"What is the state of the palace?" Wang Zai knew that Nangong Fan was not an extraordinary person, and he had many means, but it was easy to explore this palace slightly.

"The black fog inside the palace is even thicker than outside, and I don't know if it's because of the evil ghosts, but there have been some changes. Nangong Fan's words paused slightly, and he tried his best to organize the language to explain what he saw and felt clearly, "The black fog is more corrosive, even if the ice stone is melted and dripped on the ground, it will be extremely lethal. There seems to be a lot of toxin in it, and I just took a small puff and my body was burning with pain. ”

"Are you in trouble?" Wang Zai raised his eyebrows, his tone was worried, and he grabbed Nangong Fan's arm.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry! I know in my heart that there is nothing wrong with it. Nangong Fan blocked Wang Zai's outstretched hand with one hand, and continued with his own words. "This toxin can be easily encircled and suppressed under spiritual power, and if it encounters a gangqi, it is like a mouse encountering a cat, and it will be annihilated in an instant. ”

"What's the battle situation inside?" Wang Zai had no choice but to give up, and continued to ask about the situation in the palace, and then educate this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

"There was a man wielding a large knife in his hand who was fighting two fierce demons in mid-air who were almost condensed into substance, and the other man was fierce and fighting with an unpredictable man. Among them, there is also a beginner-level legendary divine cultivator, and the exercises seem to restrain ghosts a bit, leading many people to fight ghosts, at least there are three-headed ghosts. Under their protection, there was a man who was breathing very weakly. ”

Before Nangong Fan could speak, Hu Teng came one by one like a treasure, you must know that he hadn't reached into the gap like Nangong Fan to listen to the movement, but the news he could say was only a lot more than what Nangong Fan knew.

Nangong Fan smacked his tongue for this, he was worthy of the late stage of the skin membrane, and his strength had reached perfection, and he didn't know how much stronger he was in the application of Gang Qi to strengthen a certain part of his body.

"That weak person should be the bastard boy of Shen Luofu, I didn't expect him to have today. Wang Zai was still unhurried, "Kill it?"

"Kill!" Hu Teng nodded and yelled into the sky. He couldn't wait to vent, so he jumped up, easily stepped over the walls of the palace, and galloped towards the place he heard.

Wang Zai supported his forehead, smiled indifferently, and rose up in the air unhurriedly, followed by the long sword in his hand, revealing a murderous intent.

The brute was actually the first of the few to take a step, but more slowly, and with a howl from his mouth, he went on a rampage, disappearing through the gap.

Nangong Fan shook his head, tightened Xiao Ran, who was slightly nervous, flickered around, and also rushed into the palace.

The trees that can grow proudly in the snow and ice have completely withered, and the delicate textures on the ice have been destroyed.

There were ghosts wandering around between the courtyards, and it was obvious that these places had long been lost, except for the two consummation powerhouses who had made a brazen attack, the rest of the people had retreated to one place.

They didn't even know that the darkness at this time was caused by the ghost town method. The non-stop fighting for days has made them fall asleep whenever they have time to rest, and they have no concept of time at all.

If it weren't for the fact that their own guards had already experienced a hundred battles, the mental exhaustion and despair alone would have been enough for them.

There was a constant roar in the sky. The black mist surged sharply, and sometimes there were ice rays across the sky, or something unknown fell from the sky on the ice with a "bang" sound, and the entire ground shook with it, and Nangong Fan's divine sense shrouded him, but he found that there was nothing, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

In mid-air, there were two strong men fighting each other, and the entire space seemed to move with it, setting off waves and waves.

Nangong Fan just glanced at it lightly, and found four clusters of dancing ghostly fires, and the ferocity in them made him feel a tremor even when he looked at it from such a distance. The ruthless people who fought with them, needless to say, were only the old Beiliang King.

The old Beiliang King's whole body was shrouded in ice blue light, and even the air seemed to be frozen in his waves, and he didn't see the slightest decline in the fierce battle between the two fierce ghosts alone.

If it weren't for this light curtain blocking the shaking ice and snow, how terrifying would the power of the Old Northern Liang King with the help of the general trend of ice and snow be? No wonder he could stop all the intruders before the Heavenly Bull Emperor arrived.

The out-and-out wolf of the world is extinguished.

Nangong Fan retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to the battle group in mid-air, the more he came into contact, the more he could understand how terrifying the true legend of consummation was, and that battle was not something he could easily participate in now. The warband that belongs to him should be on the ground, fighting with imps and ghosts.

After walking a few more steps, Nangong Fan found the traces of the tiger Teng who had come in.

The creature screamed and slammed into a shadow floating on the ground, which didn't look like a big ghost, but it seemed to be more solid. The momentum emanating from his body is even more different, and the black mist that fills the sky and the earth seems to have been given a new meaning to his every move, full of spirituality, and has become a weapon in his hand.

Nangong Fan also saw the figure of the Heavenly Bull Emperor, and Hu Teng sandwiched this shadow in the middle, two strong people who took the violent route, and the golden light was shining between the swings of their fists, and the thunder was frequent. Even the black fog around him seemed to fade a little.

Looking slightly, he didn't find Wang Zai's figure, and Nangong Fan was not surprised. That guy and the King of Beiliang have been friends for I don't know how many years, and they will definitely go to see how the King of Beiliang is doing now.

As the deputy sect master of Zhongtian Sect, with the prestige and heritage of Zhongtian Sect for ten thousand years, all kinds of pills he carries with him are the best goods that are difficult to find in the Nether, and maybe he can really stabilize the injuries of King Beiliang.

