At first, there was the smell of powder that filled the world. It was not heavy, as clear as running water, but with a hint of tempting sweet fragrance.
Then, there was a rain of flowers between heaven and earth for no reason. The pink and white petals fell rustlingly. I don’t know what kind of flower they were. There was a kind of drifting sadness.
The eyeball monster's breathing suddenly became heavy, and I really didn't know what organ he was using to breathe.
"The paintings of the fourth generation barbarian god Xizi, the most beautiful god in the history of the ancient barbarian world! I never thought I could really see this legendary beauty, good, good!"
Amidst the cries of cries with twitching eyes, the shadow of an ancient city slowly appeared in the sky.
It was an extremely dilapidated city. The city was in flames of war, and the long streets were filled with corpses.
In the center of the city, there is an ancient palace, which is collapsing little by little in the light of the fire.
In the sky above the palace, a large amount of divine light began to emerge. In those divine lights, the shadow of a woman wearing a light pink gauze slowly appeared.
She landed outside the palace and stood under a cherry blossom tree. She looked at the palace that collapsed in the flames of war and remained silent.
Under the gauze, her beautiful curves were vaguely visible. She raised her bright wrist, and her slender hands were so white that they were completely inconsistent with the war around her.
She gently stroked her temples, and there was an indescribable charm and indescribable sadness in her behavior.
Her appearance was very beautiful, like a picture of Jing aging through the years, but her black gem-like eyes held an indescribable sadness.
That is the sadness that only those who have subjugated their country can have.
There was a broken sword stained with blood and rust stuck in her chest, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound.
The blood made her originally clean and filthy, but it added a sad beauty.
She is a shadow of the mountains and seas left behind by the four generations of barbarian gods, and her true body has long since died...
This flame of war, this fallen palace, this broken sword, this blood. It was the scene before her death...
Ning Fan jumped into the bottom of the lake, and the immortal power in the lake immediately poured into his body, guarding against the upcoming eighth damage.
The visions from the outside world were not hidden from Ning Fan's mind. The fourth generation of Barbarian Gods is indeed beautiful. But to say that it is so beautiful that the sky and the earth are eclipsed, and the sun and the moon are dimmed, that is not the case.
But the sadness and grief in her are very touching.
"The front is curved and the back is curved. Sure enough... she is my favorite beauty! Haha, I can look at this girl. Even if I die now, it will be in vain! Hehehehehe..." The eyeball monster looked like a nymphomaniac. Like this, he was staring at the sky stupidly, his mouth was watering, and he had begun to pay no attention to everything that was happening in the outside world.
He has been completely fascinated by the beauty of the fourth generation of barbarian gods, obsessed with it, sinking deeply and unable to extricate himself.
Not only the eyeball monster, but also Ning Fan in the lake. They all gradually felt a sense of being unable to extricate themselves, and their eyes were suddenly startled.
What made Ning Fan feel unable to extricate himself was not the beauty of the woman, but the almost outrageous charm.
These four generations of barbarian gods actually cultivated the way of charm! Her beauty may not be enough to move Ning Fan's Taoist heart, but the power of charm she has cultivated is enough to make most men in the world lose their minds.
Even the laws and regulations of heaven seemed to be bowing down under her skirt, and the direction of their flow was shifted. Around her back, a looming shadow formed.
Like the Ring of the First Saint!
The fourth generation of barbarian gods were not the first saints, but their charm skills were strong enough to enchant Dao. Ling Dadao was willing to violate the rules and create the Ring of the First Saint for her, even though she was not the First Saint...
"There are people in the world who can practice enchantment to such an extent that they can even enchant the avenues!"
Ning Fan was secretly shocked. The yin and yang locks in his dantian continued to emit cool power, preventing him from falling into the boundless charm of the fourth generation of barbarian gods.
If he hadn't been a descendant of the chaotic ancient times and possessed the Yin-Yang Locks, he would probably be like a monster with eyeballs, drooling and smiling stupidly at this woman, or he would be like the Great Dao of Heaven, sinking completely in front of this woman.
It is really terrifying that there is such a charming cultivator in the world.
"Since the destruction of the barbarian kingdom, very few people have been able to make it all the way to the eighth loss..."
The fourth generation Barbarian God's voice was very nice, with a delicate and sweet feeling, but there was an indelible sadness in his tone.
She moved her eyes away from the shadow of the war-torn palace and glanced at the lake below.
At first glance, she saw the silly-eyed monster, and she narrowed her eyes with a slight disdain. Just another perisher...
In her life, she had seen too many men fall under her skirt. Some people covet her beauty, while others fall under her charm.
There were so many, so many that she could only count on her fingers how many men could stay awake in front of her.
This eyeball monster is just one of the ordinary beings sunk in her skirt, not worth mentioning.
She moved her gaze away from the eyeball monster and then glanced at the lake. Her slightly sad gaze seemed to be sharper than any flying sword. She easily penetrated the dark lake and saw Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake.
Her eyes were originally very clear, like water formed after the ice and snow melted in early spring. But that clarity, when he realized that Ning Fan had no desire in his eyes, had a trace of microwave, and the corner of his lips also evoked a rare smile.
