Grasping Evil

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At this moment, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor just felt unbelievable. When they came to Koke.com to read the novel, in their impression, Ning Fan was just a great supplement for the barbaric summoning technique, and his cultivation base should not be high. The weak Ning Fan, why can Yu Jian fly in the forbidden land... Is this son really a weak cultivator?

Could it be that they really missed the point, Ning Fan is not a weak monk at all, but an Immortal Emperor?

At this moment, Ao Xuan was also speechless in surprise. He looked at Ning Fan's reward order and recognized Ning Fan's identity at a glance.

It is this son, who stole the ancestral bow from the ancient ancestor of the poison dragon, can't go wrong!

The ancestor of the poisonous dragon once said that the one who stole the ancestor bow was a weak cultivator, and the only thing to pay attention to is the few drops of Fuli ancestor blood in his body. Leaving aside the ancestral blood, this person is not worth mentioning.

It's really not worth mentioning...

Recalling the information given by the ancestor of the poison dragon, Ao Xuan only thought it was ridiculous, the information was wrong.

Where is Ning Fan, what kind of weak cultivator? Can weak monks fly on the eighth floor of Tianque? Fly one for me to see!

Ao Xuan also noticed that Ning Fan had a suffocating suffocating aura, a suffocating aura that can only be acquired by beheading the Immortal Venerable Eternal. And if he didn't perceive the mistake, there was a trace of the death aura of the ancestor of the poisonous dragon contained in the evil spirit...

The ancestor of the poison dragon actually died in the hands of Ning Fan, didn't he go to find the beginning qi...

"Could it be that this is the one who took away the patriarch's qi! That unfortunate poisonous dragon wanted to regain this man's qi, but was killed by this person?" Ao Xuan felt the truth about himself, and was even more convinced that Ning Fan's cultivation was extremely important. Measurement.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

At this moment, the 43,000 ancient coffins in the sky all hissed, and ancient corpses continued to sit up from the coffins. But it was Ning Fan who entered the eighth floor and made too much noise, waking up all the ancient corpses on this floor.

Forty-three thousand murderous intentions crossed layers of torrential rain and locked Ning Fan firmly.

That was the killing intent of the 43,000 Immortal Venerable powerhouses. Standing beside Ning Fan, only being affected by that murderous intention, Immortal Venerable Miaoyan was agitated and a little unsteady.

Her injuries are too severe. Forty-three thousand ancient corpses are 43,000 ancient immortals. This kind of combat power is too terrifying, even immortal emperors have to retreat. The murderous intent around her made her uneasy. She got a little closer to Ning Fan,

Just now I found some sense of security and calmed down.

"There are so many ancient corpses! Can he handle him..." Immortal Venerable Miaoyan was a little worried, peeked at Ning Fan, bit his lip, and didn't say anything more obediently.

When Ao Xuan and others saw the scene of the awakening of more than 40,000 ancient corpses, they were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately for them. Not a single corpse noticed their presence. The eyes of the 40,000 ancient corpses will all focus on Ning Fan alone.

"This son is going to have bad luck. He is besieged by 40,000 ancient corpses.

"Forty thousand ancient corpses are equivalent to forty thousand ancient immortals. Hehe, even if this son really has the cultivation of the middle-ranking immortal emperor, he is definitely not the opponent of this group of ancient corpses."

"Even if this child doesn't die, I'm afraid he will also peel off his skin!"

"Xuan, this son wants to live, I'm afraid it's not easy..."

When Ao Xuan and the others saw that the ancient corpse was besieging Ning Fan alone. More or less a sense of schadenfreude.

What if you can fly on the eighth floor, Edgeworth? What if you have an Immortal Emperor cultivation base? Wake up the army of ancient corpses, see how you deal with the aftermath!

"My Zidou Xianxiu... I was born against the calamity... I have no regrets in my bones!"

"Life and death are all... Zi Douxian!"

