Immortal-level figures are at least above the seventh level at this moment. At this time, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was almost reaching the eighth floor, while Ning Fan was still on the fifth floor of Tianque. The two of them are too far apart. Even with the immortal cultivation of Poison Dragon Ancestor, it will take a lot of time to go down from the seventh floor to the fifth floor.
"In order to fulfill the clan leader's order, we can only take a trip to the lower heaven."
The Poison Dragon Ancestor shook his head, turned around and strode back towards the lower Tianque.
At this moment, there are eight Immortal Masters in the Nine Heavenly Palace: four Barbarian Ancestors, two Demon Clan Immortal Masters, and two Human Clan Immortal Masters. The height of the Poison Dragon Ancestor was originally ranked sixth, second only to the four Barbarian Ancestors and Ao Xuan.
The Poison Dragon Patriarch returned through a circuitous route, concealing his aura and almost making no sound, but he was still noticed by the two immortals behind him, Liuhe and Miaoyan.
"Weird, why does this poisonous dragon old man not go up, but down? Doesn't he want to go to the top floor and fight for the ancient passage..."
Liuhe and Miaoyan each had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't figure it out, so they stopped thinking about it and continued to move forward.
While the Poison Dragon Ancestor was retracing his steps, Ning Fan was climbing all the way, trying to catch up with the seventh-generation barbarian ancestor as early as possible and take back the souls of millions of barbarians.
With the power of many incense rockets, Ning Fan galloped forward, and every palace could only trap him for half a breath. It wasn't until he reached the 52nd Palace on the fifth floor that his eyes narrowed slightly and he felt the vast pressure coming from the 52nd Palace.
"The 52nd Palace is the 496th palace I have passed along the way. After 396, it turned out to be 496..."
The pressure of the palace in the 52nd palace was many times stronger than that of the previous palaces. Even though Ning Fan was protected by incense rockets, he still felt like his breathing was heavy when he entered the palace.
Without saying anything, he walked out of the 52nd House despite the pressure, spending a total of 10 breaths.
After breaking through the 52nd palace, a lot of wild blood was born in Ning Fan's body. Swallowed by the blood of robbery. The increase in calamity blood was minimal, and Ning Fan didn't care.
Starting from the 52nd house, the pressure of each house becomes heavier. Ning Fan needed 10 breaths to pass through each palace.
This is still the speed with the fragrant rocket to protect the body. Without the fragrant rocket to protect the body, Ning Fan would be able to enter this palace with his current cultivation level. He will definitely be shaken by the pressure so much that he vomits blood and flies out.
With his cultivation level, it would be too difficult to reach the higher levels of the Nine Heavenly Palace. But since he decided to fight the seventh generation barbarian ancestor and regain the barbarian soul, no matter how difficult the journey was, he would not look back.
The 53rd house, the 54th house, the 55th house... Ning Fan walked all the way to the 56th house. The number corresponding to this house is 500. In this palace, Ning Fan also did not face the fifth disaster. I don't care either.
The further back you go, the harder it becomes to move forward. After an unknown amount of time, Ning Fan walked out of the 111th Palace and reached the highest point of the fifth floor.
This time, not only was there no voice from the old stone statue, but even the teleportation circle that was supposed to appear did not appear.
"I can only tear the sky apart by my own means and reach the sixth floor."
Ning Fan suddenly turned his hand, and the Zhan Yi Dao Sword glowing with purple energy appeared directly in his hand, and struck the sky with one sword. He cut a gap directly on the top of the sea of clouds and jumped in.
After experiencing a burst of void turbulence, Ning Fan appeared on the sixth floor of Tianque. The environment on this floor is completely different from the first five floors. The clouds and mist in the sky were all red, and scarlet thunderbolts kept falling from the sky. The rumbling sound made people's eardrums hurt.
But Ning Fan had no intention of seeing the scenery here, because as soon as he entered the sixth floor, Ning Fan was immediately targeted by a huge murderous intention.
Just above the platform he was standing on, a hundred feet away. There was an old man with purple hair and dragon horns standing proudly, as if he had been waiting here for a long time, and he turned out to be the Poison Dragon Ancestor!
"Your Excellency has finally arrived on the sixth floor. I have been waiting for so long..."
