Eleven-storey Lei Tower, at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. The wind and rain are miserable, and the lightning and thunder are roaring.

A group of more than 200 necromantic monks, dressed in stars and moons, rushed to the Valley of Zhongshan, where it was the palace of the eleventh layer of the thunder lord candle wind.

These 200 monks, all of them are gods or above, and there are even six of them, but they are refining the void!

However, the leader of this team of monks is by no means any refining, but a white-clothed young man in the realm of transforming into gods.

"It's close..."

Ning Fan's eyes were calm, even if he was about to fight with the strongest person on the eleventh layer, he didn't have the slightest concern.

The physical body breaks through the peak of the jade life, and with the body of the corpse demon, it can compete head-on with the physical cultivation of the first realm of the golden body, and collide with the voyeuristic old monster.

Refining the Immortal Emperor's finger bones, Ning Fan thought to himself, now if he uses his sword finger, the power will be very different from before.

Devouring the blood of the Mora, even if it is only a drop, and it has not yet been completely refined. But with the power of that drop of demonic blood, Ning Fan turned on the demonization state and transformed into the four phases of the demon, and in a short transformation time, even if he asked the void, he could fight!

However, due to the fact that the blood of the demon Luo has not been completely refined, there is a drawback to rashly using this blood demonization.

Every time he was demonized, Ning Fan felt that the Yuan Shen had turned black at all.

The more times and for the longer the demonization, the thicker the blackness becomes.

The black color is demonic, and if there is less demonic nature, it doesn't matter. If the demonic nature accumulates too much, Ning Fan will most likely lose his mind and lose his feelings.

Although he will not become a cold-blooded and ruthless person like the Black Yuan God, Ning Fan never likes to be influenced by anything outside world.

The means of demonization can be used without it. No, you don't.

Unless he completely devours the blood of the demon and breaks through the realm of the golden body, at that time, Ning Fan can rest assured that he will transform into a giant body.

"Kill!"

A valley in the shadows. A hidden array of light flashed, and tens of thousands of monks suddenly appeared, each holding a thunderous crossbow, and shot ten thousand killing thunder arrows in the direction of Ning Fan.

Thunder and arrows are like rain, caught in the thunderstorm, and they are coming extremely fast.

Every thunder arrow is enough to wipe out the Yuan Infant, and tens of thousands of thunder arrows will be able to kill even if they are gods.

There were so many thunder arrows, but they couldn't slow down a group of monks in the slightest.

Ning Fan's eyes showed indifference. A roll of sleeve robes. Obviously, he waved his hand. But there is an unimaginable huge force that is enough to shake the mountains and rivers and blow the sleeves with a blow. It's comparable to a full blow of peeping!

The huge force shook, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the ten thousand thunder arrows were shattered, and tens of thousands of hidden enemies were wiped out with one blow.

"Quickly withdraw and return to the thunder lord. Zhou Ming has entered the foothills of Zhongshan Mountain, seventeen layers of defense, none of which can stop his pace, and the three commanders have died in battle!"

"Can you go..."

Ning Fan's words were indifferent, and with a wave of his palm, a cold sword light as thin as a cicada's wings flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the seven enemy cultivators who were escaping, the Judu Dantian, were pierced by the sword light.

That sword light is too fast, faster than the speed of the voyeur monk, unless it is to ask the void, who can defend!

The sharpness of that sword light almost ignored the defense of the level of voyeurism.

The moment the sword light penetrated the body, hundreds of millions of sword filaments pierced out of the seven monk dantian, and in just a moment, all seven of them were crushed by the sword wires, and the blood mist dispersed.

Ning Fan's expression was unmoved, this kind of killing, on the way to Zhongshan Thunder Palace, he had killed sixteen times, this was the seventeenth.

There are 400 avatars who have died in his hands, and there are 3 people who have peeped into the void!

Yuan Lei swallowed it one by one and refined it in his stomach, and Lei Yu took it into his hand one by one and threw it to Lei Eleven behind him.

Ning Fan's skills are skillful, and killing people and grabbing treasures is commonplace.

But the six refining voids behind him, including Lei Shiyi, all had expressions that were shocked and numb.

