At this moment, the first generation, second ancestor, and fourth ancestor just felt unbelievable. In their impression, Ning Fan was just a tonic who was possessed by the summoning barbarian technique, and his cultivation level should not be high. Why is the weak Ning Fan able to fly with a sword in the forbidden sky... Is this boy really a weak monk?
Did they really misjudge that Ning Fan was not a weak monk at all, but an Immortal Emperor?
At this moment, Ao Xuan was also shocked and speechless. He had seen Ning Fan's reward order and recognized Ning Fan's identity at a glance.
It was this boy who snatched the ancestral bow from the Poison Dragon Ancestor, there was no mistake!
The Poison Dragon Ancestor once said, was it a weak monk who stole the ancestral bow? The only thing that needs attention is the few drops of Fuli's ancestral blood in his body. Ancestral blood aside, this person is not worth mentioning.
Is it really not worth mentioning...
Recalling the information given by the Poison Dragon Ancestor, Ao Xuan only felt that it was ridiculous. The information was wrong.
How could Ning Fan be a weak monk? Can a weak monk fly on the eighth floor of Tianque? Fly one for me to see!
Ao Xuan even noticed that Ning Fan had an overwhelming evil aura, which could only be acquired by killing the Eternal Immortal Lord. And if he didn't perceive it wrong, there was actually a trace of the death aura of the Poison Dragon Ancestor in the evil aura...
The Poison Dragon Ancestor actually died in Ning Fan's hands. Didn't he go to find Shi to get angry...
"Could this be the person who took away the clan leader's initial energy? That unfortunate poisonous dragon tried to regain this person's initial energy, but was killed by him?" Ao Xuan felt that the truth had been revealed to him, and he was even more convinced that Ning Fan's cultivation was unfathomable. Measurement.
Hiss, hiss, hiss.
At this moment, the forty-three thousand ancient coffins in the sky all hissed, and ancient corpses continued to sit up from the coffins. But it was Ning Fan who entered the eighth floor and made too much noise, waking up all the ancient corpses on this floor.
Forty-three thousand murderous intentions passed through layers of heavy rain and locked onto Ning Fan.
That was the murderous intention of forty-three thousand powerful immortals. Standing next to Ning Fan, the Miaoyan Immortal's breath became confused and he was a little unsteady when he was just affected by the murderous intention.
Her injuries were too severe. Forty-three thousand ancient corpses are forty-three thousand immortal immortals. This kind of fighting power is too terrifying, even the immortal emperor has to retreat. The murderous intent surrounding her made her uneasy. She got a little closer to Ning Fan and finally found some sense of security and calmed down.
"There are so many ancient corpses! Can he deal with it..." Miao Yanxianzun was a little worried. He glanced at Ning Fan, bit his lip, and said nothing else obediently.
When Ao Xuan and others saw the scene of more than 40,000 ancient corpses waking up, they were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat. Everyone used their concealment skills to the extreme for fear of being discovered by these ancient corpses.
Much to their delight. No ancient corpse noticed their presence. The eyes of the forty thousand ancient corpses were all focused on Ning Fan.
"This boy is going to be in bad luck. He is surrounded by 40,000 ancient corpses. It's almost a situation of death and no life."
"Forty thousand ancient corpses are equivalent to 40,000 ancient immortals. Haha, even if this person really has the cultivation level of a mid-range immortal emperor, he is definitely no match for these ancient corpses."
"Even if this kid doesn't die, I'm afraid he will shed his skin!"
"Xuan, I'm afraid it won't be easy for this kid to survive..."
Ao Xuan and others saw that Ning Fan was the one being besieged by the ancient corpse. There is a sense of schadenfreude to some extent.
So what if you can fly with a sword on the eighth floor? So what if you have the cultivation level of Immortal Emperor? I woke up the army of ancient corpses, let’s see how you deal with the aftermath!
"I, the Purple Dou Immortal Cultivator... was born against the odds... and buried my bones without any regrets!"
