Nangong Fan was so bored that he yawned repeatedly.

His eyes kept scanning the forbidden area of life, and even the hard ice seemed to have been ploughed down, and he mourned for the ghost town in his heart for three seconds.

Thousands of years of accumulated ghosts have long since been destroyed in the aftermath.

The ghost town may be about to enter a dormant period, and be a man with his tail between his legs.

The sky has long since disappeared, and the passage leading to Nanhou City has disappeared.

The victory or defeat between Nangong Fei and Liu Bang could not affect Nangong Fei's comfortable results after Yu Muyun's strong intervention. It is inevitable that tens of millions of years of confinement can be closed, and this is also the limit that Nangong Yayu can strive for.

What should I do if Nangong Fei breaks through in the meantime?

No one asked, and no one answered. In a world where fists reign, the answer is obvious.

Nangong Fei only has to break through, and even become the Marquis of Nanming, in order to truly be at ease.

Nangong Yayu is influencing Nangong Fei in this regard, after all, Nangong Fei hates it so much that he is actually just the head of the family.

Nangong Fei's parents, the first master, are now living in the Nangong family.

The so-called removal of cause and effect, but for a man like Nangong Fei, who values love and righteousness, it just makes the feelings deeper.

There are some causes and effects, but it doesn't matter.

The only thing I gained was to form a deep friendship with the Buddhist ascetics and barbarians. Maybe it will come in handy at some point.

Nangong Fan and his entourage had been waiting for Master Qingming who was sitting cross-legged on the ground for some time.

The Bear King was also not far away, glancing curiously at the human who seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.

Except for Nangong Fan who was able to stand in front of it, even the ascetics did not dare to approach it easily.

When it just came here, it scared the group a lot, and the body like a hill was not worse than the monsters in Beiliang City.

Finally, Master Qingming opened his eyes, and the Buddha's light shone, all of which were restrained in his body.

"Congratulations Master!"

Congratulations rang out one after another, after all, this was their savior.

Master Qingming nodded with a smile, this time he was able to improve, and he didn't make much effort to complete the grand wish he made, but it was all because of the great blessing star of Nangong Fan.

Thinking that he wanted to pull the little benefactor to shave his hair and become a monk, he couldn't help but shake his head.

There is actually only one life-saving benefactor for everyone, and that is Nangong Fan, even his Master Qingming is no exception.

Master Qingming didn't explain too much, he resisted all of them, and only thanked him quite sincerely with the sound transmission.

Nangong Fan shook his head, just watching the battle, he didn't know how much he heard.

People who have a little connection with him have entrusted him a lot.

Yu Muyun also let him have time to see her old woman.

Thinking of Di Qinglian, who turned his face and didn't recognize people after eating and wiping clean, with such a prominent family background, Nangong Fan felt a lot of pressure and a long way to go.

The group finally began to return home.

Without the existence of different ice, the style of this forbidden area of life has dropped sharply, and in the future, I am afraid that ordinary legends will be able to penetrate into it, and the ascetic monks will lose their due significance in this experience. I'm going to go back to the south, to the places that belong to Buddhism.

Maybe it's not necessarily going back to the ten states.

Compared to the heavy worries of the time, everyone is very relaxed now.

Although they were missing six companions, each of them still had the joy of the rest of their lives. Especially for the barbarians, the shadow of the ghost town is not far away, if not all of them disappear. At least 10,000 years don't have to worry too much.

They heard the tough woman who appeared at the end of the day, and made a declaration to the ghost town.

In such a leisurely hurry, Nangong Fan didn't know how long he hadn't passed.

After this leisure, he began to think crankily.

What should I do after I take Beiliang City to the north?

The more I thought about it, the farther I thought of Baizi City, which was standing on the opposite side.

"Baizi City ......" Nangong Fan was extremely puzzled, and always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Abruptly, his eyebrows were staring, and he seemed to have given orders to his subordinates in the dark when he was in Baizi City, so that they all felt that Baizi City was coming.

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan could no longer maintain a calm state of mind, and he would not be negligent for a while, and he would bury all the inheritance left by Hei Yuqing, right?

Nangong Fan immediately walked to Wang Zai and Shen Luofu, who were still learning from each other while walking.

Wang Zai was slightly stunned, shook his head and smiled bitterly, this new president ...... It's really not reliable! Isn't this a whole dark meat bun to beat the dog?

The dark meeting and the dark department are actually the same force, but they are called each other differently.

For Nangong Fan, this is the hidden power of the black family developed by Hei Yuqing, so it is called the dark department.

For Wang Zai and Shen Luofu, this is a group of advanced people who gathered around Hei Yuqing and were determined to turn over the day and achieve the supreme avenue, and established an organization similar to the church.

Nangong Fan scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and said that he was in charge of a party and had to consider all aspects of the people, he was really a big girl in a sedan chair, the first time.

It's not a process of adaptation at all, there is wood!

Isn't it normal to be negligent for a while!

"It's okay, I'll arrange it as soon as I come out of the ancient battlefield. Shen Luofu rolled his eyes, "Fortunately, my vice president token is also a bit of a card, and I can contact other people." Let them hide in their original places and search around for the movements of the last dynasty. ”

"Then why didn't I know? "Nangong Fan is very sure that he has recognized the dark token, it stands to reason that he will definitely know the first time if there is news!

