"Okay, well, then do you know when the Immortal Master will come?" the emperor said tremblingly, his words terrified to the extreme. As an emperor with great power in his hands, above tens of thousands of people, nothing frightens him more than death.

Above the sky, the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and looked straight ahead, his gaze without waves. Even if the earth below diffused a strong smell of blood, it was difficult to make him change his expression in the slightest. From beginning to end, he was extremely indifferent, even if he killed thousands of people with a wave of his hand, it was difficult to leave any trace in his heart. Only, in Fang Cai, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt the death of the incarnation.

His gaze slowly turned to the majestic palace above the earth below.

Zhao Jiu, Zheng Fang was busy running internal forces, his muscles were tense, and he looked ready for battle. And many ministers were trembling, and in their eyes, that gaze was like a god and a demon, ruthlessly sweeping the heavens and the earth, taking away all life. As far as the eye can see, all that remains is desolation and ruin.

However, the middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the ants, but only the wood residue left behind by the broken wood carving. It seems that in his opinion, that pile of residue is also more worthy of attention than the dozens of people below.

After a few breaths, he seemed to feel something, and suddenly he raised his head and looked out into the endless sky. After a while, he slowly spoke to a flowing cloud: "You, here." ”

Inside the Royal Palace

Dozens of people were shocked when they heard this, and Zhao Jiu, Zheng Fang, and Fuhuai showed a touch of joy in their eyes. Because, just as the middle-aged monk's voice fell, Luo Yuan walked slowly. With each step, his figure flickered, and he traveled miles.

"I'm here to kill you, aren't you going to run away?" Luo Yuan said indifferently, as if he was telling an insignificant matter.

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he couldn't help but show a slightly strange look on his face: "Shouldn't this be what the deity said to you?

Luo Yuan looked at this person levelly, still indifferent: "If the incarnation falls, you will be counterattacked, how can the injured body compete with me?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head: "You are only a half-step transformation realm, and you don't know what happened to the deity in the place of the doppelganger. However, no matter how much you defy the sky, how can you resist the middle stage of the Transformation Gods. ”

When Luo Yuan heard this, he nodded: "What you said does make some sense, but I'm afraid this matter is beyond your expectations." As soon as Luo Yuan spoke, an ink-colored light suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and then turned into an ink-colored figure, holding a long sword and stabbing the middle-aged monk's face.

"Humph", the middle-aged monk suddenly felt a heartbeat, and immediately made a mistake and retreated dozens of miles away. It's just that after his body was revealed, there was an undetectable blood spot above his eyebrows. His eyes were full of surprise, and after a mouthful of blood spurted out, he put his hands behind his back again, as if he didn't care about his injuries.

"I haven't yet reached the incarnation, but I have already cultivated a clone, and this doppelganger is in the early stage of the incarnation, and it is a sword cultivator. Tut-tut, you are really not simple, no wonder you dare to speak wildly in front of the deity. The middle-aged monk nodded, and there was a hint of appreciation in his expression when he looked at Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan didn't know about this, although he knew that one blow could not kill the other party, but he still felt a trace of pity: "I can hurt you with a sword, and you can only temporarily suppress the injury of the incarnation falling back." You won't be my opponent, and if you still want to die, then make a move. ”

"Oh, junior boy, although it is normal for people to be young and frivolous, you are inevitably too crazy. The deity Xiao Jietian, it is time for you to know whose hands you died in. Xiao Juetian said lightly, and then pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a picture scroll suddenly appeared in his palm. His mana worked, and he gently opened the scroll. In an instant, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the sky was thundering and lightning, and then the wind and clouds reversed, turning into a tornado that was absorbed in the scroll.

After only three breaths, a dragon roar came from the picture scroll, and then an ink-colored dragon leaped up and circled in the sky. The dragon swallows the clouds and spits out the mist, and the dragon's body seems to contain infinite power, and every scale and armor has the power to divide the heavens and the earth.

Luo Yuan looked at the blue dragon and felt a momentum in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods. Immediately, his brows furrowed slightly, and with one step, he jumped three hundred miles upward.

"Go", Xiao Juetian painted a scroll, Canglong let out a long groan, and then jumped up and chased Luo Yuan away. As for Xiao Juetian's deity, he also stepped out and rose to the sky.

Thousands of zhang in the air, the ink-colored Canglong rushed straight towards Luo Yuan, his body slashed, and even the space showed traces of Dao, as if it was difficult to withstand the strong force in his body.

Luo Yuan separated the body of the desert stream and distracted the gods, and the deity went towards the Xiao Peerless Heaven.

As soon as Mo Liu's distracted body came out, he looked at Canglong with an indifferent expression, but he raised a finger from afar, and under one finger, it was as if there were ten thousand swords ringing in unison, resounding through the sky, and the edge was revealed. A seemingly random finger has the power to cut off heaven and earth, kill all things, and be irresistible.

