Grasping Evil

"Come on!"

The reminders of the other 26 six ancestors were passed into the ears of the sixteen kings, but it was too late.

Ning Fan's robes were all shattered, his skin turned into blood, and his bones, bones, and blood all turned into blood, and the sword was covered with a terrifying blood-colored sword.

He seems to have turned into a blood man, no, he is a blood demon!

The whole body is burning with boiling blood, with blood-colored magic horns on the head and eight blood wings on the back.

He seemed to have lost his mind. He never knew that when he used the Soldier Formula, he would be devoured by demonic thoughts.

His consciousness is sometimes blurred, sometimes sober, bathed in the starlight of the heavens, his physical body barely maintains the level of immortality, but that's all.

The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and merged into Ning Fan's body!

At this moment, the sixteen kings felt a sense of mortal danger and escaped, and the blood demon that Ning Fan transformed into had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

laugh!

The Gorefiend turned into a blood-colored sword glow, which was comparable to the speed of Life Immortal, catching up with the Sixteen Kings in an instant.

The blood-colored sword light is wrapped around his hands, and it has temporarily merged with Xia Huangjian!

With a tear of both hands, Shengsheng tore the sixteen kings in half, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by a sharp sword!

Ning Fan waved his hand to probe it, captured the primordial spirit of the sixteen kings alive, swallowed it in one gulp, and the expression on his face became even stronger!

"what!"

The screams of the sixteen kings spread throughout the entire thirty-three days in an instant!

The 40,000 Immortal Burial Clan people all fought all over, and the Eighteenth King of the Nine Ancestors also felt a cold air rise from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

One blow, kill the Sanxian!

The sixteen kings of the dignified scattered immortals were killed by Ning Fan in one blow!

That is an ancestor!

"This son destroys his own body before he can perform such a powerful move. If he uses this magical power a second time, he will surely fall.

I don't have to be afraid of him, let's take action together and kill this son! "

The Sixth Patriarch's voice fell. The remaining 26 ancestors rushed towards Ning Fan!

They couldn't give Ning Fan time to desperately cast the second sword. Otherwise, they will have an ancestor king fall!

this price. too big!

The blood on Ning Fan's body gradually subsided, and a single defense was only enough to kill a loose immortal.

He really felt it. After performing the Soldier Relief Ceremony, there was a deep-seated demonic thought in his heart, which was indelible.

The so-called inheritance of swordsmanship, if cultivated to the extreme, will naturally degenerate into a demon...

It's just that this demon is a bloodthirsty, cold-blooded demon. It is very different from Ning Fan's magic way.

This demonic thought remains in his heart, which is extremely harmful to Ning Fan, and will definitely affect his path to immortality.

Ordinary people have already died after using the Soldier Form twice, who would care about this magical thought.

Ning Fan is different. He has a black star to heal himself. Even if he uses the Soldier Form, the injury is also recovering rapidly. Although the body is severely injured, it has never been destroyed.

However, the magic thoughts are still deeply ingrained.

If you don't use the Soldier Relief Form once, there will be more magic thoughts.

When it exceeds the limit that Ning Fan can bear, Ning Fan will be swallowed by the demons and become another demon who does not recognize his six relatives.

It's just that Ning Fan has no choice. He can't match so many ancestors. The only thing he can rely on is this technique.

"Silly brother..." In the Xuanyin realm, Luo You closed his eyes with a sigh.

Now, she can't help Ning Fan in this situation.

"Soldiers..."

A cold voice sounded, and Ning Fan once again turned into a blood demon.

The moment he displayed the Soldier Relief Form, all the 26 Ancestor Kings disappeared for a while, and no one dared to rush up first to resist Ning Fan's Soldier Relief Sword Light.

"Jie Jie, who will die..." The Gorefiend smiled, and with a flash of sword light, he appeared in front of the Great Ancestor.

The Great Ancestor was so frightened that he was dripping with cold sweat, raised his hand to sacrifice a golden ring, and hit the Gorefiend Tianling.

The Gorefiend laughed even more grimly, and with a five-finger grasp, the Ring Treasure was cut into countless pieces.

With a tear of the other hand, he tore off the arm of the Great Ancestor and swallowed it in one mouthful.

"Ah!" The Great Ancestor screamed, and in the next moment, the other arm was also torn off and eaten by the Gorefiend.