The Poison Dragon Ancestor was sleeping with his eyes closed, as if he wanted to say something dramatic to Ning Fan, and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ning Fan's ghostly silver-haired appearance. His eyes were shocked, and his face was filled with an expression of disbelief. He lost his voice and said, "How could it be you! Could it be that you took away the clan leader's first energy?" ?!impossible!"
The Poison Dragon Ancestor received an order from the clan leader, ordering him to come to the lower levels to find a mysterious immortal master and regain the Shi Qi. Along the way, the Poison Dragon Ancestor imagined various scenarios of encountering the mysterious Immortal Lord, but never thought that the 'mysterious Immortal Lord' mentioned by the patriarch would be Ning Fan.
The only reason is that the projection of the demon on Ning Fan was too blurry, so the leader of the True Dragon Clan did not clearly see Ning Fan's ghostly face and silver hair. The Poison Dragon Patriarch received the order from the clan leader and rushed to the lower level, and he didn't even know that the person he was looking for was Ning Fan.
Ghost face with silver hair, ghost face with silver hair! How could Patriarch Poison Dragon forget Ning Fan's appearance? How could he forget it!
As soon as the initial shock passed, the Poison Dragon Patriarch's eyes immediately surged with murderous intent. Without saying a word, he directly used a shining silver ruler magic weapon and struck it down on Ning Fan's head!
As soon as the silver ruler soared into the air, it immediately transformed into ten thousand. Suddenly, the shadows of countless silver rulers changed like raindrops and fell towards Ning Fan head-on.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. The Poison Dragon Ancestor couldn't figure out how Ning Fan could reach the sixth level with his cultivation level. He also couldn't understand how Ning Fan became the 'mysterious immortal' in the clan leader's mouth and stole the clan leader's first energy. But it doesn't matter. After he kills Ning Fan and searches for Ning Fan's soul and destroys his memory, he will naturally know everything!
The silver ruler is a magic weapon of the twelve nirvanas of the day after tomorrow, called the 'Demon Yuan Ruler'. It is activated with all the strength of the poisonous dragon ancestor's immortal cultivation. Only the immortal cannot resist the attack of this treasure.
Not only is this Demonic Ruler powerful, it is also possessed of a special magical power: bloodline suppression! Any magical power that requires the mobilization of bloodline power can be forcibly interrupted by the Demonic Yuan Ruler! This treasure was specially borrowed by the Poison Dragon Ancestor from an immortal from the True Dragon Clan in order to capture Ning Fan.
In the eyes of the Poison Dragon Patriarch, Ning Fan was just a junior whose cultivation was around the Shekong Realm. If it hadn't been for the frequent attacks of the two immortals Liuhe and Miaoyan, he would have captured and killed Ning Fan long ago. Even though Ning Fan's cultivation level is not high, there are still things that make him afraid.
"What this son needs to be most afraid of is the ancestral bloodline of his Fuli clan! Back then, he burned the ancestral blood and unexpectedly snatched the ancestral bow from me in one fell swoop. This is the shame of my life! I remember that this son burned all his blood back then. For one drop of ancestral blood, there are still three drops of ancestral blood in the body. If today, this man goes crazy again and burns the remaining three drops of ancestral blood, I am afraid that even if I try my best, I will not be able to kill him. Fortunately, I borrowed the demon Yuan Chi, with this ruler here, I can't even think about burning my blood!"
The Poison Dragon Ancestor looked at Ning Fan with increasingly cruel eyes. Already like a dead person.
According to Poison Dragon Ancestor, this Demon Yuan Ruler has the great magical power of blood suppression. If Ning Fan burns blood, he will be suppressed in an instant, causing the burning of blood to be interrupted. If Ning Fan doesn't burn his blood. With his meager cultivation, he would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of the magic weapon of the Twelve Nirvanas the day after tomorrow!
"Is it the magic weapon of the twelve nirvanas the day after tomorrow..."
As soon as Ning Fan entered the sixth floor, he was attacked by the Poison Dragon Ancestor. He was slightly frightened, but he did not panic at all. Along the way, this was not the first time that Ning Fan fought against the Immortal Lord. Without saying a word, he slapped his sword bag, and five rays of sword light flew out from the sword bag, facing the thousands of feet of rain in the sky. Just kill it!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five sword lights are naturally the five-handled Rain Sword that Ning Fan has been practicing for many years. Among them, the Four Swords of Dust are only the acquired five levels of nirvana, and have already been seriously damaged in previous battles. At this moment, when they collided with the thousands of feet of rain, the four swords whimpered together and shattered into powder in the rain of thousands of feet.
