Nangong Fan felt a slight trance, this was the discomfort caused by crossing the space that he was quite familiar with, as he expected, this ancient road to heaven was not in the nether realm!

After a while, the fluctuations around him finally stopped, and Nangong Fan found himself standing on a jade platform that was somewhat similar to the platform just now, if it weren't for the discomfort of crossing the space, he would have thought that he had just returned to the outside platform.

Will there be the same twin peaks and the road to heaven again?

Nangong Fan was curious, and couldn't help but raise his head slightly. What catches your eye is the dark red, oppressive sky and rugged ancient roads.

The ancient road winds and spirals upward, with no end in sight.

The black wind and waves blew on the edge of the ancient road, and white rays rose from it to block all the wind and waves. The ancient road looks sacred under the white light, but it seems to rise out of thin air, hovering in the abyss.

Nangong Fan actually gave birth to the feeling that he was in hell at this time, and only by following this ancient road could he reach heaven.

Under the dark red sky, Nangong Fan was in a very depressed mood, and couldn't help but let out a breath and looked around the platform.

On the edge of the platform is a well-cut boulder. The words "sentient Taoism" are so conspicuous. Tiny pink characters dot it underneath.

"The Tao is ruthless but affectionate. ”

The words are chic and elegant, and the words are picturesque.

It looks like seven little girls are dancing, and it looks like seven majestic men wielding knives and guns.

Seven words, it is as if the seven gods are deducing martial arts and analyzing the avenue of heaven and earth.

The faint Taoist voice is poignant and majestic.

The hazy fairy aura is sacred and ethereal.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but bow his head slightly. The platform seemed to stand out of thin air, looking down through the pure jade, and the bottom was full of boundless darkness, with the sound of water sliding and black mist surging under it. Gu Lu is more like suppressing something than screening Tianjiao?

For the first time, Nangong Fan found that his knowledge reserves were a little insufficient, at least he had never heard of it in the mouth of his master.

I was puzzled, what era of ancient sects and ancient roads was this, and what could be the suppression?

"Is it good-looking?" A very faint voice sounded softly in Nangong Fan's ears. The sound was extremely weak, if it weren't for the silence here, Nangong Fan would even ignore this voice directly.

And how can this voice sound like a child talking?

Nangong Fan couldn't help but be startled, thinking that he had seen a hell in the day, his body stumbled, and he almost fell off this small platform with an accident.

"Young man, concentration is not good!" A vague figure appeared in front of Nangong Fan's eyes. It seems to be completely condensed by fairy energy, only the size of a naughty child, and the corners of his mouth are full of contempt, as if he is ridiculing.

Nangong Fan finally settled down, "Are you the examiner?"

"Examiner?" The arrogant and awe-inspiring face of the naughty boy couldn't help but froze, what kind of devilish statement is this? He still remembered the posture of the previous passers to please him, even if the only person who had cleared the level in countless years was also the senior's long, and the senior's short.

How could he become an examiner in the eyes of this young man?

Nangong Fan looked at the stunned appearance of the naughty boy, and couldn't help but chuckle, after all, he avenged the intimidation just now. In fact, from the moment he first saw the naughty boy, he knew that this was a spiritual thing, and even had a guess in his heart.

Either this ancient road is an unimaginable divine weapon, and this urchin is one of the instrument spirits. Either there is a spirit in the formation here, which condenses the appearance of this naughty child.

The naughty boy coughed lightly twice, his eyes rolled, he glanced at Nangong Fan's whole body, and paused slightly on the ring.

"It doesn't seem like those little kids who go through the motions. Otherwise, I'm going to be angry. The naughty boy tapped his fingers, old-fashioned.

"Examiner, you said how to play, I have played, so I can go back to sleep. Nangong Fan frowned lightly and became addicted.

The naughty boy looked embarrassed, playing? Is this a place to play? and recalling it, I don't know a long time ago, there were people who liked to let him play everywhere!

