A wisp of black light appeared above Nangong Fan Zhihai, and with endless resentment, he fell straight down, rubbing the violent sparks of his debut in Zhihai like a meteorite rain.

Nangong Fan raised the black dragon sword in his hand, and gently slashed the bodies of a cat and a dog in front of him with a strange aura, their illusory bodies were scattered in half before they touched the sword, temporarily avoiding the edge, but before they could reunite as one, the blood-colored light on the blade of the black dragon sword swept away the surrounding phantoms.

The miserable baby cried and wandered in the void, Nangong Fan's face became very strange, ignoring all the discomfort caused by the violent black meteorite rain of the sea of knowledge, he lowered his head and stared at the few cyan lines in his hand that were formed by the fire of the Qinglian Dao, and the whole body was pitch black, and it seemed to be extremely ordinary.

The Black Dragon Sword damaged and devoured part of the imp's body!

This Black Dragon Sword still has the effect of Soul Eater?

Fear rose in Nangong Fan's heart, and he suddenly felt what a whimsical thing it was for him to aspire to make the Black Dragon Sword a holy sword in his hands.

This was born to be a demon sword that slaughtered the world, and I don't know what amazing changes have taken place in the sword that has been nurtured in the refining furnace during the countless years that the blood demon son has been asleep?

There was a slight chewing sound in his ears, and Nangong Fan felt that what he was holding in his hand was no longer a dead thing, but a terrifying demon with a monstrous killing heart.

If ordinary people have such a spiritual weapon to protect themselves, they have to wake up with a smile when they dream, but Nangong Fan feels a little unacceptable at this time, this sword weapon like a living being, the instrument spirit with independent instinct is an ancient existence waking up from a long sleep? Or is it a newborn existence like a child?

If it was an ancient existence, Nangong Fan didn't have any confidence to suppress it, and it was unknown whether it would be a human sword or a sword master.

The Black Dragon Sword didn't pay attention to Nangong Fan's horror, it just instinctively squirmed, as if it was sucking the trace of soul it had just absorbed, revealing a trace of satisfaction, and the blade of the sword seemed to be sharper, and it was also wrapped in a touch of indescribable spirituality.

A trace of cold air followed the slight wriggling of the Black Dragon Sword and climbed up Nangong Fan's body along the sword body, which made people feel extremely comfortable. They surged up to Nangong Fan's eyebrows step by step, and entered the illusory space of the sea of knowledge, the air flow was invisible, like a spring rain poured into the sea of knowledge, and the soul that was a little sluggish after the meteorite rain was shaken.

Under this strange cool air current, the sea space expanded outward by an insignificant trace.

This disturbed the blood demon who was sitting in the sea of knowledge, he opened his eyes with a sigh of light, and put his eyes on the sea of knowledge that had undergone strange changes, staring at the wisps of invisible divine airflow, and wondered, "Where did you get such pure soul power?"

Nangong's face was strange, and he wanted to throw away this long sword with strange and demonic properties, but he was obsessed with the wisps of soul power that had soaked into the sea of knowledge, and he couldn't bear to let go. He felt like he was addicted to drugs, and he couldn't stop it.

Whoever feels the pleasure and comfort from the soul will be addicted to it, and they can't help themselves.

Before Nangong Fan could make a decision, hundreds of miserable white withered hands with resentment appeared around him, corroding the void, and he grabbed Nangong Fan without any fluctuations, and he could look at a new world from the black fog, and all the condensed ghosts and monsters made a move, wanting to drag Nangong Fan into their world.

With the wave of the withered hand, countless hideous blood-colored heads appeared in it, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a faint weird, intermittent cry came from the black mist stretched out by the severed hand, disturbing Nangong Fan's mind.

The black mist in front of her appeared with Qinglian'er's delicate face that seemed to be angry and angry.

A glimmer of light appeared in Nangong Fan's eyebrows, and the reincarnation seal representing Kurosawa slowly exuded a faint light, and he couldn't help but take a step forward towards the withered hand, and the withered hand that stretched out from the black mist grabbed Nangong Fan's body and slowly dragged it towards the black mist.

The withered hand instinctively avoided the slightly trembling black dragon sword, and a crisp sword groan resounded throughout the audience, as if a naughty boy was cheering when he saw his favorite toy, and the surging power of the black dragon sword pushed Nangong Fan's stiffened right hand straight forward.

The instinct formed by a year of sword practice makes this sword fast and urgent, and there is a faint and inexplicable faint and fierce aura lingering on the sword body.

The black dragon sword drew a long mark in the void, and the black mist dispersed and turned into two halves, and Nangong Fan's intoxicated eyes suddenly sobered up.

In front of him was the tall ghost, he dragged a ghost-headed broadsword, countless withered palms on top of the tattered armor, with a trace of spirituality in his eyes, revealing instinctive ferocity.

A swing of the sword slashed straight towards the black dragon sword.

The illusory broadsword collided with the black dragon sword, and an indescribable surging force came from the sword. Nangong Fan couldn't help but take two steps back one after another. The power of this powerful ghost to bless the endless black mist was even more violent than his Martial Emperor-level physical cultivation.

