The frightening feeling lasted only briefly, but it was enough to attract Ning Fan's attention.
There is definitely something weird about this ancient country's Heavenly War Shield... But for some reason, on the surface, it looks ordinary, with nothing strange about it...
On the surface, this shield is stained with rust, its aura is dim, and there are even many cracks and gaps. Although it is the grade of the acquired four nirvana, it is too worn out, with not much power left, and its defense may not be as good as some. The intact magic weapon of Yi Nirvana.
Why does such a magic weapon give Ning Fan such a frightening feeling...
Perhaps there is a secret to this shield, a secret that even Ning Fan, who is in the second realm of heaven and human, cannot see through.
Or maybe, that frightening feeling is just an illusion...
Ning Fan was silent for a while and finally made a decision. Whether it is Thunder Shield or Dongshan Shield, the left and right are nothing more than the magic weapons of the Eight Nirvana of the day after tomorrow, and they are dispensable.
Only this ancient country's war sky shield, he couldn't see through. If that feeling of fright was not an illusion, there must be something extraordinary about this shield.
"I want this shield!"
Ning Fan made a final decision and exchanged the Lingxiao Shield in his hand for the Ancient Kingdom War Sky Shield.
The pretty face of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God was frosty. She never imagined that Ning Fan could see through the extraordinary power of the Zhantian Shield and choose this shield.
Perhaps it can be explained by coincidence that this child chose a shield-type magic weapon at the beginning. But this time, it was no coincidence. This guy definitely felt how extraordinary the Zhantian Shield was, so he chose this shield specifically!
This guy has such a vicious eye! If he didn't mind Ning Fan's identity as Tai Cang Jie Ling, the Fourth Generation Barbarian God would really like to praise Ning Fan.
"Trouble. Once this son chooses this shield, he will be regarded as a descendant of the Daoman lineage. Even if he is a Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, he will not be attacked by the barbarian corpses here. This is the rule set by the first generation of barbarian gods. , even I can’t violate it.”
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to kill this son in the ancient barbarian tomb, and if you are not careful, this son may inherit the Taoman holy relic..."
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God sighed quietly, his tone somewhat unwilling.
She could already foresee Ning Fan reaching the seventh floor unimpeded.
All this is because Ning Fan chose the Shield of Inheritance in the third level.
This ancient country's War Sky Shield itself is just a damaged magic weapon with ordinary defensive power and is not worth mentioning. However, it has a very special significance because it contains the inheritance mark of the first generation of Barbarian Gods from Barbarian Mountain.
Daomanshan is the first generation of barbarian gods in the ancient barbarian world, and is also the strongest generation of barbarian gods. The mark he planted is something that even some saints cannot see through. Ning Fan also couldn't see through it. At most, he could vaguely detect that this shield was extraordinary, which was extremely rare.
Those who hold this shield are considered the inheritors of Daoman Mountain and have the opportunity to accept the test and obtain the inherited sacred objects of Daoman Mountain.
Anyone holding this shield, no matter who they are, will be protected by Daoman Mountain and will not be attacked in the ancient barbarian tombs.
This is the rule set by the first generation of Barbarian Gods during his lifetime, and even the fourth generation of Barbarian Gods cannot violate it!
Ning Fan didn't know all of this. The Ancient Kingdom's Heavenly Shield was just a small shield as big as a palm. It was cold in his hands. There seemed to be a will left in the coldness, which was vague and impossible to see clearly.
"There is something really weird about this shield..."
Ning Fan glanced at the Ancient Kingdom Battle Shield for a few moments, then stopped caring about the shield. He put the shield away and slowly stepped into the teleportation array in the center of the altar.
The next moment, the ancient and majestic voice slowly sounded.
"Among the Ten Kingdoms Shields, you have chosen the Ancient Kingdom Battle Sky Shield. From this moment on, you are a descendant of my Daoman lineage and are eligible to participate in the Daoman trial. The fourth level is the first level of the Daoman. If you pass, You can exchange the Ancient Kingdom War Sky Shield for one thing among the many relics."
