Nangong Fan stood alone on the top of the former Linglong Mountain, the blood in his pupils flickered, looking at the end of the capital that was only the size of a palm in his eyes, even if it was still a little far away now, he seemed to be able to feel the lively scene in it, and the current Dragon City can be described as a heaven and an underground.

was surrounded and chased and intercepted repeatedly, no matter how good Nangong Fan's temperament was, he was completely enraged, and with the fierce sword in his hand, he was already unable to help himself, not to mention the warm and charming eyes, and the demonic nature was difficult to hide.

Along the way, Nangong Fan Ke has added a lot of blood-stained style to the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers between the two famous cities of Longcheng and Modu.

On a whim, I thought of the helplessness in their words when they met Xue Linglong and Xue Linghu in Dragon City. Nangong Fan was full of apologies for the two siblings in his heart, because of his friendship with him, Linglong Mountain was forced to leave his base and leave Linglong Mountain, where the two of them grew up.

So last time, he spared this bandit who is now known as the Seven Strange Mountains, and under the urging of murder, he killed it with great momentum.

This group of bandits, who had been showing off their might for several months with the support of Mo Hongnan, would never have thought that the Grim Reaper would suddenly come with a scythe. Under the power of the Black Dragon Sword, there is no trace of them in this world, maybe even their souls have been reduced to nothing?

Nangong Fan was bathed in blood, and the blood under his feet flowed like a river, spreading almost the entire mountain. He licked the corners of his chapped mouth, the divine light in his pupils dimmed, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked upward, looking extremely demonic. There was a slight regret in his tone, "There have been no pursuers for half a day." Could it be that the end of the dynasty will be killed? It's not as powerful as I imagined. ”

Nangong Fan really felt very sorry, after the black dragon sword that evolved again slashed the high-level legend, the warm current that surged from his sword almost made him flutter, he could feel that he was one step away from breaking through the limits of heaven and earth, but he didn't expect the end of the dynasty to be dumb so quickly.

Nangong Fan stood on the top of the mountain, the breeze blowing through his robe, and he seemed to see an invisible air flow in the sky above the end of the capital that was thriving, as if he was about to jump up and break through the limits and break through the shackles locked on the earth. The end of the dynasty was at an unprecedented peak because of the end of the heavenly seal's royal road in the ancient battlefield.

Nangong Fan's pupils narrowed slightly, and he heard a trace of extremely slight footsteps in his ears, these Seven Strange Mountains don't even have a single mouse now, and they are also a bandit's den, who dares to come to the Seven Strange Mountains to explore like this?

Only the last ones!

Nangong Fan's divine thoughts were surging wildly, he sensed that a figure was slowly approaching him from the middle of the mountain, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the person through the gap in the treetops, "Hmm, why is it an old man?"

An old man with age spots on his face appeared at the end of his field of vision, looking at him with a resolute expression, his clothes were meticulously arranged, but this seemingly luxurious clothing could not hide the dead air on his body.

Dying wood, this is an old man who will burp with his legs at any moment.

Nangong Fan was stunned, such an old man who had already entered the end of his life, even if he was a peak legend, his combat power would decline to the extreme of this life. Could it be that he is a cultivator who does not rely on his body to eat?

Nangong Fan didn't believe that after he successfully killed a high-level legend, the last family would send an inconsequential old man to him, and he couldn't help but be a little more cautious.

"The legend of the first level of spiritual power, the divine power is unknown. Nangong Fan clenched the long sword in his hand, as for physical cultivation, Nangong Fan didn't need to think about it at all, physical cultivation in the early days, entering old age, it means that most of the strength has passed, which is even more miserable than spiritual cultivation, but divine cultivation can fully bloom its full strength even at the end of life.

"Ahem, ahem. The old man covered his mouth and nose and coughed gently, blood foaming out of his fingertips.

Nangong Fan's face was full of question marks, wouldn't the last family be ready to use the old man in front of him to send a death charge against him like those notorious cults?

To be honest, Nangong Fan was still a little nervous about this. His eyes kept wandering over the old man's body, for fear that he would suddenly throw out some forbidden magic weapon and drag him to Huangquan together.

The old man walked slowly towards Nangong Fan step by step.

Nangong Fan couldn't help jumping to the branch and widening the distance between him, he panicked in his heart. The unknown is always scary. even gave rise to the idea of ignoring the old man and staying away from him.

Even if the last family sent a high-level legend to fight him for three hundred rounds, he would not be so panicked.

"As a member of the last dynasty, the demon people are ravaging the people, even if the old man is dying, it is incumbent on him to slay the demon and defend the way. The old man finally stopped moving forward, his tone was solemn, and his body was full of inexplicable brilliance.

Nangong Fan was silent, but he was more cautious, and always kept a distance from the old man who thought he was safe, if he hadn't been curious about what this old man was going to do, so as to infer the methods of the last family, he would have slipped away a long time ago. Anyway, this old man won't live long, and he doesn't need to spend an extra sword.

"In broad daylight, demons can only face death!" the old man's tone was excited, his decaying body swelled with divine light, and his entire thin body shone with brilliant brilliance like the sun.

"Boom"!

The furious energy spread around the old man, and a huge mushroom cloud appeared on the top of the Seven Monster Mountain.

The thunder sounded, the wind howled, and the gray stones fluttered.

After some righteous and awe-inspiring words, the old man chose to blow himself up directly on the spot.

Nangong Fan was almost blinded by the divine light, and the giant tree under his feet rose and flew away in the distance under the wind, he calmly floated in the void, and the membrane on his body appeared. The wind blew and the thunder flashed, but it didn't affect him in the slightest. When the dust cleared, everything in front of me became clear, and the originally green mountain tops no longer had any life, and the ground seemed to be smoothed out.

