay, so she can only promise her with her body. Why hasn't your husband come to pick it up? The little girl feels so uncomfortable..." The little demon girl giggled. But I suddenly felt a bad feeling in my heart...
Before he could figure out where the bad feeling came from, Ning Fan stood up and walked towards the imperial concubine's bed step by step, with a slight look of lust in his eyes. Ning Yu Tea did not take effect...
"Misstep! This tea is actually ineffective on Xiao Fanfan!"
The little demon girl finally understood where her bad feeling came from. She blushed, let out a sigh, and jumped up from the imperial concubine's bed, trying to escape.
It's a pity that I haven't escaped two steps yet. She was imprisoned directly by a pair of iron-like arms. The next moment, she felt her body light up. She was lifted up by Ning Fan, placed on the imperial concubine's bed, and then pressed down...
"Xiao Fanfan, don't!" The little demon girl pushed Ning Fan's chest without tears, but couldn't move it.
He kicked his little foot towards something in Ning Fan's direction, but Ning Fan directly held his ankle. And all the way along the smooth ankle, caressed into the skirt, a soft and smooth touch...
But hearing the sound of clothes breaking, the little demon girl's black skirt immediately shattered into rags on the ground.
As Ning Fan's palm caressed her, her breathing gradually became faster, she gasped again and again, and her pretty face was so red that it could bleed.
"Xiao Fan... Fan... don't... want..." The weak resistance in his hand could not stop what was about to happen.
The petite body was completely imprisoned. I can only sink a little bit...
Her softness was possessed by him, unable to stop it, nor did he want to stop it...
...
In the bedroom. I don't know when it started, but slowly a woman's moans sounded like pain and joy.
It was not until late at night that the low hum gradually disappeared.
The red clay stove on the sandalwood table has long been extinguished, and the room is filled with the smell of miasma...
The little witch is naked. She curled up in Ning Fan's arms like a cat, with a few tears hanging from her brows, sleeping gently.
The muddy place is full of blood, and the blood is bright red and charming...
Ning Fan looked at the little demon girl's tears and was speechless...
These tears are all lies. The first time he conquered her, but the next few times, she was ruthlessly retaliating and plundering him...
Although he had tasted the taste of the little demon girl too many times in his life and death, this time, it was the most real and beautiful...
"Xiao Fanfan... really shameless... worthy of being a descendant of chaos... I like..." the little demon girl muttered in her sleep, and the words she spoke in her sleep made Ning Fan dumbfounded again.
But when Ning Fan looked inside, his eyes became a little serious.
After all the clouds and rain, Ning Fan had a trace of indescribable power in his body.
There was a little more dark matter in his blood...
If there was some extra tribulation blood in his body when he melted the thoughts of tribulation before, then this time, when he had sex with the little demon girl, there was actually a trace of dark blood in his body...
Mobilizing the power of the dark blood in his body, Ning Fan stretched out his palm and thought.
Outside the bedroom, in the night, traces of dark power immediately gathered towards his palm...
"This is...the power of the palm!"
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed. Once there was a trace of dark blood in his body, he could actually activate a trace of the power of the secret Dao Principle!
In the past, he could only rely on the power of Yu Yin and Yang to activate a hint of Yu Dao Principle's palm power. Now, there is another secret Dao Principle!
"This dark blood...could it be the reason why the dark tribe attacked the female cultivator of the Xiao family!"
Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, as if he had some realization.
For the Dark Tribe, the power of Dark Dao Ze's control is definitely considered a treasure.
After dual cultivation, you can gain the dark blood of the female cultivator of the Xiao family, but this dark blood is just a trace...
If the soul of the female cultivator of the Xiao family is refined into wine through the Bell Sacrifice, will it be possible to obtain more dark blood...
Ning Fan put his palms on the little demon girl's delicate body, closed his eyes, and used the power of the medicine soul to sense the situation inside the little demon girl's body.
At this moment, 90% of the original dark blood in the little demon girl's blood has disappeared.
The remaining 10% is evaporating little by little...
Her dark blood was taken away by Ning Fan. From today on, she has no use value to the Dark Tribe...
Ning Fan withdrew the power of the medicine soul, opened his eyes, and looked at the sleeping little demon girl with a complicated expression.
At this moment, he thought of Sen Luo and Xiao Qianyu... Sen Luo seemed to have never understood why Xiao Qianyu was targeted by the dark tribe until his death.
Xiao Qianyu, who risked his life and resurrected, didn't know if there was still dark blood in his body, and he didn't know if he would be targeted by the dark tribe again...
A trace of tiredness came over me. Ning Fan hugged the little demon girl and fell into a deep sleep.
After that, for more than ten days, Ning Fan stayed directly in the Little Demon Girl's dormitory, deliberately making the entire Shenxu Pavilion aware of it. The little witch was no longer perfect and fell into his hands.
At this point, the little demon girl's qualifications as a sacrifice have been completely lost.
On Dongming Star, a menacing black light came from far to near. Stepping on four layers of dark clouds!
Stepping on the dark clouds, there is no doubt that the person coming is a dark tribe monk. He is rampant in Dongming Star, and no one dares to stop him!
This is a young man from the Dark Tribe, with a cultivation level in the middle stage of True Transformation. He came to Shenxu Pavilion with a certain Dark Tribe powerful man to hand over the Dark Chen Fruit.
For some reason, he came straight to the little demon girl's bedroom at this moment. There was actually a hint of anger in his eyes!
He came here just to prove one thing! Verify whether the little witch is no longer perfect and whether the dark blood has been lost!
"Dark Blood, is it really lost?"
