"It's uncle, uncle is back!" Zhao Dieer's biting lips loosened and she shed two lines of tears of joy.
Liu Yan looked at the sky foolishly, and when she saw Ning Fan's figure, her heart immediately felt at ease, "Senior is back..."
The long streets of Tianman City were filled with barbarians. These barbarians were all excited. When they were being chased by the sixth barbarian ancestor and almost despairing, Ning Fan came back!
Ning Fan is back, bringing with him an army of two hundred thousand beasts!
Two hundred thousand wild beasts roared like thunder. Amidst the roar, Ning Fan stepped on the sky-piercing stone under his feet and immediately jumped out and flew straight towards Fan Lianxiu. Fan Lianxiu, who was originally extremely arrogant, immediately ran away!
This scene fell into the eyes of all living beings, and everyone was shocked!
In the sky, the group of cultivators who were still fighting to the death with Fan Lianxiu screamed in surprise.
"Who is this ghost-faced monk! He came here with two hundred thousand beasts! Could it be that he is a powerful demon clan?"
"No, it's not a demon cultivator, it's a human cultivator! I didn't expect that among our human race, there are seniors who can command savage beasts, and there are actually hundreds of thousands of savage beasts under their command!"
"Why did that vicious creature run away? Could it be that it was afraid of this senior ghost!"
There were exclamations.
Teng Nan and Teng Bei stared at each other, but said nothing, quietly watching Ning Fan and Fan Lianxiu chasing and escaping.
The two of them had the cultivation level of broken thoughts, and neither of them could hurt Fan Lianxiu in the slightest. They thought about the cultivation level of the person who came, and actually scared Fan Lianxiu away.
Could this person be the Eternal Immortal? No, it's obviously not the case. The aura this person displays is far less than that of the Broken Thought Realm...
There was a lot of confusion in the eyes of the two of them, but all that confusion turned into shock the moment Ning Fan took action.
"Certainly!"
Ning Fan's escape speed was too fast, with only one flicker, the golden light directly broke through the air, blocking Fan Lianxiu's path thousands of feet, and he pressed forward with his index finger. Within a thousand feet, all the movement of the void storm was immediately frozen.
Space seems to be frozen and time seems to have stopped. Fan Lianxiu was escaping all the way, but suddenly his expression changed drastically. He was unable to move. He was actually frozen in place by Ning Fan's finger!
"The art of fixing the sky by Emperor Dongtian! What is the background of this person? He actually knows this art!" Tengnan and Tengbei were both shocked.
Any monk here who has some eyesight and knows the art of fixing the sky will be shocked.
As soon as Fan Lianxiu was designated, Ning Fan suddenly raised his hand, and the Five Swords of Rain were already hovering in front of him.
He saw at a glance that the blood soul's magical power was weird, so he showed no mercy and directly used the strongest magical power.
Pointing his index finger forward, the five swords immediately caused the rain from heaven and earth, roaring out, directly cutting Fan Lianxiu, who was a blood soul, into six pieces.
"The Sword of Dao! This one is above the five swords. There is actually a trace of the power of Dao."
Not only Tengnan and Tengbei were shocked, but even the two former Eternal Immortal Lords Earth Demon and Iron Crow were moved by it.
After these two people became Ning Fan's slaves, they had seen many amazing things from Ning Fan, but when they saw the light of Dao Ze's sword, they were still a little shocked.
After being shocked, they felt a great sense of regret. The two of them were once immortal immortals. Although their strength has declined, they can still use a little power of Taoism.
When fighting against Fan Lianxiu before. The two also tried to use the power of Tao, but they were unable to hurt Fan Lianxiu at all.
In the eyes of the two of them, although Ning Fanyu's Five Swords were powerful, they wanted to hurt Fan Lianxiu. But it's still not enough.
Sure enough, Fan Lianxiu's body was cut into six parts, but not a drop of blood was shed. A burst of blood light flashed, and the body was reshaped directly in the blood light.
"Even the art of Taoism can't hurt this vicious creature..."
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed and he withdrew the Five Swords of Rain. Fan Lianxiu snorted disdainfully. He said coldly,
"This kind of magical power can hurt others, but it can't hurt my ancestor! The magic of a bull collapsing a mountain!"
Fan Lianxiu narrowed his eyes and stopped running away. He waved his hand to create a mountain of blood and offered it to the sky.
The blood mountain had already risen into the sky, and tens of thousands of fire bulls immediately rushed out from underneath it. They were all phantoms of wild bulls, their iron hooves stepped into the air, and they rushed towards Ning Fan with a rumble.
When he first saw Ning Fan, he ran away because he was afraid of the three powers in Ning Fan's body.
