Grasping Evil

That heart-pounding feeling was only fleeting, but it was enough to attract Ning Fan's attention.

This ancient country's Zhantian Shield is definitely weird... but for some reason, on the surface, it looks ordinary, without any strangeness...

On the surface, this shield is rusty, dimly lit, and even has many cracks. Although it is the rank of the acquired four, it is too worn out, there is not much power left, and its defense power may not be comparable to some. A perfect one-nirvana magic weapon.

Why does such a magic weapon make Ning Fan feel frightened...

Perhaps this shield has a lot of mystery, that mystery, even Ning Fan, who is in the second realm of heaven and man, can't see through it.

Or maybe, the feeling of trembling is just an illusion...

Ning Fan was silent for a while, and finally made a decision. Whether it is the Thunder Shield or the Dongshan Shield, the left and right are nothing but the magic weapon of the acquired eight nieces.

Only this ancient country's war shield, he couldn't see through it. If the feeling of shock is not an illusion, there must be something extraordinary about this shield.

"I want this shield!"

Ning Fan's eyes were determined, and he used the Lingxiao Shield in his hand to exchange for the Ancient Kingdom's Zhantian Shield.

The pretty face of the fourth-generation barbarian gods was frosty, she never imagined that Ning Fan could see through the extraordinaryness of the Zhantian Shield and chose this shield.

This child chose a shield-type magic weapon at the beginning, and maybe it can be explained by coincidence. But this time, it's no coincidence. This son definitely felt the extraordinaryness of the Zhantian Shield, so he deliberately chose this shield!

This child is so poisonous eyesight! If you don't mind Ning Fan's status as Taicang Jieling, the four generations of barbarian gods really want to praise Ning Fan.

"Trouble. Once this son chooses this shield, he will be regarded as the inheritor of the Taoist lineage. Even if he is a Taicang robbery spirit, he will not be attacked by the barbarians here. This is the rule set by the first generation of barbarian gods. , even I can't go against it."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to kill this son in the ancient barbarian tomb, and if you are not careful, you may be inherited by this son of the Taoist sacred artifact..."

The four generations of barbarian gods sighed faintly. The tone was rather unwilling.

She could already foresee the scene where Ning Fan came to the seventh floor unimpeded.

All this is because Ning Fan chose the shield of inheritance in the third floor.

This ancient country's Heavenly War Shield itself is just a damaged magic weapon, with ordinary defensive power, it is not worth mentioning, but it has a very special meaning because it contains a heritage mark of the first generation of barbarian gods.

Daoman Mountain is the first generation of barbarian gods in the ancient barbarian world, and it is also the strongest generation of barbarian gods. The imprint he planted, even some saints could not see through. Ning Fan also couldn't see through, at most, he could vaguely perceive the extraordinary shield. It has been extremely rare.

Those who hold this shield are considered to be the inheritors of Daoman Mountain, and have the opportunity to accept the test and obtain the inheritance of Daoman Mountain.

Those who hold this shield, no matter what their status, will be sheltered by Daoman Mountain and will not be attacked in the ancient tomb.

This is the rule set by the first generation of barbarian gods, and even the fourth generation of barbarian gods cannot violate it!

all of these. Ning Fan didn't know that the ancient country's Zhantian Shield was just a small shield the size of a palm. There seems to be a residual will, vague and indistinguishable.

"This shield is really weird..."

Ning Fan glanced at the ancient country's Zhantian Shield a few times, and no longer cared about this shield. Put away this shield, and slowly stepped into the teleportation formation in the center of the altar.

In the next instant, the ancient and majestic voice sounded slowly.

"Among the Ten Kingdoms Shields. You chose the Ancient Kingdom Zhantian Shield. From now on, you are a descendant of my Daoman lineage and are qualified to participate in the Daoman trial. The fourth floor, the first level of Daoman, if you pass, You can exchange for one thing from the many relics of the ancient country."

