In a hazy black mist, countless beating ghosts stared at Nangong Fan with longing, these little ghosts who only knew how to pounce on them when they smelled the smell of living beings actually stopped, and their confused pupils flashed with respect.

A small ghost figure appeared in the midst of them.

The ghost's body was a little shorter than the body made by the first-born imp, and if it weren't for the almost completely condensed body, it would have been mistaken for a stunted imp.

In the dancing fire in its pupils, in addition to the blood-colored ferocity, there was a trace of imperceptible spirituality, which made the gaze more and more terrifying.

The corners of its mouth hooked up a hint of arc, as if it was ridiculing Nangong Fan's immeasurability.

Do you still want to stand up under my punch?

The ghostly fire in the pupils seemed to be emitting a faint light outward, pulling the black mist, forming two deep black holes.

This black hole has a faint but strange power radiating outward.

Under the traction of the qi machine, Nangong Fan's huge pupils full of anger and blood gradually fell silent under the trauma and ridicule.

It seemed that all kinds of images that had existed in his memory appeared in front of him.

......

When the boy left the ancient city, a bandit appeared on the road ahead, and wanted to play tricks on him, and the boy was angry and killed him.

The boy did not have the ability to catch up with the fleeing bandits, and the discomfort of the first killing, so he threw up on the horse.

At this time, beside the young man, several bandit corpses covered with blood stains suddenly stood up from the ground under the control of a mysterious force, his green eyes kept shaking, swaying his broken body, and his sharp fingers pierced the air and grabbed the young man's body.

......

A feminine man with green hair was about to slap on a young man's head with one palm.

The feminine man was accompanied by a giant snake that spontaneously changed color, winding around him.

The young man's surroundings were covered with green liquid, and at this moment crawled out of it one by one to escort him here.

The dart man seemed to have only a soul, but he still bit at him.

Next to the carriage behind the young man, there was a mother and daughter, the silk scarves on their faces disappeared, and black marks appeared on their flower-like faces.

The little girl picked up a stone and threw it at the youth, the woman's pupils glowed, and a trace of strange power diffused out.

Even the horses were changed in appearance, full of evil nature, and rushed towards him with a gallop.

Whoever it is, they treat young people with malice.

......

On the battlefield of the Barbarian Planet, the young man who slaughtered all directions for the human race suddenly passed a sharp knife through his chest. The fallen orcs also stood up. The tiger-headed general, with a meteor hammer in one hand and his head in the other......

The Snake Star, the Terrans he saved, and the orcs who were pierced by his wind hole all stood and let out a ghost crying wolf howl......

Every creature that Nangong killed mercilessly and saved appeared in his eyes.

They flaunted their might and wanted to tear Nangong Fan apart.

Nangong Fan felt as if he had died countless times at once, the brilliance in his pupils was dimming, he was so tired. It's so tiring to stand up to this strong body.

Isn't it easier to get out of it? You don't have to think about it so much?

Or is he actually dead? Now it's just a dream of Nanke.

Nangong Fan even had the idea of using his soul to walk in the world. That is the real detachment, the real freedom, right? No longer think about saving people who have nothing to do with you, what to save the earth, destroy the famous city, and play at the same time!

Nangong Fan gradually felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and he wanted to close them, but dimly, he seemed to see the short fierce ghost coming to his side and stretching out his smooth palm.

Is he going to touch his neck?

Well, I didn't expect him to be a little stinky and beautiful. The body that is conjured up with black mist should also be beautiful.

He's here to free me, right?

The eyelids are so heavy.

It's good to just sleep like this......

"Woooooo

What is this sound?

Nangong Fanben's eyes were completely closed, and under a supernatural force, his mind seemed to get rid of that boundless fantasy and opened suddenly.

The cold wind surged between his necks, and Nangong Fan subconsciously grasped the smooth palm that was about to touch his skin.

......

Xiao Ran was still in the same place where Nangong Fan let go and kept circling with a few little ghosts, the little ghosts that he could kill in three or two moves, at this time, just five heads could completely drag him down.

Xiao Ran was not panicked, on the contrary, he was very calm, and he was only awakened from the boundless panic when the sharp claws of one of the little ghosts touched his skin.

No matter how big the panic is, when faced with a threat of life and death, it has become a delusion.

Mortals can still burst out with indescribable power with common sense under the crisis of life and death, let alone Xiao Ran, who is a cultivator?

Xiao Ran is very intelligent, and those with priestly talent are the smartest among the barbarians. Xiao Ran is one of the best that the high priest is also optimistic about.

He immediately found his position here, not to kill the enemy, but to protect himself under the ghosts.

Fortunately, Nangong Fan attracted enough firepower, and the stupid little ghosts and powerful ghosts were also implanted with death orders - attacking the main hall, as long as he avoided the front line, he could protect himself well.

Xiao Ran wants to eliminate these five imps, it's not that he can't do it, but he doesn't feel that it's worth it. It's not impossible to just go around with the little ghost to win here.

Nangong Fan was hit on the ground by a powerful ghost's punch, and the movement was too great.

Xiao Ran glanced slightly in the direction of the main hall, and found that a sturdy figure with a flashing red light was missing, and he suddenly understood that Nangong Fan had encountered a crisis.

Whether it was for the sake of the barbarian's life, or for the sake of his own life at this time, he couldn't continue to grind foreign workers like this.

Xiao Ran accepted the inheritance of a strong man who was extremely rare in the entire barbarian race.

In the last time before his death, the high priest had been in an extremely miraculous state, beyond consummation, and had not crossed the way of heaven, and he had taught Xiao Ran all the ancient methods he had learned and used the barbarian tribes. Reduced the amount of time Xiao Ran spent learning priest magic.