"Petty. Your formation is psychic, and you are no longer a stiff dead thing, so go play with those little guys more. With real feelings, you can go further. ”

The naughty boy was slightly trance-like, the tender man who once let him play everywhere, the tough man who refused to accept the heavens and the earth, and the tough man who was hard to beat the emperor, and the generation of Tianjiao who gave me life and made me have feelings. Where are you?

The naughty boy's eyes couldn't help but be stupid, some nostalgic, some gentle.

I'm so lonely, I miss you so much. Have you really fallen?

Nangong Fan looked at the naughty boy who suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and muttered secretly in his heart, "Ya, you didn't even say the rules!"

"This path is the path for the sentient Dao Sect to recruit disciples. Because it was built with the foundation stone of my father's enlightenment, it has unfathomable power.

It records all the Tianjiao who have succeeded through the sky from ancient times to the present, and what you have to face is what those Tianjiao looked like at this point in time.

Because you're so young, you'll have to make a slight change. They are a little higher than you, they have a higher level of comprehension of the law, and there is a time limit for each layer.

This is not only a test of your combat power, but also a test of your understanding, and it is also a rare training for yourself, in which you will see all kinds of laws, and even what your own laws look like further.

I remember the last person who cleared the customs, broke through this law, broke through the realm, and got the reward for clearing the customs. This is the only way you can clear the level, and it's up to you what you can do. The urchin's voice calmed down.

Nangong Fan's eyes gradually flashed with a divine light, fighting with those demons who had advanced combat power in the past and present on the same platform?

"Boy, the ascent to the sky has begun, let's charge to the top of the mountain!"

Listening to these faint words, Nangong Fan faintly felt a sense of urgency, and the gentle sound of the wind whistled, as if something whispered in his ear, urging him to charge forward.

Nangong Fan took a deep breath, let go of his mind, stepped out, and stepped up to the first step.

The world is spinning. There was a slight trance in front of him. The platform behind him disappeared strangely, and the steps, which could only accommodate one person, extended and expanded indefinitely. Or maybe you're getting smaller?

Green trees, red flowers, blue sky and white clouds unfold in front of you like a picture scroll.

On the branch stood a sturdy man, armed with a spear, pointed directly at him.

The white clouds danced for him. The branches and leaves drifted for him. It is perfectly integrated with this heaven and earth.

His eyes were full of indifference, like a god overlooking Nangong Fan. His hand was steady, and the spear didn't tremble at all. His toes rose slightly, tiptoeing on the tip of the tree, like a leaf, without any fluctuations. The sharp breath, sandwiched with endless fluctuations, went straight to Gong Fan.

The momentum on his body is only a martial saint, but it is greater than the threat to Nangong Fan from the likes of Xiong Da.

The picture gradually became clearer, and Nangong Fan just fluctuated for the picture in front of him.

A fierce aura rushed towards him.

The man with the gun turned into countless afterimages.

Every movement he made with his spear froze in the void. Simplicity without superfluous bells and whistles.

Flowers and plants fly, guns shoot. Xiaocao raised his body high, revealing a fierce light, and came with the gun.

Nangong Fan's loose eyes changed, he didn't expect to fight directly at the beginning. Shouldn't we say hello first? Let's have a friendly exchange that runs through ancient and modern times? Reflect the friendship and mutual assistance between the human race.

Nangong Fan scolded his mother in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and the black dragon sword appeared in his hand in an instant, and he subconsciously drew out a sword.

Swords and guns.

The gun is as powerful and domineering as a real dragon, and the sword is as weird as an antelope.

The guns are turning, one ring after another, like a whirlpool, every collision is more than one point, the force is not stopped, and the fierceness is abnormal.

Nangong Fan's face was full of grievances, because of the negligence at the beginning, he suddenly fell into a disadvantage.

Every time I collided, I involuntarily took a step back, a hundred steps in a row, and it didn't stop.