At the moment when the sound sounded, the iron boxes between heaven and earth disappeared, and the teleportation array leading to the fourth floor gradually lit up.

Ning Fan was slightly startled, but he didn't know that if he selected the ancient country's Zhantian Shield, he would become a descendant of Daoman.

He didn't know anything about the successor of Daoman, the trial of Daoman, and the first level of Daoman. The only thing he knew was that this shield really had something extraordinary, and he was not mistaken.

With the power of the teleportation array, Ning Fan entered the fourth floor of the ancient tomb.

On the fourth floor of the ancient barbarian tomb, there are only a few hundred barbarian corpses, each of which is a corpse of broken thoughts.

The moment Ning Fan stepped into the fourth floor, barbarians stood up staggeringly from the ground, their eyes bursting with monstrous murderous intent.

There was another roar, rising into the sky.

"Kill Tai Cang Jie Ling!"

"The guardian is quite immortal!"

"kill!"

Ning Fan is not afraid of a single thought-shattering killing intent. But the superposition of more than 100 thoughts-shattering murderous intentions could not be ignored by Ning Fan.

More than 100 broken thoughts joined forces, even Eternal Immortal Venerable would not be able to fight hard.

Locked by more than a hundred thoughts-shattering murderous intentions, Ning Fan naturally did not dare to neglect, showing the look of a great enemy, urging the calamity of his body to the extreme.

Dressed in white, the red light shines on the world. At this moment, Ning Fan is not afraid even in the face of the siege of hundreds of broken thoughts. Today, he has the strength to cope with the current situation!

It will be a tough fight, but he will not lose! He has this confidence!

On the ancient battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the murderous intention was surging. Finally, one by one, the savage cultivators attacked Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was about to shoot, but a stream of light flew out of his own accord and protected him.

That streamer is the ancient country's war shield!

As soon as the Zhantian Shield appeared, the hundreds of savage cultivators who were originally full of murderous intent were all shocked and stopped.

No one dared to shoot at Ning Fan, no one dared to yell at Ning Fan!

However, he saw an ancient imprint of a dark red hill suddenly appeared on the originally ordinary Zhantian Shield.

As soon as this mark appeared, there was a coercion that shook the heavens and the earth, sweeping towards the whole world on the fourth floor.

The power of that coercion has long exceeded Ning Fan's understanding. It is a difference in realm. It is the real coercion of a saint, and there is absolutely no way to resist it!

Fortunately, this coercion didn't mean to hurt anyone, it was only fleeting, but it was enough to shake people's hearts, making Ning Fan feel heartbroken again. He finally understood why the mediocre ancient country's Zhantian Shield gave him a sense of shock.

It turned out that there was a saint who cultivated to the sky and planted a mark in this small shield!

That coercion is too strong... Ning Fan secretly compared in his heart, fearing that the immortal, chaotic and ancient characters would not have such coercion.

The strength of this person is much beyond immortality and chaos. a lot of…

"This son holds the shield of the ancient country, and he is a descendant of the Daoman line. Anyone who hurts others will be punished by the old man's finger and will not be tolerated!"

At this moment, there was a voice between heaven and earth, which sounded slowly.

This voice is clearly the same as the majestic old voice before.

This voice was actually on Ning Fan's side, intending to protect Ning Fan.

The sound was not harsh. But none of the cultivators dared to ignore his orders!

Just because this voice is the voice of the first generation of barbarian gods, barbarian mountain, no one of his will dare to violate his will!

One by one, they looked at Ning Fan unwillingly. With Daomanshan's order, they did not dare to attack Ning Fan, so they could only turn back into a corpse. fell to the ground.

The fourth-generation barbarian god on the seventh floor smiled bitterly, she had already foreseen this scene. As long as this son chooses the shield of inheritance, no savage cultivator will dare to hurt him again.

Even if this son is the enemy of the ancient barbarian world... Tai Cang Jie Ling...