The moment the sound rang out, all the iron boxes between heaven and earth disappeared, and the teleportation array leading to the fourth floor gradually lit up.
Ning Fan was slightly startled, but he didn't know that if he chose the Ancient Kingdom War Heaven Shield, he would become the successor of Daoman.
He didn't know anything about Daoman's successor, Daoman's trial, or what the first level of Daoman was. The only thing he knew was that there was something extraordinary about this shield, and he was right.
With the power of the teleportation array, Ning Fan entered the fourth floor of the ancient barbarian tomb.
On the fourth floor of the ancient barbarian tomb, there were only a few corpses of more than a hundred barbarian cultivators, and each one was a corpse of broken thoughts.
The moment Ning Fan stepped onto the fourth floor, savage corpses stood up staggeringly from the ground, their eyes bursting with murderous intent.
There were even more roars rising into the sky.
"Kill Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"
"The guardian is immortal!"
"kill!"
Ning Fan is not afraid of a murderous intention alone. But the combination of more than a hundred thoughts and murderous intentions could not be ignored by Ning Fan.
With more than a hundred thoughts joining forces, even the Eternal Immortal Lord would have to fight hard.
Targeted by more than a hundred thoughts and murderous intentions, Ning Fan naturally did not dare to neglect, showing an expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and pushed the calamity power around him to the extreme.
Dressed in white and shining with red light, Ning Fan at this moment showed no fear even when faced with the siege of hundreds of people. Now he has the strength to cope with the situation in front of him!
This will be a tough battle, but he will not lose! He has this confidence!
The ancient battlefield is filled with smoke and murderous intent. Finally, one by one, the barbarian cultivators launched an attack on Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was about to take action, but a stream of light flew out on its own and protected him in front of him.
That stream of light is the ancient country's war sky shield!
As soon as the Zhantian Shield appeared, the hundreds of barbaric cultivators who were originally filled with murderous intent were shocked and stopped in their tracks.
No one dares to take action against Ning Fan anymore, no one dares to shout to Ning Fan to kill him!
But on the originally ordinary Zhantian Shield, an ancient mark of a dark red hill suddenly appeared.
As soon as this mark appeared, there was an earth-shaking pressure that swept across the entire fourth level.
The pressure was so strong that it was beyond Ning Fan's understanding. It was a difference in realm. It was the real pressure of a saint, and there was no way to resist it!
Fortunately, this coercion was not intended to hurt anyone. It was fleeting, but it was enough to shake people's hearts and make Ning Fan feel terrified again. He finally understood why the mediocre Ancient Kingdom's Heavenly Shield could make him feel frightened.
It turns out that there was once a saint with great cultivation who planted a mark in this small shield!
That pressure is too strong... Ning Fan secretly compared it in his heart, fearing that even the Immortal and Chaos Ancient level figures do not have such pressure.
This person's strength is much higher than that of Immortal and Chaos Gu, many...
"This son holds the shield of the ancient country and is a descendant of the Taoman lineage. Anyone who hurts him will be punished with one finger of my finger and will not be tolerated!"
At this moment, a voice slowly sounded between heaven and earth.
This voice was clearly the same as the majestic old voice before.
This voice actually stood on Ning Fan's side and intended to protect Ning Fan.
The voice was not harsh, but no barbaric cultivator dared to ignore his orders!
Just because this voice is the voice of Manshan, the first generation of Barbarian God, no barbarian cultivator dares to violate his will!
Each and every one of them thought about Man Xiu and looked at Ning Fan reluctantly. With Dao Man Shan's order, they did not dare to take action against Ning Fan, so they could only transform back into corpses and fall to the ground.
The fourth-generation Barbarian God on the seventh floor smiled bitterly. She had already foreseen this scene. As long as this boy chooses the Shield of Inheritance, no barbaric cultivator will dare to hurt him.