"This son is so ruthless! Slaughtering the first ten layers of Lei Ta, this kind of thing, even if it is a false old monster, he can only do it, he will be angry, but he dares to do it... Looking at this posture, this son not only wants to enter Zhongshan and extinguish the candle wind, but also wants to kill all the way to the twenty-fourth floor and destroy the Ying Dragon King!"

Mo Feiyun's heart was shocked, he asked himself that he had seen many heroes in his life, among which the number of thunder eleven made him admire the most, and the one who made him most afraid was Ning Fan in front of him.

"I'm ashamed... The old man looked down on him before and mocked him... Now it seems that the strength of this son is absolutely easy to kill me, and it is never an exaggeration to say that he is a void... A sword is wide and cold, and the sword wire is the enemy... This son is afraid of kendo cultivation, and he is by no means weak. Chu Nanfeng laughed at himself.

Lei Shiyi's eyes appeared shocked again and again, he knew that Ning Fan was powerful before, but he even saw that Ning Fan three days ago was not so powerful.

In the past, Ning Fan gave Lei Shiyi the feeling that it was instinctive restraint, and that restraint came from Taisu Lei Xing.

And now Ning Fan has two completely different kinds of coercion on his body, each of which is enough to make Lei Shiyi's heart palpitate and chill.

"That kind of coercion, I suffocated... Even if it's a broken old monster, you shouldn't have this kind of coercion... What has happened to this son in the past three days!" Lei Eleven pondered.

The group marched all the way, and almost all the killing was taken care of by Ning Fan alone.

After witnessing the death of three voyeurs at the hands of Ning Fan, no one doubted that Ning Fan had the strength to kill Candle Wind and confront King Ying.

Zhongshan Thunder Palace is already in front of the eyes millions of miles away!

In the Thunder Palace, the Thunder Lord Candle Wind, dressed in black armor, was sitting on the throne, looking at the messages one by one, his eyes gloomy.

Outside of Zhongshan, the seventeen masters of the guard, hundreds of thousands of people, were slaughtered all the way in half a day!

Who came really caught Candle Wind by surprise. It was Ning Fan and Wanbao Pavilion!

"Hmph! I didn't think that Zhou Ming was chased and killed by Lord Ying Longwang, but he still dared to come to my Thunder Palace and throw himself into the net, he was really bold, did he think that with his half-step cultivation of refining the void, he could fight with me in a dignified way? ridiculous!"

"And the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, it's really daring. This man was defeated by me eleven times, and I thought that he would know the stakes, and from then on he would keep to himself and obediently hand over the emperor's bones. I can't imagine that this evil will dare to provoke me again! If he rushes to the Thunder Palace, I will teach him to regret it!"

The roar of the candle wind echoed in the Thunder Palace for a long time.

Ask the void, the momentum is like a mountain and a sea. swept in, making the air in the hall extremely oppressive, and countless primordial babies and avatars fell to the ground because they couldn't bear the sense of oppression.

There are only nine voyeuristic old monsters, each of whom resists the power of the candle wind. to be able to face without changing color.

"Thunder Lord rest assured! In the Thunder Palace, there are ten Refining Void Guards, let him Zhou Ming and Wanbao Pavilion have three heads and six arms, and if they dare to come here, they will also be sent to death..."

An old man with rat whiskers, his name is the king of horses, and the mung bean's small eyes flashed fiercely, and he sneered.

He didn't put Ning Fan and the others in his eyes at all, and none of the other eight peeps looked at Ning Fan in his eyes. Therefore, I deeply agree with the words of the old man with the rat beard.

"That's right! Ma Daoyou said very well. That Zhou Mingruo came to the Thunder Palace. Surely death. Don't look at him killing all the way, the momentum is huge, but most of them are just relying on Wanbao Pavilion and three peep puppets. After all, he is only a half-step refining void, and there is never any half-step refining void that can skip the level to kill the void. It doesn't matter if this son doesn't enter the Thunder Palace, if he enters the Thunder Palace, I will be the first to kill him!"

The other was tall and peepy, echoing the voice.

For a while, the hall was full of laughter from refuting and ridiculing Ning Fan and others.

At this moment, a cold voice, like ten thousand years of ice, suddenly sounded in the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace.

It's like the momentum of a thousand mountains suppressing. There was a contemptuous question, like hundreds of millions of thunder, exploding in the ears of the Thunder Palace group cultivators, and the next moment, the monks under the refining void were bleeding from their eardrums, and they were in severe pain.

