Wu Fan couldn't help but smile when he heard the great bald head, and slashed with a knife: "That's a Sanskrit monk, and it's also our human monk, so this knife can be mine." Wu Fan's knife fell, breaking through the miasma layer of his body, cutting off his upper body, a large amount of miasma burst out, the colorful big knife flashed, and all of them were strangled, and the lower half of his body, Wu Fan slashed again, and it was also destroyed. In the end, another golden broadsword appeared, this was the natal broadsword of this miasma king, and Wu Fan immediately accepted it.

Wu Fan flattened the colorful broadsword, touched the blade, the tentacles were cold, those colorful brilliance had never disappeared, Wu Fan touched it, and the colorful light flashed around his hand. This is the breath of seven emotions and six desires emitted by condensing the seven emotions and six desires.

When the rest of the miasma kings appeared, Wu Fan swung the colorful broadsword, killing one by one, and in the end, when there were thirty left, they were already alert. They didn't immediately get close to it, but surrounded Wu Fan, they didn't believe that with the combined power of their Miasma King's combined attack, they would not be able to kill a human monk who didn't seem to have any supernatural powers or any super mana. The power of their combined attack was that the thirty miasma qi formed a miasma aura, and the miasma aura evolved into a miasma balloon, and Wu Fan's whole person was surrounded by it.

Facing these thirty-headed miasma kings, Wu Fan did not have the slightest pressure at the moment. If there is no such colorful broadsword, Wu Fan will feel a little pressure, but it will not be very big, after all, he is now in control of the Heavenly Martial Divine Power Advanced Chapter "Blood Power Sumeru Mustard Seed" Among these miasma kings, it is an invincible existence.

When the thirty-headed miasma king shouted for Wu Fan to die, Wu Fan raised the colorful broadsword and stabbed it violently upwards, but under this stab, he did not break through the miasma balloon. Seeing this, this group of miasma kings couldn't help but cheer. One of the miasma kings said, "Human cultivators are so fragile. ”

"Yes, seeing his helpless and confused eyes, I was quite happy in my heart. The Miasma King said, clasping his nose.

"I think he seems to have two blows, that is, he will come forward to scare people, and just now I was frightened by his sword-wielding momentum. ”

"You're so cowardly, I'll leave the scope of your realm in my hands. ”

"Don't talk about you, how we divide this knife, let's talk about it. "A very decent looking Barrier King.

"Let's have a competition, whoever is the most powerful will ask for this knife, how about it?"

"No, the newly promoted Miasma King doesn't know how to lift at all. If we were to compete now, he would definitely take advantage of it. Therefore, before the knife belongs to whom, we will work together to destroy the soul of Zhan, and then talk about the fate of this knife. ”

"That's right, that's all. ”

"Yes, I agree. ”

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These miasma kings no longer took Wu Fan in their eyes, they believed that as long as after a while, after the miasma sword emanated from the miasma balloon, Wu Fan, a human monk, would definitely die. But how would they know that the colorful aura was driven by Wu Fan's star soul, and after a stab failed, a whirlwind slash, and the colorful light vibrated out, forming a colorful aura of qi waves, with Wu Fan as the center, violently spreading open, and finally, the aura of colorful qi waves broke through the miasma balloon, and then spread at an extremely fast speed, instantly dividing the thirty barrier kings into two halves, these miasma kings could not have imagined that they would be destroyed like this, if, if they trapped Wu Fan, they used their natal broadsword to attack and kill Wu Fan, it would definitely not be this result, but unfortunately, they came here to grab the same seven emotions and six desires as their natal broadsword, who showed it first, the rest of the people will definitely besiege it.

This is cheap Wu Fan, Wu Fan raised his knife, aimed at a barrier spirit king, and destroyed it with one sword. The next one, one sword.