But Nangong Fan was even more puzzled in his heart, the old man dragged his already broken body and came all the way to him just to say such meaningless nonsense, and then directly blew himself up after showing his integrity in front of him. Not...... Is there anything strange in the words?

Nangong Fan was stupid, even now that someone told him that the cattle in his livestock could fly in the sky, he was also convinced. He didn't see that when the old man blew himself up, there was an invisible and tasteless aura quietly wrapped around him in the dust.

At the same time, in the sleeping palace of the emperor of the end of the capital, someone spurted out a mouthful of old blood, threw the copper coin in his hand to the person in front of him, and then sat down cross-legged to recuperate.

The man who took the copper coin patted him lightly on the shoulder, and then turned away in a dashing manner, without taking a trace of clouds with him.

......

Nangong Fan walked among the mountains and forests, feeling comfortable.

The direction in which he was advancing had never changed, heading towards the end of the capital, crossing the end of the capital to the Central Plains, and then heading north.

Every time he thought of going to the north, he was excited for some reason, like an eagle yearning for the sky, and like a wanderer about to return to his hometown. Inexplicable feeling, Nangong Fan can only be attributed to the part of his bloodline that represents frost, and the Northern Hells family is deeply influencing him.

After meeting the old man, there was no other obstacle. Nangong Fan didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. But when I think of the thrill when I killed that high-level legend, I still understand that I have always overestimated my combat power.

From the point of view of common sense, he already has a combat power that is not weaker than that of high-level legends, and even comparable to the peak, if he is placed in the upper realm, he can compete with people with such combat power, but the environment of the lower realm is different, and the divine cultivation and spiritual cultivation have reached the limit of heaven and earth, and the general trend of heaven and earth can be triggered, and the combat power will increase exponentially.

Nangong Fan still remembered that he met that high-level legend on the bank of the Yangtze River, and that person happened to be a water attribute cultivator, which can be said to have made him suffer a lot in his first encounter.

Only from this did Nangong Fan know how lucky he was to reluctantly defeat Qianqian with the help of Chen Ming and others. If it weren't for the hasty attack and the lack of time to condense the power of heaven and earth, otherwise he would easily be able to carry the time of the battle formation and win.

But the warm current surging from the slaying of that high-level legend still made him willing to die. The spiritual power, qi and blood in his body are thriving under his irrigation, if the last dynasty continues to send people to besiege him, he will still grow a sword against each other, and the quantitative change will eventually cause a qualitative change, he believes that a few more times that warm current will really break through to the legend, and also touch the limit of heaven and earth.

It's a pity that the last family coaxed.

He was thinking all the way, it stands to reason that he has the foundation of comprehending the law, just talking about the realm, no one in the lower realm can compare with him, just like breaking through the realms of Emperor Wu and Martial Saint before, he is like a fish in water, and he has not encountered the so-called bottleneck at all along the way.

People who are not as good as him can break through to reach legends, why can't he?

After this killing, he felt that he didn't know how much more spiritual power in his body than the ordinary Consummation Martial Saint, why couldn't he break through?

What Nangong Fan didn't know was that the Legendary Realm had reached the top of the Nether Realm, and he needed to understand the Heavenly Dao of the Nether Realm in order to break through, not simply accumulating to make a breakthrough.

Legend has it that the following is only a hundred years old, and the legend can have a 200-year-old birthday, which can be described as a heaven and an underground, and the legend is that there are more land immortals in the lower realm.

Nangong Fan said that it was urgent and urgent, but compared to those who were in their seventies and eighties seeking a breakthrough, his young man of about twenty years old was much better.

The urgency at the beginning gradually calmed down like water under such thoughts.

Mo Hongnan stopped playing games with him, and after this siege, he was not naïve enough to be able to cross the last city of the enemy's base camp. Finally pressed the urge to seek justice in his heart, Nangong Fan chose to take a detour and walked towards the avenue leading to the Central Plains.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but his strength really doesn't allow it.

But he believes that the time for justice is not too far off at the rate of progress it is today.

Walking among the mountains and forests, Nangong Fan was indescribably calm.

The thin divine power enveloped his whole body, completely covering his own aura, and even some supernatural spells could not be found in his whereabouts.

This is also the biggest guarantee for Nangong Fan to accompany Mo Hongnan to play games at the beginning, so as not to really fall into danger.

Nangong Fan walked on the avenue, with horses flying by him from time to time, and he followed the sparse flow of people towards the Central Plains.

He didn't know that the Son of Heaven was already waiting for his arrival.

At sunset, Nangong Fan did not stop his pace of progress, with his current physique, even if he walked like this for three or five days, it would not be in the way at all.

What's more, with the strength of his feet, it only takes half a day's work to cross this avenue connecting the two realms.

Each step seemed to be a light step, but it was ten feet away, as if the land had folded in front of him, and it only took one step to get from one end to the other.

The law of gravity is an indispensable part of the law of earth attributes, standing on land, plus absorbing the essence blood of the black arm angry bear, he can be described as the darling of the earth. As long as he is down-to-earth, even if the peak legend is not an earth cultivator, Nangong Fan is somewhat sure that he will be killed under the horse.

Nangong Fan easily left the flow of people behind him, and his heart suddenly became a little restless.

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, and before he could find the source of his uneasiness, a terrifying force slashed straight from one side.

The melody of the earth that has been moving in my ears is also paused.

This force seems to be even more ferocious than the last tentacles it encountered on the ancient battlefield.

Even Nangong Fan felt that the whole world was rejecting him, even if he thought he was the darling of the earth, but Mother Earth ruthlessly abandoned him at this time.