"This son chooses the shield of inheritance, he is the descendant of Dao Man. No one in the ancient man's grave dares to hurt him, but it does not mean that he can get out of this place alive. The descendant of Dao Man needs to undergo three tests, which are extremely dangerous. Even if I go to participate, I can only pass the first level at most, and the second level will definitely fall... This child's cultivation base is not high. Most of the time, he can't even pass the first level. The fourth floor may be the place where his bones are buried... "

On the fourth floor, Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the scene of the group of corpses falling back to the ground.

Unexpectedly, after choosing the ancient country's Zhantian Shield, he will be sheltered. As a result, he should not be attacked by barbarians in the ancient barbarian tomb.

Is this the benefit of choosing Zhantian Shield...

Boom!

With a loud noise, the first-order ladder appeared in the sky, and at the end of the ladder was the altar teleportation array leading to the fifth floor.

There are also boxes made of red copper, floating in the air, and each box has a flow of precious light, indicating the extraordinaryness of the items in the box.

This time, with Ning Fan's second-level vision, he couldn't see what was in the box. The seals on these copper boxes are too high.

He didn't have time to manage what was in the box. At this moment, there was a phantom figure that slowly transformed into an illusion, appeared on the altar, and stood with his hands behind his back.

The phantom was vaguely an old man in red, with a very old appearance, a hunched back, a dry and thin body, but his eyes were as bright as a starry sky.

On the old man's forehead, there was the mark of a dark red hill, which vaguely exuded monstrous might, giving Ning Fan a bloodthirsty feeling.

Behind the old man, there were vaguely three shadows, looming and looming, and he was absorbed into his body with a single thought.

Those three ring images are clearly the rings of saints that only true saints can possess!

But in Ning Fan's impression, even the first saint should have only one saint ring, but this old man in red has three saint rings...

What kind of cultivation is he!

"I am the first generation of barbarian gods and mountains... the shadow of mountains and seas left behind after death... ancient and modern are immortal..."

"It's you, did you choose the Shield of Inheritance..." The old man in red said solemnly, this sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.

"In this case, you are qualified to accept the trial of my Daoman lineage. This is the first level, and no one will disturb your trial."

"If you pass the test, you are qualified to use the Shield of Battle Sky to exchange for one of the many relics of this old man. If you fail, you will die..."

"Now, the trial begins."

After the red-clothed old man finished speaking, his body immediately turned into speckled shadows, and there was no chance for Ning Fan to refuse.

Ning Fan has not digested the huge information in the old man's words, and an astonishing change has occurred in the world.

The copper boxes disappeared in an instant, the ladder disappeared, the altar disappeared, and everything in the sky disappeared.

But there is a dark red ancient mountain, slowly appearing in the sky.

At the moment when this mountain peak appeared, a huge will that was enough to overwhelm the Eternal Immortal Venerable suddenly descended on Ning Fan.

The four generations of barbarian gods narrowed their eyebrows and sighed faintly.

She had to admit that Ning Fan was very good, and someone who could obtain the status of Daoman's descendant could not be excellent.

But no matter how good it is, I am afraid it will stop at the fourth floor. The first pass of Daoman is called the pass of will. Only those who survived seventeen breaths under the will of the first-generation barbarian gods can pass the test.

The cultivation base of the first generation of barbarian gods is too high, and the one who can hold seventeen breaths under his will must at least be the pinnacle Immortal Emperor.

"Seventeen breaths, this son can't stand it. This son has strength, close to the ancient immortals, but he is not a real immortal. The fourth breath is probably the limit of this son..." The four generations of barbarian gods secretly said in their hearts.

first interest.

Under the repression of that huge will. Ning Fan, who was hit hard, took three steps back in a row, and stabilized his figure in the fourth step, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

There was a faint anger in his eyes.

He doesn't care about the first level or not, he doesn't like the feeling of being suppressed by people's will.

His will has been tempered for millions of years in the Three Illusions of Transcendence. He is not afraid of anyone's will to suppress, even if the other party is the first generation of Barbarian Shinto Barbarian Mountain!