For Duzhen cultivators, the acquired five nirvana magic weapons are considered top-notch equipment, but in front of twelve nirvana magic weapons such as Yao Yuanzhi, the five nirvana magic weapons appear to be insufficient in power.
Seeing that all four of Wei Chen's swords were damaged, Ning Fan sighed secretly in his heart. But he didn't say anything more, he controlled the last fairy sword with all his strength and continued to fight against Chi Yu.
The last fairy sword is naturally a clutch sword of the twelfth level of nirvana. I have this sword in my hand. Ning Fan was able to block the rain that was pouring from the sky for a moment!
"The Immortal Sword of Twelve Nirvana!" Poison Dragon Ancestor narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I never expected that you, a junior, would actually have a magic weapon of the Twelve Nirvana level in your hand! Such a level of magic weapon is that of our Immortal Lords. There are not many of them. But unfortunately, for you, the level of this treasure is too high. With your cultivation level, I am afraid you can only exert part of the power of this sword. But I am different, you can exert the power of twelve points of the demon yuan ruler. , your sword cannot defeat my precious ruler!"
As the Poison Dragon Ancestor spoke, he suddenly changed his finger skills, and the rain in the sky immediately dissipated, revealing the true form of the Demonic Yuan Chi. The Demonic Yuan Chi suddenly transformed into a thousand-foot-long silver demonic dragon. It moved toward the Clutch Sword and swallowed the Clutch Sword in one gulp.
"From today onwards, this sword belongs to me! Humph! If you have other twelve nirvana magic weapons, use them all and give them to me together!" Poison Dragon Ancestor sneered slightly, with an extremely contemptuous expression, and said in his mouth Although he said this, he didn't think that Ning Fan had any other twelve nirvana magic weapons.
It is rare for an ordinary Eternal Immortal Lord to have a Twelve Nirvana Immortal Treasure. From the perspective of Poison Dragon Patriarch, Ning Fan is not an eternal immortal. It is rare to have a Twelve Nirvana magic weapon, and the chance of having a second one is really low.
In fact, Ning Fan still has one of the Twelve Nirvana Magical Treasures. Back then, Ning Fan obtained the Three Treasures of the Immortal King of Six Desires, but the Desire-Resolving Pearl had been destroyed. The Clutch Sword was sacrificed by Ning Fan and became one of the Five Swords of Rain. There is also a treasure, also of the twelfth level of Nirvana, which is the Burning Cang Fan that can activate corpse fire to hurt people.
Only those with the blood of the corpse demon can use the Burning Cang Fan. In the past, Ning Fan had insufficient magic power and had never used this fan. But now that his cultivation level has broken through the middle stage of transcending the truth, and he has also achieved a small degree of blood tribulation, he can still exert part of the power of the Burning Cang Fan even if he barely uses it.
Ning Fan naturally understood that his cultivation level was too different from that of the Poison Dragon Ancestor. He also used the Twelve Nirvana magic weapon, and the power of the magic weapon that he could exert was definitely not as powerful as the Poison Dragon Ancestor.
Theoretically, if he uses the Burning Cang Fan to attack the Poison Dragon Ancestor, he will probably not be able to harm the Poison Dragon Ancestor at all.
But in fact, Fencangshan is one of the three treasures made famous by the Six Desires Immortal King. The most powerful thing is not that it hurts people, but that it is evil.
"If you want to steal my magic weapon, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
Ning Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand, and saw a flash of red light, and a huge red cattail fan appeared in his hand.
As soon as the fan came out, the temperature between heaven and earth immediately became a little hotter. Faintly, there was more fire flowing on the fan.
"Another twelve-nirvana magic weapon!" Poison Dragon Patriarch's eyes suddenly became hot, and he was even a little jealous of Ning Fan, a junior in his heart.
He himself only has one Twelve Nirvana magic weapon, and together with the borrowed Demon Yuan Ruler, there are only two Twelve Nirvana magic weapons in total. Ning Fan, a mere junior who was not even in the Broken Thoughts realm, actually had two Twelve Nirvana magic weapons, which really made the Poison Dragon Patriarch a bit unbalanced.
