Nanchen didn't have any choice, even if he didn't hesitate to fight with the Immortal Monarch, he would never let them take Fan Bai away, that immortal spirit was already imprisoned in Fan Bai's soul, and if they took it away, there was only one way to die.

Xianjun didn't want to fight with a person from the mortal realm, not only did he feel that he had lost his identity, but the key was the reverse scale sword, although the mortal world was vulnerable to him, if there was a mistake and was injured by the reverse scale sword, wouldn't it become a joke for others.

That wisp of immortal spirit is a distraction for the person pursued by the immortal monarch, and it is also a distraction for the boss's daughter, now is the opportunity to give him a performance, how could he give up, only let Yun Ka and Wu Suo try Nanchen's ability first.

"Yunka, Wusuo, you two work together to take down this kid. "The intention of the white-shirted immortal monarch is obvious, let the two of them work together to entangle Nanchen first, and wait for the opportunity to find an opportunity to win or lose.

"Nanchen, be careful of that white-shirted immortal monarch, he looks a little treacherous when he looks at it, to prevent him from taking the opportunity to sneak attack. Yang Lin reminded Nanchen with a blue stone in his hand.

"Thank you, brother! He then looked at the four ghosts, "Four ghosts! Even if you die today, you have to protect Fan Bai, understand?"

"Master, understand! We're going to get out today!" the four of them walked to Fan Bai's side and waited for the battle.

At this time, the lancet slashed horizontally, Yun Ka and Wusuo shot, that strength seemed to give Nanchen a dismount, Nanchen also unceremoniously shot hard enough, and swung his sword directly to meet it.

The reverse scale sword under the blessing of true power is like a wandering silver dragon, the scale blade is cold, the edge is exposed, and the piercing sound of the sword impact of the "bell" fills the inside and outside of the Jiao cave.

Nanchen didn't follow the rhythm of the two of them, he waved his palm and slashed at the grinning Yunka, and at the same time threw the reverse scale sword through the fog rope, they also wanted to adjust the rhythm to attack again, but they didn't expect Nanchen to shoot continuously, which caught them a little off guard.

Yun Ka saw that the strong palm was splitting and could only rush to fight, and directly used the knife to resist the menacing palm, the corner of Nanchen's mouth curled up and shouted, attacked by Nanchen's divine soul, Yun Ka's divine soul was stunned, and in an instant, Yun Ka's hand holding the knife was held by one hand and wiped away from his neck.

"Poof!" In an instant, Yun Ka's newly awake head hit the ground, and Nanchen swept towards the fog rope as he swept out the chaotic qi covering his head.

At this time, the fog rope was entangled with the reverse scale sword, he swung his knife and slashed at the reverse scale sword's turn to kill, suddenly he thought that this was a soft sword, and the two ends of the sword would hurt himself if he cut it down, but it was too late to take it back, and the "bell" sounded, and the sword body was connected under the impact of the lancet.

The dragon's whip-like sword body entwined the neck of the fog rope with the lancet, and a figure swept by, holding the hilt of the sword, and with a "boom", another human head fell to the ground, wrapped in a cloud of chaotic qi, and everyone screamed in a riot.

Nanchen felt a chill in his back, and a powerful murderous aura enveloped his whole body, he hadn't encountered such a force for a long time, and he couldn't allow him to think too much, the coffin divine power instantly opened and closed "shooting", Nanchen launched a divine soul attack again, and at the same time swung his sword out, a sharp pain struck, and the coffin divine power was shaken.

With a "bang", the two forces collided together, and Nanchen's figure fell heavily to the ground like a projectile, "cough!" A mouthful of blood coughed out, "vomited blood!" A scene that everyone was worried about finally appeared.

"Brother!" Nan Yueling ran over and grabbed his shoulders, wiping the blood stains on the corners of Nanchen's mouth with his sleeve, "Brother, sister is timid, don't scare sister!"

The white-shirted Immortal Monarch took a few steps back, poked his body on the ground with a long sword, and kneaded it with one hand on his forehead, his face looked a little painful, and Nanchen's instantaneous divine attack also caused him a heavy blow.