Tear up little by little, eat little by little, no one of the ancestors dared to rescue the Great Ancestor, watching the Great Ancestor being eaten clean by the Gorefiend!

They dare not approach!

They know that the strength of the Gorefiend will not disappear before the ancestors fall. Whoever approaches will die!

"If the old man's expectations are not bad, the technique performed by this son will destroy the body for the first time, and destroy the primordial spirit for the second time... After two times, he will definitely die, saving me the trouble of killing him. It's a pity that the Great Ancestor and the Sixteen Kings died so miserably..."

"Forget it, I'll take down those two women and help the ancestor resurrect..."

The remaining 25 Ancestor Kings just finished their words, and they got horrified eyes!

Ning Fan, who used the Soldier Technique twice in a row, is still alive!

He is still a Gorefiend, and for the third time, he has performed the Soldier Solving Form!

Magical thoughts, deeper!

Ning Fan's consciousness was even more blurred, only a trace of obsession held on, vowing to protect Mu Weiliang unscathed.

His body gradually began to disobey, gritted his teeth, turned into a blood demon, and forcibly rushed to the center of a pile of ancestors.

All the ancestral kings changed their faces, and with the Gorefiend as the center, they retreated one after another, and each sacrificed the treasure of their own destiny to fight the Gorefiend.

Gorefiend sneered coldly, raised his fingers in a chaotic manner, and the magical treasures of the Immortal Void peak turned into powder.

Afterwards, he turned into a sword light, rushed towards an ancestor king, pierced the dantian of the ancestor king with one claw, and easily crushed his primordial spirit.

"Eighteen kings!" The three ancestor kings roared, and for a while, they forgot their fear of the Gorefiend and rushed towards the Gorefiend.

Gorefiend's eyes flashed with crazy thoughts. At this moment, he only had one thought, and that was to kill all the enemies here!

Soldier solution! Soldier solution! Soldier solution!

The devil's thoughts are getting deeper and deeper!

The Gorefiend directly slammed the attack of the three ancestors, and the wounds were healed instantly under the astrology!

He sneered, nodding three fingers in a row, the three ancestors were immediately chopped into countless rotten flesh by the blood!

"Who else!" The Gorefiend licked his tongue, and there were still bloodstains left by the raw ancestor at the corner of his mouth.

In just ten breaths, six ancestor kings have fallen here!

The remaining 21 ancestors were all timid.

Even if it is against thirty or forty loose immortals, even if they are defeated, they will not be timid.

But the blood demon that Ning Fan transformed into is too terrifying, this is not a human at all, but a demon!

The so-called magician. Most of that devil child still refers to the magic way.

Even if it is an ancient demon, that magic word still refers to the magic method.

There are also good-hearted people. Ancient Demons also have soft-hearted daughters.

However, the blood demon in front of him. His demons have nothing to do with cultivation techniques, but a demonic thought that comes from the depths of his heart!

cruel. Cold-blooded, ruthless, vile, cunning. evil...

This demon is a mad demon, killing all enemies for the obsession in his heart, unscrupulously!

However, this demon is terrifyingly powerful, I am afraid it is an ordinary life immortal. When encountering such a fierce and fearless blood demon, you must think twice before avoiding the edge for a while.

Can instantly kill six Loose Immortals. In addition to the immortals, who else can!

At this moment, Ning Fan, who can unrestrictedly use the Soldier Technique, is no different from Ming Xian!

"Retreat! Let's retreat! This demon is invincible. The matter of resurrecting the first ancestor can only be temporarily abandoned... If I wait to die, the first ancestor will really not be resurrected again!"

"The people of the Immortal Burial Clan obey the orders, and the monks who are lower than the Sixth Fragmentation Realm should all stay here and block this demon! Give me a chance to escape!"

The Second Ancestor gave an order, and without saying a word, turned around and left, daring to arrest Mingque and Mu Weiliang again.

The rest of the ancestors also gritted their teeth, suppressed their panic a little, turned around and fled. If you continue to stay, you will surely die.

The monks above Broken Six were equally terrified. Even the ancestor king was easily killed by the Gorefiend. How dare they die, and it would be better if they could escape.

More than 40,000 strong people under the broken five were left behind by the ancestors.

They knew in their hearts that they and the others would never survive in the hands of the Gorefiend. For the present, they could only fight to the death to try to keep the tribe going.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, can you escape? Soldiers! Soldiers! Soldiers!"