"Life and death are all for...Zi Douxian!"
Voices came out unconsciously from the mouths of those ancient corpses, accompanied by bursts of strange roars.
More and more ancient corpses are surrounding them. Locked with countless murderous intentions, Ning Fan felt a chill coming from his back, and his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.
At this moment, he had to face 43,000 Immortal-level experts on his own!
There are not so many Eternal Immortal Lords in the entire Four Heavens and Nine Realms! Only ancient times. Only in the Zi Dou Immortal Realm can we see such an army of immortals!
Ning Fan has never been targeted by so many tyrannical murderous intentions, and his mind is lost. It is inevitable that his true cultivation will not be as good as these ancient corpses after all.
Locked in this murderous intent, Ning Fan felt it was difficult to breathe and his body became unable to move. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and with a hint of pain, he regained some control over his body. He suddenly raised the clutch sword and swung the blade forward.
Even if there are 40,000 ancient corpses blocking the front, so what!
If he is strong, let him be strong. The life-cutting sword will be stronger when he encounters the strong!
As Ning Fan swung his sword, more and more sword lights appeared in front of him. Facing six hundred ancient corpses before, Ning Fan slashed out sixty thousand sword lights with one sword, but this time there were even more.
Ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways...
Ten thousand ways, one hundred thousand ways, one million ways, four million ways!
Surrounded by the light of four million life-cutting swords, Ning Fan at this moment gave people a feeling of being so powerful that he was invincible!
The pressure from the four million sword lights has exceeded the scope of the second step of cultivation. Perhaps, only the legendary third step saint can display magical powers with such pressure!
Wherever the sword light passed, a silent air wave was formed, and the great roads collapsed one after another, unable to withstand the power of this sword at all!
The entire eighth level of heaven and earth trembled violently under this sword. All the ancient corpses that were rushing toward Ning Fan stopped at this moment, looking at Ning Fan in inexplicable horror, and did not dare to come near!
After a slight hesitation, almost 90% of the ancient corpses chose to turn around and flee, leaving desperately. The scene suddenly became chaotic. But there were more than 4,000 ancient corpses. The fear gradually suppressed, but they still rushed towards Ning Fan without fear of death.
It's a pity that their feats are like moths flying into the flame, but they only lose their lives in vain.
There was fishy saliva flowing from their mouths, and their faces were full of greed. In order to eat Ning Fan, they would do whatever it took, and they had already lost their minds.
The Zi Dou Immortal Cultivator who dominated his whole life was reduced to an ignorant corpse demon after his death... Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly and let the light of four million swords penetrate the sky and slashed at the four thousand ancient corpses.
Some ancient corpses with lower cultivation levels were crushed into pieces of corpse ashes by the sword energy before they got close to the Four Million Sword Light, and they didn't even have time to scream.
Other ancient corpses with higher cultivation levels were lucky enough to survive the attack of four million sword rays for several breaths. In the end, they were shot into sieves by the sword rays and could not escape death.
In less than five breaths, more than four thousand ancient corpses died under Ning Fan's sword, killing all the ancient corpses blocking the way. Ning Fan opened his eyes with a solemn expression, as if he was seeing off someone far away. Seeing this astonishing achievement, Miao Yanxian Zun was once again shocked and couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
I am afraid that the twenty-eight Xingxiu Ancient Emperors of the Four Seas Sect took action together. It's impossible to defeat four thousand immortals, right?
Ning Fan was victorious with just one strike. Could it be that his power alone was greater than the power of the twenty-eight Ancient Emperors of the Stars combined?
Four million sword lights swept away the ancient corpses blocking the road, and merged into the thousand-foot sword light at Ning Fan's feet. The originally slightly unstable sword light suddenly became much more stable, and its flying speed also became faster.
Black corpse ash. The misty rain fell continuously from the sky and sprinkled on the ancient bluestone road, mixing with the rainwater like mud. Ao Xuan and others only felt a cold air rushing from the soles of their feet to the sky, and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.