"My clan's wine-sharing conference after a thousand years can't be held as scheduled!"
"Without dark blood, even if I become emperor one day, I will not be able to take the throne!"
"So what if he is the descendant of the ancients! Why should we be afraid of a disciple of a dead person! The ancestor of the clan has been cultivating Taoism for too many years, and his courage is getting weaker and weaker!"
"Not only did I give up ten Dark Chen Fruits, but I also gave away the Dark Blood. It's hateful!"
The young man came galloping all the way, when he was approaching the palace. But he was stopped by a slash of sword light.
The one who stopped him was Elder Lu.
"Dark Clan Monk!" Elder Lu was slightly shocked, but he still took action to stop the Dark Clan young man.
"Who are you, sir, and why did you break into the palace of the young master of Shenxu Pavilion!" Elder Lu asked in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
With Luan Gu frightening away the Dark Tribe, the monks of Shenxu Pavilion are no longer as afraid of the Dark Tribe as they used to be. I have some confidence.
The dark tribe youth frowned, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with being stopped. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and said coldly, "I, An Wuya! The ninth young emperor of the dark tribe!"
"The Ninth Young Emperor!"
Hearing this, Elder Lu's eyes were immediately shocked.
People who obtain the status of Young Emperor of the Dark Tribe are generally expected to achieve the position of Immortal Emperor in this life.
This An Wuya was actually the ninth young emperor of the An tribe, but Elder Lu did not dare to neglect him.
"You, stand down! I want to see Xiao Qianci!" An Wuya said in a domineering tone.
Elder Lu frowned slightly, but did not retreat, nor did he say anything to anger An Wuya. He just showed with actions that he would not give way.
"Seeking death! Dark magic, heaven collapse!"
An Wuya snorted coldly, grabbed it with his five fingers, and countless black cracks immediately tore open in the sky.
Between the heaven and the earth, millions of black crows suddenly appeared. Once they appeared, they immediately ignited one by one.
The sound of a collapse of the sky spread immediately, and at the moment when the sky was torn apart, a giant claw of darkness grabbed hard from the crack in the sky and rushed straight towards Elder Lu.
Elder Lu's eyes darkened, and he immediately slashed out the Houtian Immortal Sword. The sword technique changed, and the sky was filled with sword light.
The sword light and the dark claws collided with each other, and they collapsed and melted, which was extremely weird.
An Wuya snorted disdainfully, and the giant claws of An immediately shattered into countless crow shadows and struck towards Elder Lu.
Elder Lu opened a sword net and tried to block the impact of the black crows, but the black crows actually penetrated directly through the sword net and rushed into Elder Lu's body.
The moment the black crow entered the body, An Wuya's fingerprints changed, and countless black crows immediately detonated inside Elder Lu's body.
In just an instant, Elder Lu, who had half-stepped into the Shekong Realm, was seriously injured by An Wuya who was in the middle stage of Duzhen. His face was extremely shocked!
"The body of Dark Crow!" Elder Lu said in shock.
If An Wuya hadn't possessed such an astonishing physique, it would have been impossible to defeat him with his mid-level Duzhen cultivation.
The huge fluctuations in fighting skills immediately shocked countless monks in the sect.
Even Ning Fan and the little demon girl in the palace were also alarmed.
Countless Zongge disciples looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the dignified Elder Lu would be defeated by a middle-level Duzhen.
Even though this mid-level Duzhen came from the Dark Clan, the combat power he displayed was truly shocking.
Ning Fan and the little demon girl walked out of the palace side by side, one dressed in white like a god, the other in a black dress like ink.
As soon as he saw the two of them walking out, An Wuya's eyes immediately darkened.
The little demon girl's aura at this moment was obviously not that of a virgin... This meant that her dark blood had indeed been taken away by someone!
An Wuya's eyes then fell on Ning Fan, and he snorted disdainfully.
"Are you the descendant of Luan Gu? The person who ranks first in the tomb ratio of Shenxu Pavilion this year?"
"So what?" Ning Fan frowned slightly and said calmly.
"Fight with me. If you lose, you will die!" An Wuya sneered.
"Not interested in."
Ning Fan grabbed the little demon girl and returned to the palace.
An Wuya waved his hand, and millions of black crows immediately rushed toward Ning Fan with murderous intent.
"The descendants of Luan Gu are nothing more than that! Luan Gu's orthodoxy is not worth mentioning!" An Wuya sneered, revealing his white teeth.
This blow was a killing blow! The clansmen didn't dare to touch Ning Fan, but he wanted to see why Ning Fan couldn't move!
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around suddenly, murderous intent pouring out of his eyes, his body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot.
He can ignore An Wuya's provocation...but An Wuya dares to insult Luangu orthodoxy, and he will not tolerate this!
Although he had never called Luan Gu his master, he had already regarded Luan Gu as his master.
His teacher, no one can humiliate him!
At this moment, the rain star between his eyebrows was directly unblocked!
At this moment, his momentum was almost at the peak of Duzhen!
No one could see clearly how Ning Fan took action, and the shadows of millions of black crows had all collapsed.
A sense of crisis suddenly came over him. Before An Wuya could react, he was suddenly hit by an irresistible force of rain. He immediately felt like being hit hard and vomited blood in the sky before retreating.
A figure in white slowly appeared in front of him.
When he looked at the figure in white again, An Wuya felt a sense of fear in his heart for no reason!
"The ninth young emperor of the Dark Tribe, An Wuya..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and the boundless blood flames immediately extended crazily from under his feet, and the evil force enveloped the world!
"How dare you say what you just said again!"
How dare you!
How dare you! ! !
(1/2)(To be continued.)
