Ning Fan stepped on the thousand-foot sword light, splitting the power of the forbidden air all the way. After six breaths, the sword light rushed to the highest point of the seventh floor.
At the seventh breath, the sword light penetrated directly through the sky of the seventh level, passed through the turbulent flow of space, and rushed all the way to the eighth level.
At this moment, on the eighth floor, Ao Xuan and others were trying to break into the palace and cautiously moving towards the ninth floor.
In the sky, there are densely packed ice coffins, with a total of 43,000. There is not a single empty coffin, and all of them contain ancient corpses.
The entire eighth floor was deathly silent, not even the sound of wind. Even Ao Xuan and others who were marching did not dare to make a sound.
Ao Xuan was at the farthest back. At this moment, he had just passed through the 11th palace on the eighth floor and arrived at the entrance of the 12th palace.
The fourth ancestor walked to the 26th palace, the second ancestor walked to the 41st palace, and the first generation barbarian ancestor walked to the palace. The fastest one is the Seventh Patriarch who has always remained silent. At this moment, he has reached the 104th palace.
He was moving very fast, moving forward like a ghost. When walking, colorful afterimages are often left behind.
No. 1, he got through quickly. Then came the 106th, 107th, and 108th houses. Soon, he passed through the 111th house and reached the top of the eighth floor.
In the sky at the highest point, you can see the sea of gray fog. This sea of fog is extremely strange and can block out all sounds. Even if you use your magical power within the sea of fog, the ancient corpses outside will not be able to detect it and will not hear a single sound.
In the center of the foggy sea, a huge dark green stone door hung high in the sky.
Shimen is very old and has existed for unknown ages. There is a totem of a huge eyeball carved on the door. The eyeball is half closed, and there is a faint flow of gray light on it. If you look closely, you will find that there are gray runes, and there are quite a few, tens of thousands of them. many.
Those runes seemed to have an invisible deterrent. As a result, no ancient corpse dared to approach within a radius of dozens of miles with Shimen as the center.
This door is the only entrance to the ninth floor.
For the first seven levels, you only need to split the sky to enter the next level. The eighth floor is different. The stone door must be opened to enter the ninth floor.
Outside the stone gate, there is a broken stone tablet, with lines of scriptures engraved on it, written in ancient immortal script.
Many texts are incomplete. It's unreadable, but there are still some relatively complete sentences on the stele.
'My ancestor, Yin Mo, was a nine-generation barbarian god in the ancient barbarian world. He was besieged by Zi Dou Xian Xiu. He escaped, and was suppressed by the clone of Zi Dou Immortal Emperor. He was imprisoned in the Nine Heavens Palace. If he ever escapes, he vows to kill Zi Dou Xian. build'
The coercion coming from the Shimen was too strong. The closer I got to the Shimen, the more difficult I felt every step forward.
The Seventh Patriarch walked along the ancient bluestone road. He walked all the way deep into the center of the foggy sea, and only stopped when he was a hundred feet away from the stone gate. His eyes glanced at the ancient monument outside the stone gate, which was extremely dark for a moment.
"The passage leading to the ninth floor is not in the sky, but in this stone door. As long as you open this stone door, you can enter the ninth floor. Barbarian God Yinmo is there."
The seventh ancestor walked closer. I tried to push the stone door, but I felt that the stone door was extremely heavy and could not be pushed open at all.
Suddenly. An extremely dangerous feeling appeared in the heart of the Seventh Patriarch, causing him to retreat immediately without any hesitation.
The stone door in front of him suddenly shook slightly, and the half-closed eyeball pattern on the door suddenly opened, his eyes full of ruthlessness, as if he could ignore all life and death in this world.
At the moment when his eyes opened, a voice came from the stone gate and sounded in the mind of the Seventh Patriarch.
"With your eternal cultivation, you are not qualified to enter the ninth level, so step back!"
Back off!
Back off! !
Back off! ! !
Shimen's voice was extremely majestic, but also full of contempt. It does not allow the Seventh Patriarch to step into the ninth level, and it looks down upon the Seventh Patriarch's cultivation.
That voice echoed in the mind of the Seventh Patriarch, causing the Seventh Patriarch's sea of consciousness to ache, but his eyes did not change much, and were still as deep as a ten thousand-foot deep pool of water.