The fiery red cattail leaf fan in front of me is something extraordinary at first glance. The Poison Dragon Ancestor was greatly moved. As long as he killed Ning Fan, this precious fan would naturally belong to him.
"This treasure belongs to me!" Poison Dragon Ancestor sneered. Pointing towards the sky, the silver dragon transformed into the Demonic Yuan Chi immediately moved towards Ning Fan and swallowed him and his fan together.
Ning Fan showed a ruthless expression. Holding the candle bow in his left hand and the Burning Cang Fan in his right hand, all his magic power and the power of his calamity thoughts flowed into the Burning Cang Fan. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped it towards the silver dragon.
Under this fan, red fire smoke suddenly swept across the world. There are even endless threads of flames tearing through the sky!
Before the silver dragon could fly close, it was suddenly entangled by the threads of the Tao. The dragon's body immediately burned and screamed again and again. Although it was screaming, there was not much damage to the dragon's body, but the murderous intent in the dragon's eyes became more and more ferocious. Apparently Ning Fan's slap angered the silver dragon.
"Hmph, you're a small skill. With your cultivation level, you can't exert the full power of this fan. You can't hurt this dragon!" Poison Dragon Ancestor said disdainfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, his old eyes suddenly widened with disbelief.
But something had happened to the giant silver dragon. Although it was not burned by the flames, its body was rotting away bit by bit. First the dragon's tail, and then even half of its body rotted, a stench rose to the sky, dirty blood flowed freely, and the bones were exposed under the rotten flesh!
This is where the Burning Cang Fan is in danger. The flames produced by the Burning Cang Fan. Not ordinary fairy fire, but corpse fire. To deal with the weak, Fen Cang can slap them into ashes with just one fan. When encountering a strong person, the Burning Cang Fan cannot burn the enemy. It can also deceive the enemy.
The Poison Dragon Ancestor didn't know the details of Fen Cang Fan, so for a moment, he naturally couldn't figure out why the silver dragon was injured.
Ning Fan did not intend to give the Poison Dragon Ancestor a chance to think carefully. He raised his hand again and slapped the silver dragon again, this time. He directly fanned the seriously injured dragon into flying ash and returned it to its true form as a magic weapon called Demon Yuan Chi. The Clutch Sword, which was swallowed by the giant dragon before, was also taken back by Ning Fan.
This was the first time that Ning Fan relied on his own strength and a little bit of calculation to take advantage of the Immortal Lord!
"There is definitely something weird about this fan. Otherwise, with this level of cultivation, it will definitely not be able to defeat the attack of Demon Yuan Chi!" The Poison Dragon Ancestor was secretly shocked. He looked at Fencang Fan with even more greed, almost determined to win it.
He was about to activate the Demonic Yuan Ruler to attack Ning Fan again, but Ning Fan activated the Burning Cang Fan first and aimed at the Poison Dragon Ancestor!
Knowing that the Burning Cang Fan was weird, the Poison Dragon Patriarch was not willing to resist the Burning Cang Fan's attack. He raised his hand and put the Demonic Ruler back into his sleeve, and slapped the Heavenly Spirit. The Heavenly Spirit Cover immediately opened, and seven purple demonic lamps flew out from it. Protect yourself.
As soon as the fire smoke from the Burning Cang Fan approached the Poison Dragon Ancestor, the seven demon lamps immediately emitted purple light and swept away all the fire smoke. With these seven demonic lamps protecting his body, the Yin Cang Fan's magical power was not able to hurt the Poison Dragon Ancestor even half a cent.
"Junior, this seven-star lamp is my only twelve-nirvana magic weapon. It can be used offensively and defensively. With this lamp in hand, your sinister means cannot hurt me! If you have no other means, you can die. Got it!"
The Poison Dragon Ancestor pointed at the seven demonic lamps, and each of the seven demonic lamps immediately flew out a ball of purple fire, turning into a sea of fire and flooding toward Ning Fan.
At the same time, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was careful to keep an eye on Ning Fan's burning blood. In his opinion, Ning Fan used two kinds of Twelve Nirvana magic weapons one after another, but failed to gain any advantage. He was already at the end of his skills and was probably going to burn out his blood.
"As long as this child's blood burns, I will immediately use the Demon Yuan Ruler to suppress his demon blood! No matter what, I will never give him a chance to burn his blood. Otherwise, once this child burns three drops of ancestral blood, there will be two more With the Twelve Nirvana magic weapon in hand, I may not be his opponent!"