One after another voices came out unconsciously from the mouths of those ancient corpses, accompanied by strange roars on the ground.

More and more ancient corpses were surrounded. Under the lock of countless murderous intentions, Ning Fan only felt that the cold air was coming from behind him, and his heart jumped uncontrollably.

At this moment, he will use his own strength to face 43,000 Immortal Venerable Powerhouses!

In the entire Four Heavens and Nine Realms, there are not so many Immortal Venerable Eternals! Only ancient times. In the Zidou Immortal Territory, it is possible to see such an army of Immortal Venerable!

Ning Fan has never been locked down by so many tyrannical murderous intentions, and his mind is lost. It is inevitable that his true cultivation is not as good as these ancient corpses.

Under the lock of this murderous intent, Ning Fan felt it was difficult to breathe, and his body became immobile. Violently biting the tip of his tongue, with a little pain, he regained a little control over his body, suddenly raised the clutch sword, and swung the blade down toward the front.

Even if there are 40,000 ancient corpses blocking the front, so what!

He is as strong as he is, the sword of life-killing, when it is strong, it becomes stronger!

As Ning Fan swung down this sword, more and more sword lights appeared in front of him. In the face of 600 ancient corpses before, Ning Fan slashed out 60,000 sword lights with one sword, but this time it was even more.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, four million!

Surrounded by four million life-slaying sword lights, Ning Fan at this moment gave a feeling of being so powerful that he was invincible!

The coercion emanating from the four million sword lights has already exceeded the scope of the second step of cultivation. Perhaps, only the legendary third-step saint can display such coercive magical powers!

Where the sword light passed, a silent air wave was formed, and the avenues collapsed one after another. It was impossible to resist the power of this sword!

The entire heaven and earth on the eighth floor trembled violently under this sword. All the ancient corpses that rushed towards Ning Fan stopped at this moment, looked at Ning Fan in horror and did not dare to approach!

After a little hesitation, almost 90% of the ancient corpses chose to turn around and flee, desperately leaving, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. But there were also more than 4,000 ancient corpses, and the fear that was gradually suppressed still rushed towards Ning Fan without fear of death.

It's a pity that their feats are like moths to a fire, just giving their lives in vain.

There was stinky saliva in their mouths, and their faces were full of greed. In order to eat Ning Fan, they could do whatever it took, and they had already lost their minds.

Zidou Xianxiu, who had been in his lifetime, became an ignorant corpse demon after his death... Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly and let four million sword lights penetrate the sky and chop down four thousand ancient corpses.

Some ancient corpses with low cultivation bases were not even close to the four million sword lights, and they were smashed into corpse ashes by the sword energy, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Some of the other ancient corpses with higher cultivation were lucky to survive under the attack of four million sword lights, but they were still shot into a sieve by the sword light and could not escape death.

In less than five breaths, more than 4,000 ancient corpses died under Ning Fan's sword, killing all the ancient corpses blocking the way. Ning Fan opened his eyes with a solemn expression, as if seeing off someone from afar. Seeing this astonishing record, Immortal Venerable Miaoyan was once again dumbfounded.

I am afraid that it is the twenty-eight ancient emperors of the four Ming sects who shot together. It's impossible to defeat 4,000 Immortal Venerables, right?

Ning Fan was victorious with a single blow. Could it be that his power alone has surpassed the combined power of twenty-eight ancient constellation emperors?

Four million sword lights swept away the ancient corpses blocking the road, and they merged into the thousand-zhang sword light at Ning Fan's feet. The originally slightly unstable Jianguang suddenly stabilized a lot, and the flight speed also became faster.

Black corpse ashes. The mist falls from the sky, sprinkled on the ancient bluestone road, mixed with the rain, like mud. Ao Xuan and the others only felt a cold air from the soles of their feet hitting the heavenly spirit, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

It is unbelievable that in today's Dharma-ending era, someone can actually kill four thousand Immortal Venerables with one sword!