Not running away at this moment showed that Ning Fan didn't know his weaknesses and didn't seem to know how to use these three powers to cause harm to himself.
In this way, all he had to do was kill Ning Fan before he saw through his weakness, and there would be no need to escape.
With Fan Lianxiu's current level of cultivation, a single fire bull is enough to kill Xuan Xuan.
Tens of thousands of fire bulls collided together, and the huge force was definitely enough to easily kill the weaker Shekong.
"This vicious creature ran away as soon as he saw me coming. Before, his eyes were full of fear. But now, it has changed..."
"The Five Swords of Rain can't hurt him. I'm afraid even if the Five Swords of War are summoned, all ten swords will not be able to hurt him. The magical power of this evil creature is so weird, and it can ignore the damage of the law of Tao. No wonder there were hundreds of thousands of monks in the past. Even if we join forces, we can't take him down..."
"I don't know if I use this to refer to my supernatural power, it might hurt him!"
Ning Fan's scarlet eyes suddenly turned into purple eyes, his silver hair turned into black hair, and his white robe turned into black robe.
His ghostly face turned black little by little. At the moment when it turned black, he suddenly raised his finger, pointed it towards Wanhuo Niu, and uttered only two words of indifference and ruthlessness in his mouth.
"Shagu!"
From the moment Ning Fan returned, Fairy Hanwu's beautiful eyes have always been fixed on Ning Fan. She was the one closest to Ning Fan among the women. The moment Ning Fan turned into black, she clearly saw that Ning Fan's eyes became as cold as ice. That coldness made him seem to be completely different. He was like a stranger, and the strangeness made her a little afraid to recognize him.
If she hadn't seen Ning Fan change from white to black with her own eyes, Fairy Han Wu would almost think that Ning Fan in black was another person.
Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua Ancestor arrived late in a spiritual boat together with a group of monks in distress.
As soon as they arrived here, the two of them saw Ning Fan transformed into black clothes, and they both became frightened.
The ancestor of Jinhua, in particular, had the most fear on his face. He had been injured by Ning Fan in black before. He knew very well how terrifying Ning Fan's magical powers were in this state. With just one finger, the cultivation level of a monk could be destroyed. Can be erased!
"This is... the Gui Xu Finger! The Gui Xu Finger of the Fuli clan! Why can this little thief perform this technique!" The Moon Burial Fairy Concubine said nothing, but she was filled with surprise in her heart.
Fuli has been extinct since ancient times. There are very few monks in this world who are qualified to know the name of Fuli. There are even fewer people who can recognize the Guixu finger. And those who can use the Guixu Finger should be dead...
Fuli, they should all be dead...
This little thief. Could it be that he is carrying the bloodline of Fuli? Otherwise, it would never be possible to use the Guixu Pointer...
In the dictionary of the Fuli clan, the word "Nashagu" means "return to the ruins". The magical power Ning Fan is using at this moment is exactly what the Moon Burial Fairy thinks is the "return to the ruins".
This technique. Ning Fan learned it from the old man in black robe. He had a very limited understanding of this technique. Even so, the power of this technique should not be underestimated.
Return to the ruins. Just let everything in the world return to nothingness!
The power of this technique is contrary to the Dao!
In front of the herd of tens of thousands of cattle, billowing black mist suddenly appeared. The black mist rolled towards the fire cattle herd, and the flames on the cattle were immediately extinguished.
One breath and the fire is extinguished!
After three breaths, all the wild bulls screamed miserably, and their bodies rotted away.
Six breaths. All the skin and flesh of the barbarian cows rotted and fell off, leaving only the white skeletons.
Ten breaths later, even the skeletons of the cattle were turned into fly ash and annihilated in the void!
Ten breaths later, this technique is broken!
Ten breaths is also the limit that Ning Fan can use the Return to Ruins Finger now.
He clicked with his index finger and once again fired out countless black mist, rolling toward Fan Lianxiu.
Being caught in the black mist, Fan Lianxiu's cultivation level was revealed. There is actually a downward trend!
One breath, falling for a thousand years!
Ten breaths, thousands of years of decline!
His blood soul body was annihilated bit by bit in the black mist. As soon as ten breaths passed, his cultivation level immediately returned to its original state, and his body also recovered immediately!
"Hiss! What a weird magical power! Fortunately, I didn't understand this technique, otherwise I would have hurt my ancestor's blood soul body!"
"I didn't expect that this child has the power to hurt my ancestor. Not three, but four. No, judging from this child's weirdness, maybe there is a fifth, sixth..."
"You may not be able to kill this kid if you fight any longer, you should still run away!"
Fan Lianxiu's expression changed again, his body swayed, turned into a blood rainbow, and escaped again.
