Rumble!

A stone peak in the distance bombarded, and half of the peak was washed into the sky, and then a figure rushed into the sky like blood-colored smoke.

"Dare you!" A sound that made the heavens and the earth seem to be shaking rolled in, and the sound waves contained in the sound reached the point of hurting people.

Along the way, an ancient tree cracked and shattered, as if to make way for the blood-colored smoke-like figure.

What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be a big flag waving in it, and the word "splitting the sky" can be vaguely seen.

The blood-colored smoke-like figure stepped on this banner, like a demon who had descended into the world.

With such a great momentum, Ning Fan's face instantly became solemn, could this person be the hall master of the Holy Demon Palace?

Ning Fan stared at all this, and suddenly his "Immortal Demon Heart" beat violently, as if he was excited and more like he was about to break out of his body.

"What's going on??" Ning Fan hurriedly covered his heart, the power of the undead demon's heartbeat shook his hands and trembled.

And Leng Bingbing looked up to the sky and laughed, "Ning Fan, you are dead, hahaha...... You think you can kill me? ”

"Really?" Ning Fan came back to his senses, his voice was extremely cold, he didn't care about anything like a tiger pounced on a sheep, and suddenly pounced in front of Leng Bingbing, and at the same time made a move, grabbing her neck.

He wants to use the most tragic way to make Leng Bingbing die without a corpse.

Because the hatred accumulated in his heart was too strong and too big, he didn't want to let her die coldly, he wanted to make her feel pain.

Let him see how he died, slowly dying in agony.

Don't think that if the Holy Demon Hall Master comes out, he will be able to protect her, even if Ning Fan is desperate to bury himself here, he must first let Leng Bingbing die without a place to be buried.

"Stop!" The rolling voice came again, as if it was exploding in his ears, and the monstrous anger in it was like a sharp sword about to cut Ning Fan in half.

But Ning Fan didn't care about it, grabbed Leng Bingbing and ruthlessly gave a heavy hand.

"Even if Lao Tzu dies today, he will let you go to hell first. Ning Fan roared angrily, and with his terrifying strength and hatred, he twisted the cold head off his neck alive.

Click, click!

Blood splattered like a fountain, and Leng Bingbing was still laughing just now, but at this moment, his head returned to his body, and he was no longer complete, and he couldn't die anymore.

Rumble!

A blood-red smoke came as fast as lightning, and when I got closer, I realized that it was really a flag, a blood-red flag, and the word "Split the Sky" sat on the banner like a troll.

"Ah......" Ning Fan didn't seem to feel the pleasure of revenge at this moment, but instead had an extremely heart-wrenching feeling surging all over his body, and this feeling was not under his control at all.

"I've taken revenge, why can't I be happy, but my heart hurts? Phew, I can't feel heartache for her. Ning Fan roared in his heart, but the more he did this, the more his heart hurt.

Puff puff puff!

When the blood-colored Sky Splitting Banner roared, his undead demon's heart really beat as if it was about to come out of his body, causing his entire heart to bulge, and at the same time suppressing and grinding out his unbearable heartache.

"Come on, kill me. Ning Fan roared angrily, looking at the blood-colored Sky Splitting Banner that came from the blast, looking at the man who followed him like a white crane in the air, and saw the majesty and anger on his face that was about to bleed like a river.

At this moment, even Ning Fan himself had a feeling that he didn't want to live, and he wanted to die.

He didn't know why he had such thoughts, maybe he put life and death out of the way, or maybe he had revenge.

The blood-colored Heaven Splitting Banner was so strong that Ning Fan immediately felt a terrifying invisible force that restrained his whole body.

This feeling is like being tied up by five flowers, and I can't move my hands, feet, and even my whole body, and the only thing that can move is the undead demon heart that beats violently and even bulges.

"I want you not to die!" The man like a white crane roared angrily, and at the same time, the blood-colored Sky Splitting Banner, the flagarm like a spear, stabbed at Ning Fan, wanting to pass through his body and make it transparent.

Rumble!

When the blood-colored Sky Splitting Banner was about to pass through Ning Fan's heart, the sharp head of the flag's flag, which was glowing with ghostly light, was suddenly blocked by an inexplicable force.

At the same time, an even more terrifying force erupted from Ning Fan's undead demon heart, and at this moment, Ning Fan seemed to feel that his undead demon heart had really drilled out.

Thundered!

The blood-colored Sky Splitting Banner was swept away by this force, and at the same time, the man who was like a white crane in the air also fell down in shock, hurriedly holding the handle of the Sky Splitting Flag, and the whole person was lifted away for miles along with the Sky Splitting Banner, breaking more than a dozen big trees along the way before stopping.

And Ning Fan, the whole person collapsed, the bulging heart also retracted, and he sat down on the ground in an instant, sweating profusely, and gasping for breath at the same time.

He clutched his heart, really not understanding what had just happened, as if for a moment, his body was not his own at all.

A figure walked up to him, covering the light in front of him, and he looked up to see that it was the man who had just killed him.

To tell the truth, Ning Fan felt that this middle-aged man had an extraordinary bearing, with an inexplicable majesty on his face, one-word eyebrows, a Chinese face, and wearing white clothes like a white crane that was about to flutter away at any time.

After the two of them looked at each other like this for a few breaths, Ning Fan stood up with himself and said with a smile: "I thought that the Lord of the Holy Demon Hall had three heads and six arms, but it turned out that he was also an ordinary person." ”

"Are you Ning Fan?" the man in white asked, his face no longer had the anger of wanting to kill Ning Fan, but a look of interest.

"Lao Tzu is, come and kill me. Ning Fan gritted his teeth, at this time, he couldn't figure out what this person's idea was, anyway, Ning Fan was not afraid of death.

And now that he is weak, he urgently needs to breathe and recover, and it is easy for the person in front of him to kill him.

"Originally, you killed my temple maiden, of course I will let you die without a place to bury. The middle-aged man said, "But now I have changed my mind, because a saint dies and dies, and she is not as important as you." ”

“？？”

Ning Fan looked confused, what was he talking about? It couldn't be that he heard it wrong, right? Or was he stupid?

Seeing Ning Fan's puzzled expression, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's unsmiling face, and he said: "My name is Gu Tingfeng, the guardian of the Holy Demon Temple, I have been looking for someone for so many years, but unfortunately it is like looking for a needle in a haystack without any clues, but I ...... today."

He glared at Ning Fan and said with a smile: "Today, this person finally appeared. ”

"Poof!" Ning Fan almost vomited blood, "You can't be talking about me, are you?"

"Heaven Swallowing Supreme!" Gu Tingfeng approached Ning Fan and said in an extremely low voice.