Even a quasi-sage can't do this. The only one who can do this is the legendary... sage...

"This son. What kind of cultivation is... Is it really..." Ao Xuan and others felt a deep sense of shock.

The three barbarian ancestors are good to say, after all, they are characters from ancient times, and they have seen some saints before their death, and they quickly recovered from their shock, although they were not confused.

However, Ao Xuan was unable to calm down. He was the eternal immortal in the age of the end of the law, and he had never seen any saints before.

He didn't believe that in today's era, there are still saints alive, and he didn't believe that Ning Fan would be a saint. But how to explain the scene in front of you...

Except for the third step sage. Who can kill four thousand immortals with one sword...

"Saints... In the age of the end of the law, all religions have lost their fortunes, and Taoism does not exist. How can there still be saints alive in the world, aren't the saints already dead... This son. Is he really a saint..."

Just when Ao Xuan's heart was shaking, Ning Fan's sword light roared past Ao Xuan's head, making a clanging sound of swords, and the rolling wind and rain hit Ao Xuan's face with a heart-piercing cold.

Ning Fan at this moment. He didn't even glance at Ao Xuan, but Ao Xuan still felt an invisible pressure, as the rain penetrated into his bone marrow little by little.

His heart was extremely tense. At this moment, he is too close to Ning Fan, he is afraid that Ning Fan will attack him, he is not Ning Fan's opponent, he must not be, I am afraid he can't even escape!

If Ning Fan makes a move, he believes that he will die, and he will die very simply, just like a mortal stepping on an ant with one foot...

"This person has a grudge against my true dragon clan, will he attack me..."

"Fake, must be fake. He can't be a saint, but if he is..."

"If he shoots at me, I will fight with him... But even if he fights, I am afraid he will die..." Ao Xuan's heart became more and more chaotic, holding the hands of the Brahma demon, unable to control it. trembling slightly...

When Ao Xuan was facing a great enemy, Ning Fan's sword light flew over Ao Xuan's head in a flash, and he had no intention of fighting against Ao Xuan at all.

So Ao Xuan was completely stunned, feeling a little dazed. Ning Fan didn't even take action against him? Did he save his life?

From the hands of a 'Saint'?

The whistling sword light flew over the heads of the Fourth Ancestor, the Second Ancestor, and the First Generation one after another, which also caused unprecedented tension among the three.

Although these three barbarian ancestors were members of Gaidai during their lifetimes, they were not feeling well at the moment. They were all afraid that Ning Fan would attack them.

They had calculated Ning Fan, and naturally they were worried about Ning Fan's revenge. If Ning Fan makes a move, with the 'terrifying strength' shown, their hope of survival seems to be close to zero...

"If he makes a move, he will fight with him!" The three barbarian ancestors secretly made a decision, but their expressions showed little confidence, like a defeated rooster, with a sense of frustration.

However, they were fortunate that Ning Fan's sword light did not stop over their heads, and flew away.

It wasn't until Ning Fan flew far away that they showed a dazed look one after another. Did they simply save their lives?

Naturally, Ao Xuan and the others did not know that Ning Fan was not a saint at all, not even an Immortal Emperor, just a little cultivator. They don't need to be so afraid of Ning Fan...

"Their faces turned pale when they were scared by you..." Immortal Venerable Miaoyan had a complicated expression. She noticed the nervous appearance of Ao Xuan and others, and could understand their mood.

It's not that Ao Xuan and the others are too timid, it's that Ning Fan is too scary...

"Really..." Ning Fan was noncommittal about Miaoyan's words.

He didn't pay attention to the expressions of Ao Xuan and the others. His eyes were only focused on Qizu alone.

Most of the Seventh Patriarch's body has been integrated with Shimen. At this moment, the Seventh Patriarch's gaze is unprecedentedly solemn. He was also shocked by Ning Fan's record of killing four thousand ancient corpses in an instant.

