Grasping Evil

Ning Fan stepped on the sword light that spanned thousands of meters, splitting the power of the forbidden sky all the way. After six breaths, the sword light rushed to the top of the seventh floor.

In the seventh breath, the sword light directly penetrated the sky on the seventh floor, traversing the turbulent flow of space, and rushed all the way to the eighth floor.

At the moment on the eighth floor, Ao Xuan and the others were trying their best to break into the palace and cautiously moved towards the ninth floor.

In the sky, densely packed with ice coffins, there are 43,000 coffins, not a single empty coffin, and all of them contain ancient corpses.

The entire eighth floor was as silent as death, and there was not even the sound of wind. Even Ao Xuan and the others who were on the move did not dare to make a sound.

Ao Xuan was at the backmost position. At this moment, he had just passed through the 11th house on the eighth floor and came to the entrance of the 12th house.

The fourth ancestor went to the 26th palace, the second ancestor went to the 41st palace, and the first generation barbarian ancestor went to the 53rd palace. The fastest one was the Seventh Ancestor, who was always silent. At this moment, he had reached the 104th house.

He was moving very fast, like a ghost. When walking, there are often colorful afterimages left behind.

The 105th house was quickly passed by him. It was followed by the 106th, 107th, and 108th houses... Soon, he passed the 111th house and came to the highest point of the eighth floor.

The sky at the highest point is a sea of ​​gray fog, which is extremely strange, and can isolate all noises. Even if you use supernatural powers in the sea of ​​fog, the ancient corpses outside will not be able to detect it, and you will not hear a single sound.

In the center of the foggy sea, a huge dark green stone gate hangs high in the sky.

Shimen is very old, I don't know how many years it has existed. The door is engraved with a totem of a huge eyeball. The eyeball is half-closed and half-closed, and there is a faint gray light flowing on it. If you look closely, you will find that it is a series of gray runes. There are many, tens of thousands of them. many.

Those runes seemed to have an invisible deterrent. With Shimen as the center, within a radius of dozens of miles, no ancient corpse dared to approach.

This door is the only entrance to the ninth floor.

The first seven floors only need to split the sky to enter the next floor. The eighth floor is different. The stone gate must be opened to enter the ninth floor.

Outside the stone gate, there is a broken stone tablet engraved with lines of scriptures, which are inscribed in ancient immortal characters.

Many texts are missing.

Unrecognizable, but there are still some relatively complete sentences on the stone tablet.

'... My ancestor of Yinmo, the god of the nine generations of the ancient barbarian world... was besieged by Immortal Zidou, fled, and was suppressed by Immortal Emperor Zidou's clone, imprisoned in the Jiuzhong Tianque... If there is one who escapes Day, vow to kill Zidou Xianxiu...'

The pressure from Shimen was too strong, and the closer he got to Shimen, the more difficult he felt every step forward.

The Seventh Patriarch walked along the ancient Qingshi Road. All the way deep into the center of the sea of ​​​​fog, and only after a distance of a hundred feet from Shimen, did he stop. His eyes swept across the ancient monument outside Shimen, and it was very deep for a while.

"The passage to the ninth floor. It's not in the sky, but in this stone gate. As long as you open this stone gate, you can enter the ninth floor. The barbarian Yin Mo is right there..."

The Seventh Patriarch came closer. I tried to push the stone gate, but I felt that the stone gate was extremely heavy and could not be pushed open at all.

Suddenly. An extremely dangerous feeling appeared in Qizu's heart, 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 were full of ruthlessness, as if he could ignore all life and death in this world.

At the moment when the eyes opened, a voice came from Shimen and sounded in Qizu's mind.

"I'm not qualified to enter the ninth floor with the cultivation base of the first robbery of the ancient world. Retire!"

back off!

back off! !

back off! ! !

Shimen's voice was extremely majestic, yet full of contempt. It does not allow the Seventh Patriarch to step into the ninth floor, it looks down on the Seventh Patriarch's cultivation.