It’s unbelievable that in today’s Dharma-ending era, someone can actually kill four thousand immortals with one sword!
Even a quasi-sage cannot do this. Only the legendary... saint... can do this.
"This son. What kind of cultivation is he... Could it really be..." Ao Xuan and others felt deeply frightened.
It's okay for the three barbarian ancestors. After all, they were figures from ancient times. They had met some saints during their lifetimes. They quickly recovered from the shock, although they were not shocked.
Ao Xuan was unable to calm down. He was an eternal immortal in the Age of Dharma End. He had never seen any saint.
He didn't believe that there were still saints alive in today's era, let alone that Ning Fan could be a saint. But how to explain the scene before me...
Except for the third step saint. Who can kill four thousand immortals with one sword...
"Saint... In the Age of Ending Dharma, all religions have lost their luck and orthodoxy has ceased to exist. How can there be saints still alive in heaven and earth? Aren't saints already dead? This boy. Is he really a saint..."
Just when Ao Xuan's heart was shaking, Ning Fan's sword light whizzed past Ao Xuan's head, making a clanging sword sound. The swirling wind and rain hit Ao Xuan's face, which was heartbreakingly cold.
Ning Fan at this moment. Without even looking at Ao Xuan, Ao Xuan still felt an invisible pressure, which seeped into his bone marrow little by little with the rain.
He was extremely nervous. At this moment, he was too close to Ning Fan. He was afraid that Ning Fan would take action against him. He was no match for Ning Fan. He definitely wasn't. He might not even be able to escape!
If Ning Fan takes action, he believes that he will die as simply as a mortal can kill an ant by stepping on it...
"This person has a grudge against my True Dragon Clan. Will he take action against me..."
"If it's fake, it must be fake. He can't be a saint, but if he is real..."
"If he attacks me, I will fight with him... But even if I fight, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape death..." Ao Xuan's heart became more and more chaotic. He held the hands of the Brahma Demon and couldn't control it. Trembling slightly...
When Ao Xuan was facing a formidable enemy, Ning Fan's sword light flew past Ao Xuan's head in just a flash, with no intention of fighting with Ao Xuan.
So Ao Xuan was completely stunned, feeling a little confused and confused. Ning Fan didn't take action against him? Did he save his life?
From the hands of a 'saint'?
The whistling sword light flew over the heads of the fourth ancestor, the second ancestor, and the first generation one after another, which also caused unprecedented tension among these three people.
Although these three barbarian ancestors were legendary figures during their lifetime, they were not feeling well at the moment. Each of them was afraid that Ning Fan would take action against them.
They had plotted against Ning Fan, so they were naturally worried about Ning Fan's revenge. If Ning Fan takes action, with the 'terrible strength' he shows, their hope of survival seems to be close to zero...
"If he takes action, we will fight him!" The three barbarian ancestors secretly made a decision, but their expressions showed little confidence, like a defeated rooster, feeling very frustrated.
Fortunately for them, Ning Fan's sword light did not stop above their heads and flew away.
It wasn't until Ning Fan flew away that they showed confusion one after another. Did they simply save their lives?
Naturally, Ao Xuan and others did not know that Ning Fan was not a saint at all, not even an Immortal Emperor, but just a small cultivator. There is actually no need for them to be so afraid of Ning Fan...
"They were so frightened by you that their faces turned pale..." Miao Yanxianzun had a complicated expression. She noticed the nervous look of Ao Xuan and others, and could understand the mood of those people.
It's not that Ao Xuan and others are too timid, it's that Ning Fan is too scary...
"Really..." Ning Fan was noncommittal to Miaoyan's words.
He didn't pay attention to the expressions of Ao Xuan and others. His eyes were only fixed on the Seventh Ancestor.
Most of the Seventh Patriarch's body has been integrated with Shimen. At this moment, the Seventh Patriarch's eyes are unprecedentedly solemn. He was also shocked by Ning Fan's record of instantly killing four thousand ancient corpses.