It's just that his eyesight is stronger than others. He is the first-level eyesight of the unity of nature and man, and he can vaguely see it. Ning Fan is not a saint, as to whether he is an immortal emperor or a quasi-sage, it is unknown.

What puzzled the Seventh Patriarch was that Ning Fan's eyes were always locked on him, with undisguised hostility.

"I don't know this person. Why is this person so hostile to me?" Seven ancestors couldn't figure this out.

The true identity of the seventh patriarch is the second primordial spirit of Immortal Palm Yun, but because he has been separated from the deity for countless years, his memory cannot be shared.

If the Seventh Patriarch possessed the memory of his deity, Immortal Emperor Zhang Yun, he would most likely be able to recognize at a glance that the ghost-faced youth in front of him was the murderer who killed Si Ming.

If the Seventh Patriarch knew that Ning Fan's name was now Zhao Jian, he would probably also be able to think of the reason why Ning Fan found him. To recapture the souls of those barbarians.

Unfortunately, the Seventh Patriarch did not know where Ning Fan's hostility came from. However, Ning Fan's hostility was undisguised, which caused him to feel a little uneasy in addition to being confused.

"This son should not be a saint, but his sword... The big thing is important. No matter why this son is hostile to the old man, this is not the time for the old man to compete with him."

Seeing that Ning Fan flew closer and closer, and his murderous intentions became more and more powerful, the Seventh Patriarch frowned and muttered words. And spewed several mouthfuls of blood towards Shimen.

The power of the savage gods he borrowed was not very fast, and the speed of integrating into the stone gate was not fast, but at this moment, he was using the self-destruction secret technique, and his aura suddenly wilted a lot. The speed of integrating into Shimen has accelerated a lot.

Before Ning Fan arrived, the Seventh Patriarch had integrated his entire body into the Shimen and disappeared.

"It's not that easy to leave."

Jianguang flew all the way over 111 palaces, flew into the gray fog sea at the end of the ancient blue stone road, and flew closer to the stone gate in the center of the fog sea.

Ning Fan stood on the tip of the sword. The long hair fluttered in the wind, the green light in his eyes flickered, and he looked indifferently at the gray fog sea and the ancient stone gate looming in the fog sea.

With his eyesight of the second realm of heaven and man, when looking at the stone gate, there seems to be a perspective effect.

He could see that the Seventh Ancestor's body was completely integrated into the stone gate at this moment, and gradually separated from the other end of the stone gate, and one foot had stepped into the entrance passage on the ninth floor.

It was a fusion of wills. At this moment, the Seventh Patriarch replaced Shimen's will. He is Shimen!

At this moment, if you hurt Shimen, you will hurt the Seventh Patriarch!

This stone gate seems to be the only entrance to the ninth floor, and it seems to be condensed with the energy of immortality...

The stone gate where the aura of immortality condenses...

The defense of this gate is extraordinary, and even the Seventh Patriarch cannot forcibly break it open, and can only use forbidden techniques to pass through the gate.

But if it is a stone gate where the energy of immortality is condensed, the attack of the sword that kills people may have miraculous effects. This sword is designed to kill the undead!

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed as he pinched several sword tricks with one hand. When he was approaching the stone gate, he suddenly grabbed the slender waist of Immortal Miaoyan and jumped down from the sword light.

The thousand-zhang sword light under his feet immediately burst into a piercing sword cry, turning into a sharp sword shadow, and slammed into Shimen suddenly.

The torrential rain between heaven and earth seems to echo this sword at this moment, and the murderous aura is suddenly born!

This sword contains the power of four million life-slaying sword lights, and all of them are slashed on Shimen at this moment!

The simple slash, but in an instant, caused the sky and the earth to fall into the illusory moonlight. In this moonlight, everything became blurred and could not be seen clearly, only the sword became extremely clear. .

On the other side of the stone gate, in the entrance passage on the ninth floor, the Seventh Patriarch had already separated half of his body from the stone gate. When he noticed Ning Fan's sword slashing at the stone gate, he couldn't help showing a hint of mockery.