Second interest.

Above the sky, except for the dark red mountain. It even transformed into a dark red sea.

Under the mountain and the sea, the will that descended on Ning Fan immediately increased several times. An invisible force propelled Ning Fan to keep going backwards, and every time he took a step back, he would cough up a mouthful of blood.

At the third breath, one mountain and two seas have been transformed into the sky. In the fourth breath, there is another mountain in the sky.

The power of will that the Daoman Mountain descended was beyond the tolerance of any immortal immortal.

Under the suppression of this will, Ning Fan's injuries became more and more serious. Consciousness began to blur, and finally at the fifth breath, it was unbearable, and there was a bang. Violent death.

"You have exceeded my expectations if you can last until the fifth breath, but it is a pity that you are still dead after all."

"It seems that my previous worries are completely unnecessary. Even if you choose the shield of inheritance, you are not qualified to inherit the sacred artifact of my Taoist lineage, the ancient country's god-destroying shield..."

The four generations of barbarian gods sighed faintly. There was a trace of regret.

Ning Fan is indeed very good. To be able to pass the eighth loss is definitely a rare talent in future generations. If he is not too great, it would be a good thing for him to inherit the sacred artifact of Taoism.

"If he is not Taicang Jie Ling, I will help him, help him to pass through the three barriers of Dao and barbarism, and obtain the recognition of sacred objects... Unfortunately, his identity cannot be changed, and I will not help the enemy's cultivation..."

"Since the first generation of barbarian gods fell, a total of four inheritors have waited. The first three, even with the help of later barbarian gods, would not be able to reach the third level. This son, the fourth person... It's a pity..."

The four generations of barbarian gods only thought that Ning Fan had died violently.

The eyeball monsters from the outside world seemed to have the same feeling at this moment, and they actually woke up from their charm.

"Dead! That stinky boy died in the eighth loss! This is really a big game! Without him, how can this old man kill Yin Mo!"

"It's all my fault! If I hadn't insisted on looking at the beauty and forced him to pass the eighth loss, he wouldn't have died... If it wasn't for me sinking into the beauty, I couldn't extricate myself, and I wouldn't be too late to save him... It's all my fault, it's all my fault. what…"

"Undead big brother, little brother is sorry for you! Little brother... little brother can't help you Xuehen..."

The eyeball monster was full of remorse, he really wanted to slap himself a few times, but unfortunately, he has no hands...

Ning Fan is his biggest trump card for killing Yin Mo, how can he die, how can he die...

The eyeball monster only thought that Ning Fan was dead, and the fourth generation of savage gods also thought that Ning Fan was dead.

Only Ning Fan knew that he did not die at all, and when he was about to die, he did not hesitate to activate the power of the Magic Life Pill.

Sixth breath!

On the fourth floor of the empty ancient barbarian tomb, where Ning Fan died violently, a flame that seemed illusory suddenly appeared.

The flames burned more and more vigorously, and gradually became the height of one person. In the next instant, Ning Fan walked out of the flames unscathed in white clothes.

He is not dead! Not only did he not die, but he survived until the sixth breath!

"How is it possible! This son... is still alive!" The four generations of barbarian gods, whether they were eyeball monsters, all showed their shocked expressions at this moment.

They couldn't understand why Ning Fan, who had already 'violently died', could be reborn from the ashes and reappeared.

How experienced the two of them are, they thought of several possibilities in just a moment, but they couldn't ask Ning Fan for confirmation.

It is not that there is no means of life-saving that can be resurrected from the dead, but without exception, it is something that Immortal Emperors are hard to find.

This son even has such means to protect himself, but I underestimate him...

"It's okay, this stinky boy is still alive, haha! It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!" The Eyeball Monster was overjoyed.

The fourth generation of savage gods frowned, and she sighed again with a complicated sigh. She also felt a pity for not killing Ning Fan.