Ning Fan's eyes flashed and he ran after him, but his thoughts were racing in his heart.
"When this vicious creature first saw me, he ran away directly because there was something in me that he was deeply afraid of. He stopped running later because he saw that I did not use any means to make him afraid, and he knew that I He didn't see through the weakness of his blood-soul body, so he wanted to kill me before I realized this."
"Based on my current understanding of the Guixu Finger, I can't hurt this evil thing...but there must be some method on my body that this evil thing is extremely afraid of!"
With Ning Fan's mind, he immediately deduced this from Fan Lianxiu's actions.
The Five Swords of Rain are not only Ning Fan's strongest magical power, but among the five swords, there is also the Clutch Sword, a magic weapon acquired by the Twelve Nirvana.
This technique cannot hurt Fan Lianxiu, which means that all magical powers and magic weapons in general cannot hurt Fan Lianxiu.
"Among the many tricks I have, which one is the one that makes Fan Lianxiu extremely afraid..."
Ning Fan's mind suddenly recalled a verse from the "Barbarian Ancestor Sutra" that he often heard recited by the barbarians when he was transforming into mortals and realizing the truth.
'The barbarian is the ancestor of nature and the sect of all realms. Barbarism is born in the dust and dies in calamity. All things cannot be clinging to. If you cling to it, you will lose your barbarism...'
"Perhaps, this person is afraid of my blood...perhaps, he is afraid of my way of perseverance!"
Ning Fan flashed again, blocking Fan Lianxiu's front, and pointed.
This finger does not use the art of calamity thoughts, but the art of Dao thoughts!
With one finger, the west wind appears, and the wonder of thousands of rustling leaves immediately appears between the sky and the earth, and the chill of autumn appears!
"Huh, this guy is really stupid. He hasn't discovered what I am afraid of. It's just a Taoist technique, so why should I be afraid!"
Fan Lianxiu sneered, not afraid of the obstruction of Wanye Xiaoxiao in front, and rushed out, trying to directly break the blockade of this technique.
But as soon as he entered the range of this technique and the west wind came over him, Fan Lianxiu's complexion immediately changed drastically, and cold sweat immediately flowed all over his body!
The art of the West Wind is the art of Taoism created by Ning Fan, which contains Ning Fan's Taoism!
Even Fan Lianxiu himself did not expect that under the erosion of this Taoist thought, his blood soul body would collapse along with Wanye Yeying, and turn into ashes bit by bit!
"The fifth kind! There is actually a fifth kind of power in this boy, which can hurt my ancestor!"
"This is...obsession! Damn it, this person is actually a practicing cultivator. He is actually a practicing cultivator who only exists in one million people in the Jie Ling clan!"
"Damn, damn! The lethality of obsession to brutal beasts is more terrifying than robbing blood!"
"Ancient statue, protect me!"
The west wind is like the road. Almost in an instant, Fan Lianxiu will be killed here!
When he was about to die, Fan Lianxiu shouted loudly, directly from the depths of the void. Summons an ancient statue.
That ancient statue was one of the seven ancient statues used by Ao Xuan and Ancestor Poison Dragon during their blood sacrifice to the wilderness!
As soon as the ancient statue appeared, Fan Lianxiu's blood soul body rushed directly into the ancient statue and possessed it.
For a moment. On top of the ancient statue, there is an aura comparable to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord, waking up little by little!
With the power of the West Wind Technique, it was no longer possible to hurt Fan Lianxiu inside the ancient statue through the ancient statue.
"Once the blood soul enters the ancient statue, it cannot be separated. I originally planned to devour enough blood food to improve the blood soul's cultivation level and then merge it with the ancient statue. But now it seems that I have to fuse the ancient statue in advance. . But in this way, even if my ancestor is successfully resurrected six days later, his strength will definitely not be as good as before..."
"It's all my fault for this son. I was forced to flee into the ancient statue to take refuge. This son deserves to be killed!"
"Billions of wild souls appear!"
The ancient statue was like an extremely huge stone puppet, walking slowly but firmly through the void towards Ning Fan step by step.
Fan Lianxiu. No more escaping! He wants Ning Fan to pay the price!
As soon as he pointed, a huge blood pool immediately appeared in the void. In the blood pool, bloody souls kept flying out. Each soul was a barbarian who died unjustly in the blood sacrifice wilderness countless years ago!
As soon as those souls appeared, they all stared at Fan Lianxiu angrily. There was unforgettable hatred in his eyes.
I don’t know how many souls there are, billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even more...
countless!
Once upon a time, Fan Lianxiu, the sixth-generation barbarian ancestor, became the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit in order to cultivate the blood tribulation. He did not bother to sacrifice all the creatures in the barbaric wilderness in exchange for the opportunity to cultivate the tribulation blood!