He had underestimated the strength of Shimen before, and only after using the forbidden technique and merging with Shimen's will, did he see the horror of Shimen from the inside.

Inside this stone gate, there is an eyeball of the nine-generation barbarian god Yinmo ancestor, and the immortal energy contained in the eyeball is far beyond the imagination of the seventh ancestor.

He couldn't break the stone door before, and he said that he could break the door only if he had the cultivation base of the Immortal Emperor. But after seeing that eyeball, the Seventh Patriarch was convinced that even if a real saint came, it would not be easy to break open the door.

Not to mention Ning Fan, who has not yet entered the realm of saints.

This door can't be forcibly broken open at all, you can only get past it, this is the real way to enter the ninth floor!

"Hehe, this stone gate is stronger than you think, even if it is a real saint, it can't..."

Before Qizu could finish his words, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly came from behind him.

He didn't have time to see what was going on. Then I felt the body parts that were not separated from the Shimen in time, and there were bursts of pain, and there were countless gravel splashing out behind!

He turned back suddenly, and what he saw was the scene of Shimen's collapse and shattering!

The stone gate that he considered a saint to be hard to break. Directly destroyed by Ning Fan's sword!

And because most of the Seven Patriarch's body was still fused with the Shimen, when the Shimen was destroyed, the Seventh Patriarch was also implicated, and the damage was extremely heavy.

A huge force came from the vest, causing the Seventh Ancestor to be hit hard. The expression of ridicule was still hanging on his face, but his body had been rushed by the giant force, vomiting blood and flying forward, looking extremely embarrassed, and his breath fell into an unprecedented state of malaise in an instant.

Seriously injured! Totally seriously injured!

The Seventh Patriarch was both shocked and hated. What was shocked was that the might of Ning Fan's sword was so powerful. The only thing he hates is that Ning Fan destroyed Shimen, but he actually hurt himself and Shimen.

"Who is this person who can break through this door with a single sword! No, this person is strong. It is still above the expectations of this old man. Although he is not a saint, he is definitely not something that this old man can defeat, hurry up!"

Qizu forcibly swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, and as soon as he landed, he immediately advanced along the passage, as fast as a stream of light, leaving only a colorful afterimage on the spot.

With a single blow, the entrance to the ninth floor behind the door was exposed. Ning Fan grabbed the wonderful words and landed on the ancient road. Naturally, he saw the seventh ancestor who fled in a hurry.

The Seventh Patriarch wanted to leave, but Ning Fan had no objection, but he had to keep 700,000 savage souls behind!

Ning Fan was about to shoot the Seventh Patriarch with a candle bow when his eyes suddenly changed. Without saying a word, he pulled Immortal Venerable Wonderful Word beside him and hurriedly backed away.

With his eyesight of the second realm of heaven and man, he could only vaguely see a gray light flashing in the pile of rubble in front of him, attacking himself and the wonderful words. That gray awn is too fast. It is impossible to see exactly what it is.

"What's the matter..." Miao Yan Xianzun Hua Rong was slightly startled, she was still surprised by Ning Fan's record of breaking the door with one sword, but before she could react, she was pulled straight back by Ning Fan.

With her eyesight, she couldn't even catch the moving trajectory of the gray light. It's not as good as Ning Fan, at least she could see a gray light coming.

"The five swords of yin and yang, the sword skill of killing life... Interesting, you junior can help this old man."

An old voice suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind.

When the gray light approached Ning Fan's distance, Ning Fan finally saw what the gray light was.

It was an eyeball with dark pupils, and the old voice came from the eyeball.

"Nine mountains and eight seas, one world, open! Little brother, let's go with the old brother, don't worry, your benefits are indispensable!"

A dazzling gray light suddenly shot out from the gray eyeballs, swept towards Ning Fan and Miaoyan.

