Nangong Fan wanted to cry without tears, he guessed that the process of strengthening his physique would be very painful, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even struggle in the process, so he could only lie on the ground and wait for this pain to rape him.

It was as if the whole body was about to completely turn into an ice sculpture in this violent frost, and even the vitality under it would be destroyed little by little.

In the panic of the people who are looking at the whole situation in the eyebrows, they try every means to stimulate the heart, as long as the heart "lives", everything will pass quickly.

The blood stopped flowing, and the temperature in the body dropped dramatically.

For the first time, Nangong Fan saw clearly what color his blood was.

At first glance, a piece of blue makes people feel refreshed and happy, like falling into a dream, as if time and space do not exist under this color.

The blue quickly faded, and the blood was colorful, each color distinct.

Red as the morning light, this is the blood of the Nangong family.

Blue as ice, this is the bloodline of the Northern Underworld family.

The golden color is sandwiched with a hint of earthy meaning, is this the bloodline of the ancient barbarians that the high priest said?

There is also a little bit of black, which is the bloodline created by the "Beast Recipe", like an angry black bear, and there seems to be a little shadow of a dragon in it?

Under the constant stimulation, the heart that had been still beat vigorously, and fresh blood flowed out.

As soon as the hot blood flowed out, it collided violently with the cold.

"Boom!" a loud roar resounded in my head.

Nangong Fan's divine soul was completely stunned under this.

The heat and cold compete against each other, and the brilliance of the epithelial membrane on the body surface looms.

The mist rises and sinks, deposited on the surface of the body, and is reflected on the epithelium.

Zizizizi, the skin membrane seemed to be ruthlessly torn under this impact, and the old blood slowly flowed out, just out of the surface of the body, and they were completely frozen by the cold around them without vitality.

From the outside, Nangong Fan was in a patch of frost, quickly turning into blood.

The blood-colored ice cubes are daunting.

Even if the blood in a person's body is completely drained, it won't be like this, right?

Nangong Fan felt that his body seemed to be even colder, without any temperature, and completely became an ice cube. This change in the body was directly presented on the divine soul, and even the mind stiffened.

Nangong Fan even suspected that he would die in it in the next second.

Fortunately, the blood ice that wrapped him was completely preserved, and it shouldn't be too scary.

In Nangong Fan's cranky thoughts, the sound of "bang bang bang" echoed in his body.

With that first beat, the heart beat even harder.

It comes to life!

Fresh blood is pounding the blood vessels and the cold current. The membrane is constantly torn apart, almost unshaped, but it seems that there is an ice-colored membrane on the surface of the body?

Nangong Fan didn't know that under the induction of his own soul, it was an ice-colored membrane, and it was just a simple layer of ice.

His thinking is now rigid, and even his divine thoughts are sluggish, and if he continues like this, it will cause irreparable damage to his soul.

Nangong Fan can only pray that his heart is strong enough to break all the ice and let him return to his true self.

The cold snap is passing, and the fresh blood is gradually taking control.

But Nangong Fan still didn't feel any temperature in his body.

The spirit who just wanted to celebrate the victory couldn't help but wonder, could it be that there was something else?

Nangong Fan carried forward the attributes of the crow's beak and fell with the idea.

The trembling sound did not stop, and the supernatural lines that undulated on the surface of the body came towards the body.

This Nima!

This pattern was obviously the handiwork of the priest, and Nangong Fan even doubted whether he had been killed by the pit.

The lines were tugging on the surface of the body like a saw, blood surging out, and the flowing blood seemed to have a breakthrough, surging outward from between these openings.

The old blood is gone, and the new blood will follow?

I'm dropping a turtle turtle, you're playing with me, right?

This is the legendary potion from the ancient barbarians?

Used to commit suicide?

Nangong Fan's divine soul jumped to his feet in anger in the sea of knowledge. Other than that, he couldn't do anything meaningful to help, and could only watch his body become devastated.

The mysterious lines sink into the body, deeply embedded in the bones.

The bones seemed to be wriggling, and each bone had a strange symbol on it, faintly radiating light.

The shattered membrane flickered, blood flowed between them, and frost permeated it.

The new blood flowing outward was blocked by a film of light.

This light is golden and blue, with a strange aura emanating outward, and even the blood ice that froze Nangong Fan was instantly broken under it.

There was a sizzling sound, and all the cold qi that permeated the body disappeared without a trace under the impact of new blood, rushing out of the body and floating on the epithelium.

This change is too fast, Nangong Fan jumped his feet vigorously, as if everything was over?

Nangong Fan's face was full of question marks. Subconsciously, I want to control my body.

Hmm? Still can't move.

The new blood suddenly flashed with golden light, imprinted on the bones, and the supernatural patterns were intertwined.

I can move!

Nangong Fan opened his eyes suddenly, his divine light flickered, the ice all disintegrated, he stood up, and under the heavier Gang Qi Rotation, the more brilliant skin seemed to be integrated into a little inconspicuous ice color.