Even if this son is an enemy of the ancient barbarian world... Tai Cang Jie Ling...
"This son has chosen the Shield of Inheritance and is the successor of Daoman. No one in the ancient barbarian tomb dares to hurt him, but it does not mean that he can walk out of this place alive. The successor of Daoman needs to undergo three trials. The test is extremely dangerous. Even if I participate, I can only pass the first level at most, and I will definitely perish in the second level... This guy's cultivation level is not high, and he probably won't be able to pass the first level. The fourth level may be his burial place... "
On the fourth floor, Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the corpses fall back to the ground.
Unexpectedly, after choosing the Ancient Kingdom Battle Sky Shield, he would be protected. In this way, he should not be attacked by the corpses in the ancient barbarian tomb.
Is this considered a benefit of choosing Zhantian Shield...
Boom!
As loud noises were heard, a ladder appeared in the sky. At the end of the ladder was the altar teleportation array leading to the fifth floor.
There are also boxes made of red copper, floating in the air, and each box has a precious light flowing, indicating that the items in the box are extraordinary.
This time, even with Ning Fan's second-level eyesight, he couldn't tell what was in the box. The seals on these copper boxes are of too high a level.
He didn't have time to care about what was in the box. At this moment, a shadow slowly transformed and appeared on the altar, standing with his hands behind his back.
The shadow was vaguely an old man in red, with a very old appearance, a stooped back, a dry and thin figure, but his eyes were as bright as the stars.
On the old man's forehead, there was a mark of a dark red hill, which vaguely conveyed a fierce power, and actually gave Ning Fan a feeling of bloodthirsty.
Behind the old man, there were three vaguely surrounding figures, looming, which he took into his body with a thought.
Those three ring shadows are clearly saint rings that only true saints can possess!
But in Ning Fan's impression, even the First Saint should only have one saint ring, but the old man in red has three saint rings...
What kind of cultivation is he!
"I am the first generation of barbarian gods and barbarian mountains...the shadows of mountains and seas left behind after death...immortal in ancient and modern times..."
"Is it you who chose the Shield of Inheritance..." The old man in red had a majestic voice. This sentence was not a question, but an affirmation.
"In that case, you are qualified to accept the trial of my Daoman lineage. This is the first level. No one will disturb your trial."
"If you pass the trial, you are qualified to exchange the Battle Sky Shield for one of my many relics. If you fail, you will die..."
"Now, the trial begins."
After the old man in red finished speaking, his body immediately turned into speckled shadows and dispersed, giving Ning Fan no chance to refuse.
Before Ning Fan could digest the huge information in the old man's words, shocking changes had occurred in the world.
Each copper box disappeared in an instant, the ladder disappeared, the altar disappeared, and everything in the sky disappeared.
But there is a dark red ancient mountain peak slowly appearing in the sky.
The moment the mountain peak appeared, a huge will that could overwhelm the Eternal Immortal Lord suddenly descended on Ning Fan.
The fourth generation barbarian god frowned and sighed quietly.
She had to admit that Ning Fan was very outstanding. How could a person who could obtain the status of a Daoman successor not be outstanding?
But no matter how good it is, it will probably stop at the fourth level. The first level of Taoism is called the level of will. Only those who survive seventeen breaths under the will of the first-generation Barbarian God can pass the test.
The cultivation level of the first-generation Barbarian God was too high. The one who could last seventeen breaths under his will must at least be the peak Immortal Emperor.
"Seventeen breaths, this boy can't survive. This boy's strength is close to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord, but he is not a true Immortal Lord. The fourth breath may be this boy's limit..." The Fourth Generation Barbarian God secretly thought in his heart.
First breath.
Under the suppression of that huge will, Ning Fan was hit hard and took three steps back. He stabilized his figure on the fourth step, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
There was a faint hint of anger in his eyes.
He doesn't care whether it's the first level or not. He doesn't like the feeling of being suppressed by someone's will.
