Nangong Fan's ears could faintly hear the sound of trembling underground, this sound was extremely frequent, with an inexplicable charm.

That's the frequency of the leyline's vibrations!

Those who have strong earth attributes can rely on their own harmony with the frequency of the center of the earth, and borrow the great power between heaven and earth to bloom the power beyond themselves.

The power between heaven and earth is endless, and this kind of power is unimaginable for ordinary people to borrow even a trace of it. Who can compete with the great power of heaven and earth? There may be such people, but by no means including the two people in front of them.

Nangong Fan's heartbeat seemed to maintain the same speed as the frequency of the earth's center pulsation, thumping and beating vigorously.

The weaker the body, the more you can feel the pulse of the center of the earth, and even a trace of warm current that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive continues to pour into the body from under your feet, and the weak body is filled with infinite power again.

All these changes are inside, and the two martial kings in mid-air naturally don't know that the young man below has ushered in some kind of wonderful transformation, and then they will be greeted not by an exhausted person, but by a real humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Nangong Fan's eyes bloomed with fine light, his heart moved, and a small blue phantom faintly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, this is the soul entrenched in the sea space, as if he had entered the world.

Nangong Fan lowered his head to hide everything that happened in front of him, even if he couldn't detect the slightest abnormality with the strength of these two people, he had to be foolproof, the blue phantom coincided with the frequency of the center of the earth, and released a little brown light regularly.

The two martial kings looked at Nangong Fan, whose movements were gradually weakening, and their eyes bloomed with relief, and the two of them were tired in a short time.

The two of them can't stay in the void for a long time, and there is no way to do it, so one can only fall to the top of the branch and stand for a while, and the other continues to maintain pressure uninterruptedly, they have also fought for physical cultivation, knowing that these perverts will definitely recover before the two of them as long as they are given time to breathe, and then they will switch offense and defense, and they will not even have the advantage of ascending to heaven or the two of them are at a disadvantage.

And the person who fell on the branch didn't dare to say that he was completely resting unsuspectingly, Nangong Fan would pick this time to counterattack every time, and Nangong Fan's toughness made them both have to smack their tongues. If I hadn't had my companion by my side this time, I would have fled, right?

Now it seems that this boring game is finally coming to an end.

The two Martial Kings couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they were finally ready to go back to make a business.

The two of them tried a little, and Nangong Fan leaned against the foot of a thick giant tree, and raised his hand weakly to support it slightly.

The two of them were not in a hurry, they would never relax because victory was just around the corner, and they were ready to exhaust all the strength that Nangong Fan had shown.

The two of them are like experienced hunters, trapping their prey step by step and never breaking free.

In their eyes, Nangong Fan's movements became weaker and weaker every time, and they couldn't help but step up their offensive, and they couldn't help but get closer and closer to Nangong Fan's body. In their eyes, the whole body was covered with dense blood bars, because of the spiritual power on them, it had covered the whole body, and the spider-like dense blood beads rolled out in turn.

All kinds of signs have shown that Nangong Fan is really powerless.

No one would be willing to completely withdraw their defenses to resist the damage of spiritual power, even if it was legendary.

They really let go of their hearts, even if Nangong Fan broke out at this time, the aggravation of the damage, and even more so that they were basically at the peak of their mental exhaustion, they could easily suppress it.

They really saw the victory, and couldn't help but get closer to Nangong Fan.

The faces of the two Martial Kings changed suddenly. The martial king's ability to fly to the sky is only achieved by the resonance and vibration of the spiritual power of Zhou Tian and the aura of heaven and earth. Now there was a strange heavy pressure on the ground, disrupting the resonance between the body and the outside of the body, and the gravity seemed to expand tenfold in this instant.

The two of them struggled in the half-human-high void and fell to the ground weakly, and before they could react, the black dragon sword flashed, and two hideous, dead heads rose into the sky.

The pillar of blood soared to the sky, and it was a terrible situation.

The black dragon sword reveals evil in the blood light, this sword is bloodthirsty!

Nangong Fan was paralyzed to the ground with a sigh of anger, and the blue phantom in the center of his eyebrows had long since disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

It's no wonder that these two martial kings died in a daze.

Everything that Nangong Fan is showing now is contrary to the common sense they know, and the unaccustomed due to the change in gravity will lead to life and death in this instant.

Who could have known that there was an influx of another power in Nangong Fan's body?

Who knows, gravity suddenly changes drastically, if they are given time to adapt, even if it is only for a moment, they can use their spiritual power to adjust their bodies, so that they can fight under such gravity.

It's a pity that Nangong Fan didn't give them even a moment of effort.

The blood demon sat listlessly on Nangong Fan's shoulder, shaking his finger-sized calf, indescribably comfortable, but his mouth was full of disdain, "It's not hopeless." ”

"Why didn't you remind me earlier?" Nangong Fan collapsed weakly and then fell to the ground, the two martial kings died, the tight strings in his heart were loosened, and the sound of the earth's heart pulsating in his ears was gone, and there was no more magnificent power pouring into his body, and now he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

"It's better to understand what you realize. You were the demon of billions of years ago, and you would have a good mind to teach you this rookie?" the blood demon pouted slightly.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, "The law seed comes from the heart, I should have thought that the divine thought should have been completed, otherwise how could I have spiritual consciousness now?"

The blood demon smiled, "The strength of the law will bring the strength of the soul, and the strength of the soul will naturally have spiritual sense, and the strongest thing you are now is not your scummy body, but the soul." ”

"It's a pity that there is no divine cultivation method, otherwise there is another means. Nangong Fan sighed slightly, it was a pity that he had a treasure mountain, but he couldn't use it.

