There were ruins and rubble on all sides, and standing in mid-air was a young man in white clothes and black.

With cold eyes and black hair like ink, he swept away with coercion alone, but everyone was silent in the valley of Yuanjue Valley!

The sound of ice shattering has been like a magic sound, penetrating into everyone's hearts, the ice shattering people are dead, and the soul melting old monsters in the Wei State have no chance to resist the power of the fist.

One by one, the seven factions of Jindan, usually have eyes above the top, but when they see young people at this moment, they seem to see something terrible. The fist power of the ice-shattering world was by no means weaker than the blow of Yuan Ying.

The ancestors of the seven factions, when the ice was shattered, they had already cast their strongest life-saving spells and magic weapons, but they were still wolves, and the corners of their eyes shrank one by one, each being cautious and vigilant.

Together with Mohi, Qi Qi began to ponder countermeasures. The young man in front of him is very likely to be a master of Yuanying. Even if it wasn't, that punch was enough for them to regard this young man as their greatest enemy in life. It was like Mo Xi's voice, and the golden wheel palm that hit him with all his strength was broken, and he had the clearest understanding of the strength of the young man's physical skills.

You can't go wrong. Breaking his golden wheel palm, this young man who suddenly appeared and claimed to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, was a monk in the Silver Bone Refining Body Realm.

Silver Bone, even if he shoots with all his might, he has no chance of winning against this young man. I didn't expect that there was such a person in Yuanjue Valley, and today's attempt to make a relic, most of them would be in vain.

This point, even the head of the sect, Zong Ze, does not understand. Yuanjue Valley, is there such an ancestor master?

Mo Xisheng's face has gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wants an explanation, and he and others can give an explanation.

How to explain the obvious murder and treasure grabbing, and kicking the sect at the door?

Or, this young man is just asking for compensation, right? He and the others killed the disciples of Yuanjue Valley, but this young man wiped out hundreds of souls of the seven factions, how should this account be calculated?

Still looking closely, Mo Xisheng and the other seven ancestors suddenly moved... Strange, this young man is only less than 20 years old, and his momentum has retreated, and his cultivation has only melted into the appearance of a spirit.

The seven of them glanced at each other, and they all saw puzzlement in each other's eyes.

Could it be that this person is only physically powerful, but his cultivation is not high?

If this is the case, even if this person has some means, if the seven of them work together, they are not afraid of this person.

Not afraid... Then the Seven Sects don't need to explain to this person, on the contrary, it is this person who wants to explain to all the old monsters! Where did the hairy boy come from, relying on the alchemy technique to sneak attack, pretending to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, and destroying hundreds of souls of the Seven Sects.

It's just that tired of being alive!

Mo Xisheng's face sank, and he snorted coldly,

"Yuanjue Valley doesn't have your ancestor, who are you..."

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes! An earth-shattering killing machine made Mo Xi's cold hair stand on end, and he couldn't say a word anymore!

He has cultivated for thousands of years, and he has been through life and death for a long time, but at this moment, under Ning Fan's killing machine, he seems to have returned to the weakness and helplessness he had when he first cultivated the truth!

This kind of feeling can only emerge when facing the old monster of the primordial baby! This young man cannot be a melting spirit, he must be a primordial baby!

He's going to kill me!

Without any hesitation, Mo Xisheng squirted several mouthfuls of essence blood, and his whole body turned into a seven-zhang tall, like a giant, and his clothes and robes were shattered, floating with pieces of golden Sanskrit! Under this self-destructive secret method, his body refining realm briefly broke through the tenth realm of silver light, and he had almost reached the silver bone!

Only had time to finish this, Ning Fan's cold voice had already resounded through the hall!

"I said, I want an explanation!"

Ning Fan's body, the black light flickered a little, the heaven and earth yuan force around his body floated, and in a flash, the light and shadow flashed, a teleportation, like a sharp sword, and in just an instant, he had been deceived in front of Mo Xisheng.

He came here to ask for money as the ancestor of Yuanjue, that's all. And before asking for money, take Mo Xisheng's life and stand up!