"The little mortal realm survives, there is such a miraculous power, even if you are a genius in the mortal realm, today this monarch will take your life to avoid rebellion in the future. He shook his head to cheer himself up.

At this time, the white-shirted Xianjun dragged his long sword and stared at Nanchen coming, the tip of the sword "swished" on the ground, leaving a long sword mark, "whoosh" a piece of bluestone was thrown, he didn't even look at it, the bluestone burst out of the gravel, and Yang Lin who wanted to throw the stone again.

At this time, Lao Pang held the "Pull Constantly" with Ning Kang and the four ghosts in front of Nanchen, even if they died, they didn't want Xianjun to succeed easily.

Nanchen gradually regained consciousness and saw the scene in front of him, which happened in the Nanshan Gorge four hundred years ago.

He thought of his mother Zhou Huanzi, the soul spirit who shattered the coffin, and Ling Qingyao, who boiled white into a phantom, Xiaobai, who shared the hardships with him, and Uncle Teng, Uncle Qi.

Nanchen struggled to stand up, he would never let the tragedy happen again, he stood up with Nan Yueling's support, "Sister, let everyone go to the back, the four ghosts will help you escape." ”

"Nanchen, you can't fight him anymore, then you will die!" Nan Yueling wiped her tears and persuaded Nanchen, although she also knew that even if she didn't resist, the Immortal Monarch would not let them go.

Nanchen held on to the pain in his soul and body, "Sister, do you still want Nanchen to go home?" I promised him that he would do it, listen to me!"

Nan Yueling still didn't let go of his arm, "Sister doesn't listen! Both of them are my own brothers, I don't listen!" Yueling's stubborn temper came up.

"Sister! If I choose to escape, the two younger brothers will not be able to keep it, be obedient! Persuade everyone to go to the back, the remaining four ghosts know what to do, I promise you both to be fine!"

"Really, Nanchen, you have never deceived my sister, don't set a precedent here, sister listens to you! If you lie to your sister, even if they take me away, I will not leave. ”

"A word is a certainty!" Nan Chen's mouth curled and scratched Nan Yueling's crying nose.

Under Nan Yueling's repeated persuasion, although everyone didn't understand Nanchen's intentions, they thought that they were also hitting the stone with an egg, at most they let the murderous Immortal Monarch squander a move, and finally retreated to the rear according to Nanchen's intentions.

They didn't know what else Nanchen could do to redeem the seriously injured Nanchen in the face of defeat at this time, and everyone was not afraid of being killed, but worried about being abused.

Nanchen stared at the murderous Immortal Monarch, he forcibly operated the dantian, and the chaotic qi gathered in the six heartstrings, along with the improvement of his strength, forcing the corners of his mouth to keep overflowing with blood, he had to gather a large amount of true qi to urge the Great Dao Exercises.

"What? If you want to fight against Ben Jun, you really can't beat the stone with an egg, Ben Jun first cut off your limbs and then cut your body, so as to wash the blood and revenge for the dead brother. As soon as the words fell, the long sword slashed straight into the air.

Nanchen silently recited the decision in his sleeve, and with a wave of one arm of the six-colored heartstrings, the gathered chaotic qi exploded instantly, forming a scene of red vortex with thousands of scale blades flying out, like a hurricane of scale blades wrapped in red long sleeves.

The huge devouring force swept away, spun the unprepared Divine Monarch into the air, and a thousand scale blades twisted his body, and the scream of the Immortal Monarch wolf was heard.

At this time, Nanchen Dantian's gossip totem rotated rapidly, and a large amount of chaotic qi was extracted by the six heartstrings, blessing that scene of the red hurricane devouring, the immortal monarch had already rotated to the red hurricane mouth, and just when the cuff was swallowed, with a "poof", Nanchen spewed out a thick blood stasis.

Although the yin and yang gossip in his dantian was entrenched by silverfish, and a steady stream of chaotic essence was born, but when he used the technique of Qiankun in his sleeve, he instantly consumed too much true qi, causing his dantian essence to quickly dry up.