"You put the token in the ring, you know a fart. Wang Zai looked Nangong Fan up and down, and couldn't help but burst out foul. You don't think about it carefully, what level of things can poke out your ring and spread the news.

Nangong Fan scratched his head, and subconsciously wanted to take out the token.

"No need to take it, I can't get any news from it in the north. Only wait until you get out of this icy and snowy place. Shen Luofu rolled his eyes, "Okay, you can go later." I'm going to have to fight with Wang Zai for a while!"

Nangong Fan scratched his head, what about the majesty of his minister?

With this barbarian being, it is much more convenient than Nangong Fan who only knows how to go in one direction. They could easily find the nearest tribe, so that they could ride on the ice wolf, and they could go to Beiliang City quite easily.

The tribe has already appeared in the bottom of the eye, and I don't know if it is because of the loss of the strange ice, although the northern territory is still a land of ice and snow, but the sky that has been pouring snowflakes downward for many years seems to have a gap from time to time.

Nangong Fan even doubted that if the northern realm continued to develop like this, would it become as distinct as the four seasons of the eastern land in 10,000 years.

That's a great good deed.

The tribe is wide open.

"Hmm! This Qingyao tribe doesn't have totem poles, so it won't be so generous, right?" Qianyi wondered, there were only three or two strong people left in the tribe, and the others had gone out to fight, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled, how could they be so careless?

"Hey, don't you want to see it?" Shen Luofu's face was full of indifference, he wished that something unexpected would happen.

Since reaching the consummation, the first battle is in the forbidden area of life. In the end, Shen Luofu has no sense of existence at all. He was ready to show off, but he was disappointed in his heart.

A few people calmly walked into the tribe.

With the addition of eleven dervishes, such a lineup, even the end of the capital can't stop them.

Full of confidence!

As soon as I stepped into the boundaries of the tribe and crossed the first row of igloos, I smelled a faint smell of blood.

This pungent smell was hidden in the ice and snow, but when the group approached, with the strength of everyone, they could no longer hide their figures.

"Crow's mouth!" Wang Zai rolled his eyes at Qianyi and Shen Luofu, and took a few steps back away from them, as if he was afraid that something bad would be contaminated on his body.

In fact, he looked at the igloo with his eyes.

An old man with a wrinkled face, slumped on the ground, long gone.

The extremely cold environment perfectly shows his appearance after death.

Wang Zai looked up and down, groaning in his heart, but he still didn't think of a reason, looking at it from such a distance, he couldn't even see where the fatal wound was.

Wang Zai stepped into the igloo and explored carefully.

Nangong Fan entered another igloo by the way.

Inside was a child with a happy smile on his face, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Next to his tiny body, there were several toys carved out of ice, and from the position of his figure, it was not difficult to tell what was going on in front of him.

While still playing, he died quietly, and he couldn't see the struggle at all.

This is not surprising to Nangong Fan, even the Martial King can easily do so in silence.

He took a few steps forward, squatted down, and looked down at the child carefully.

"The body is intact, and I can't see where the fatal wounds are. ”

Nangong Fan stood up, ready to walk around the child.

The extremely faint smell of blood seemed to have completely dissipated, and if it weren't for the first-class strength of the various forces of the people present, they would really ignore it.

Walking to the child's head, a conspicuous hole is displayed under the eye.

Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, "It's not like a ghost thing." What kind of person is so cruel to a child?"

With a flick of the finger, a little spark loomed and landed on the child.

"Poof!"

Nangong Fan silently watched the child's petite body turn into ashes in a firelight before turning his head and walking out.

He glanced at Wang Zai, who had just stepped out of the igloo next to him, and pointed to the back of his head.

And so it was. Master Qingming clasped his hands together, and his pitiful eyes closed gently. "Nan no Amitabha!"

"Why didn't the master recite the mantra this time?" Shen Luofu wondered.

Remembering the sound that made him goosebumps straighten when these eleven ascetics recited the mantra together in the forbidden area of life, Shen Luofu felt uncomfortable.

"The soul is gone, what's the use of thinking?" The other ascetics followed Master Qingming in the same manner, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

"The soul is gone?" Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, is it an evil cultivator? Could it be that he made a mistake in judgment, or was it a ghost made by the people of the ghost town?

Thinking of the scene when Zi Niu Xing, the ghost town people do this work more delicately.

This man was rougher, as if it was the first time he had done something like this.

"Yes, there is no soul left. Master Qingming's eyes flashed with golden light, "Since it is an evil cultivator, the poor monk will not sit idly by when he encounters it." ”

"It is our responsibility to eradicate the evil cultivators in the world. The ascetics shouted in unison.

"Are there any clues?" Nangong Fan turned his head to look at Qianyi and the others, these corpses had been here for no longer known how long, he didn't have any hope at all, he just subconsciously asked this group of people who had excellent tracking methods in the ice and snow.

"Nope. It's been so long since the snow and ice have covered its tracks. Qianyi turned his head to look at the only peak priest, looked at him with solemn eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head.

They were all worried.

Evil cultivation is synonymous with strength and bloodthirstiness, even if their own tribe has totem protection, there is still a huge question mark over whether they can stop this evil cultivation.