Originally, this ancient method was difficult to succeed in today's nether environment, but it couldn't stand the arrival of Nangong Fan, an "ancient barbarian nobleman", and the totem also made a bloody investment for this. Zilong, who has matured and knows the rules of totems, has signed a contract with a person for the first time. Escort Xiao Ran, the lucky one.

At this moment, among all the priests, in terms of theoretical knowledge alone, Xiao Ran is the best of the entire Nether Barbarians. Even the Ice Bear Priest is not as good as that.

Xiao Ran can't use many spells because of the limitation of his strength, but his inheritance is witnessed and recognized by Zilong Totem himself, and his position as a high priest can't be shaken even if Uncle Qian is the chief.

The high priest recognized by the totems, don't you approve of it? Are you still mixed up in this tribe, do you still want to be recognized by the totems?

Xiao Ran knows his limit, and with his closeness to the totem, as long as he is still in the Northern Liang, he can use a few spells for a short time with the assistance of the totem to achieve the spell of the perfect priest!

If his strength is improved a little more and he is closer to the totem, as long as he is still on the earth, he can use the ability of the totem.

A strange power came from the void, and the momentum on Xiao Ran's body was rising steadily, and the little ghost in front of him was crushed in an instant, without the slightest ability to resist.

Xiao Ran's eyes are not human-like, like a god, seeing through all vanity.

Xiao Ran indifferently looked at the direction where Nangong Fan fell to the ground, the black mist was no longer a diaphragm, and everything was hidden under his gaze. He saw the fierce ghost, and even directly saw what Nangong Fan was struggling to face at this time, with a hideous face with fear.

With a huge amount of knowledge reserves, Xiao Ran almost didn't have to use his brain, and he understood what he should do at this time in order to solve the crisis in front of him. The ring flashed on his fingertip, and a bone flute appeared on his hand.

Xiao Ran, who has been learning various musical instruments and mixing all kinds of juices since he was a child, once he touched the flute left by this master, he understood how to play and sing, and how to attract the spirituality in it.

The flute was placed next to his mouth, and a strange energy was blown, and his fingers turned rapidly in a certain order.

"Woooooo

Xiao Ran's face gradually turned pale, and he stopped blowing for a while. Sitting on the ice, despite the cold, he really had no strength, if it weren't for the strong support, he would even want to fall asleep like this.

He tightened his robe, nervously looking at the direction of Nangong Fan, who could no longer see clearly.

I kept silently saying in my heart, "It's good to have the sound of fighting." You have to stand up!"

......

The unpleasant sound, but with an inexplicable charm, seems to wake up all those who are intoxicated with sleep.

Nangong Fan woke up, feeling a strange warm current permeating his body, he was able to completely soberly control his body when he turned into a bear demon for the first time, unless he was covered by demonic nature, he relied on his likes and dislikes and instincts to exert his strength.

This explosive power made Nangong Fan intoxicated.

Suddenly, the soft hairs on his neck stood up, Nangong Fan subconsciously stretched out his thick and powerful palm, and he finally realized that he was still fighting at this time!

Seems to be in complete control of the body, and has not yet relied on instinct to do so?

Although the bear demon's fighting instinct is strong, it has no intention of using other laws other than gravity, which alone is actually a great improvement.

How majestic is such a violent power with the law?

Nangong Fan thought of it, and the fire loomed between the palms of his hands, the laws were pulled, and the sparks were attached to the palms of the fierce ghosts.

Burn!

A little red light appeared on the palm of the demon's hand, and it was imprinted into it.

There was a sound of sizzling, the black mist was firewood, and the red light flashed with firelight.

The sparks flew out, and the demon only felt that it was the fire tongs that firmly grasped the palm of his hand. Its complexion did not change in the slightest, its palms rotated slightly, and the sparks fell off, and the smoke was filled.

Each wisp of black mist seemed to turn into a silver needle, and under the ferocious force, it burst out in all directions, fiercely piercing into the palm of his hand.

Hair falls out and blood spots emerge. The entire bear's paw was instantly covered with blood, dripping blood downward.

"Get out!"

Nangong Fan opened his bloody mouth, and the sharp fangs were swirling with ghostly light, and a wave of supernatural power poured into his body from the ground, and his arms seemed to be thicker, as hard as a stone.

The other hand wielded the black dragon sword, and the demonic power was all over it, and the blood slashed through.

The fierce ghost glanced at the rushing red light, and his eyes flashed with jealousy, and he felt a strong crisis under this red light. The palm that Nangong Fan had been holding suddenly fell off, and the body that was firmly fixed in place was liberated.

The fierce ghost's arm regrew a thin palm, kicked on Nangong Fan's body, and he took advantage of this force to rise into the air, easily avoiding the black dragon sword.

Nangong Fancai's body sat up, and under this foot, he leaned back again. The flesh and blood in his chest were blurred, and an inconspicuous blood hole appeared, gushing outward.

This is a truly perfect and perfect ghost type, not only with power, but also with realm. I don't know whether it should be called ghost qi or yin energy, and it is much more domineering than ordinary spiritual power. That destructive power pierced Nangong Fan's membrane on the surface of his body in the blink of an eye, hurting his lungs.

Nangong Fan's huge body fell to the ground again.

"Bang".

A pit emerged, and Nangong Fan was embedded in it.

The ice finally couldn't withstand the two impacts of this strong guy, and a thousand layers of snow were stirred up between the shatters, burying Nangong Fan under it.

The blood fell into the air, and the energy shot down, spreading forward, and only disappeared without a trace after smashing three or two little ghosts.

The fierce ghost watched those little ghosts struggle under the blood, and the terrible roar resounded in its ears, but it still couldn't resist the result of disappearing, but in an instant, even the body was gone.