After the gray light swept away, there were still figures of Ning Fan and Miaoyan in this place, and there were no traces of eyeballs.

"Huh? Where did the mysterious powerhouse go..." The Seventh Ancestor, who was fleeing in the ninth-floor passage, was suddenly surprised and looked back, his eyes flickering.

With his eyesight of the first realm of heaven and man, he could not find where Ning Fan had gone.

Is it stealth, or has it escaped into the Thousand Realms Treasure? Still, gone?

"Forget it, I'd better go to the ninth floor first and wake up the nine-generation barbarian gods... I hope this old man's conditions can impress the nine-generation barbarian gods and become their 'Barbarian God's Blessing' lodger..."

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After a flash of gray light, Ning Fan appeared in a gray void. There is no earth here, but there are rusty copper towers floating in the void.

Wonderful Words Immortal Venerable disappeared, candle bows, clutch swords, incense rockets, burning cang fans, seven-star lamps and other magic weapons disappeared, and the mysterious eyeballs were also missing.

Ning Fan tried it, and with his cultivation, he couldn't escape from this space, nor could he escape into the Xuanyin Realm.

Is that the eyeball monster who caught him here?

If it weren't for that eyeball monster blocking the way, he would definitely be able to use the power of the incense rocket to take back 700,000 savage souls from the Seventh Ancestor.

It's better now, not only missed the opportunity to pursue the Seventh Patriarch, but also lost the Wonderful Word Immortal Venerable...

Ning Fan activated the rain technique, and his spiritual sense merged with the rain. He tried to cover the entire space with his spiritual sense, but found that the space was too large to see the edge. This interface level has at least reached the level of the middle thousand world, and it is not even the ordinary middle thousand level.

"Hey, little brother, this rain technique is pretty good, but unfortunately your cultivation base is still low. If it is higher, it may not be possible to cover the entire 'palm space' of this old man with rain technique."

The voice of the eyeball monster suddenly sounded from the depths of the endless void.

Judging from the direction of the sound, the eyeball monster is right in front of Ning Fan at the moment!

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed, looking for the direction of the voice. It turned into a golden light and rushed out. He believed that as long as he moved in this direction, he could find the mysterious eyeball monster. But in the heart. It turned out that he was the 'palm void' of a certain palm immortal emperor.

Palm Void is the unique supernatural power of Immortal Palm, belonging to the domain type supernatural power. With Ning Fan's experience, he has only heard of the name. This is the first time he has seen the appearance of Palm Void with his own eyes.

"Hey, it turned out to be the vertical golden light? The little brother's qualifications are good. He has only reached the real realm and realized the vertical golden light. Unfortunately, it is only the realm of the first death of the golden light. How about it, do you want my elder brother to help you and help you finish your cultivation and die later? Do your elder brother a favor, and my elder brother will give you a fortune, how about that?" The strange eyeball voice came again.

Only this time, the direction of the eyeball monster has changed. Before, his voice came from right in front of Ning Fan, but this time, it came from behind.

But in an instant, the eyeball monster ran from one end of the endless void to the other... This movement speed is much faster than Ning Fan.

Ning Fan stopped. Silent.

With his escaping speed, if he wants to catch up with the eyeball monster in this empty space, there is no possibility.

Most of his magic weapons fell into the hands of the eyeball monster. Wonderful Words Immortal. Most are also in the hands of the eyeball monster.

The eyeball monster didn't say much to him, but more or less mentioned the word 'help'.

The eyeball monster took him here, perhaps because of his request...

"Senior, if you fancy those magic treasures, you can take them as much as you can, but please return your junior's friends!" Ning Fan said loudly to the endless void.

"Bah, those magic weapons of yours. There is not a congenital thing, only a sub-congenital bow spirit can still look at it, the old man doesn't look down on your things! But this beauty you brought is good, hehe, although not The type that the old man likes, but the old man doesn't mind tasting it..." Eyeballs smiled slyly.