The Gorefiend sneered, and the whole body suddenly shattered, turning into a scroll of hundreds of millions of blood-colored sword lights, and the sword lights swept across the sky in an instant.

He walked behind 40,000 people step by step, and behind him, all the 40,000 Immortal Burial Clan powerhouses fell into countless blood mists!

"Wha, what! 280 Fragments and 40,000 Refiners can't stop this demon for half a step! Damn, except for my ancestors, everyone left behind and preserved the blood of the Immortal Burial Clan!"

"...Yes!"

Following the Ancestral King's order, 45 Broken Six and Seven Broken Powerhouses stood in front of the Gorefiend.

The 21 ancestors fled desperately.

"It's just trash... Soldier solution!"

laugh!

The Gorefiend sneered, shattered into countless blood lights, and disappeared without a trace.

In the next instant, he appeared behind the 45 strong men.

The 45 Shattered Six and Shattered Seven old monsters all had their expressions fixed on their faces.

The next moment, everyone's heads flew high, blood spattered in the clouds. The blood-colored sword energy invaded the body, and even strangled their primordial spirit instantly!

Gorefiend didn't even look at the corpses, dao fruits, and storage bags on the ground.

He just stared at the 21 ancestors who escaped in front of him, licked his tongue, and gave a bloodthirsty expression.

With a ruthless step, all the spoils of war will be smashed!

He likes to destroy!

For him, killing is the most fun thing to do.

After the soldiers have been relieved so many times, Ning Fan's Dao Heart has been deeply eroded by the devil's thoughts, and his Dao Heart has been lost.

Stepping on 8,800 black starlights, the Gorefiend chased behind the Seventeenth King in an instant, transformed into a huge 50,000-zhang, and swallowed the Seventeen Kings alive.

As soon as the Seventeenth King was swallowed into the belly of the Gorefiend, he was smashed to pieces by the bloody awn, screamed and died unexpectedly!

This is the power of Soldiers!

This is the reason why the Western Heavenly Soldier Xie Zongwei is famous!

Exchanging death for death, this technique can only be performed by lunatics. Soldiers Jiezong is a concentration of lunatics!

It's just that the disciples of the Soldier Soldier Sect used the Soldier Sword Technique for the sake of the war, for the sake of the sect, and for the sake of their hearts.

Gorefiend is different.

At first, Ning Fan used the Soldier Form to protect Mu Weiliang, but at this moment, he has degenerated into a blood demon, and his heart is only slaughter, and his six relatives do not recognize him!

"Seventeen Kings!"

Jiuwang looked at the Gorefiend with gnashing teeth. He wanted to volunteer to stay behind to block the Gorefiend, but in the next instant, it was torn to pieces by the Gorefiend.

The Eighth Ancestor was trembling all over. When he was chased by the Gorefiend, he wanted to beg for mercy, but the Gorefiend ignored his request for mercy, and even did not bother to accept him as a slave.

Gorefiend, just want to kill!

In an instant, the Eighth Patriarch was torn to shreds!

The fifth ancestor was swallowed by the blood demon, the four kings were chewed up by the blood demon, and the eleventh king was trampled into flesh by the blood demon.

One by one, the ancestors of the shocking ancestors. They fell one after another, and in the end, only the Thirteen Kings were left...

The Thirteenth King did not dare to escape, and gritted his teeth. Rush to the Gorefiend. Self-destruction, trying to perish with the Gorefiend.

his death. It did hurt the Gorefiend a little bit.

The blood on Ning Fan's body was slightly scattered, and he exited the body of the Gorefiend, half kneeling on the ground, and his body was covered with wounds.

Too late to heal. Even if the astrology is powerful, it is too late to heal.

Soldiers have been cast too many times...

And he, one person slaughtered the entire Immortal Burial Clan!

The price is that the heart of Tao is completely polluted and eroded by demons...

Ning Fan forced himself to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were almost out of control.

He is still a bit sensible at the moment, because he was severely injured by the last ancestor king.

But if the injury recovers later. He'll be enchanted again and lose all his sanity, even if he doesn't use the Soldier...

cost, cost...

Act in this world. Which one doesn't cost anything.

"I have to go back earlier, take the coolness away, and find a way to temporarily suppress the demonic thoughts...before I completely lose my mind."