That voice reverberated in the mind of the Seven Patriarchs, causing a dull pain in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness of the Seven Patriarchs, but his eyes did not change much, and they were still as deep as a ten thousand zhang pool of water.

"It's just a stone gate, but it only gave birth to a little wisdom, and dare to despise this old man. Forget it, let you see if this old man is qualified to step into this door."

The Seventh Patriarch took a step forward, crying and laughing, his two heads opened their mouths at the same time, and spewed two black-red beams of light the thickness of the mouth of a bowl, which was the unique flashing technique of the barbarians, blasting straight towards Shimen.

He, with a single blow, will directly open the stone gate!

The two splendid beams suddenly divided into four in mid-air, and the number of divisions became more and more divided into eight, eight and sixteen, and it was divided into nine million in an instant.

The Seventh Ancestor pointed forward, and all the nine million savage flashes landed on the stone gate. After receiving this blow, a lot of cracks appeared in the Shimen, but as the gray runes lit up, the cracks on the Shimen immediately repaired themselves and were in good condition.

"The blow just now is not enough to enter the ninth floor! This is not the place you can come!"

Shimen snorted coldly, and two thousand gray runes flew out from the eyeball pattern on the door. The runes gathered together to form a gray gust of wind. In the center of the gust, four giant fire phoenix shadows appeared all over the body. Burning grey flames.

The four gray fire phoenixes chirped and fanned their fire wings together, and the gray sea of ​​fire immediately drowned toward the Seventh Ancestor. The ash fire was too terrifying, and everywhere along the way, the avenues were burned to fly ashes.

Seeing this scene, the complexion of the Seven Patriarchs changed slightly, if he did not leave this place, he would definitely be submerged in the sea of ​​fire. After taking a half step back, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and nine million flashes appeared in the sky and the earth. After they merged with each other, they formed a machete with an icy cold air, and it was a slash toward the sea of ​​fire.

With one slash, the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him was directly divided into two, and the sword light moved forward, unstoppable, and finally slashed on the stone gate.

This time, there were more cracks in the stone gate, but with the flash of gray runes, it was still repaired as before.

"It's still not enough!" Shimen sneered slightly, as if he was very disdainful of the power of the Seventh Ancestor's blow.

This stone gate is condensed by the energy of immortality, absorbing 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 condensed by the energy of immortality, it only takes a moment to repair itself after damage. It is almost impossible for Immortal Venerable Eternal Eternal to open the Shimen head-on. Unless someone encounters an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse and causes irreparable damage to the stone gate with a single blow, it is difficult for the stone gate to be forcibly broken open.

"Cause and effect avatars appear!"

Qizu's eyes were still as calm as water. He turned his hand and took out twelve pieces, either black or white, and flicked them with his fingers. Throw it forward.

After the chess piece flew a little distance, it suddenly changed into a human shape, turning into twelve white-haired old men wearing colorful Taoist robes, standing proudly.

The appearances of these twelve old men were shrouded in colorful rays of light, and they could not be seen clearly. Each of them had strengths close to the immortal Venerable Eternal.

One of the old men opened his mouth and took a breath forward, directly inhaling a lot of immortality in Shimen, swallowing and refining. Makes Shimen weaken a lot.

Another old man bit his fingers and drew a crow totem forward. He muttered something in his mouth. The totem instantly turned into crows, and they slammed into the stone gate without fear of death, blasting the stone gate with self-destruction.

The other old men also showed their magical powers. In just a few breaths, Shimen suffered a lot of damage, and the cracks were dense. almost shattered.

"It's interesting, but it's still not enough!" Shimen said disapprovingly, with a flash of runes on his body. All cracks were immediately repaired as before. No matter how the twelve colorful old men attacked, they couldn't smash the stone gate to pieces.

"It's really tricky..." The seventh ancestor frowned for the first time and took back all the twelve karma clones.

"Fortunately, the old man is ready."

The Seventh Patriarch turned his hand and took out a ghostly spirit banner. After pondering for a while, holding the soul flag, he bent his knees and half-kneeled under the stone gate.