His will has been tempered for millions of years in the Three Illusions of Reality. He is not afraid of the suppression of anyone's will, even if the other party is the first-generation Barbarian Shinto Manshan!
Second breath.
In the sky, in addition to the dark red mountains, there was also a dark red sea.
Under the mountains and the sea, the will that descended on Ning Fan immediately strengthened several times. An invisible force pushed Ning Fan back continuously. Every time he took a step back, he would definitely cough up a mouthful of blood.
By the third breath, a mountain and two seas had appeared in the sky. On the fourth breath, there was another mountain in the sky.
The power of will descended from Daoman Mountain is beyond the endurance of any eternal immortal.
Under the suppression of this will, Ning Fan's injuries became more and more serious, and his consciousness began to blur. Finally, in his fifth breath, he could not bear it, and died violently with a loud bang.
"You have exceeded my expectations for being able to last until your fifth breath, but it is a pity that you died after all."
"It seems that my previous worries were completely unnecessary. Even if you choose the Shield of Inheritance, you are not qualified to inherit the sacred object of my Daoman lineage, the Ancient Kingdom's Destruction Shield..."
The fourth generation Barbarian God sighed quietly, feeling a bit regretful.
Ning Fan is indeed outstanding. He can survive the eighth loss and is definitely a rare talent in future generations. If he is not the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, it would be a good thing for him to inherit the Dao Man Sacred Artifact.
"If he was not the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, I would help him, help him pass through the three levels of Taoman, and obtain the recognition of holy objects... Unfortunately, his identity cannot be changed, and I will not help the enemy clan's cultivators..."
"Since the fall of the first generation of barbarian gods, there have been only four successors. The first three, even with the help of later generations of barbarian gods, cannot reach the third level. This son is the fourth person... What a pity..."
The fourth generation of barbarian gods only thought that Ning Fan had died violently.
The eyeball monsters in the outside world seemed to have the same feeling at this moment, and actually woke up from the charm.
"Dead! That brat died on the eighth day! Now it's really a big deal! Without him, how can I kill Yin Mo!"
"It's all my fault! If I hadn't insisted on looking at the beauty and forced him to go through the eighth injury, he wouldn't have died... If I hadn't been obsessed with beauty and couldn't extricate myself, it wouldn't have been too late to save him... It's all my fault, it's all my fault ah…"
"Brother Immortal, I'm sorry for you! Little brother...I can't help you avenge your hatred..."
The eyeball monster was filled with regret, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times, but unfortunately, he had no hands...
Ning Fan was his biggest trump card in killing Yin Mo. How could he die? How could he die...
The eyeball monster only thought that Ning Fan was dead, and the fourth generation of barbarian gods also thought that Ning Fan was dead.
Only Ning Fan knew that he was not dead at all. When he was about to die, he activated the power of the Magic Life Pill without hesitation.
The sixth breath!
On the fourth floor of the empty ancient barbarian tomb, where Ning Fan died violently, a seemingly illusory flame suddenly appeared.
The flames grew stronger and stronger, gradually reaching the height of a person. In the next moment, Ning Fan, dressed in white, walked out of the fire unscathed.
He is not dead! Not only did he not die, he also survived until his sixth breath!
"How is it possible! This kid...is still alive!" The fourth generation of barbarian gods and eyeball monsters all looked shocked at this moment.
They couldn't understand why Ning Fan, who had apparently died violently, could resurrect from the ashes and reappear.
The two of them had so much experience that they could think of several possibilities in just a moment, but they were unable to ask Ning Fan for confirmation.
It is not that there are no life-saving means that can be revived from the dead, but without exception, they are all things that the Immortal Emperor is hard to find.
This guy actually has such means to protect himself, but I look down upon him...
"Okay, okay, this brat is still alive, haha! It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!" The eyeball monster was overjoyed.
The fourth-generation Barbarian God frowned, and she sighed in confusion again. She also felt a pity for not killing Ning Fan.