Ning Fan looked at the sea of purple fire in the sky, took a deep breath, but under the puzzled gaze of the Poison Dragon Ancestor, he put away the Clutch Sword and Burning Cang Fan one after another.
The Clutch Sword cannot hurt the Poison Dragon Ancestor, nor can the Burning Cang Fan harm the Poison Dragon Ancestor. This is meaningless, so it is better to put it away.
His greatest reliance was not at all on the two Twelve Nirvana Immortal Treasures, not from the beginning.
Holding the candle bow in his hand tighter, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the many incense rockets circling around him suddenly appeared with great light.
Ning Fan was reluctant to use these incense arrows and wanted to keep them to fight against the Seventh Generation Barbarian Ancestor, but since the Poison Dragon Ancestor blocked the way, these arrows had to be used!
"Old Poison Dragon, do you remember what I said back then?"
Ning Fan's eyes were still gleaming coldly, and he suddenly raised his candle bow. With one move of his right hand, he had captured five six-color incense rockets and pulled out the bow string!
The moment Ning Fan bent his bow, the Poison Dragon Ancestor, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression. He actually sensed a sense of danger of approaching death from the candle bow!
"Hiss! What kind of arrow is this? It has such a terrifying killing aura!" The Poison Dragon Ancestor's heart was filled with turmoil!
The colorful incense rocket is a legendary magical power of the True Dragon Clan. The Poison Dragon Ancestor has never seen it before, so he never knew before that what Ning Fan was about to shoot was the thing that made Zulong Zhuli famous!
The ancestral dragon Zhuli shot countless ancient powerful men with one man and one bow, and created the true dragon clan with one man's power. The most admired thing by the world is the use of colorful incense rockets.
As a bow spirit, Zhu Gong can condense killing incense into arrows. However, this bow does not obey anyone in the True Dragon Clan and has never been subdued by anyone. Therefore, no one has used this bow, and no one has condensed colorful incense rockets.
For a long time, the Zhu Gong Bow Spirit was enshrined in the Ancestral Soul Pond by the True Dragon Tribe people, and was treated like an ancestor, until the bow was taken away by Ning Fan. The colorful incense rocket has always been a legend of the True Dragon Clan, until one day, in order to save his life, Zhu Gong volunteered to condense the colorful incense rocket for Ning Fan...
The Poison Dragon Ancestor did not know that Ning Fan was surrounded by the famous six-color and seven-color incense rockets in the history of the True Dragon Clan. Although he didn't know this, he could sense the danger of approaching death from the five six-colored incense rockets that were about to leave the string.
Without any hesitation, the Poison Dragon Ancestor directly withdrew the sea of purple fire that filled the sky. He was not prepared to use the power of the seven demon lanterns to attack Ning Fan. He casually chose an ancient bluestone road, turned around and ran towards the seventh floor.
At this moment, he only had one thought, and that was to evacuate this place quickly. No matter what arrow Ning Fan shot, he couldn't catch it forcefully!
There is an extremely powerful force of forbidden air in the Nine Heavenly Palace. Even the Poison Dragon Ancestor cannot fly away and can only run wildly with both feet.
As he ran wildly, he simultaneously activated the power of the Seven-Star Demonic Lamp and the Demonic Yuan Ruler to protect his whole body. With a thought, his whole body was immediately covered with purple dragon scales, and he summoned all the natal dragon scales that he had cultivated for countless years. , just to defend against the attack of Liucaixiang's rocket!
"You can't escape!"
At this moment, Ning Fan released the bow string, and the five six-color incense rockets emitted a harsh whistling sound, and suddenly came towards the vest of the Poison Dragon Ancestor.
Even though he has been running all the way, the poisonous dragon ancestor cannot fly away at this moment, how can he outrun the incense rocket.
Even though he had used three layers of defense to protect his body, the Poison Dragon Ancestor still broke out in cold sweat all over his body in an instant.
This arrow came so fast that he couldn't react much at all!
He tried to turn around, but only halfway, his body was already submerged by the light of the six-colored arrows shooting into the sky, and a ruthless look immediately appeared in his eyes.
"Junior, you are so brave! If you want to kill me with this arrow, don't even think about it!" (To be continued.)