"It's just a stone gate that has a little intelligence, but it dares to look down on me. That's all, let you see if I am qualified to step into this gate."
The Seventh Ancestor took a step forward, and his two heads, one crying and one laughing, opened their mouths at the same time, and sprayed out two black and red light beams as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It was the barbarian tribe's unique barbaric flash technique, and they blasted straight towards the stone door.
He was going to blow open the stone door with one blow!
The two wild flashing pillars suddenly divided into four in mid-air, and divided into more and more, four into eight, eight into sixteen, and in an instant they were divided into nine million.
The Seventh Ancestor pointed forward, and all nine million wild flashes crashed down on the stone gate. The power of the strike was almost as powerful as the full blow of the Second Tribulation Immortal Lord. After receiving this blow, many cracks suddenly appeared on the stone door, but as the gray runes lit up, the cracks on the stone door immediately repaired themselves and remained intact as before.
"The blow just now is not enough to enter the ninth floor! This is not a place for you to come!"
Shimen shouted coldly, and two thousand gray runes flew out from the eyeball pattern on the door. When the runes gathered together, they formed bursts of gray wind. In the center of the wind, four giant fire phoenix shadows appeared, surrounding them. Burning with gray flames.
The four gray fire phoenixes chirped and fanned their fire wings together, and the gray sea of fire immediately flooded towards the Seventh Ancestor. The ash fire was so terrifying that all the roads it passed along the way were burned to ashes.
Seeing this scene, the Seventh Patriarch's expression changed slightly. If he did not leave this place, he would surely be drowned in the sea of fire. After taking half a step back, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and nine million wild flashes suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. After merging with each other, they condensed into a cold scimitar and slashed towards the sea of fire.
With one slash, the sea of fire in front of him was directly divided into two. The sword light moved forward unstoppably, and finally struck the stone gate with a fierce slash.
This time, there were more cracks in the stone door, but with the flash of gray runes, it was still repaired as before.
"It's still not enough!" Shi Men sneered slightly, seeming to be very disdainful of the power of the Seventh Ancestor's attack.
This stone gate is condensed with immortal energy. It has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for countless years, and finally gave birth to a trace of spiritual wisdom.
Since the stone gate is made of immortal energy, it only takes a moment to repair itself after being damaged. It is almost impossible for the Eternal Immortal Lord to blast open the stone door head-on. Unless you encounter an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse who can cause irreparable damage to the stone gate with one blow, it will be difficult for the stone gate to be forcibly broken open.
"The clone of cause and effect appears!"
The seventh ancestor's eyes were still as calm as water. He flipped his hand, took out twelve black or white chess pieces, and flicked them with his fingers. Sacrifice towards the front.
After the chess piece flew a little distance, it suddenly transformed into a human form, turning into twelve white-haired old men wearing colorful Taoist robes, standing proudly.
The appearance of these twelve old men is shrouded in colorful light, making it impossible to see clearly. Each one has a strength close to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord, and they are all the causal clones refined by the Seventh Ancestor.
One of the old men opened his mouth and inhaled forward, directly sucking a lot of the immortal energy in the stone gate into his belly, swallowing it and refining it. This made Shimen weaken a lot.
Another old man bit his finger and drew a crow totem in front of him. He muttered something, and the totem suddenly turned into crows. They bumped into the stone door without fear of death and blew up the stone door with self-destruction.
The other old men also showed their magical powers. In just a few breaths, the stone door suffered a lot of damage and was covered with cracks. Almost to pieces.
"It's interesting, but it's still not enough!" Shi Men said disapprovingly, and the runes on his body flashed. All cracks were repaired immediately. No matter how these twelve colorful old men attack, they can't smash the stone door into pieces.
"It's really tricky." The Seventh Patriarch frowned for the first time and took back all the twelve causal clones.
"Fortunately, I was prepared."
The Seventh Patriarch turned his hand and took out a ghostly soul flag. After pondering for a while, he held the soul flag and knelt half-kneeling under the stone gate.
Kneel this time. The one kneeling was not Shimen, but the many barbarian gods from the ancient wilderness.
The ancient barbarians had many forbidden spells. Only by worshiping the barbarian gods and borrowing a little bit of the barbarian god's power from heaven and earth could they display the corresponding magical powers.