It's just that his eyesight is stronger than others. He has the first level of eyesight in the unity of heaven and man, and he can vaguely see it. Ning Fan is not a saint. It is unclear whether he is an Immortal Emperor or a Quasi-Sage.
What made the Seventh Ancestor particularly puzzled was that Ning Fan's eyes were always locked on him, with undisguised hostility.
"I have never met this person. Why is this person so hostile to me?" The Seventh Patriarch couldn't figure this out.
The true identity of the Seventh Ancestor is the second soul of the Palm Immortal Emperor, but because he has been separated from him for countless years, his memory cannot be shared.
If the Seventh Ancestor had the memory of his own Immortal Emperor, he would probably be able to recognize at a glance that the ghost-faced young man in front of him was the murderer of Si Ming.
If the Seventh Ancestor knew that Ning Fan was now called Zhao Jian, he would probably be able to think of the reason why Ning Fan came to find him. It was to take back the souls of those barbarians.
Unfortunately, the Seventh Ancestor did not know where Ning Fan's hostility came from. However, Ning Fan's hostility was not concealed in any way, which made him feel confused and even more uneasy.
"This son is probably not a saint, but his sword... is a big deal. No matter why this son is hostile to me, this is not the time for me to compete with him."
Seeing Ning Fan flying closer and closer, his murderous intent getting stronger and stronger, the Seventh Patriarch frowned and muttered something. And sprayed several mouthfuls of blood towards the stone door.
The power of the Barbarian God he borrowed was not much, and the speed of integrating into Shimen was not fast, but at this moment, he used the secret technique of self-destruction, and his aura suddenly became much weaker. The speed of integrating into Shimen has accelerated a lot.
Before Ning Fan arrived, the Seventh Ancestor had integrated his entire body into the stone gate and disappeared.
"It's not that easy to leave."
The sword light flew all the way over 111 palaces, flew into the gray fog sea at the end of the ancient bluestone road, and flew closer and closer to the stone gate in the center of the fog sea.
Ning Fan stood on the tip of the sword. Her long hair was flying in the wind, and her eyes were flashing with green light. She looked indifferently at the gray sea of fog and the ancient stone gate looming in the sea of fog.
With his second-level eyesight, when he looked at the stone gate, there seemed to be a perspective effect.
He could see that the seventh ancestor's body was completely integrated into the stone door at this moment, and gradually separated from the other end of the stone door. One foot had already stepped into the entrance passage of the ninth floor.
It was a fusion of will levels. At this moment, the Seventh Ancestor replaced Shimen's will. He is Shimen!
At this moment, hurting Shimen means hurting the Seventh Ancestor!
This stone door seems to be the only entrance to the ninth floor, and it seems to be condensed with immortality...
The stone gate where the immortal energy condenses...
This door has extraordinary defenses, and even the Seventh Ancestor cannot forcefully break it open, and can only use forbidden techniques to get past it.
But if it is a stone gate where the immortal energy is condensed, the attack of the Life-Severing Sword may have a miraculous effect. This sword is specially designed to kill immortal things!
Ning Fan's eyes were sharp, and he performed several sword techniques with one hand. When he was approaching the stone gate, he suddenly grabbed the slender waist of the Miaoyan Immortal and jumped out of the sword light.
The Qianzhang sword light under his feet immediately erupted into a harsh sword cry, turning into a sharp sword shadow and crashing towards the stone door.
The heavy rain between heaven and earth seems to echo this sword at this moment, and murderous intent suddenly arises!
This sword contained the power of four million life-cutting sword lights, and they were all struck on the stone gate at this moment!
A simple slash, but in an instant, the sky and the earth fell into the illusory moonlight. In this moonlight, everything became blurred and could not be seen clearly. Only the sword became extremely clear. .