The barbarians died without entering reincarnation. Before their souls dissipated, they were all taken away by Fan Lianxiu and refined into the blood pool.
Every barbarian who died had an unforgettable hatred for Fan Lianxiu. That hatred turned into a steady stream of killing incense, accumulated in the blood pool, and continued to settle for countless years.
It was obviously the killing incense used to kill Fan Lianxiu, but for some reason, it could be used by Fan Lianxiu in turn.
This is simply contrary to common sense!
"I don't need your faith, I only need hatred! The more you hate me, the better!"
"My ancestor's way is hatred! In this world, the only ones who can use the incense of killing at will are the monks who practice the way of hatred! And my ancestor is one of them!"
"The blood bow spirit appears! The killing arrows condense!"
The ancient statue sneered, and grabbed the stone hand forward, and a boy with a bow spirit immediately appeared between the sky and the earth.
The young man with a bow spirit had a cold and merciless look. He swayed and turned into a blood bow, which fell into the hands of the ancient statue.
The ancient statue grabbed the blood pool with its big hand, and a steady stream of killing incense immediately transformed into a shadow of blood arrows and landed in the hands of the ancient statue.
The left hand bends the bow, the right hand answers the arrow, and when the bow string is opened, the entire interface here is almost about to collapse!
He wanted to kill Ning Fan with this arrow and eliminate the hatred in his heart!
At this moment, his blood soul is possessed by the ancient statue, and his strength is close to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord. With this killing incense arrow, he is enough to kill any monk under the Immortal Lord!
This was a blow from the Eternal Immortal Lord, and he firmly believed that no one in this world could take it!
He wantonly collects the hatred of all people, he ignores the anger of all people, and he does not need all living beings to believe in him!
In the blood pool, the remaining souls of the barbarians who had been dead for many years did not dare to look at them and screamed desperately.
They are not willing to give in!
They hate Fan Lianxiu, and their hatred turns into incense for killing. They only hope that one day, someone will take away the incense and kill Fan Lianxiu!
But what makes them sad is that even the murderous incense they born out of hatred has become a tool for Fan Lianxiu to display his magical powers, and is being used...
Is this the sorrow of the weak...
At the moment when the ancient statue bent its bow and nocked an arrow, countless living beings in this world all had a sense of mortal danger.
The arrow was clearly aimed at Ning Fan, but the attack range included all living creatures here!
The more advanced a person is, the stronger the sense of crisis will be.
will die! will die! will die!
Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua Ancestor were filled with regret and remorse. They never imagined that following Ning Fan would result in them being killed by an arrow from a peerless beast.
If they had known this, they would never have followed Ning Fan here. It was too late to escape now!
The Earth Demon and Taoist Iron Crow all showed unwilling expressions.
The two of them lowered themselves to work as slaves for Ning Fan just to save their lives. How could they be willing to die?
But the power of an arrow from the ancient statue is too strong. Only when the two of them are at their peak can they block this power with the Immortal Master. Once they are hit by the arrow at this moment, they will definitely die!
The Moon Burial Fairy Princess was almost crying!
She is not afraid of the arrow. If hit by the arrow, she may be the only person here who will not be shot to death.
When she was at her peak, she was still the Nine Tribulations Immortal Emperor. No matter how weak the remnant god was, it would be impossible to kill her. Even if he was hit by an arrow, the injury would be more serious at most and his life would not be in danger.
But she was afraid that Ning Fan would be shot to death!
Is it possible that she fell into Ning Fan's trap? If Ning Fan dies, the Jie Jin Society will wipe her out. Is that possible?
The only thing that can kill her here is the damn Jie Jin, no one!
"Fight! Even if I use the last strength of my mother, Can Shen, I still have to save the little thief's life!"
The Moon Burial Fairy Princess bit her silver teeth and without saying a word, she flew out and tried her best to protect Ning Fan.
Unfortunately, before she could take action, a giggling little loli suddenly appeared in front of Ning Fan with the sound of silver thunder all over her body.
She is the spirit of the immortal Loli who ran out from the Julei Banner after eating and drinking.
At this moment, all the golden color of Xian Loli's spirit has been removed, and no trace of gold can be seen. Others cannot tell that this spirit is the spirit of the Immortal Emperor.
Unless she wants to!
After eating and drinking in the Thunder Banner, Xian Loli still has not recovered her memory, nor has she completed the evolution of her thunder body.
However, her aura has skyrocketed, reaching the level of the early stage of broken thoughts.
Although it is only the early stage of broken thoughts, but with such aura, even facing the ancient statue at this moment, there is no fear!
"Dad, don't be afraid, the immortals will protect you!"
"No one is allowed to hurt my father!"
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