A hundred points of gunfire condensed at one point, Nangong Fan felt that the tiger's mouth burst, numbness and pain welled up in his heart, and he couldn't even catch the sword in his hand.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, this person with a gun is endless, and his momentum is getting stronger and stronger. If he continues to be passive like this, he will only die a slow death, and he is by no means a person who sits idly by.

Forcibly moving forward and approaching his body, the spear turned sharply and stabbed straight into his chest, and the sharp breath, before he got close, made Nangong Fan's chest have blood marks appear.

Nangong Fan slightly raised his right shoulder, which was numb from the continuous collision, his right hand jumped slightly, and the Black Dragon Sword turned to his left hand. With a sword in his left hand, his right shoulder slammed straight into the tip of the spear.

The pain of tearing came, Nangong Fan's face remained unchanged, his left hand jumped, and the sword in his left hand was jerky.

"Sword Shenglian!"

Green lotus rises everywhere, and the fragrance of lotus fills the mountains.

Nangong Fan used this right hand, which temporarily lost combat power, to exchange for the initiative, which was completely worth it. As for how the next town guard survived after being injured, Nangong Fan also had a hard time thinking about it.

If you can't pass this level in front of you, how can you talk about the next level?

Although Nangong Fan's left-handed sword is jerky, it has a right shoulder firmly locking the head of the spear, even if a stream of fierce spiritual power continues to pierce into the body, it will not be taken care of when it rampages in the body.

The black dragon sword body is flowing with green mangs, the lotus fragrance is overflowing, and the sword mangs are soaring.

The sword and the lotus, the lotus and the sword, complement each other, and the gravity spirit realm descends silently.

The sword was silent, slashing lightly, rippling through the void.

The man with the gun, with a flick of his wrist, brought up a fluffy blood mist, and wanted to collect the gun and return.

Nangong Fan's bones are so hard that even with his strength, they are difficult to penetrate.

Nangong Fan had an evil smile on his mouth, and black lines covered his pupils, the demon was not cruel to others but to himself. The demonic intent erupted, and Nangong Fan's bloody right hand was raised, and the sound of snorting could be imagined.

Nangong Fan did not hesitate and grabbed the tip of the gun.

The spiritual power on the tip of the spear was like a whirlpool, revealing strange ripples, strangling Nangong Fan's right hand.

Nangong Fan's sword like a flying immortal outside the sky arrived.

The man with the gun raised his left hand, and there were grass and trees flying, rolling up the wind and waves, and slapped towards Nangong Fan's sword-wielding left hand.

Gun with right hand, sword with left hand. Fierce collision, blood mist soaring, spiritual power agitated.

Nangong Fan's right hand was white and bone-like, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and a drop of blood slowly cut down the tip of the sword in his left hand. Dripping on the ground, rippling slightly.

Nangong Fan's eyes couldn't help but condense, there was blood?!

Although the man with the gun moved out of his way, the sword still slashed through his body.

The blood marks were conspicuous, with green flashes on them, as if they were wriggling, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as Nangong Fan's body moved, the afterimages were everywhere, and he was naturally unwilling to let go of the initiative he had gained in exchange for a serious injury to his right arm.

Regardless of the flow of blood, regardless of the pain of the heart. As soon as his mind moved, a lotus was born under his feet, and a small lotus flower was also rotated around him. The sword was dense, and the whole person was like a spinning top and rushed straight at the man with the gun.

The man with the gun had an indifferent look in his eyes, his left and right hands moved, and the body of the gun shone brightly, as if it had turned into a shield, full of green, blocking all the attacks that came from it.

Nangong Fan's sword slashed on the green spear shield, layer after layer, and it was inexhaustible.

The law of wood is endless!

Although it does not affect a space like the gravity field, it is also an extremely practical law, and everything he has contains endless special effects. It's like a little strong who can't be killed.

It seems that fighting consumption is not an opponent either.

Nangong Fan's dark pupils flashed, and the only way to deal with such a law was to break the game with his own explosive power.