Nangong Fan's body was trembling, and he couldn't help but look up at the end of the ancient road in front of him.

There are only three steps left!

No one knows how much he's gained along the way.

Although it was extremely dangerous, all limbs were cut off, and even the most dangerous head was almost cut off.

He was facing all the legendary Tianjiao, if it weren't for the dual cultivation of the spirit body, he would have been planted a long time ago.

Every time his law improves, the strength of the person he faces also increases. is just one line stronger than him, and no more points will never be less.

As long as it is a ladder of fighting, every step is a battle of life and death, and not fighting will torture him to death.

Nangong Fan coughed lightly and covered his mouth, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

Nangong Fan had three seeds that had taken root floating in his mind, and two seeds that were slightly prominent.

That's all he got all the way here, three laws that were firmly in the second realm, two laws that he had just comprehended.

A pillar of incense time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Fan didn't wait for the promotion of the formation and took the initiative to take a step.

A hazy picture unfolds before my eyes.

The familiar chessboard, the messily placed black and white chess pieces, gradually became clear.

"Hmm, the picture on the eleventh floor. Nangong Fan's eyes froze, could it be that he was going to meet the person who impressed him very deeply?

"You're good. ”

A faint voice sounded, and Nangong Fan looked at a familiar figure in the distance and slowly appeared. Sure enough, it was the elegant young man!

"My name, Zhuge Zhen. Zhuge Zhen's eyes were no longer kind, but full of fighting intent.

Nangong Fan's eyes also had a hot surge, he had already guessed that Zhuge who could have a perfect consciousness was extremely not simple, and after experiencing so many classes, he had fully verified this. I thought that I would not be able to meet him again in this life, but I didn't expect that there would be a chance to fight.

Fighting all the way, the battle intent in Nangong Fan's heart had already soared to the extreme.

Nangong Fan doubted that even if the real god stood in front of him at this time, he would dare to wave the butcher knife.

Zhuge Zhen held an ancient fan, and a strange colorful light appeared between the fans.

Nangong Fan was holding the black dragon sword, without any breath, like a divine sword that had not yet been unsheathed, and it would be earth-shattering when it was unsheathed.

"You weren't worth fighting at the same level as me before, but now it's barely okay. Zhuge Zhen spoke softly, there was no arrogance, only endless indifference, as if everything in the world should be like this.

Nangong Fan was stunned, each layer of stairs should represent a different space, Zhuge Zhen even had the memory of the tenth layer?

When Nangong Fan was still stunned, Zhuge really moved.

He lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, causing invisible ripples, rolling up countless afterimages along the way. Blinking an eye appeared beside Nangong Fan.

Although Nangong Fan was a little trance-like, his mind was still focused on Zhuge Zhen.

But Zhuge Zhen's speed was still beyond his expectations, as if he had traveled through time and space and came directly to him.

And Nangong Fan also felt his strength at this time, a high-level martial saint who was exactly the same as him.

Along the way, he was the only gatekeeper with the same realm cultivation as him!, but the pressure brought by him was much stronger than any previous Tianjiao legend.

Zhuge Zhen put the ancient fan in his hand together, like a dagger without a sharp edge, and lightly tapped the right hand raised towards Nangong Fan.

The five-colored light at the tip of the fan kept flowing, and the vast aura seemed to be pressed by a world.

At this time, Zhuge Zhen's whole body was shrouded in divine light, filling Nangong Fan's pupils.

The black dragon sword roared and slashed, and the five-colored light kept flowing, and it was frozen in mid-air with the black dragon sword.

Zhuge Zhenguang relied on the brilliance that bloomed on the surface of his body to resist the invincible Black Dragon Sword.

The black dragon sword let out a soft low sound, and it was already spiritual, and it was unwilling to be blocked at will.

"The law is more than just a little useful. Zhuge Zhen had a warm smile in the corner of his eyes, as if a teacher was instructing a student.

When the words fell, the five-colored brilliance around him became more prosperous.

Wood begets fire, fire begets earth, earth begets gold, gold begets water, and water begets wood.

The distinction is clear, and you have me, and I have you.

The brilliance filled the audience, condensing into a huge five-pointed star in the void, and the five-colored brilliance was each other's horns, and the momentum was monstrous.

There were faintly five illusory balls of light floating at the tip of the five-pointed star, outlined by light between each other, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble.

Nangong Fan felt an invisible huge pressure squeezing from all directions, as if it was about to crush him directly to the ground. It's a bit similar to his gravity field, but it's completely different.

Five Elements Realm!

Zhuge Zhen has five laws, five basic laws, which caused a certain wonderful reaction, plus his painstaking thinking and formation achievements. Condensed into this formation-like realm.

It's not as simple as one plus one. The five elements are mutually reinforcing, and their power is multiplied.

Nangong Fan may have thought about escaping in this huge power in the past, but the battle intent of the first ninety-seven layers was frozen in his heart.

The battle spirit erupted, and the seeds of the law kept beating.

Nangong Fan is like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound, and he relied on this rebound in front of him to find an opportunity to turn the tables in one fell swoop.

Now the Five Elements Realm that enveloped him was like a heaven and earth, and there might be weaknesses, but it was not something he could see through now.

Nangong Fan was not angry, the spiritual power around him was agitated, and the gravity field emerged. Dense cracks emerge in the void, and this is a frenzied dumping of the two realms.

Nangong Fan looked up at the crack that was getting closer and closer to him, his face was flat, and the long sword slashed, blocking the ancient fan. A sonorous sound sounded, but the seemingly weak ancient fan was as hard as iron and stone.

The looming mountains and rivers on the fan surface reveal the ancient charm.

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, one field is not good, what about two?

The fragrance of lotus came from the darkness, and the eyes were full of blue light.