The dragon roared, spewing out an inky dragon breath from its mouth, carrying a strange power that was cool and scorching. If this breath of dragon breath fell below, it would be enough to extinguish the vitality of a hundred miles in a radius, and even if it was a Yuan Infant Cultivator, it would be difficult for him to retreat with his whole body. However, it was facing Luo Yuan, who was distracted by the indifference.

The body of Mo Liu's distraction is different from ordinary incarnations, and he is also the real Luo Yuan. He is the other side of Luo Yuan, which is the condensation of Luo Yuan's pure killing, coldness, and sword intent. Whether it is in killing or killing heart, it far surpasses the deity.

When the two met, the sword light that came out easily cut the dragon's breath in half, and the inky dragon's breath fell from the sky to the earth, but it was abruptly annihilated in mid-air.

"Your means are extraordinary, and you are not unknown. Reporting your name, the deity is becoming more and more interested in who you are learning from. Half-step transformation into a god, but with a sword cultivation clone of the realm of transformation into a god, he must be an immortal talent. Xiao Juetian still looked light-hearted, even if the ink-colored dragon fell downwind, he was indifferent.

When Luo Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but hook a smile on the corner of his mouth: "My name is Luo Yuan." ”

When Xiao Juetian heard this, his pupils immediately dilated suddenly, and then his hands on his back suddenly clenched into fists. Today, the word "Luo Yuan" can be said to have resounded through the boundless sea, and he swept away the Extreme Hades Palace with his own strength and killed the four supremes. What kind of existence is in the Extreme Hades Palace, not to mention how strong the four supremes are, the essence of the palace alone is terrifying.

The seven-headed golden dragon took off, and the momentum should have been very vast, but under the suppression of the coercion of the palm print heaven and earth, there was no momentum at all, and it seemed insignificant.

But seeing the palm print fall fiercely, it was pressed down with the momentum of the sky collapse, and the seven thousand-foot-long dragons immediately shattered one after another, leaving only a terrible wail echoing between heaven and earth.

The sevenfold palm power of the Heavenly Seal was only one weight collapsed by the seven heads, and there were still six times!

The seven golden annihilation dragons that Chen Xiao was proud of should have been enough to overwhelm Du Zhen at the same level, but it was difficult to stop the power of Ning Fan's palm.

In the next moment, the palm print fell heavily on the fighting field!

Chen Xiao's eyes were shocked, and before he could let out a muffled snort, his figure was already submerged in the hunting palm wind, and his life and death were unknown.

With Chen Xiao's foothold as the center, the entire Doufa Field was swept by the palm wind, and immediately collapsed and began to shatter.

On the high platform on all sides, there were immediately four old monsters in the early stage of Duzhen's eyes, and they flew up, each holding the side of the inner perimeter of the fighting field.

The duty of the four of them is to prevent the fluctuations of the fighting method from spreading outward and affecting the monks in the audience.

Almost at the same moment, the four of them sacrificed their magic weapons together, and before the palm wind collapsed, they could open the enchantment.

That enchantment fused the mana of four people, and almost none of the supernatural powers in the early stage of Duzhen could blast through the enchantment.

But as soon as the palm wind swept away, countless cracks immediately appeared in the enchantment, and after a breath, it immediately collapsed, and the sound was like thunder.

With the collapse of the enchantment, the acquired Nirvana Immortal Treasure sacrificed by the four people was shattered into countless powders by the palm wind at the same time.

The residual power of the palm wind has not yet dissipated, and there is still four palm powers, and it struck hard in all directions again, immediately shaking the four Duzhen to the point of severe pain in their chests, vomiting blood and flying backwards, their eyes were shocked.

The four Duzhen joined forces in the early days, but they could only suppress the residual power of the palm print!

The wind gradually subsided, and the smoke and dust finally dissipated little by little.

At this moment, the fighting field has completely turned into a ruin, and on the collapsed field, there is a huge palm print deeply recessed.

Ning Fan was standing at one end of the palm print, and at the other end, there was a corpse lying in a pool of blood, it was Chen Xiao's corpse.

At this moment, Chen Xiao's entire body has been slapped into meat paste by palm prints. Even his primordial god was directly annihilated in that palm print!

Chen Xiao before clamored to slap Ning Fan, but in the end, he brought humiliation on himself and was slapped to death by Ning Fan!

There is no need for Jinyang's physique to supplement the spirit of the Sun and Moon Tablet, and there is no need for Chen Xiao's Yuan God to perform the Divine Bombardment Technique, Ning Fan only needs Chen Xiao to die without a complete corpse, and in this scene, he will set up a demonic might!

Hiss!

The fighting arena was raised on all sides, and there were immediately countless sounds of inhaling cold air [147 novels update fast], and there were countless exclamations of old monsters, which sounded at this moment.