As soon as Ning Fan gritted his teeth, he didn't care to collect the scattered storage bags on the ground, set up the ancient golden sword, and galloped back all the way.

He scattered the 8,800 black stars above his head, but the astrology still healed itself instinctively in the body.

His injury is recovering little by little.

The magic thoughts that had been scattered slightly were also recovering.

His eyes were blood red, and he gradually lost his mind, but he gritted his teeth and struggled.

When he returned to the undead tree, he was icy and icy, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was once again invaded by demonic thoughts!

One person slaughtered 27 loose immortals, and the suffocating spirit on his body was extremely terrifying, even if the immortals saw him, he would be deeply afraid.

When Lu Xiu and the others saw Ning Fan's return, and then watched Ning Fan's suffocating aura, they knew that Ning Fan must have killed the Nine Patriarchs and Eighteen Kings, and they were all shocked.

Especially at this moment, Ning Fan gave them an extremely unfamiliar feeling. That stern smile was too bloodthirsty, making people shudder.

Mu Weiliang has been completely resurrected, but he has not yet woken up.

The undead tree has completely withered, and its vitality has disappeared.

"Master, you're back! I thought you were going to die, I'm so scared!"

Seeing Ning Fan's safe return, Sanmo burst into tears with joy.

Don't get me wrong, he was worried that Ning Fan would die because he was restrained by Ning Fan.

Ning Fan is the master, if the master dies, the slave will die... He is afraid that he will be implicated by Ning Fan and die.

"San... Demon..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed with blood, and he sneered as he looked at San Mo, and with a single instruction, it was a soldier again.

In an instant, he turned into the body of a blood demon, and with a single finger, it was enough to kill the scattered demons in an instant.

Seeing this situation, the scattered demon was almost scared to pee. He couldn't catch this sword light, and he would definitely die!

At a critical juncture, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly showed a look of struggle, and he suddenly waved his hand, hitting the blood-colored sword light into the distance, avoiding the scattered demons.

The power of a sword instantly leveled the earth for thousands of miles, and the blood shone into the sky.

"Brother Bing's situation is not right! Brother Bing, look at me, I'm Mingque! Don't you recognize me!"

Ming Que showed an anxious look. At this moment, Ning Fan made her feel so unfamiliar.

Seeing Mingque, the Gorefiend licked his tongue and wanted to eat the pill demon in one bite.

In the next instant, the Gorefiend suddenly beat his chest involuntarily, and pointed a sword beam, hitting a blood-colored hole in his chest.

Slightly dispelled the magic...

Ning Fan withdrew from the Gorefiend, and his eyes became clear again.

How could he be willing to hurt Mingque...

Now that the demonic thoughts have penetrated deep into his heart, only by seriously hurting himself can the demonic thoughts be dispersed a little and temporarily restore half of his sanity.

"Is this the price you pay for using the Soldier's Sword Technique... Is it worth it..." Si Wuxie bit his lip.

If her deity is like this again, there is still a way to help Ning Fan suppress the magic thoughts a little.

But her clone couldn't help Ning Fan at all.

"Is it worth it..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly, but he would still laugh.

Step by step towards the green coffin, looking at Mu Weiliang in the coffin, he felt a little relieved.

He said that he would not let her die again.

Now, is it a reluctance to fulfill that promise...

"Little Butterfly...Little Butterfly..."

Seeing that Ning Fan was approaching, Mu Weiliang gently opened his eyes and looked at Ning Fan with pure eyes, confused, puzzled, and joyful.

"You are the little butterfly... Who am I..."

All her damaged memories were given to Ning Fan. Ning Fan saw the scene of Heaven's destruction.

Now she has forgotten everything, the only thing she remembers is Ning Fan.

Only the butterfly is left... even if you forget everything. And will not forget that butterfly.

She remembers. I waited for the little butterfly for a long time, now. Finally the wait...

"You are Mu Weiliang."

"Mu...wei...cool..."

She supported her body lightly and sat up from the green coffin. Ning Fan quickly supported her and carried her out of the green coffin.

from today. This green coffin is no longer needed.

Just a scene that surprised Ning Fan immediately appeared.

Mu Weiliang left the green coffin, moved the lotus step lightly, took the first step, his stature gradually became shorter, and his appearance became immature.

The face that was originally sixteen years old suddenly turned twelve years old.

Here she takes a step. Appearance and figure changed again, becoming nine years old.

Another step, turned into six years old.