The blue light that makes people feel comfortable blooms with its beautiful brilliance. It is like a huge green lotus growing in place. Strange lotus leaves appeared between heaven and earth, slowly falling in the air.

The blue light is dazzling, and the fallen leaves are silent.

Nangong Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, his fingers trembled, and a green fire appeared. The spiritual power was stimulated, and the brown halo rippled outward layer by layer.

Green and brown, fire wood and earth.

Vitality and heaviness.

Two unrelated fields bloom together in a unique color.

The five elements of brilliance are pressed down, such as Mount Tai pressing the top, and the vast momentum is from top to bottom, filling the heaven and earth.

Nangong Fan's legs couldn't help but bend a little, the two realms couldn't be perfectly superimposed, after all, it was still much worse than this almost perfect Five Elements Realm.

The five lights fell, and Zhuge Zhen had a faint smile on his face.

The ancient fan dances, and the mountains and rivers change slowly.

The mountains do not turn around.

The breath is pervasive, and the holy and righteous spirit reflects each other. The five colors are mottled and circulating, as if there are countless forms, there are dragons rising and falling, there are tigers roaring, there are swords groaning, and there are guns turning.....

To say that this is a realm is rather like a world that alternates between the unreal and the real.

A world is pressed down, and the taste can be imagined.

Nangong Fan's face was serious, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight head-on, was he about to be crushed?

This is a repudiation of all his previous efforts.

Nangong Fan's face turned hideous, and he roared angrily in his heart.

I am unwilling, and I do not believe!

Even if he was the most outstanding Tianjiao in the countless years of records of this ancient road to the heavens, he could not be crushed by a soul mark he had left behind.

With the cyan lotus and the violent spiritual power, Nangong Fan's entire body burned like a flame.

The body moved slowly, and every movement was so clear under the huge pressure.

Collect the sword and take out the sword in one go.

The tip of the sword swirled, and the lotus flower bloomed, and brown light condensed on it.

Invisible sword, silent light.

Since the realm was completely inferior, Nangong Fan simply withdrew all the domains. Gravity overlays the blade. The trembling blade of the sword seemed to be waving a majestic mountain peak. The void around the sword rippled, as if it couldn't bear to collapse.

The sword seems heavy, but it is not slow at all.

Before the five-colored light mask could cover it, the sword had sliced through the front.

The lotus leaves stretched, and the sword shot out.

There were ripples flashing in the light mask, but it was still as steady as Mount Tai, pressing down step by step.

Nangong Fan's pupils were like fire, beating wildly. It's not enough, it's not enough!

The wind spreads, and the fragrance of flowers comes with the wind.

Nangong Fan's face was distorted, and his body trembled, but the sword-holding hand that had previously cut down a thick tree in the world still swung it out even under such pressure.

Those who use swords, swords are their lives, although Nangong Fan has not reached that level now, but after many temperings, his sword is extremely stable unless his arm disappears.

The green lotus is everywhere, and the sword breaks through the sky.

The heavy sword has a strange hint of lightness.

Wisps of cyan wind swirled around it, obscured in the light of the green lotus, but it played its unique role.

The sword was unstoppable against the light mask.

The heavy pressure pressed down from the light mask, and Nangong Fan's body was shattered, and his blood was pale.

The sword moved, spinning like a spinning top.

Nangong Fan's pupils widened, unwilling! Isn't this enough?

There was a lot of pressure, and the beating of the heart seemed to slow down. There was a faint firelight around him, and wisps of ice slag were everywhere under his feet.

Ice and fire are singing.

The slightly raised seeds were trembling.

They want to sprout.

All kinds of spiritual power, all kinds of brilliance converge together.

A huge roar exploded, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Ice and fire are spreading.

Cold and heat are intertwined.

The surrounding void rippled, and the whole world was cold and silent in black and white, only the sound of the wind roared.

Zhuge Zhen's gaze was still very calm, just watching Gangfeng cross his slightly thin body, watching the void swallow him, and he didn't care about his body slowly fading.

After all, he was just a memory that was forcibly intercepted by Dao Yun, and now because Nangong Fan's strength is also limited, he can't give full play to his previous half of his style.

No matter how competitive he is, he won't be able to fight back as he should.

After all, he is an ancient man who has long since come to an end in the long river of time.

His eyes were calm, looking at the black and red sky through the gap in the space.

With a long sigh, a low murmur slowly came out of his mouth, annihilated in the void.

"The breath of the scorching yellow. Is the former emperor about to appear?"

The battle was over, and he lost. Lose willingly.

This world doesn't belong to him after all. What's more, when he broke through this ancient road, he was already over 100 years old.

With such a long period of comprehension, it is a bit embarrassing to say that it has not been able to be completely horizontal.

The void was flooded with wisps of white light, pulling outwards Nangong Fan's broken body that loomed in the vastness.

Zhuge Zhen's figure slowly faded in the white light, his eyes had some expectations and appreciation, and the people recognized by the emperor's descendants might bring a few different colors to the world.

The aura of chaos surged, and everything here disappeared like a dream pavilion.

......

The battle was extremely tragic.

Nangong Fan lay on the steps like a dog. Weakness permeated the whole body.

He couldn't seem to go any further.

He was a little unwilling, he had worked hard to get to this point, did he want to give up?

Nangong Fan was prostrate and wanted to move forward, but he would also fall in the place where he fought! He would not allow himself to fall here cowardly. As for the possible fall, he has already left it behind.

Climb and climb, finally climbed to the side of the stairs, he grabbed the next step, and based on this, he wanted to climb up!

He climbed up with difficulty!

Climb the stairs where there are still two steps left.

The light of the hazy space fanned out, and a portrait appeared before his eyes.

The portrait is vivid, with a figure entrenched in the center, like a god, looking down on him from an unknown height, without any emotion.