On the other side of the stone gate, in the entrance passage of the ninth floor, the Seventh Patriarch had separated half of his body from the stone gate. He noticed Ning Fan's move of slashing the stone gate with his sword and couldn't help showing a trace of ridicule.
He had previously underestimated the sturdiness of the stone gate. Only after he used the forbidden technique and merged with the will of the stone gate, could he see the horror of the stone gate from the inside.
Inside this stone gate, there is an eyeball from the ancestor Yinmo of the ninth generation of barbarian gods. The immortality contained in that eyeball is far stronger than the imagination of the seventh ancestor.
He couldn't break the stone door before, but he only had the cultivation level of the Immortal Emperor to break it. But after seeing those eyes, the Seventh Patriarch was convinced that even a true saint would not be able to break open this door easily.
Not to mention Ning Fan, who has not yet entered the realm of a saint.
This door cannot be broken open by force. You can only use tricks to get past it. This is the real way to enter the ninth floor!
"Haha, this stone gate is stronger than you think. Even a true saint cannot..."
Before the Seventh Patriarch finished speaking, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly came from behind him.
He didn't have time to see what was happening. Then he felt bursts of severe pain from the parts of his body that had not been separated from the stone gate in time, and countless gravel splashed out from behind him!
He suddenly turned around and saw the stone gate collapsed and shattered!
He believed that the stone gate was difficult for saints to break. Directly destroyed by Ning Fan's sword!
Since most of the Seventh Patriarch's body was still fused with the Shimen, when the Stone Gate was destroyed, the Seventh Patriarch was also implicated and severely injured.
A huge force came from the vest, making the Seventh Ancestor feel like he was hit hard. The mocking expression was still on his face, but his body had been rushed by the huge force, vomiting blood and flying forward. He looked extremely embarrassed, and his breath fell into an unprecedented state of malaise in an instant.
Seriously injured! Completely serious injury!
The Seventh Ancestor was really shocked and hated. What shocked him was that the power of Ning Fan's sword was so powerful. What he hates is that Ning Fan destroyed Shimen, but actually caused himself and Shimen to be injured.
"Who is this person? He can break open this door with one sword! No, this person is stronger than I expected. Although he is not a saint, he is definitely not something I can defeat. Let's go quickly!"
The Seventh Patriarch forcibly swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, and as soon as he landed, he immediately moved forward along the passage, as fast as a stream of light, leaving only colorful afterimages in place.
Breaking through the door with one blow, all the entrance passages to the ninth floor behind the door were revealed. Ning Fan landed on the ancient road with Miao Yan in his arms. Naturally, he saw the Seventh Ancestor escaping in a hurry.
The Seventh Patriarch wants to leave, but Ning Fan has no objection, but he has to keep 700,000 barbarian souls!
Ning Fan was about to shoot the Seventh Ancestor with his candle bow, when his eyes suddenly changed. Without saying a word, he pulled the Miaoyan Immortal beside him and hurriedly retreated.
With his second-level eyesight, he could only vaguely see a flash of gray light in the rubble in front of him, heading towards himself and Miaoyan. That gray light is too fast. What exactly it is, I can't see clearly.
"What's wrong..." Miaoyan Xianzun's face was slightly startled. She was still surprised by Ning Fan's record of scoring goals with one sword. Before she could react, she was pulled back by Ning Fan.
With her eyesight, she couldn't even catch the movement of the gray light. It was not as good as Ning Fan, who could at least see a gray light coming.
"The Five Swords of Yin and Yang, life-cutting sword skills... interesting, you, a junior, can help me."
An old voice suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind.
When the gray light approached Ning Fan, Ning Fan finally saw clearly what the gray light was.
It was an eyeball with gray pupils, and that old voice came from the eyeball.
"Nine mountains and eight seas are bounded by one boundary, open! Little brother, come with me for a trip. Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable!"
The gray eyes suddenly shot out streaks of dazzling gray light, sweeping towards Ning Fan and Miao Yan.