This kneeling. It is not Shimen who is kneeling, but many gods of the ancient wilderness.

The ancient barbarians had many forbidden techniques, and only by worshiping barbarian gods and borrowing a bit of the power of barbarian gods from heaven and earth could they display the corresponding magical powers.

"The eleventh branch of the ancient barbarian world, Fan Mokong, a cultivator of the Fan family, begged the barbarian gods of the heavens and bestowed the power of the barbarian gods."

After saying that, the Seventh Ancestor bit his finger, and under his fingers, he drew a huge blood formation in the sky. Shaking the soul flag again, millions of barbarian souls flew out of the soul flag, all trapped in the blood formation.

These savage souls were confused at first, but as time passed, they gradually recovered a little sanity.

It was the souls of those barbarian monks who first regained their senses. Some barbarian monks recognized the origin of the blood formation in front of them, and they were all shocked.

This blood formation was recorded in the ancient books of the wild, and it was 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 power through self-cultivation.

Legend has it that ancient barbarians could set up a sacrificial formation, and by offering sacrifices, borrowed the power of barbarian gods from heaven and earth, and performed some special forbidden techniques.

These legends are recorded in many ancient books, and there are even some ancient books that retain array diagrams, which are known to many monks.

It is a pity that the barbarians of later generations cannot cultivate, and no one can set up a sacrifice formation and borrow the power of barbarian gods between heaven and earth...

However, these barbarian monks still know the sacrificial formation to some extent! The formation in front of you is definitely the formation of sacrifice, they are being sacrificed!

"Not good! When my soul is taken away, it 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 panicked.

"What! We turned out to be sacrifices! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Where are you, Lord Shangxian, come and save us! Please!"

"Sir Shangxian..."

"Lord Zhao Jian..."

The barbarians showed despair, knelt down in the blood formation, and prayed extremely 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 ancestors, but that belief has been shattered. Today, their belief is only one person, an alien immortal who saved them in the catastrophe.

Shangxian Zhao Jian, he is the last belief of these barbarians.

Whether old or young, every barbarian is praying. They don't know if the immortal will come to save them. Knowing that there is little hope, but he is not willing to do nothing, bow his head and wait for death. It seems that only prayer can reduce the fear of facing death a little.

Lord Shangxian, where are you...

I waited for the barbarians to be abandoned by the heaven and the earth, and suffered many disasters. You, I am willing to rescue us... If you come, I am willing to give my heart and become your faithful servant...

This scene made Qizu feel a little dazzling, and his brows wrinkled.

The barbarians of the ancient wilderness have been servants of the Fan family cultivators 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. Oh, even to change beliefs. It is really interesting to believe in an alien immortal cultivator named Zhao Jian.

Shangxian Zhao Jian? Huh, never heard of it.

No one can save you, and the person named Zhao Jian can't save you either. Wait, it's just a sacrifice for the old man to go to the ninth floor.

"Gu Cang is above, please the brute force of the heavens, come to me!"

The seventh ancestor showed a ruthless expression and bowed heavily towards the blood formation.

Under this worship. The millions of barbarians in the blood formation all screamed as if they were hit hard, and their souls began to dissipate at an extremely fast speed.

"Goodbye!"

"Three thanks!"

After three worships, the Seventh Patriarch suddenly stood up and looked coldly at the million barbarians in the blood formation, as if looking at a group of livestock.

In his threatening gaze, the souls of barbarians were constantly scattered, and more and more barbarians died. Three hundred thousand died in an instant. And the Seventh Patriarch gradually gained an indescribable power.

That power is the power of the barbarian gods passed down by the ancient barbarians, although there is only a tiny trace of the power of the barbarian gods that descended on the Seventh Ancestor. But it was enough for him to perform an ancient barbarian forbidden technique with a low rank.

"Only 300,000 barbarians were sacrificed, and a trace of the power of barbarian gods came... Enough. There are 700,000 barbarian souls left, so let's stay for the time being in case of emergency..."