Nangong Fan pulled Xiao Ran to avoid the battle group, and casually killed the two wandering lost imps, but his eyes were always fixed on the figure that turned away from him. This shadow seemed to be at ease even in the face of the attack of the two great consummatory body cultivations.

"It should be a ghost raiser, that is, an authentic ghost town person. Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that the aura on this shadow was a little familiar, "Could it be the one who almost fought with the Doomsday Seal at the martial arts competition that day?"

"You're finally here, and I thought something had happened to you. The Heavenly Bull Emperor also discovered Nangong Fan's arrival, and the qi filled his palm, and with a slap of the past, the black mist in front of him that seemed to be alive was shattered. Faintly, there was a scream.

Is this black fog alive?

"Well, here we are. Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, after all, there was also a black mist around him, and he wanted to slash away with a sword.

"Don't worry, only the things around this guy are weird. "The Heavenly Bull Emperor fought back and forth with the shadow alone, and there was not much difference with Hu Teng, the two of them seemed to be pressing him to fight, but they didn't cause any substantial damage.

"Be careful. Nangong Fan said hello and continued to move forward, his eyes thoughtful. Everything around him seemed to have come to his senses?

After a corner, Nangong Fan finally saw Wang Zai's figure.

This guy seemed to want to break through into the hall in front of him, and shouts kept sounding inside, and the spiritual power of various attributes kept exploding inside. There are also humans who are stubbornly resisting the invasion of ghosts.

The surrounding area of this hall is densely packed with ghosts, and there are also several powerful ghosts in mid-air, completely surrounding the hall.

There are so many ghosts that there are still ghosts coming here from all directions. Wang Zai has more than enough self-preservation, and wanton killing is also a small problem, but he wants to rush into the main hall at once, but it is not something that can be done in a short time.

Just struggled to open a gap, but before Wang Zai could squeeze in, it was filled with ghosts.

"Follow me. Nangong Fan saw that Wang Zai was embarrassed, and turned his head to Xiao Ran and said. To put it bluntly, he and Wang Zai actually came here for the King of Beiliang, even if they wanted to give the King of Beiliang a ruthless beating, it was also their private matter.

King Beiliang is in such a dangerous situation now, he does not have a deep relationship between Wang Zai and King Beiliang, and he is also worried about it a lot. These are two elders who treat him as a nephew.

Xiao Ran nodded numbly, it seemed that he had not yet escaped from the terrifying atmosphere around him.

Nangong Fan shook his head, there is no time to enlighten Xiao Ran now, every minute and every second is crucial, and he even wants to cut himself in half to use it. really started fighting, he estimated that he wouldn't even have time to take care of Xiao Ran.

Everything still has to be done by Xiao Ran himself to get out of the panic situation, either sublimate or die in this chaos.

Nangong Fan let go of the hand that had been holding Xiao Ran tightly, holding the sword in both hands, and waited for the battle. The momentum on his body is surging wildly, and the surging power changes greatly every second.

At this time, as long as there is a little strength of the creature, there is a small sun in their minds, although this sun has just risen, it is already quite large-scale. It can make any living creature sense its presence at once.

This attracted the attention of many peripheral ghosts, who flocked to the main hall like moths to fire under the command, and also had an instinctive desire for the flesh and soul of living beings.

Nangong Fan revealed his existence like this, not only did not make them feel afraid, but made them excited, such food must be very fragrant.

A pair of green eyes stared at Nangong Fan's position, excited, eager, and difficult to help themselves, they screamed and pounced towards Nangong Fan with their teeth and claws.

The wind howled during the rush, bringing people a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Countless sharp claws poked out from the yin wind and black mist, and wisps of terrifying light appeared on them, grabbing them all over Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan ignored this, as if he didn't see it, his eyes did not make the slightest wave, and the posture of holding the sword with both hands did not change at all. His focus had always been on the tip of the sword in front of him.

It's like a statue, whether the ghost uses its claws, or its sharp teeth, or even turns into the person he remembers, it has nothing to do with him.

The "sun" in my mind climbs step by step, hanging high in the center, releasing warmth, bringing wisps of warm energy.

Nangong Fan's momentum then reached the peak of what he could control.

In this process of gradually gaining momentum, some fast-moving ghosts have even fallen on him, and they want to lower their heads and suck the delicious blood.

Nangong Fan finally moved, and the sun also shone brightly around.

The sword dances on the earth, and the fire looms.

The yin wind is broken, and the ghost is objectified.

Every wisp of fire was burning out of thin air, and the temperature climbed, dispelling the deep cold, bringing a little warmth, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of lotus in the air.

"Nanming Town Fire Technique"!

A trace of the aura of Qinglian Dao Fire usually didn't have much effect except to scare people. But here, it's the nemesis of all things gloomy.

A little spark, a sword out.

The howl of the ghost and the wolf was startled, and it was quickly annihilated.

These little imps who surrounded them did not put up the slightest resistance, and they were reduced to nothing in the sparks.

"Kill!"

Nangong Fan roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and those condensed momentum were deposited on it.

Raised high above his head, a sword fell, and the power was shocking.

"Burn!"

The sword light passed, and the fire shot out.

This little bit of fire, without any sign of extinguishing, burned out of thin air, dotted the palace, and shot into the black mist in front of him.

The flame sword passed all the way, unstoppable, sweeping a path that led straight to the interior of the main hall. The ice of this road is conspicuous, and there is not a trace of black fog.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that there are only slightly hovering ghosts near the ground, which makes it look so powerful.