"The eleventh branch of the ancient barbarian world, Fan Mokong, a monk from the Fan family, prays to the barbarian gods in the sky to grant them the power of the barbarian gods."
After saying this, the Seventh Patriarch bit his finger and drew a huge blood array in the air with his fingers. Shaking the soul flag again, millions of barbarian souls immediately flew out from the soul flag, all of which were trapped in the blood formation.
These wild souls looked confused at first, but as time went by, they gradually regained some of their sanity.
The first to regain their sanity were the souls of the barbarian monks. Some barbarian monks recognized the origin of the blood array in front of them and were shocked.
This blood formation is recorded in the ancient books of the wilderness. It is an ancient formation used by the ancient barbarians when they offered sacrifices to the barbarian gods.
Legend has it that the ancient barbarians were very different from today's barbarians. They could extend their lifespan and gain strength through cultivation.
Legend has it that in ancient times, barbarians could set up sacrificial formations, and by offering sacrifices, they could borrow the power of the barbarian gods from heaven and earth to perform some special forbidden spells.
These legends are recorded in many ancient books, and some ancient books even retain formation diagrams, and many barbarian monks know them.
It is a pity that the barbarians of later generations were unable to practice. No one could set up a sacrificial array and borrow the power of the barbarian gods in the world.
However, these barbarian monks still know the sacrifice formation to some extent! The formation in front of them is definitely a sacrifice formation, and they are being sacrificed!
"No! When my soul is taken away, I will be sacrificed as a sacrifice!" Some barbarian monks were shocked and told other barbarians what happened in front of them. Suddenly, millions of barbarians were in panic.
"What! We have become sacrifices! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Master Shangxian, where are you? Come and save us! Please!"
"Lord Immortal"
"Lord Zhao Jian"
Each barbarian showed a look of despair, knelt down in the blood array, and prayed devoutly.
They were once again in a desperate situation, and they were not sure whether they could survive this wild catastrophe.
They once believed in the barbarian ancestors, but that belief has been shattered. Nowadays, they have only one person to believe in, a foreign immortal who saved them from the great calamity.
The Immortal Zhao Jian is the last faith of these barbarians.
Whether they are old people or children, every barbarian is praying. They don't know if the immortal will come to save them. Even though he knew there was little hope, he was unwilling to do nothing and just wait to die. It seems that only praying can reduce the fear of death.
Lord Immortal, where are you?
We barbarians have been abandoned by heaven and earth and have suffered many disasters. You are willing to come and save us. If you come, we are willing to give our hearts and become your loyal servants.
This scene made the Seventh Ancestor feel a little dazzling and he frowned.
The barbarians in the ancient wilderness have been servants of the Fan family monks since ancient times. These barbarians obviously only need to believe in the seven barbarian ancestors of the Fan family. How can they believe in others. Haha, I actually changed my belief. It's really interesting to believe in an alien immortal cultivator named Zhao Jian.
Immortal Zhao Jian? Haha, never heard of it.
No one can save you, and neither can the person named Zhao Jian. You are just a sacrifice for me to go to the ninth floor.
"The ancient heaven above, please send the brute force of all heavens to my body!"
The seventh ancestor showed a ruthless look on his face and bowed heavily to the blood formation.
This bow. The millions of barbarians in the blood formation screamed again and again as if they were hit hard, and their souls began to dissipate at an extremely fast speed.
"Goodbye!"
"Three obeisances!"
After three bows, the Seventh Patriarch suddenly stood up and looked coldly at the millions of barbarians in the blood formation, as if looking at a group of livestock.
Under his formidable gaze, barbarians were constantly losing their souls, and more and more barbarians were dying. Three hundred thousand people died in a matter of seconds. And the seventh ancestor gradually gained an indescribable power.
That power is the power of the Barbarian God passed down orally by the ancient barbarians, although there is only a tiny trace of the Barbarian God's power that descended on the Seventh Ancestor. But it was enough for him to perform a low-level ancient barbarian forbidden technique.
"Only 300,000 barbarians were sacrificed, and a trace of the power of the barbarian gods was enough. The remaining 700,000 barbarian souls should be kept for the time being in case of emergency."