At this moment, there are still two illusory flames burning in Ning Fan's dantian. After stimulating the power of the Magic Life Pill, three phantom fires will be generated in the body, which can save lives three times, but just once, they were used up.
"The first-generation Barbarian Shinto, Manshan, is really a terrifying and powerful man. If it weren't for the Fantasy Life Pill to protect my life, I would definitely die in the fifth breath."
"There are two more phantom fires. Within an hour, I have two chances to come back from the dead..."
"The eyeball monster seems to be awake. If nothing can be done, I can leave this place at any time and give up the eighth loss."
"In this way, there is no need to worry about anything. Now that you have used the Magic Life Pill, don't waste it. Let's pass this first level of Dao barbarism!"
Seventh breath, eighth breath, ninth breath, tenth breath!
Five mountains and five seas have been transformed into the sky, and the power of will emitted is enough to severely injure any powerful Immortal King.
Since the rebirth of the sixth breath, Ning Fan's body has once again suffered injuries under the suppression of the power of will.
At the tenth breath, he was approaching the end of his life.
At the eleventh breath, Ning Fan was overwhelmed again and died violently.
But in the twelfth breath, he walked out of the phantom fire and was reborn from the ashes.
In just twelve breaths, he died twice. Without the Fantasy Life Pill to save his life, with his cultivation level, he would definitely not be able to pass this first level of barbarism.
"There is one last chance to be reborn!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed green as he looked at the six mountains and six seas that gradually transformed into the sky.
With every breath that passes, there will be an additional mountain or sea in the sky. Barbarians take nine mountains and eight seas as their limit, which means that this first barbarian test will last until the seventeenth breath at most!
There is one more chance to be reborn, which is enough to pass the first level of Daoman.
If you pass the first level of Daoman, you can exchange the Ancient Kingdom War Heaven Shield for a relic of the first-generation Barbarian God, Daoman Mountain!
Ning Fan's eyes flickered slightly. The Huan Sheng Dan was a treasure. Once he used it, he had to get the capital back.
Dao Manshan is a saint, and he is no ordinary saint. He has three saint rings. His relics are definitely good things. Anything is enough to compensate for the loss of the Magic Life Pill.
The thirteenth breath, the fourteenth breath, the fifteenth breath.
Ning Fan was finally overwhelmed again and died violently. On the sixteenth breath, he was reborn from the ashes. At this moment, eight mountains and eight seas appeared in the sky.
The power of will between heaven and earth has exceeded the endurance of the Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse.
Just after resurrecting from the ashes, Ning Fan was once again bleeding from his seven orifices under the suppression of this power of will.
The three chances of rebirth of the Magic Life Pill have been used up. Next, he could only survive seventeen breaths with his own strength.
If you survive, you can choose one of the saint's relics and make it your own.
If you can't survive it, you can only give up the eighth loss...
"You brat, I don't know what you are going through right now. If you need it, just send out a thought, and I will activate the Heaven-Deceiving Formation for you to protect your life!" The eyeball monster's message came to Ning at the right time. sounded in Fan's mind.
Ning Fan didn't give a reply, he just gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on under the overwhelming will.
Only one breath left, only the last breath left...
There is no reason to use the Magic Life Pill in vain. I will definitely take one of these saint's relics!
Seventeenth Breath!
At this moment, all the nine mountains and eight seas in the sky transformed, and a pair of illusory eyes appeared in the sky, overlooking Ning Fan.
Those were Dao Manshan's eyes, looking at Ning Fan without any sadness or joy, without any emotion.
At this moment, the power of will between heaven and earth has reached its peak. Even ordinary saints will be injured under this level of will!
Ning Fan's eyes looked a little crazy, and in his mind, the scenes of turning into wild cows, wild fish, and wild butterflies appeared.
His will has been tempered thousands of times. He can be defeated and killed, but his will cannot be destroyed by anyone!