The ghost's body, which was almost condensed into substance in the black mist, trembled uncontrollably, and there was a "sparse" sound, and the withered hands on the armor scattered all over the ground with the huge force, turning into black mist and returning to his body.

After all, the ghost has only been formed for a long time, and he has not learned too many skills, everything is just fighting with his combat instinct and violent strength, and he has no means to vent his strength, and the countershock force formed by the intersection of the two huge forces makes him extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at his uncertain body, it may be more serious than the injury suffered by Nangong Fan.

"Die!" The hoarse and indistinct voice slowly spat out from his mouth, and the black mist around him swept out, turning into a big snake that was winding and circling, spitting out the snake letter and winding towards Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan put away his sword and took out his sword in one go, and a deep brown light filled the sword body.

In Nangong Fan, who has turned the virtual into reality, although the law of gravity is not as effective as the entity, it is better than nothing.

Nangong Fan was slightly surprised that the law known as absolute power had actually returned in vain, but the powerful sword still shook the ghost's body apart, turning it into a cloud of black smoke floating around.

It's just that before he had time to be happy, the black mist condensed back into one in an instant, but the ghost's already illusory body was a lot weaker.

Ordinary means are useless!

"Well, you're not his opponent yet. The forces behind him are not small, so as not to have long nights and dreams, quickly get rid of this little mouse. Only at the beginning of the shot, he had been sitting on one side and watching Soul Feng fight Nangong Fan's lazy voice slowly sounded.

A faint feeling of uneasiness lingered in his heart, and he was cautious by nature and no longer had the heart to play this game of cat and mouse.

"Give me ten more minutes. "Soul Feng is unwilling, senior brother makes a move, but there is nothing to do with him. He wanted to wash away the shame of being ridden on his head by the people of the lower realm.

Soul Tian snorted softly, Soul Feng's face changed greatly, he couldn't help clenching his fists, moved his body and stood obediently behind Soul Tian, his senior brother is not a good man and a woman, if he is unhappy, he will have to suffer. With his own first ghost, the mind of getting carried away disappeared.

But, one day, he wants his senior brother to have to surrender under him.

A cruel smile hung up on the corners of Soul Tian's mouth, and a slight sound came from his mouth.

The voice is extremely strange, like a baby learning to speak, "babbling" non-stop, the black mist squirms, countless ghost lights flicker, the yin qi is sheng, and the ghost cries wolf!

Soul Heaven is actually using this unique way to communicate with these ghosts who have not been born for a long time.

This made Nangong Fan couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, but he didn't know that if it wasn't for the Heavenly Dao to suppress the soul and heaven, he could command the endless and flexible ghost soldiers and ghost generals to drown him in an instant.

Nine vortices appeared strangely around Nangong Fan's body, and a huge suction force came from them, pulling his body, making him feel that Nangong Fan had nine sturdy horses galloping in nine directions with him as the center.

The bones creaked in it, and nine cylindrical black mist as thick as ordinary people's thighs protruded from the center of each vortex.

The black fog was almost condensed in this eerie atmosphere. At a cursory glance, some of them are covered with solid scale armor, some are like the roots of a tree, and some hold sharp weapons.......

Eighteen dark green flames danced in the whirlpool, and there was a dense glow floating behind them.

The Nine Great Powerful Ghosts revealed their bodies and led the team to encircle and suppress Nangong Fan, which was also the limit of what Soul Heaven could control under the suppression.

Soul Heaven did not let the ghost possess the demon corpse, after knowing that Nangong Fan had the law of gravity, it was tantamount to cutting off his arm.

Soul Heaven has those bells and whistles that are not neat, and this torrent of ghosts alone can drown Nangong Fan.

Between heaven and earth, the black mist rolled, and the fierce aura permeated Nangong Fan's side.

Nangong Fan was suspended on the shore of Moon Lake like a puppet with a string, drifting with the tide under the violent power, unable to help himself.

The black fog is getting thicker and thicker, enveloping the heavens and the earth, revealing a breath that is not like the world, the ghostly light is swaying in the black fog, the looming fierce light gathers but does not disperse, and the boundless resentment lingers in the heart.

There is no longer a gloomy wind, but it is even more gloomy.

Nine whirlpools were practiced together, an ancient and dilapidated city appeared in a blur, and the two antique characters on the city gate bloomed with a strange light, with a monstrous coercion, and shot straight into Nangong Fan's sea of knowledge.

Drunk!

Rather than a new city standing on the earth in the deepest part of the vast glacier in the north, this dilapidated ancient city is more like lying on the river of time, revealing a sense of the vicissitudes of countless histories.

The walls of the ancient city run through the heavens and the earth, and there are intermittent golden characters looming in the green sun.

"Cultivators do not believe in reincarnation, but only in this life. Who doesn't want to leave an eternal mark between heaven and earth? Reincarnation does not cross the immortal man, and loneliness creates a pure land, dare to ask this day, have there ever been complaints?"

"If the sky is ruthless, I will lift the day, so what's the matter?"