"You surprised me because you didn't sink in front of me like other men. Are you the monk who wants to overcome the eighth loss? You are very good."
For the first time in countless years, the Fourth Generation Barbarian God spoke to praise someone. However, when she noticed the mixed blood in Ning Fan's body, her beautiful eyebrows frowned and her expression turned cold.
"You are not a barbarian, you are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"
The eyes of the fourth generation of barbarian gods became colder and colder, and with it, the temperature of the entire world dropped sharply.
Ning Fan's vest felt cold for no reason. Under the prying eyes of this woman, he actually felt naked, as if there were no secrets that he could hide from the woman in front of him.
Before, the eyeball monster could see through everything about himself. But Tagu can't do this, even if Tagu is a seventh-generation barbarian god.
This woman is as unique as the eyeball monster. She sees through everything about herself. She is stronger than Tagu.
"If you weren't the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, maybe I would still be merciful. Now, I won't be merciful anymore."
Unlike Ta Gu who treated Tai Cang Jie Ling in a respectful and servile manner, this weak woman made no secret of her disgust towards Tai Cang Jie Ling.
She is the fourth generation of barbarian gods, and it was at her hands that the ancient barbarian world fell.
The phantom of the palace beneath her feet was the former barbarian capital, but it fell in the flames of war!
The broken sword on her chest was the sharp blade that took her life. It was the treasure of an ancient Tai Cang Emperor. But was destroyed by her.
She was the last barbarian god to die standing in the history of the ancient barbarian world. After her, all the barbarian gods in the past were slaves of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, such as Natagu.
And she. no!
To her, the Tai Cang Jie Ling was not her main clan, but the enemy who would destroy her country and destroy her clan.
They are mortal enemies!
"According to my order from Xizi Hua, I summon the ancient man's grave to bury this son!"
The fourth generation barbarian god raised his bare hands lightly. Pointing towards Ning Fan, the whole world immediately changed at this moment!
Between the mountains and the sea, scenes of ancient battlefields began to appear, submerging the place where Ning Fan was!
The illusory shadow replaces the real world!
The lake is gone, the ruins of the valley are gone, and the eyeball monster is gone.
Ning Fan stood alone on an ancient battlefield, with tribes and cities burning with blood behind him.
On the grassland in front of me. There were broken limbs and damaged magic weapons everywhere. Collapsed mountains, rivers cut off by a sword, cracked sky...
"Here, where is it!"
Ning Fan closed his eyes and put aside the illusion in front of him. He could feel that his body was still soaking at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by the cold water flowing around him.
But his soul, his consciousness. But it seems to be mixed up in this mysterious space.
Is this the space formed by the supernatural powers of the four generations of barbarians...
"Since you are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, you will receive preferential treatment. Your eighth injury is different from others." The words of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God. It's full of hostility, okay?
Ning Fan's heart sank slightly. Before, the eyeball monster had sworn that everyone's eighth damage was the same.
Nonsense, he received special treatment. I'm afraid other people's eighth damage will not be absorbed into this battlefield space.
The eighth loss for ordinary people is already as difficult as reaching the sky. His eighth injury is probably more dangerous and more difficult to survive than ordinary people.
This fourth-generation barbarian god seems to be deeply hostile to his Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit bloodline...
"The Tomb of the Ancient Barbarians is a holy place for the barbarians. The barbarian cities destroyed in the war and the barbarians who died in the war will be housed here. Where you are is the fourth tomb, on the first floor. Almost all the people accommodated here are those who died in the war. The barbarian warriors in the hands of your Taicang clan. If you want to survive the eighth loss, kill these warriors again. You can do it!"
The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods echoed throughout the world. The moment the voices sounded, corpses, either complete or incomplete, stood up with confused eyes.
Ten people, hundreds, thousands... countless dead bodies covered the entire battlefield, standing up one after another.
Among them, there are the corpses of the first-step monks and the corpses of the second-step monks, but the one with the highest cultivation level is just a life immortal.
Corpses with higher cultivation levels were buried in the higher levels of the barbarian tomb.
At this moment, they seemed to have life and glory again. They saw Ning Fan!
Sounds of gnashing teeth came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.
"Tai Cang...Jie Ling..."
The eyes of more and more barbaric cultivators turned blood red, overwhelmed by hatred.
The ones closest to Ning Fan are the seven barbarian cultivators who have cultivated themselves into gods. They have died countless years ago on the road of protecting the ancient barbarian world.
Their corpses were collected in the Tomb of Ancient Barbarians.
Their souls will always remain here between the mountains and the sea.
They hate Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, and now, they want revenge! Take revenge on Ning Fan, the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!
The seven god-transforming barbaric cultivators had no sense at all. Once they got close to Ning Fan, they immediately chose to self-destruct.
They knew that their cultivation level was low, so they only wanted to slightly hurt Ning Fan through self-destruction.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of self-destruction was heard loudly, covered in blood mist. Immediately afterwards, the storm formed by the self-destruction of seven barbaric cultivators instantly submerged Ning Fan.