Thirty swords in a row, destroy thirty obstacle spirit kings. Wu Fan didn't expect to end this battle so soon, and he still felt a little unsatisfied. After killing these miasma spirits, the colorful broadsword turned into the original state of the colorful beast, Wu Fan Xing Soul stood on the back of the colorful beast like that, he pointed around, the colorful beast roared, and then instigated six pairs of meat wings, the tail swept, the mouth of the lion roared, and a large amount of miasma emitted after the death of the miasma king was destroyed by the colorful beast and strangled into powder. Forty-four broadswords,

In this way, within the miasma unknown star field, there is only one miasma king left. Wu Fan moved with a thought, the colorful beast turned into a colorful broadsword, and Wu Fan's star soul returned to the purple mansion in the heart of the deity.

Wu Fan held the colorful broadsword and flew towards the Tower of Babel, where Zhang Tianshuai was.

After returning to Zhang Tianshuai's Babel Tower, Wu Fan raised his colorful broadsword, and a burst of colorful light rose to the sky. Moreover, the other forty-five golden broadswords, that is, the natal broadswords of the Miasma King, were also driven in the air by Wu Fan.

Wu Fan believed that a smart person like Zhan Ling would come immediately. Zhan Ling was naturally coming, he was afraid to come but had to come.

Wu Fan stood on the top of the Tower of Babel, in this miasma star field, he existed like a god, and in his hand, he held a colorful broadsword that could easily kill the miasma king, and he was more like the judge of this miasma star field.

Zhan Ling flew in front of Wu Fan, and immediately knelt down and said, "The lord is wise and martial!" Behind him, there are a thousand obstacle spirit commanders, millions of miasma spirit generals, and at the same time kneeling in the air: "The ancestor is wise and powerful, the power is incomparable, and he dominates the miasma star field, and the world is invincible!"

"The ancestors are wise and powerful, mighty and incomparable, unifying the miasma star field, invincible in the world!"

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This sentence was repeated over and over again, and the shouting shook the sky, as long as Wu Fan didn't shout to stop, they wouldn't stop. Wu Fan raised his hand and shouted: "Wu, I have no intention of unification, and I don't want to be your ancestor." Follow your king, and take the spirit as the ruler. What Wu wants is just to come and go freely in this star field, and no one can stop me, and I can enter the Tower of Babel if I want to, and no one can stop me. As for the matter of calling you around, Wu is not interested, unless I have a need. I believe that you don't like me, a human monk, to direct you in this star field that belongs to your heaven and earth. Zhan Ling, come with me!"

Wu Fan's voice spread thousands of miles away, completely overshadowing this sentence "The ancestors are wise and powerful, mighty, unifying the miasma star field, invincible in the world!" Wu Fan collected the colorful broadsword, collected the golden broadsword, and then went to the Tower of Babel.

All the miasma handsome spirit handsome spirit barrier spirits will stop immediately, and Zhan Ling also honestly followed Wu Fan into the top of the Tower of Babel, in that hall, Wu Fan said to Zhan Ling: "Where is your golden sword?"

Zhan Ling showed the golden broadsword, and Wu Fan took it as soon as he reached out and couldn't help but say: "Your miasma king's natal broadsword is also refined by the Sanskrit monk?"

"The rumor is this. Zhan Ling looked at the colorful broadsword in Wu Fan's hand, his whole body was uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to move indiscriminately, the pressure was huge.

Wu Fan said: "Zhan Ling, I wanted to completely control you, but in your heart, you don't want to be my slave." I know all this. However, if you have the intention of killing me, I will not assume that this does not exist. Now, all the rest of the Miasma Kings have been killed by me. This is completely beyond some of the agreements we had when we first met. ”

"Yes, my lord. Zhan Ling trembled, he was very afraid of Wu Fan's slash at the moment, he knew very well that the colorful big knife in Wu Fan's hand was the absolute nemesis of the miasma, and when he saw it, he felt that he was about to die.

"You can't imagine why I was able to kill more than forty Barrier Kings so quickly. Wu Fan sneered.

"Yes, my lord, I didn't think of it. Zhan Ling said in a low voice.