"Hey, who is this person, just relying on the peak cultivation of the Ghost Xuan, he actually displayed such a terrifying palm print, killing Chen Xiao with one palm, and at the same time repelling four powerhouses of the True Realm!"

"It's him! He's the Thousand Autumn Demon Lord—Ning Fan! He's the descendant of the Divine Bombardment Technique! He's the disciple of the Killing Hall who swept through the East Tianjiao last time!"

"It's actually the Thousand Autumn Demon Lord, isn't the Thousand Autumn Demon Lord of the Killing Hall only the first step of cultivation, when did he advance to the second step?"

"It turns out that he is the Demon Lord of the Thousand Autumns... The old man has heard some rumors, saying that this Qianqiu Demon Lord has become a guest of the Luo family, and has even won a place for the Luo family's tomb keeper. The eighth person who was absent from the Luo family before must be him. He came today, naturally, to participate in the tomb competition. ”

Even some people who knew Ning Fan well were also shocked by Ning Fan's strength.

The beautiful eyes of the little demon girl were slightly startled at first, and then brilliant.

"Xiao Fanfan's palm print is powerful again, the last time he slapped Xu Nian, this time, it was Chen Xiao..."She muttered to herself in her heart.

At the end of the Eastern Heaven Rebellion, Ning Fan had just broken through to the middle stage of the Ghost Xuan, and it had only been more than ten years, and Ning Fan had advanced to two levels in a row, and had cultivated to the peak realm of the Ghost Xuan... With this cultivation speed, the little demon girl is ashamed of herself. The former Yue Guo teenager has long been in a position where she must look up.

Scenes of the past came to mind, and the little demon girl suddenly grinned, but this smile went straight to the bottom of her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes with a smile, stretched her smooth soft palm into her sleeve, and gently stroked the information jade Jane, and her heart lake gently rippled.

This information jade Jane, after the first **** comparison, I will hand it over to him... Hope it works for him.

Li Xiaoxiao put down the Eight Treasure Cake, stood up suddenly, pointed at Ning Fan, and said excitedly to Yan Rong on the side,

"Look! Xiao Rongrong, he is my love saint brother! Look, he blew up Chen Pao with one palm! He is not powerful! Handsome or not!"

To be honest, Li Xiaoxiao himself was also surprised by Ning Fan's strength.

And at this moment, Yan Rong had already opened her mouth and couldn't close her mouth in shock.

She couldn't have imagined that the love saint brother who was talking about the little **** was actually a ghost who could kill the early stage of Duzhen with one palm...

And Chen Xiao, who she is optimistic about in every way, is not Ning Fan's enemy at all...

"The world... How could there be such a powerful ghost mystery..."Yan Rong's face turned slightly pale, and she was frightened by Ning Fan's palm.

Ning Fan quietly held a storage bag in his hand, and the storage bag was Chen Xiao's relic.

Ning Fan didn't care about everyone's discussions, his eyes swept the Luo family's tomb guards outside the venue, and suddenly walked towards the outside of the venue, and handed Chen Xiao's storage bag to Wang Meng and Luo Xuan.

"Take it. ”

Simple words, without any superfluous words, but listening to Wang Meng's ears, it immediately turned into blood and surged into his heart, for the first time in his life, he looked at Ning Fan with a heartfelt expression, and bowed to Ning Fan.

"Thank you!"

Luo Xuan's beautiful eyes were also moistened at this moment, and when she looked at Ning Fan again, she gradually brought an inexplicable mood...

Luo Xuan and Wang Meng both understood that Ning Fan gave them this storage bag just to return one of the headless corpses.

The owner of the corpse, named Luo Huan, and both of him, have a lot of affection in it.

Luo Xuan took the storage bag, held it in his heart, had mixed feelings for a while, bit his teeth, and whispered to Ning Fan,

"Today's kindness, I will remember, and tomorrow will be reciprocated..."

"Not necessarily. ”

Ning Fan just said lightly, but turned around and returned to the center of the fighting field, and hugged his fists slightly in the direction of Zhao Mengde,

"Ning Fan, the tomb keeper of the Luo family, come to the competition!"

After speaking, his eyes turned to the Chen family's seat, and said coldly,

"Chen Xiao is dead, the next Chen family tomb keeper will fight with Ning Mou!"

The entire Dharma Arena was on all sides of the platform, and it was still as silent as death at the moment, and most of the old monsters were still shocked by Ning Fan's sudden appearance, and they were still immersed in Ning Fan's powerful palm print that killed Chen Xiao, and they did not come back to their senses.

The monks of the Chen family, when they saw Ning Fan's gaze swept over, they all had a chilling feeling.

Chen Xuan was the only one, with the fire of hatred burning in his eyes, staring at Ning Fan deadly.

He hated to immediately step forward and slap Ning Fan to avenge his child, but instead, the six ancestors of the Luo family blocked him in front of him, blocking his way...