What kind of cultivation level is Ning Fan? Not to mention the cultivation of calamity blood, just the cultivation of magic power alone is already in the middle stage of transcendence. How can a true immortal be afraid of the self-destruction of the seven transformed gods.
But the chilling spirit of the seven god-transformation cultivators fighting to the death infected him, and even more so the thousands of barbaric cultivators behind them.
"Kill Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"
Dozens more god-transforming and Void-refining barbaric cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan and chose to self-destruct.
Several Void-Smashing cultivators jumped into the sky and transformed into several thousand-foot-long black-feathered giant birds, crashing towards Ning Fan.
These Void-shattering monks did not choose to self-destruct, but were determined to fight Ning Fan.
Ning Fan looked solemn. He respected those strong men who had faith and died fighting for their faith, but this did not mean that he would allow others to attack without fighting back.
He could see that the barbaric cultivators here were all people who had been dead for many years. There is no life left for a long time, but there is a very strange Tao here that can make the dead body retain its will in life and continue to fight.
That weird rule. It is 70% to 80% similar to the Immortal Path, but it is paradoxical...
The people here are all dead, and they all have an unforgettable hatred for Tai Cang Jie Ling...
Ning Fan's eyes looked a little apologetic, but more determined. He raised his Zhan Yi Dao Sword towards the thousand-foot giant bird in the sky.
Now that he is in this battlefield, all Ning Fan can do is to send you to your death.
Zhan Yi Dao's sword transformed into thousands of sword lights and easily killed those giant birds, causing blood to splash into the sky.
This move angered more barbaric cultivators, and more and more barbaric cultivators rushed towards him like a tide.
There are more than hundreds of millions of monks in the first step! Even there are more than 100,000 immortals!
"The barbaric cultivators here are only part of the cultivators who died in the world back then. The corpses of more barbarian cultivators are gone. They don't even have a chance to restrain themselves."
"They all died at the hands of your Taicang Jieling clan. Your clan has wiped out countless others. Have you ever seen the hatred in the hearts of those who were annihilated?"
"I'm waiting for you on the seventh floor of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to survive the eighth loss. If not, die here and use your blood to serve me thousands of times. The barbarian cultivator must avenge him."
The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods floated in the air like the wind. Hard to catch traces.
Billions of barbarian cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan, either self-destructing or using magical powers. Some of their own people were even affected by the self-destruction and magical powers. But no one backed down.
Everyone's will is just to kill Ning Fan, just because Ning Fan is the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, an enemy, and must be killed!
"burn!"
Facing the thousands of cultivators, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth. A stream of black and red fire erupted.
There was a dense flow of runes in the firelight, and it had an almost eerie beauty. There was only a flash of fire at first, but once it took off, it immediately turned into a sea of fire, almost submerging the entire world!
When the fire burned, it made bursts of wind and thunder, and for a while, there was endless thunder in the sky and the earth!
"This is...the fire of the evil beast! You are not of the evil beast clan, why would you have this fire!" The slightly cold voice of the fourth generation of barbarian gods came from between heaven and earth.
The fire of the evil beast is unparalleled in the world. Throughout the ages, countless fire cultivators have coveted the flames of the evil beast clan and tried to devour some of them, but they all failed.
Although the fire of evil beasts is unparalleled in the world, it also has another characteristic, that is, it cannot be used in conjunction with other flames.
Those fire cultivators who want to swallow the fire of evil beasts to increase their own flames are simply unable to do so.
But this Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit managed to do just that. What was going on... The Fourth Generation Barbarian God was a little confused.
Naturally, she didn't know that Ning Fan was the descendant of Emperor Luan Gu and practiced "Yin Yang Transformation" and "Chaos Ring Jue".
Among them, the transformation of yin and yang is the basis of Chaoshuan Jue. This technique has the mysterious power to merge and unify the different forces of yin and yang.
Even the bloodlines of gods, demons, demons, tribulations and other alien races can be fused under the power of yin and yang transformation. Naturally, even the fire of evil beasts cannot escape Ning Fan's devouring and use.
Ning Fan's Demon Fire is already at the level of the Eleven True Fire, and has the overbearing attack power of the Evil Beast Fire.
This fire burned the world, and countless first-step monks were instantly burned to ashes by the demonic fire.
Even those immortals with advanced cultivation can only hold on hard under the attack of this demonic fire, without the ability to fight back.
Thousands of barbarian cultivators were burned to death under the demonic fire. Seeing this scene, the fourth generation of barbarian gods knew that they could not defeat Ning Fan with the barbarian corpses on the first floor of the ancient barbarian tomb. If they continued to fight, they would only be destroyed in vain. Just a corpse...
"That's all, you've passed the first level. Come to the second level and don't destroy their bodies again."
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God sighed quietly and compromised.
On the first level, Ning Fan couldn't be hurt, so he could only look at the second level.
As soon as the fourth generation of barbarian gods finished speaking, the barbaric cultivators who were originally high in fighting spirit fell to the ground one after another and turned into corpses.
In the sky, divine light burst out, and a ladder leading to the second floor appeared.
There are even ancient sealed wooden boxes that keep appearing in the sky... (To be continued.)