At this moment, there are still two illusory flames burning in Ning Fan's dantian. After activating the medicinal power of the Huansheng Pill, three phantom fires will be produced in the body, which can save his life three times, but just now, it was used up once.

"The first generation of Barbarian God, Barbarian Mountain, is really a terrifying powerhouse. If it weren't for the Magic Life Pill to save my life, the fifth breath would definitely kill me."

"There are still two phantom fires. Within an hour, I have two chances to come back from the dead..."

"The eyeball monster seems to be awake as well. If I can't do anything, I can leave this place at any time and give up the eighth damage."

"In this way, there is no need to worry about it. Since you have used the Magic Life Pill, don't waste it. Let's get past this first level of savagery!"

Seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth!

Five mountains and five seas have been transformed into the sky. The power of will exuded is enough to severely damage any immortal king powerhouse.

Since the rebirth of the sixth breath, Ning Fan's body was once again suppressed by the power of will, and injuries continued to appear.

At the tenth breath, he was close to running out of oil.

At the eleventh breath, Ning Fan was overwhelmed again and died violently.

But in the twelfth breath, he walked out of the illusion of fire again and was reborn from the ashes.

Only twelve breaths. He died twice, and if he didn't have the Magic Life Pill to save his life, with his cultivation, he would definitely not be able to pass the first level of this savagery.

"There is one last chance to be reborn!"

Ning Fan's eyes showed green light. Look at the six mountains and six seas that gradually transform into the sky.

Every breath, a mountain or a sea will appear in the sky. Barbarians take nine mountains and eight seas as their limit, that is to say, this barbarian's first test. Up to the seventeenth breath!

There is also a chance to be reborn, enough to pass the first level of Daoman.

If you pass the first level of Daoman, you can use the ancient kingdom to fight the shield of heaven. In exchange for a relic of the original Barbarian Shinto Barbarian Mountain!

Ning Fan's eyes flickered slightly, the Huansheng Pill is a treasure, and if it is used up, the capital must be recovered.

Daoman Mountain is a saint, not an ordinary saint, with three saint rings. His relics are definitely good things. Whatever it is, it is enough to compensate for the loss of Huanshengdan.

Thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth.

Ning Fan was finally overwhelmed again and died violently. On the sixteenth breath, he was reborn from the ashes. At this moment, eight mountains and eight seas have been transformed into the sky.

The power of will between heaven and earth has exceeded the ability of an Immortal Emperor level powerhouse.

Just after being reborn from the ashes, Ning Fan once again bleeds from the seven orifices under the suppression of such willpower.

The three rebirth chances of the Huanshengdan have been used up. Next, he can only survive seventeen breaths with his own strength.

If you hold on to it, you can choose one from the saint's relics and keep it for yourself.

If you can't stand it, you can only give up the eighth loss...

"Stinky boy, I don't know what you are going through at the moment. If you need it, just send out a thought, and the old man will urge the bullying formation for you to save your life!" Where the mind rings.

Ning Fan didn't give an answer, just gritted his teeth and stubbornly supported his will.

Only one breath, only one last breath...

There is no reason for Huanshengdan to be used in vain. I will take one of this saint's relic!

Seventeenth breath!

At this moment, all the nine mountains and eight seas in the sky were transformed, and a pair of illusory eyes appeared in the sky, overlooking Ning Fan.

Those were Daomanshan's eyes, looking at Ning Fan without any sorrow or joy, without any emotion.

At this moment, the power of will between heaven and earth has reached its peak, that is, ordinary saints will be injured under such wills!

Ning Fan's eyes became a little crazy, and in his mind, the scenes of turning into a barbarian cow, turning into a barbarian fish, and turning into a barbarian butterfly appeared in his mind.

His will has been tempered thousands of times. He can be defeated and killed. Only his will cannot be destroyed by anyone!

In his eyes, the red glow became more and more prosperous, and in his body, the bloodlines of the four clans were running at the same time.

Under his feet, the shadow of the long river was transformed, and there was a bridge on the river, which was his true bridge.