The latter's seven-zhang giant body is only acceptable in Ning Fan's eyes. With a wave of one hand, a stream of ice-shattering fists, with thunder light, grabbed fiercely. The seven-zhang giant's arm was enough to rival the ordinary high-grade magic weapon, but under Ning Fan's grasp, the giant's arm suddenly turned into ice, and with a roar under the thunder, it exploded to pieces.

That escape method is teleportation, and that thunder is the natural power to control the thunder. Mo Xisheng was already frightened, screamed, and his breath immediately withered, and the body refining cultivator, every inch of his muscles and bones were tempered, and as soon as his arm was broken, the body refining realm immediately fell.

He took dozens of steps back before he could stabilize his body, and with each step back, his momentum became weaker.

There is only fear in the eyes!

Without giving Mo Xisheng any respite, Ning Fan's black light flashed around him, teleporting several times, as if he had turned into several phantom bodies on all sides of Mo Xisheng and on the top of his head, and the five palms were shot out almost at the same time, and they bombarded the giant and the heavenly spirit together!

The sound of the five muscles and bones shattering came out, Mo Xi's blood was gushing like a spring, and his body was like mud, no matter how difficult it was to maintain the law and fight for his life, it would be broken!

The alchemy technique was almost clean, but he couldn't raise his resentful thoughts at all, and he didn't care about it in his heart, only the word "escape" was left!

Biting the tip of his tongue, Mo Xisheng exerted all his mana and the last few mouthfuls of essence blood, turned into a wisp of light smoke around his body, sank into the soil, and fled into the distance at a speed one minute faster than that of a half-step Yuan Infant.

This technique actually escaped from under Ning Fan's eyelids, which surprised Ning Fan, if he was not mistaken. What Mo Xisheng cast was actually a copy of the ancient gods and demons' lost magical power, the Earth Escape Technique.

Even if it is imitated by a spell, it is not a non-god and demon body that can be cast lightly. That's why Mo Xisheng was consumed so much mana and essence blood by the Earth Escape Technique.

Mo Xisheng escaped into the soil thousands of zhang below and escaped, even with Ning Fan's alchemy technique, he couldn't smash the thousand zhang soil layer and catch it.

People can't go down to the earth, but God's thoughts can. Ning Fan's temperament changed, his eyes were colder, his face was covered with black lines, and his body seemed to be a little bold with thick ink, turning into thousands of ink-colored sword thoughts, and he also sank into the soil to chase him.

As soon as this technique came out, the ancestors of the other six factions immediately exclaimed in unison,

"What, this person is already so powerful, he can even use a spell like Mo Sheng to escape into the earth, isn't it dangerous for Mo Sheng?"

The ancestors of the six factions never expected that Mo Xisheng, the number one master of the Wei State, would have no power to fight back in Ning Fan's hands. Even, when Mo Xisheng performed the Earth Escape Technique, all the old monsters were sure that Mo Xisheng could escape, but that Ning Fan was like a maggot with a bone, and he still had the means to chase after him!

And the exclamation of the old monsters was only exchanged for Hou Yong's sneer.

Is Mo Sheng dangerous? It's not just a danger, this ink flow distraction technique, but it is an extremely powerful spell that kills dozens of demon clans in an instant, and that Ning Fan, but even the Yuan Infant Banshee can capture the fierce demon alive, just Mo Xisheng, a monk who fled when he saw the Purple Wind Demon Captain, he dared to bully Yuanjue Valley, how could he be Ning Fan's opponent...

"Mo Xisheng is dead!" Hou Yong sneered.

"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is the number one master in my Yue Country..."

Several ancestors just wanted to refute, but they immediately closed their mouths in a sword roar and screams, and their eyes were shocked!

Twenty miles away from Tujue Valley, the earth was blasted open by countless ink-colored sword qi, where the explosion sounded, the ground cracked, the sword roared in the sky, and within a few miles, the sword qi passed everywhere, and not a single inch of grass was born.

And what shocked all the ancestors was not only the vision of the ink sword, but also the scream that could not be drowned by the sword qi, a whimper!

Mo Sheng's scream!

Mohi, dead?!

The sword roared before it stopped, and Ning Fan had already carried a bloody corpse and teleported back.

Mo Xisheng's body, he is really dead?!

Dead, dead... The first master of Wei... He's dead!