Six-year-old Mu Weiliang looks like a girl. She timidly grabbed Ning Fan's hand.

She remembered her little butterfly, and she didn't want to let go.

"Little Butterfly, why am I so short?" She tilted her head, expressing confusion.

Ning Fan frowned, looking at Si Wuxie, also puzzled.

"The new soul she reshaped, the soul has not yet grown, it is still very weak, and the body also cooperates with the soul, turning into a childlike face... Only by taking the 'immortal soul grass' can nourish the soul and grow again... "

"Immortal Soul Grass? Can you get some?" Ning Fan asked with a frown.

"No... This grass is only found in the East Heaven Immortal Realm. In the East Heaven, there is an Immortal Soul Star, and there is a clan above it. Can the grass still be found..." Si Wuxie sighed.

"Little Butterfly? Am I not growing up?" Mu Weiliang showed a frustrated expression.

Reshaping a new soul, her mental age seems to have become smaller, and she is completely a juvenile version of Mu Weiliang.

"No, you will grow up, trust me, fairy soul grass..."

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, put the green coffin into the storage bag, looked at the loot near the undead tree, thought about it, and put it away one by one.

"Your demonic thoughts are very tricky... If you want, I will send you a private promotion and take you back to the Western Heaven to suppress demonic thoughts..." Although Si Wuxie's tone was cold, Ning Fan could hear a hint of concern.

"no..."

Ning Fan shook his head with a wry smile, Si Wuxie was the Saintess of the Western Heavens, so it was enough to openly give Ning Fan a promotion.

He didn't want to worry about innocence.

Of course, if Ning Fan was given a place openly, Ning Fan would inevitably be investigated by Kunlun Yaochi Haosheng.

Once the identity of the ancient demon is exposed, he has almost no chance of surviving in the Western Heaven... Western Heaven Buddhist Sect, kill the ancient demon and then hurry up...

"Hmph, don't pretend that I didn't tell you." Si Wuxie frowned, a little unhappy.

"What is the magic thought? Eat more delicious food, can you suppress the magic thought? I have a lot of delicious food here, all for you!"

Ming Que unpacked the storage bag full of elixir and handed it to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan waved his hand, somewhat dumbfounded.

In Mingque's consciousness, is eating a panacea...

boom!

The earth of thirty-three days suddenly trembled violently.

Under this tremor, a force of immortal-level pressure suddenly rolled towards Ning Fan and the others.

In an instant, Ning Fan's expression changed drastically!

"Junior, you are not too timid. You killed everyone in my Immortal Burial Clan, and even hindered this seat's resurrection plan. Tell me, how should this seat punish you!"

boom! boom! boom!

Under the earth of these thirty-three days, there is a power immortal sleeping!

That immortal powerhouse is bombarding the seal of the earth with one punch, trying to get out of trouble from here!

"Dan Demon, and the woman who absorbed the undead tree of this seat... Leave these two women behind, and this seat will let you live, how about it?"

boom! boom! boom!

The earth is cracking a little bit, and a fierce person is breaking out of the seal little by little!

His murderous intention has already locked on Ming Que and Mu Weiliang!

"I got information that the nine ancestors and eighteen kings of the Immortal Burial Clan spent their time trying to resurrect their ancestors...ancient burial! It is said that at the peak of the ancient burial, he was a quasi emperor, and now it seems that we have destroyed the resurrection. The big plan is to only restore to the realm of life immortals, but it is definitely not something we can contend with! We must escape from the ancient heaven before he breaks the seal!"

There was a hint of panic on Si Wuxie's expression.

A quasi-emperor-level figure is only one step away from being an immortal emperor!

Even if this kind of character has just been resurrected and has not yet regained his peak cultivation, no one who is present can compete!

"This person is incomparable! You all enter this world, and I am responsible for escaping!"

Ning Fan stroked Yuan Yaoyu. All Si Wuxie, Ming Que, and Mu Weiliang were collected into the Yuanyao Realm, and the scattered demons were collected into the sealed magic bag.

Without further ado, Black Star healed the blood hole in his chest, and the demonic thoughts scattered in his body reunited.

He once again incarnated into the Gorefiend. Lose all sanity!

Soldier solution!

Even a bloodthirsty gorefiend. They also dare not compete with the ancestors of ancient burials.

Without further ado, the Gorefiend turned into a ray of blood. Go straight to the thirty-two floor.