"Divine cultivation focuses on quantity, but the law is the quality of improvement. This is also the reason why many people are not afraid of spiritual practice. But the really strong divine cultivators, that is terrifying. The Blood Demon Son sighed slowly, reminiscing with a smile on his face, "What you understand now is the skin of the law of survival, and the skin of the law of gravity of the earth, it is not a system, and there is a long way to go." ”

"At least you've already understood the law, haven't you?" Nangong Fan showed a sunny smile, as if the person who had just raised the magic sword to kill the Quartet was not him, "It's just a pity that this horse died, and it will take at least three or four days to walk back to Dragon City, and it will take about five or six days to reach the next city, and the road will be difficult to walk all of a sudden." ”

"Idiot, won't you use the mounts they brought?" the Blood Demon sneered.

Nangong Fan scratched his head and smirked.

......

In the shadows in front of Nangong Fan, a sturdy figure was holding a wine gourd in his hand, full of laziness and standing opposite a person in a white robe with a spear on his back.

The sturdy figure poured two sips of liquor into his mouth, his face was full of boldness, but his eyes were faintly lonely.

"Drunkard, if you shot in the lake, I should have thought that you were also a member of the Dark Lord. The handsome man with the spear on his back looked at the guy who was now famous in Dragon City with a warlike face.

Who would have thought that the shopkeeper who sells wine in small alleys on weekdays and gets drunk all day long is the Jianghu wine that once swept the world?

"Mo Yu, the white-clothed spear god. The drunkard squinted his thick eyebrows and big eyes, still so lazy that he couldn't seem to show any interest, "You're not my match yet." ”

"I'll catch up with you. "Mo Yu's eyes are full of fighting spirit, he was born to be a person born for war, and only when there are people like drunkards in front of him can he have the motivation to move forward.

"I didn't expect the people of the Dark Alliance to attack the young master. The drunkard's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Are you ready for the gift for the young master?"

"Of course. Mo Yan chuckled, "Let's not meddle in the affairs of Dragon City City, it's not good for us to stir up the situation of the dark master, and besides, it's not sure whether the dark alliance is friend or foe?"

The drunkard's murderous intent disappeared and slowly walked into the darkness, "Before dawn tomorrow, the gift should be given to the young master." The young master is about to step into the rivers and lakes, and we little ones can only do our best to make him understand some shallow truths!"

"Before dawn tomorrow, the time is really tight. Mo Yu smiled lightly, he had been staying in Panlong Mountain for nearly two months, and he had been preparing gifts for the young master with all his heart. Thinking about it, he turned around, and the two of them went in opposite directions, heading straight towards the deeper part of Panlong Mountain.

......

Nangong Fan's current spiritual sense naturally couldn't find the traces of the two legendary-level powerhouses, he relied on the dark tiger who was frightened by Ao Canglan's breath, leaned on its strong body, and slowly fell asleep.

Leaning on the Dark Tiger is much more comfortable than leaning on the Mortal Horse.

The Dark Tiger can blend into the darkness, has better stamina than ordinary horses, and is faster, making it an excellent land mount.

Nangong Fan didn't know that the gifts of the Hei family would be sent to him in the early morning, otherwise, thinking of those black-bellied elders, would he still be able to sleep so peacefully?

And the blood demon who witnessed everything was smiling, obviously ready to watch a good show, and muttered silently in his heart, at this interface, the strength of the black family seems to be a little too strong, and the two legends were taken out casually, and the dark lord in their mouths did not seem to be a simple little guy.

The blood demon thought about it, and slowly closed his eyes, since Nangong Fan knew about him, he was reluctant to return to the dark sea knowledge space, anyway, walking outside in the open, people who did not reach the extremely advanced realm would not be able to find him, and those who could find him would not be able to walk in this realm.

Now that billions of years have passed, it is very different from his era, he is frantically supplementing the information of this era, those information left to him by Jiang Guoshi, Jiang Guoshi's strength is definitely first-class today, and even witnesses the ups and downs of several eras, and the information he contains, from the ancient secrets, down to the current various forces in the main continent are involved.

The blood demon pondered silently, he wanted to sketch the current world in his mind, and reminded Nangong Fan in some necessary places that he didn't know much about other cultivation, opportunities or anything, and his children and grandchildren had their own children and grandchildren, this kid could be favored by blue blood, and the future road still had to rely on him.

He is only a protector, and even pressed his crippled soul, Jin Tai'an wants to be Ao Bing's minister of the dragon, and the blood demon wants to be the minister of Nangong Fan, maybe relying on Nangong Fan can still leave a trace in the history books.

In the contemplation of the blood demon son, the sky gradually brightened, and Nangong Fan's snoring sound one after another still sounded on the path of Panlong Mountain, it was obvious that he was tired yesterday. There are 12 stumps on all sides, witnessing yesterday's strife.

Nangong Fan woke up in a burst of ghost crying wolf howl.

Nangong Fan opened his hazy eyes, lazily leaned on the honest dark tiger and watched the road ahead, where there were messy footsteps, and someone was crying wolf and full of excitement, as if a sheep had just escaped from the tiger's mouth.

"Boss, there is a dark tiger in front of you, and there are a lot of corpses, and those corpses should not be weak in front of them, as if they have encountered a big deal. ”

"As soon as I came out of the hands of the god of killing, I met a big deal? ”

Nangong Fan's pupils condensed, listening to these words, these are the remnants of Panlong Mountain?

Those who shouldn't have come have come, and those who should have come have come.