If it is a hard battle, everyone can accept it, but the result is extremely fast, and they will fall to the ground and divide life and death!

From Mo Xi's wild words to his death, it only took a dozen breaths, more than ten breaths ago, Mo Xisheng was still an arrogant Mo Sheng, and after more than ten breaths, he was just a corpse!

One by one, the old monsters looked at Ning Fan in horror, this person is by no means a melting spirit, he must be a Yuan Baby, he must be a Yuan Baby, he can only be a Yuan Baby!

The ancestors of the six factions, their supernatural powers are all weaker than Mo Xisheng, and Ku Ningfan has a dead hand, and it is difficult for the six people to live together. And if they escaped, they had no escape technique, faster than teleportation, and no secret method similar to earth escape technique.

Even if there were, would I be able to escape the inky robbery... The kind of magical power that turns into ink and escapes into the ground is really the only thing that has been seen in the lives of the old monsters...

What should I do?! If Ning Fan is here, all the masters of the seven factions of the Wei State are the Yuanying of the Rain Palace, and they will not have time to rescue!

If he kills, who will escape, who will be able to resist?!

"I want an explanation, no one is allowed to leave this place until I am satisfied!"

Ning Fan's eyes swept over, but the old monster who was swept by immediately shivered and lowered his head...

Zong Ze quickly realized, looking at Mo Xisheng's tattered body, excited and uneasy. The ancestors of the six major factions did not dare to come out of the atmosphere of Yuanjue Valley, this is probably the most beautiful time since the establishment of Yuanjue Valley. He is full of gratitude to this ancestor who came from nowhere!

"Hou Yong, this person is really my ancestor..."

"It's true... This ancestor has traveled for more than a thousand years before returning, and it is not surprising that the head of the family does not know!"

"Well, no matter who he is, he's my benefactor... He said it was the ancestor, and that was it. ”

...

When Zong Ze and Hou Yong spread the news, the ancestors of the six factions were panicking...

And finally, the second master of the Wei State, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked bitterly and respectfully,

"I don't know what explanation you want to be satisfied..."

"Immortal King. ”

Ning Fan took the killing opportunity and smiled slightly.

And all the surviving old monsters of the six factions were stunned.

Dare to love this person, he is here to make money...

It turned out that it was enough to give money, but if he knew this, why did Mo Sheng fight for his life... Money buys life, what a small thing! Injustice, Mo Xisheng died too unjustly... If he knew that he could save his life, but he died in vain, he would have regretted that his bowels would be green...

"I don't know how much fairy jade Your Excellency wants..."

"There are 20,000 people in the early stage of Jindan, 40,000 in the middle stage, 80,000 in the later stage, Ancestor, 200,000, what, it's not expensive!" Ning Fan said with a threat.

"What! You dare to blackmail me for 200,000 Immortal Kings, do you know that I and the Rain Palace..." Among the ancestors, Bai Menlou seemed to be dissatisfied, but immediately, Ning Fan's eyes were cold, and a teleportation appeared behind Bai Menlou, and he pressed his finger!

Bai Menlou's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately urged the alchemy technique, his eyes were even more sunken, and he was as thin as a skeleton, but his physical defense was raised to the peak of the eighth realm of silver light!

But under Ning Fan's finger, his purple light defense immediately turned into fragments and collapsed, and as soon as he pointed at his chest, Bai Menlou immediately vomited blood and was seriously injured, flew backwards, and fell heavily, and the first thing he did when he got up was not to run for his life, but to untie the storage bag, offer it with both hands, and explain in a hurry, for fear that if he was one step slower, he would be destroyed by Ning Fan! "This is 200,000 immortal jade, please stop!

"Four hundred thousand!" Ning Fan said coldly.

"So much, this... Okay, I see... The younger generation of immortal jade is not enough, can you use magic weapons to compensate..."

"Instrument Spirit Magic Weapon, Three-Turn Pill, Infant-level Exercises, Others, Don't! Remember, this is an order, not a negotiation, you have no choice!"

(The mobile phone wrote 3000 words in 6 hours, 2 batteries ran out, a little motion sickness, the mobile phone code words are too small, I am dizzy, shameful)