Nanchen's body curled up in pain, the scales flowed back, the red hurricane disappeared, and with a "snap", the ragged Xianjun fell to the ground, the countless knives on his body were oozing blood, and his long hair was fluffy and uneven, sticking to the hideous blood stains on his face, which was extremely terrifying.

When everyone saw the terrifying scene that happened just now, no one knew what kind of ability Nanchen used, he actually had such terrifying power, could it be that he still had the spell of the Wind God?

Nanchen's curled up body kept twitching, Yue Ling, Yang Lin, and Ning Kang hurried over to support him, Nan Qianru hugged Fan Bai with her eyes closed, tears dripped down her cheeks on Fan Bai's face, she couldn't bear to see a scene in Nanchen's spasmodic convulsions.

"You demon, I'll fight with you!" Xu Zhong snatched the "pull" from Lao Pang's hand and ran towards Xianjun, "Don't..."

"Dad!" Nan Yueling hugged Nanchen and cried in the direction that Xu Zhong threw out, at this time, Yang Lin and Ning Kang hurriedly went to support Xu Zhong, perhaps because of the broken ribs, his breathing seemed laborious.

Ning Kang picked up the "constant pulling" and looked at the hideous Xianjun with a resentful face, his anger made him completely lose his mind, and when he was about to rush out, he asked the old Pang who had been on guard to pull his sleeve.

"You're going to be that angry with the Immortal Demon in the past!, understand?" Lao Pang reminded the apprentice to calm him down, at least the current Immortal Jun was busy cleaning his wounds.

At this time, Xianjun's face was overflowing with blood, and the blood from the wound at the eyebrow bone was constantly overflowing, sticking to his eyes, and he used immortal magic to treat injuries large and small all over his body, although it was not a major injury, dozens of knife wounds were enough for him to be uncomfortable.

He didn't know what kind of evil technique Nanchen used, it was so terrifying, but he could feel that Nanchen forcibly ran this exercise, and he didn't reach the ability to perform the exercise, otherwise he would have been overturned by this kid just now.

Causing such a remnant to the immortal monarch, it is also Nanchen in the cave under the pupil stream, thanks to the creation of thousands of yin and yang silverfish, the ancient yin and yang fish eyes converge into the gossip totem, and the silverfish swim in the totem, which inevitably makes the unexpected Xianjun think that it is evil magic.

With the slow growth of the dantian chaotic essence, Nanchen's symptoms of convulsions were somewhat relieved, and he had a new understanding of the technique of forcibly casting the Qiankun in his sleeve, the exercise was good, but it was too extravagant, and his own creation ability was not enough, and he almost lost his life when he forcibly operated.

Seeing Nanchen gradually regain consciousness, everyone was instantly relieved, although the threat still existed, at least everyone was still alive.

Seeing everyone gathered around, I was embarrassed to pill on my sister's shoulder. He looked at the immortal monarch who closed his eyes and recuperated, and the embarrassed appearance of the knife made Nanchen feel a little comforted.

This Immortal Monarch's strength is too strong, whether it is from the magic power or spells, it is too much higher than himself, he is not the opponent of the Immortal Monarch at all, Nanchen's divine power has not yet recovered, if it is not for the protection of the coffin, his soul god will be eaten by the Immortal Monarch.

Nanchen thought about how to let them escape, if they continued to be blocked here, the consequences would be unimaginable, he frowned and racked his brains to think of countermeasures.

At this time, the recovery of Xianjun's injuries is almost complete, and it is worthy of the art of immortal magic, "A group of rabble who don't know what to do, Benjun will send you to hell together." Immortal Jun's hateful eyes were murderous.

Nanchen, who was at a loss, heard Xianjun's words, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking that what Xianjun said was also right, he still had a pass token to the underworld, and he could go directly to the underworld from here.

This thought made Nanchen have a bottom in his heart, he didn't believe that this immortal monarch could enter the underworld with them, ordinary immortals rarely went to the underworld, and felt that the underworld was too bad, I hope this white-shirted immortal monarch also has this quirk.

He whispered to the Charm for a while, and by the way, asked him to take away the heads of Yunka and Wusuo, and then the four ghosts whispered to each other, these actions were thought by the Immortal Monarch that they were going to fight back together, and a disdainful expression appeared on his face.