And the old monsters who refining the void, including Candle Wind, also had a sluggish breath in their chests, depressed and uncomfortable, and their complexions changed.

"Who said that I Zhou Ming, I dare not come!"

A voice, fierce and terrifying!

Not to mention how Ning Fan cultivated, the ferocity of this voice alone was enough to suppress the ordinary gods!

In an instant, the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace fell into boiling and panic.

The next moment, the Zhongshan Mountain Range, in the night of thunderstorms, the earth shook!

Countless dead souls escaped from the Thunder Palace, and when they looked at it from afar, they all took a cold breath.

But I saw that there were only 200 monks, who were spreading out the foothills of Zhongshan Mountain, and none of the 200 people were above the gods.

Before that god, there were six refining voids and three voyeur puppets, including Lei Shiyi, who rushed to kill unstoppable!

But the most feared thing is not these refining masters, but a young man in white.

The young man walked forward with his hands, every step seemed to be an understatement, but the power he stepped on was comparable to the cultivation of the golden body, and one step could shake the general trend of the rivers and mountains!

The roar of the shaking mountains and rivers was made by this person!

That cold question, subduing countless Thunder Palace monks, was also issued by this person!

He is, Ning Fan!

"Kill him!"

Tens of thousands of Yuan Infant Dead Spirits, with low intelligence, rushed to Ning Fan from the direction behind Ning Fan and attacked Ning Fan regardless of a single qiē.

At this moment, Ning Fan turned his head suddenly, and only one indifferent look pierced the night like cold lightning, falling into the eyes of countless dead spirits, but it made the Yuan Infant Dead Souls with low spiritual intelligence feel trembling in their hearts, and they couldn't help but be afraid.

What a fierce look these are!

What a sea of blood this is!

Don't say that they are just mentally low, even if they are dead creatures without intelligence, they will be afraid of this person's gaze!

"Get out!"

Ning Fan drank it out with a word, and under the huge power comparable to the golden body, that sound wave was cold, but it was more terrifying than the power of any transformation-level magic sound!

A black sound wave came out of Ning Fan's mouth, and under the shock, tens of thousands of babies collapsed and died screaming.

Ning Fan couldn't resist Mo Luo's eyes.

And these yuan babies also couldn't resist Ning Fan's scolding.

Ning Fan is far from being strong, but these Yuan Babies are even weaker.

"Who said that as soon as I Zhou Ming entered the Thunder Palace, I would definitely die!"

Ning Fan's gaze swept towards the Thunder Palace at this moment, and stepped down in one step!

With a huge shock, the sky collapsed, and the Thunder Palace, which stretched for hundreds of miles, collapsed into rubble.

One by one, the gods and the refining of the void appeared, but among these masters, only the centaur king and the ghost were forced to look at by Ning Fan.

When they were forced to look at Ning Fan, the two dignified old monsters, but they both had a chill in their waists, and they sensed an extremely dangerous omen.

Without any time to think, Ning Fan's cloak of deception was added, and he suddenly disappeared.

In the next moment, a strange figure, spanning countless distances, appeared in front of the two without warning.

A sword light is cold, piercing into the horseman Wang Dantian.

A punch slammed out, slamming into the devil's chest.

When the punch came out, the chestplate of the powerful ghost was shattered, he was already seriously injured, his eyes were frightened, and he couldn't see how Ning Fan hid and how he escaped in front of him. He couldn't understand why Ning Fan's power with one punch was stronger than his full blow!

The sword came out, and the ten thousand sword wires were entangled, almost giving the horse man king a chance to think, and hundreds of millions of sword wires had already strangled his primordial gods!

In this one face, Ning Fan directly attacked and faced two voyeurs, but the other party was killed and injured!

"Candle Wind, fight me!"

Ning Fan took one step, and under the pressure of momentum, countless enemy cultivators did not dare to resist, and retreated like a tide.

Even though it was a candle wind, he was deterred by the coercion of Ning Fan and the two of them, and he didn't dare to resist Ning Fan's fierceness, so he took a half step back.

His gaze changed drastically, and the rumored Ning Fan would never have the strength of such an instantaneous killing and instantaneous injury!

"This son is different from what the intelligence describes, why is he so powerful!

Candle Feng's eyes were shocked, and for the first time, he felt a hint of death threat from a half-step refining void!

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