At this moment, Ning Fan has used all his strength, no matter what, he must survive the seventeenth breath!

It was obviously the last breath, but it gave Ning Fan the feeling that it was as long as a reincarnation.

Eighteenth breath!

The shadows of the nine mountains and eight seas all disappeared.

The ladder, the altar, and the copper box have been transformed again.

Above the altar, the shadow of the mountains and seas of Daoman Mountain also appeared, and for the first time there was a look of satisfaction on his face without sadness and joy.

"You, very good. With the order of my Dao Manshan, you are allowed to exchange one piece from my many relics."

This is... a gift from a saint!

"He actually passed the first level of Dao Barbarian with less than the cultivation level of Immortal Venerable Eternal!" The fourth-generation Barbarian God gritted his silver teeth.

Once you have passed the first level of Daoman, you are eligible to take one piece from Daoman Mountain's relics.

Will this son choose the sacred artifact of the Daoman clan...

Please do not! She would rather die tens of millions of times than see the sacred relic of her clan be ashamed and fall into the hands of Taicang Jieling.

While the fourth generation of savage gods were struggling in their hearts, Ning Fan was repeatedly sucking in the cold air and felt dazzled.

The copper boxes in the sky were opened one by one, revealing the treasures treasured in them, as well as the shadows of the mountains and seas of Dao Manshan, which were introduced to Ning Fan one by one.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, had already climbed to the altar and listened to Daoman Mountain's introduction.

"When the old man pacified the ten kingdoms and established the ancient barbarian world, he took the eyes of the quasi-sages of the ten kingdoms and made a treasure, called the [Dzi Dzi]. Although this bead is only a congenital rank, if the blood of a sage is sacrificed, it will be sacrificed. It can increase the power of this jewel tenfold, and even a saint can be slightly injured..."

It turned out to be a magic weapon that even a saint can injure! Under the saint, isn't this treasure invincible!

"When the old man traveled to the immortal realms, he once came across an open sky ganoderma lucidum. It is useless to take it on top of a saint. If you take it under a saint, if you don't die, you can directly have a quasi-sage cultivation base!"

It turned out to be the elixir that directly became a quasi-saint!

"This nameless ancient scroll was written by a certain ancient immortal emperor. The text in it, the old man does not know, seems to record some kind of mysterious magical power..."

It turned out to be a secret scroll of magical powers left by a certain ancient immortal emperor!

"This puppet was obtained by accident when the old man traveled through the wilderness. This puppet... almost has the strength of the Eight Tribulations Immortal Emperor, it is not too powerful, it is still okay to keep guarding the cave..."

It turned out to be the puppet of the Immortal Emperor who had cultivated in the Eighth Tribulation Realm!

Rao is used to seeing good things, and at this moment, Ning Fan still has a sense of eye-opening.

Compared with the relics of Daoman Mountain, the genius treasures he has seen in this life are not worth mentioning at all.

Anything here, just take out one piece, is enough to cause the four-day old monster to madly grab it. The better these things are, the more Ning Fan doesn't know how to choose.

What to choose...

Inadvertently, Ning Fan's eyes landed on a certain copper box.

In that copper box, there was a fragment of a magic weapon lying alone.

It seems to be a fragment of a shield treasure, the color is dark red, like copper but not copper, the aura is dim, very inconspicuous, and there is no power.

"What is this?" Ning Fan asked, pointing at the magic weapon fragment.

"What this thing is, the old man is not going to tell you. If you like it, you can take this thing directly, but you can't take away other things." Daomanshan replied meaningfully.

Before Ning Fan, three inheritors came to Daoman Mountain, but among the three, no one chose this thing.

This son, will he choose this thing... Daomanshan shook his head slightly, no matter what Ning Fan chose, he would not care.

After all, he was already a dead person, his responsibilities during his lifetime have been exhausted, and the cause and effect after death has nothing to do with him... (To be continued..)

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