The Seventh Patriarch flexed his fingers. The sacrifice of the blood formation was stopped, and the 700,000 savage souls who were lucky enough to survive were collected into the soul banner. Then the ten fingers clasped together, and the ancient mantra was recited in his mouth. The body suddenly faded into a phantom.

Step by step, he walked towards Shimen. This time, Qizu's body seemed to have become nothingness. He raised his right foot and stretched out towards Shimen. His almost transparent right foot penetrated directly through the stone door and disappeared into the stone door.

At this moment, he seems to be integrated with this Shimen, as if his will replaced Shimen's will, as if Shimen became him, and he became Shimen...

"The ancient barbarian forbidden technique! Well, you are qualified to enter the ninth floor!" Shimen's tone became solemn.

It doesn't know which ancient barbaric forbidden technique the Seventh Patriarch uses, but it knows that it can no longer stop the Seventh Patriarch's footsteps.

Next, the Seventh Ancestor will gradually merge into the stone gate, and eventually walk out from the other side of the stone gate, directly over the stone gate, and enter the ninth floor.

The Seventh Patriarch ignored the Shimen, and was still the same as me, his body submerged little by little toward the Shimen, and became one with the Shimen. The power of the barbarian gods he borrowed was not very fast, and the speed of integration into the stone gate was not too fast. It took 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, a gust of wind suddenly erupted from the lifeless eighth floor, and a slight drizzle of rain fell from the sky.

Weird... The cold air in the eighth floor is extremely cold and the temperature is extremely low. Any water droplets here will condense into ice in an instant. Why is it raining here...

This rain doesn't look like it was transformed by supernatural powers... There is no trace of carving by axe... Where does this rain come from. The Seventh Ancestor frowned, and for no apparent reason, there was a trace of unease in his heart.

"Strange, why did it rain suddenly... This rain won't wake up the ancient corpse here?"

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 couldn't help but feel relieved.

I just don't know why, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

At first it was just a drizzle, but later, it was almost a torrential rain.

At the entrance of the eighth floor, a space crack suddenly appeared, and the cracks became more and more, and finally shattered, revealing the turbulent flow of the space below.

In the turbulent flow of space, a huge sword light suddenly shot out from it!

On the tip of the sword, two figures stood. One of them was a young man in white, with silver hair fluttering in the wind and rain, the ghost face cut off all expressions, only revealing his eyes full of suffocation.

The torrential rain between heaven and earth was transformed by the young man's peeping rain technique, and he saw the scene of the Seven Patriarch's blood sacrifice to the barbarian soul.

He was late, and a million savage souls were sacrificed for 300,000...

Those dead barbarians were still praying for his arrival before dying, but he was late.

Not to mention sadness, Ning Fan has long been looking down on life and death, his heart is like stone, and the death of a barbarian cannot make him sad.

There was just a wave of anger that lingered in my heart, and the prayers of those barbarians before they died were vivid in my eyes, and they couldn't be erased or wiped away.

The torrential rain that covered the entire eighth floor suddenly had a chilling air.

Ning Fan lifted his foot, and the Qianzhang Jianguang, which had just rushed into the eighth-story sky tower, directly locked on the Seventh Ancestor, and suddenly rushed out, Yu Jian galloped.

The vast and boundless force of the forbidden sky on the eighth floor wanted to suppress Ning Fan from the sky, but was completely annihilated by the thousand-zhang sword light.

He wants to recapture the remaining 700,000 savage souls!

"It turned out to be Yujian flying!"

When the thousand-zhang sword light rushed into the eighth floor, Ao Xuan and the others all gasped, and even the Seventh Patriarch showed a startled expression for the first time.

The power of forbidden air in the eighth floor is so powerful that even a weaker Immortal Emperor may not be able to fly in the eighth floor.

Come on, at least have the strength of the middle-level Immortal Emperor!

Come on, who is it!

The moment he saw Ning Fan's ghost-faced silver-haired appearance, Ao Xuan, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all changed their expressions.

"It turned out to be him!" The four of them lost their voices in unison.

The person with the strength of the 'immortal emperor' would actually be that ghost-faced cultivator... (To be continued..)

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