"Hmm, the pinnacle of the epithelia!"

Nangong Fan was shocked, but he didn't expect to reach a realm that no one had ever reached in the Nether Realm.

Nangong Fan carefully reflected on this forcible contribution, everything was not as difficult as imagined, and it seemed that the breakthrough was taken for granted.

He didn't think of a reason, so he could only attribute everything to the blood of the ancient barbarians who sheltered him.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but clench his fists, he had already reached the physique of a middle-level legend, but he would never be weaker than an ordinary consummate physique.

This is the pride of the disciples of the great sect, they are not on the same level as ordinary cultivators at all.

For a long time, he looked at people with this kind of arrogant gaze of the nether, which also created a posture that the famous city did not take the world in its eyes.

In their eyes, these mortals are inferior to pigs and dogs, and the ghost town is also like this, killing if they want to, just to raise their favorite ghosts.

If a ghost creature has no intelligence, then kill 10,000 people to raise a ghost. Not yet? Still not? It is always useful to send ghosts and ghosts to their own interface like raising Gu, to achieve powerful ghosts and fierce ghosts.

Of course, Nangong Fan is still young and does not have such a mentality, whether he will despise the common people so much in the future, that is his future business.

Maybe he will always maintain this pure heart, not necessarily.

"Congratulations. Xiao Ran said softly.

Nangong Fan nodded, he didn't want to speak, he was afraid that he would want to shout out as soon as he opened his mouth. Now he just wants to find a place to vent his long-suppressed thoughts.

Now there are a lot of ghosts for him to vent to.

He took a step forward, and appeared next to the King of Beiliang who was also still venting at the door in just one step.

The king of Beiliang waved the spear in his hand, and with every blow, he could completely smash the little ghost into pieces, and he couldn't escape at all.

King Beiliang tilted his head slightly, and his hand moved like flying, "You're here too?"

Nangong Fan forcibly broke through and he also sensed it, and he could understand his mind very well.

Nangong Fan nodded, his face full of stinky farts, "You're not good!"

didn't wait for King Beiliang to reply, so he rushed out directly.

The fist moved, the golden blue luster flickered, and the fist strength of the five-headed little ghost disappeared completely, and he turned his head, "You have to learn more like me." ”

In the middle of the move, he went to the depths of the ghost group, but his goal was to point to the successful battlefield outside, just by the way, he also killed the little ghosts.

King Beiliang smiled bitterly, shook his head, retracted his gaze, and continued to kill the little ghosts who wanted to storm the main hall.

It won't be easy for him to kill out, and he doesn't mean to be reckless at all. In fact, he just wanted his men to rest for a while.

Nangong Fan felt that only a consummate strong person could let himself vent well, and it was not enough to kill the little ghost.

Nangong Fan went on a rampage all the way, and he didn't need to think too much at all, as long as his fist was blasted out, there was absolutely no reason to fail. Everywhere I passed, there was no ghost thing still active in the body.

Nangong Fan fought out of the encirclement, but he wondered in his heart, "Why are there more ghosts than just now?"

Looking around, Nangong Fan thought that on the top battlefield outside, not to mention a complete solution, it was his own side that had the upper hand.

But now it seems that it was a big mistake.

The enemy has another top powerhouse! Not only ghosts, but also many figures.

Hey the ghosts!

Fortunately, there are only one or two newcomers to the Perfection level.

But the four consummation powerhouses, one person can face at least five enemy sieges, and he can only remain undefeated.

Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, how many ghosts were wandering in Beiliang City? Or did the ghost city directly move a ghost nest over.

It is estimated that the wheel war alone can bury everyone here. As long as a snow and ice passes, all disputes and truths will be buried.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, and the black dragon sword appeared in his hand, and it seemed that he could vent well. I'm afraid that I'm not strong enough, and I won't have the strength to kill much.

The strongest of the four consummations is the Heavenly Bull Emperor, although this guy is not as good as Wang Zai under the control of the general trend of heaven and earth, but his physique has already reached the realm of transformation, almost reaching the limit that the lower realm can reach, and there are two consummations besieging him, and he has no sign of falling into the downwind, but instead presses five or six ghosts to beat.

As for Hu Teng, who is also a physical cultivator, he can't find the north under the siege of a ghost beast who has successfully fed ghosts and several peak combat powers, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.

The old Beiliang King is still against the two fierce ghosts, and there are two ghost feeders, which seem to be able to support for a while.

On the contrary, Wang Zai, a guy who had just broken through to perfection, single-handedly fought against the ghost raiser who was entangled with the Heavenly Bull Emperor before, as well as the fierce ghost who escaped in his hands, and he also fought well.

Whether it was the reason for intimacy or the impact on the entire battle situation, Nangong Fan subconsciously pounced on Wang Zai's side.

After all, only by solving the ghost raiser who fought with Wang Zai can it be regarded as a preliminary victory.

The ghost raiser is a disciple of the ghost town authentic, and there are many means, if you put it at the end, you don't know what moth will come out at that time.