The red light in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and the bloodlines of the four races were running at the same time in his body.
Under his feet, the shadow of a long river appeared. There was a bridge on the river, which was his true bridge.
At this moment, Ning Fan has used all his strength to survive the seventeenth breath no matter what!
It was obviously his last breath, but it felt like a long reincarnation to Ning Fan.
The eighteenth breath!
The phantoms of the nine mountains and eight seas all disappeared.
The ladder, altar, and copper box were transformed again.
Above the altar, the shadows of the mountains and seas of Daoman Mountain also appeared, and for the first time there was a look of satisfaction on his face, which was neither sad nor happy.
"You are very good. With my order from Dao Manshan, I allow you to take one of my many relics in exchange."
This is...a gift from the saint!
"He actually passed the first level of Dao barbarism with less cultivation than the Eternal Immortal Lord!" The fourth generation barbarian god gritted his silver teeth.
Once you pass the first level of Daoman, you will be eligible to take one of the relics from Daoman Mountain.
Will this boy choose the sacred object of the Daoman clan...
Please do not! She would rather die tens of millions of times than see her clan's sacred objects dishonored and fall into the hands of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit.
While the fourth generation of barbarian gods were struggling in their hearts, Ning Fan frequently gasped and felt dizzy.
The copper boxes in the sky opened on their own one by one, revealing the treasures contained within, as well as the shadows of the mountains and seas of Daoman Mountain, which were introduced to Ning Fan one by one.
Ning Fan, on the other hand, had already climbed onto the altar and was listening to Dao Manshan's introduction.
"When I pacified the ten kingdoms and established the ancient barbarian world, I took the quasi-sage eyes of the ten kingdoms and refined a treasure, the Dzi Bead. Although this bead is only of innate grade, if you take the blood of a saint and sacrifice it, it can be used The power of this bead increases tenfold, even a saint can be slightly injured..."
It turned out to be a magic weapon that could even injure a saint! Under the saint, wouldn't this treasure be invincible?
"When I traveled to the immortal realms, I once got a piece of Ganoderma lucidum. If you are a saint, it is useless to take it. If you are a saint, if you take it and you will not die, you can directly have the cultivation of a quasi-sage!"
He turned out to be a quasi-saint after taking the elixir!
"This unnamed ancient scroll was written by a certain ancient Immortal Emperor. I don't recognize the words in it. It seems to record some kind of mysterious magical power..."
It turned out to be a secret scroll of magical powers left behind by a certain ancient Immortal Emperor!
"This puppet was accidentally obtained by me when I was traveling in the wilderness. This puppet... has almost the strength of the Eight Tribulations Immortal Emperor. It is not very powerful. It is still okay to keep it to guard the cave..."
It turned out to be the puppet of the Immortal Emperor who had reached the eighth calamity level in eternity!
Even though he was used to seeing good things, Ning Fan still felt like his eyes were opened at this moment.
Compared with the relics in Daoman Mountain, the genius treasures he had seen in his life were not worth mentioning at all.
Any item here is enough to trigger a frenzy of looting from the four-day old monster. The better these things are, the less Ning Fan knows how to choose.
What should I choose...
Inadvertently, Ning Fan's eyes fell on a certain copper box.
In the copper box, there was a fragment of a magic weapon lying alone.
It seems to be a fragment of a certain shield treasure. It is dark red in color, like copper but not copper.
"What is this?" Ning Fan asked, pointing to the fragment of the magic weapon.
"I'm not going to tell you what this thing is. If you like it, you can take it away directly, but you can't take away other things." Dao Manshan replied meaningfully.
Before Ning Fan, three inheritors came to Daoman Mountain, but among the three, no one chose this object.
Would this boy choose this thing... Dao Manshan shook his head slightly, no matter what Ning Fan chose, he wouldn't care.
After all, he is already a dead person, his responsibilities in life have been fulfilled, and the cause and effect after death has nothing to do with him... (To be continued.)