"Oh? Escape is not slow, but it may not be able to escape from the palm of the seat. Open!"

boom!

After a loud noise, an abyss of thousands of miles split into the earth.

A young man with white hair looked at the direction where Ning Fan fled. licked his tongue.

"Let's see how long your junior can escape."

laugh!

The white-haired boy ran after Ning Fan, the thirty-second floor, the thirty-first floor, the thirty-floor...

After chasing down layer by layer, Ning Fan forced his troops to solve the formula, maintaining the body of the blood demon, and the talisman load was getting bigger and bigger.

The white-haired boy had a determined look on his face.

He was convinced. Even if he hasn't recovered to his peak cultivation base, it is still easy to handle a broken sixth generation.

...

The twenty-ninth layer of the ancient heaven.

Chang Shan was frightened when he saw the destruction of the Ghost Raising Formation.

This is the formation of raising ghosts that the ancestors spent countless efforts to set up. Destroyed...

How will he report this to the ancestors this time? I don't know if I will be drawn out by the angry ancestors to make alchemy...

"I must catch the pill demon, bring it back to the sect, and atone for my sins! Humph! Last time I was careless and was attacked by the woman in white. This time I am well prepared and will definitely be able to take away the pill demon!"

"Oh? I can't believe that the pill demon is already on the 30th floor. Well, it's already on the 29th floor!"

Chang Shan held a compass, positioned the direction of Dan Demon, and galloped away in a certain direction.

A few days later, he noticed from a distance that there was a very familiar aura in front of him.

Ning Fan's breath!

"I found it! Catching this son is equivalent to catching the alchemist! This son is only broken, if I attack, it will be easy to take down this son!"

Chang Shan took a pill, disappeared, and hid here.

In the distance, a blood-colored light was getting closer.

That escape light gave Chang Shan a sense of unease, always feeling that something was out of his control.

He didn't think much about it, but when the bloody light was approaching, he jumped out and stopped in front of 'Ning Fan', sneering.

"Junior, hand over the pill demon, and this seat can be opened to keep your whole body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly shocked.

But he saw what Ning Fan he was blocking, it was clearly a monster covered in blood!

No, to be precise, this person is indeed Ning Fan, but the situation seems a bit strange!

The evil spirit on Ning Fan's body was so powerful that Chang Shan felt panic.

The pressure on Ning Fan's body was as heavy as a mountain, and Chang Shan couldn't breathe!

This is ridiculous! He was dignified and scattered, and he actually showed his cowardice in front of a broken sixth monk!

"Whoever blocks me, die!"

Ning Fan, who turned into a blood demon, didn't mean to talk nonsense with Chang Shan at all.

Subconsciously, Ning Fan remembered that Chang Shan was an enemy, and naturally he would not stop the demons from killing.

The Gorefiend raised his finger a little, and countless blood lights immediately slashed towards Changshan. The fierce wind pressure made Changshan's face hurt!

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't understand why Ning Fan, who had broken six cultivation bases, could cut such an amazing sword.

However, he should be able to take this sword, after all, he is a dignified loose immortal...

After taking a few pills, Chang Shan's cultivation level skyrocketed, and he used his hands to extinguish the sword light.

In the next instant, with a confident expression, he was cut to pieces by the bloody sword glow.

Only one primordial spirit rolled up his storage bag in horror and escaped from the corpse, shivering all over.

"Solitary solution! He has already been released! How is this possible! How did he maintain the state of release from the army and fly away! Why doesn't his body collapse!"

"Want to leave?" The Gorefiend showed a cold smile, and with a flash of blood, he swallowed Changshan's Primordial Spirit.

What about a storage bag? After thinking about it, I just put it away.

That was Ning Fan's will. Ning Fan suspected that there was a secret treasure on Chang Shan's body, and he could search for traces of Ming Que.

He's going to destroy this treasure!

Even when Chang Shan was dying, he couldn't believe that he would be instantly killed by Ning Fan, who had always looked down on him!

The Gorefiend slashed Chang Shan, without saying a word, and continued to flee to the lower level.

Behind him, a white-haired boy chased him all the way. Whenever he encounters monsters and beasts, he kills them and devours blood to restore his strength.

His cultivation is recovering little by little...

"You can't run away!" The white-haired boy smiled coldly, revealing his white teeth.

On the teeth, full of animal blood.