After the gray light swept away, there was no trace of Ning Fan or Miao Yan here, and there was no trace of eyes.
"Huh? Where did that mysterious strong man go..." The Seventh Ancestor, who was running away from the ninth floor passage, was suddenly surprised. When he looked back, green light flashed in his eyes.
With his first-level celestial vision, he couldn't find where Ning Fan had gone.
Did he become invisible, or did he escape into the Zhongqian Realm Treasure? Or, left?
"That's all, let's go to the ninth floor first. It's important to awaken the Ninth Generation Barbarian God... I hope that my conditions can impress the Ninth Generation Barbarian God and become the host of his 'Barbarian God's Blessing'..."
...
After a flash of gray light, Ning Fan appeared in a gray void. There is no earth here, but there are rusty copper towers floating in the void.
The Miaoyan Immortal Lord is missing, the candle bow, the clutch sword, the incense rocket, the burning fan, the seven-star lamp and other magic weapons are missing, and the mysterious eyeball is also missing.
Ning Fan tried it, but with his cultivation level, he could not escape from this space, nor could he escape into the Xuanyin Realm.
Was it that eyeball monster that brought him here?
If the eyeball monster hadn't blocked his way, he would have definitely been able to take back 700,000 wild souls from the Seventh Ancestor with the power of the incense rocket.
It's a good thing now. Not only did I miss the opportunity to pursue the Seventh Ancestor, but I also lost the Miaoyan Immortal...
Ning Fan activated the Rain Technique, and his spiritual thoughts merged into the rain. He tried to make his spiritual thoughts cover the entire space, but found that the space was too big and the edges could not be seen. The level of this interface has at least reached the level of Zhongqian World, and it is not even the ordinary Zhongqian level.
"Hehe, little brother, this rain technique is pretty good, but it's a pity that your cultivation level is still low. If it were higher, you might not be able to cover my entire 'palm void' with rain technique."
The voice of the eyeball monster suddenly sounded from the depths of the endless void.
Judging from the direction of the sound, the eyeball monster is right in front of Ning Fan and slightly to the right!
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed and he looked for the direction of the sound. It turned into a golden light and rushed out. He believed that as long as he moved in this direction, he would be able to find the mysterious eyeball monster. But he was secretly thinking in his heart. It turns out that I was admitted to the 'Void Palm' of a certain Palm Immortal Emperor.
The Void in the Palm is the unique magical power of the Immortal Emperor in the Palm. It is a domain-type magical power. With Ning Fan’s experience, he has only heard of the name. This is the first time he has seen the Void in the Palm with his own eyes.
"Hehe, it turned out to be the golden light of the vertical earth? My little brother has good qualifications. He just reached the true realm and realized the golden light of the vertical earth. Unfortunately, it is only the realm of the first golden light. If no one enlightens me, I am afraid that I will not be able to cultivate the second golden light in this life. . How about you, do you want me to give you a hand and help you achieve your goals? How about you do me a favor and I will give you a fortune?" The eyeball monster's voice came again.
Only this time, the direction of the eyeball monster changed. Before, his voice came from directly in front of Ning Fan, but this time, it came from behind.
In just an instant, the eyeball monster ran from one end of the endless void to the other... This movement was much faster than Ning Fan.
Ning Fan stopped his steps. Silently.
With his escape speed, it would be impossible to catch up with the eyeball monster in this void space.
Most of his magic weapons fell into the hands of eyeball monsters. Wise Words Immortal Lord. Most of them are also in the hands of eyeball monsters.
The eyeball monster didn't say much to him, but he more or less mentioned the word 'help'.
The eyeball monster took him here, perhaps to ask for something from him...
"Senior, if you like those magic weapons, you can take them, but please return my junior's friends!" Ning Fan said loudly to the endless void.
"Bah, those magic weapons of yours. There is not a single innate thing, only one innate bow spirit can take a look at, so I don't like your things! But this beauty you brought is not bad, hehe, although it is not It’s the type I like, but I don’t mind giving it a try..." The eyeball monster smiled obscenely.