The seventh ancestor pointed a finger. The blood array sacrifices were stopped, and the 700,000 wild souls that were lucky enough to survive were collected into the soul flags. Then he made a hand with his fingers and chanted an ancient mantra. The body suddenly faded into a shadow.
Step by step, he walked towards the stone door. This time, the Seventh Patriarch's body seemed to become nothingness. He raised his right foot and stretched it towards the stone door. His almost transparent right foot penetrated directly through the stone door and submerged into it.
At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the Shimen, as if his will had replaced Shimen's will, as if the Shimen had become him, and he had become the Shimen.
"Is it an ancient barbarian forbidden technique? Okay, you are qualified to enter the ninth floor!" Shimen's tone became a little solemn.
It didn't know which ancient forbidden technique the Seventh Patriarch used, but it knew that it could no longer stop the Seventh Patriarch.
Next, the Seventh Ancestor will gradually integrate into the stone gate, and finally walk out from the other side of the stone gate, directly cross the stone gate, and enter the ninth floor.
The Seventh Patriarch ignored Shimen and remained the same, sinking his body towards Shimen little by little and becoming one with Shimen. The power of the Barbarian God he borrowed was not much, and the speed of integrating into the stone gate was not too fast. It took him a long time to integrate half of his body into the stone gate.
Suddenly, the Seventh Patriarch was slightly surprised and looked towards the lower level.
At this moment, on the lifeless eighth floor, a strong wind suddenly arose, and a drizzle of rain fell from the sky.
The strange eighth floor is extremely cold and the temperature is extremely low. Any water droplets that fall here will condense into ice in an instant. Why does it rain here?
This rain doesn't look like it was transformed by supernatural powers. There are no traces of chiseling or carving. Where does this rain come from? The Seventh Patriarch frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart for no apparent reason.
"Weird, why did it suddenly rain? This rain won't wake up the ancient corpses here, right?"
Ao Xuan, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all looked worried. Fortunately, the rain did not wake up the ancient corpse, and the four of them could not help but feel relieved.
But for some reason, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.
At first it was just a gentle drizzle, but later it became almost a torrential downpour.
At the entrance to the eighth floor, space cracks suddenly appeared. The cracks became more and more numerous, and finally broke open, revealing the turbulent flow of space below.
In the turbulent flow of space, a thousand-foot-long sword light suddenly burst out from it!
On top of the sword tip, two figures stood. One of them was a young man in white, with silver hair fluttering in the wind and rain. His ghostly face cut off all expressions, only revealing his evil eyes.
The heavy rain between heaven and earth was transformed by the young man's peeping rain technique, and he saw the scene of the Seventh Ancestor's blood sacrifice to the wild soul.
He came too late, millions of barbarian souls were sacrificed and 300,000
The dead barbarians were still praying for his arrival before they died, but he came too late.
It can't be said that he is sad. Ning Fan has long looked down on life and death, and his heart is as solid as stone. The death of the barbarian cannot make him sad.
There is just an anger that lingers in my heart, and the prayers of those barbarians before they die are still vivid in my mind and cannot be erased or wiped away.
The heavy rain that covered the entire eighth floor suddenly took on a chilling air.
Ning Fan raised his foot and stepped on it. The Qianzhang sword light that had just rushed into the eighth level of the sky directly locked onto the Seventh Ancestor and rushed out suddenly, wielding the sword at a high speed.
The vast and boundless power of the forbidden air on the eighth level tried to suppress Ning Fan from the air, but was completely wiped out by the thousand-foot sword light.
He wants to take back all the remaining 700,000 wild souls!
"It's actually flying with a sword!"
When the thousand-foot-long sword light rushed into the eighth floor, Ao Xuan and others all took a breath of cold air, and even the Seventh Ancestor showed a shocked look for the first time.
The power of the forbidden air in the eighth level has become incredibly powerful. Even the weaker Immortal Emperor may not be able to fly in the eighth level.
This person at least has the strength of a mid-level Immortal Emperor!
Come on, who is it?
The moment they saw Ning Fan's ghostly face and silver hair, the expressions of Ao Xuan, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all changed drastically.
"It's him!" All four of them lost their voices.
The person with the strength of the 'Immortal Emperor' is actually the ghost-faced monk (To be continued...)