Ning Fan's eyes immediately turned cold, and it would be fine if the magic weapon was taken away, but Xianzun Miaoyan couldn't let that vulgar eyeball bully him.

With Ning Fan's cultivation, most of them are not opponents of the eyeball monster. Without using his trump card magical powers, he would definitely not be able to break away from this place and leave.

But he still had the last trump card in hand, enough to make that eyeball terrified.

"Burn!"

Ning Fan drank one word, and three drops of Fuli Ancestral Blood and four drops of Mo Luo Ancestral Blood in his body immediately began to burn.

With his current cultivation base in the middle of the real world, and the realm of robbing blood, giving up a drop of ancestral blood is enough to fight against the ancient immortals.

If he gave up seven drops of ancestral blood, even the peak immortal king would have the power to fight!

"Blood? Hehe, this can't scare the old man, it's just seven drops of ancestral blood, you are not the old man's opponent if you burn, at most you will have the cultivation base of the peak immortal king temporarily..."

"That's right. If I trade blood for the cultivation of the peak immortal king, and then forcibly break the seal of this beginning qi and detonate it..."

With a wave of Ning Fan's sleeve robe, an illusory mist immediately appeared in his hand.

"Beginning!" The eyeball monster panicked.

Beginning Qi can improve cultivation, and can also be used as a weapon of mass destruction.

Although Ning Fan's Beginning Qi had 30 million seals, as long as Ning Fan paid the price of seven drops of Ancestral Blood, it would definitely be enough to instantly break all the seals and use this Beginning Qi.

Even the Immortal Emperor couldn't take over the power of the initial qi explosion. This is no joke!

"Little brother, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive! When the initial qi bursts, the entire palm position will collapse. In that case, the old man will lose more than the gain! Cough, cough, look at this stinky mouth of the old man, the old man was just talking to him. You are joking, the old man has only one eyeball left now, how can he have the ability to play with women! Hey, let me tell you the truth, the old man asked you to come here because he asked you, how dare you make your woman offend you ? She is healing here with her old brother. She is alive and kicking, and there is nothing at all. If you don't believe me, the old man asked her to tell you a few words...Little sister, please say a few words, don't let your husband detonate his anger..."

"...I'm not a little sister...he's not my husband..." Xianzun Miaoyan said angrily. The voice came from the end of the void, and the qi was full, and the injury seemed to be a lot less than before...

"Little brother, you quickly put away the ancestral qi and put out the fire of ancestral blood, don't play too big, it really burns blood, then you are thankful... Seven drops of ancestral blood, you can use it up. It’s not easy to cultivate it again. It’s just that the blood of Moruo’s ancestors, the blood of the little hair is not strong, and it’s not worth mentioning. But Fuli’s ancestral blood is a good thing, it’s a pity to burn it..."

The eyeball grinned dryly twice, and a gray light flashed before Ning Fan, along with some wonderful words.

The wonderful words at this moment are locked in an iron cage, and the iron cage does not know what magic weapon it is. The creatures locked in can be treated very well...

"Zhao Daoyou...Are you alright..." Seeing Ning Fan safe and sound, Miaoyan breathed a sigh of relief. Ning Fan felt a little embarrassed when he saw that he was locked in a cage.

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold again when he saw that the eyeball monster had locked the wonderful words in the iron cage.

The eyeball monster laughed again and explained embarrassedly, "Don't get me wrong, fellow Daoist, this iron cage is an innate-level healing magic weapon. Although it looks a bit clumsy, the effect is still good..."

This inconspicuous broken cage turned out to be an innate magic weapon...

Just putting people in cages for treatment, what kind of thing is this...

"Look, little brother, your woman is very good, not a hair is missing. Hey, we can talk about business now, to be honest, old brother is in a bit of trouble and needs little brother's help... "

"Let my friend out first, and then talk about other things." Ning Fan frowned. (To be continued.) xh118