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold. Even if the magic weapon was taken away, Miaoyan Immortal could not let the wretched eyeball monster bully him.
With Ning Fan's cultivation level, he is probably not a match for the eyeball monster. He will definitely not be able to break through this place and leave without using his magical power.
But he still has the final trump card in hand, which is enough to make the eyeball monster fearful.
"Burn!"
Ning Fan drank one word, and the three drops of Fuli's ancestral blood and the four drops of Moluo's ancestral blood immediately started to burn.
With his current level of cultivation in the middle stage of Duzhen and the minor stage of blood robbery, even if he gave up a drop of ancestral blood, he would be able to fight against the Eternal Immortal Lord.
If he gave up seven drops of his ancestral blood, even the peak immortal king would be able to fight!
"Burning blood? Hehe, this won't scare me. It's just seven drops of ancestral blood. You are no match for me if you burn. At most, you will only temporarily have the cultivation level of a peak immortal king..."
"Really. What if I exchange my burning blood for the cultivation of the Peak Immortal King, and then forcibly break the seal of the Qi and detonate it..."
Ning Fan waved his sleeves, and an illusory mist immediately appeared in his hand.
"You're angry!" The eyeball monster suddenly panicked.
Shi Qi can improve one's cultivation level, or it can be used as a weapon of mass destruction.
Although Ning Fan's Beginning Qi has 30 million seals, as long as Ning Fan pays the price of seven drops of ancestral blood, it is definitely enough to break all the seals instantly and use this Beginning Qi.
The power of the Shiqi explosion is so powerful that even the Immortal Emperor cannot handle it head-on. This is no joke!
"Little brother, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive! Once you are angry, the entire void in the palm will collapse. In that case, I will lose more than you gain! Ahem, cough, look at my bad mouth, I just followed Are you kidding me? I am dead with only one eyeball left. How can I play with women! Hey, to tell you the truth, I 'invited' you here because I am asking for something from you. How can I dare to touch your woman and offend you? ? She is recovering from her injuries at my brother's place. She is jumping around and nothing happens. If you don't believe me, I asked her to tell you a few words... Little sister, please say a few words quickly. Don't let your husband explode his anger..."
"...I'm not my little sister...and he's not my husband..." Miaoyan Xianzun said in embarrassment. The voice came from the end of the void. The energy was very strong, and the injuries seemed to be much lighter than before...
"Little brother, please put away your initial energy quickly and extinguish the fire of ancestral blood. Don't accidentally overdo it. If it really burns the blood, thank you... You can use up seven drops of ancestral blood. It’s hard to cultivate it again. The ancestral blood of Mo Luo is just that. The blood of that little miscellaneous hair is not strong and is not worth mentioning. But the ancestral blood of Fuli is a good thing. It would be a pity to burn it..."
The eyeball monster laughed twice, and with a flash of gray light, he appeared in front of Ning Fan, along with Wise Words.
At this moment, Miaoyan is locked in an iron cage. I don't know what kind of magic weapon the iron cage is. The creatures locked in can receive extremely good treatment...
"Fellow Daoist Zhao...are you okay..." Miaoyan quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ning Fan was safe and sound. Ning Fan felt a little embarrassed when he saw him in a cage.
Seeing that the eyeball monster actually locked Miaoyan in an iron cage, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold again.
The eyeball monster laughed again and explained sheepishly, "Fellow Taoist, don't get me wrong. This iron cage is an innate-level healing magic weapon. Although it looks a bit wretched, the effect is still good..."
This humble broken cage turned out to be an innate magic weapon...
Just putting people in cages for treatment is nothing...
"Look, little brother, your woman is very good, not even a hair is missing. Hehe, let's talk about some serious business now. To be honest, I'm in a bit of trouble, and I need my little brother's help... "
"Let my friend be released first, and then we can talk about other things." Ning Fan frowned. (To be continued.)
