The golden ancient sword disappeared, and at the hilt of the sword, Huang Tingzi's eyes were shocked.

Ning Fan was able to shock a Yuanying Jindan-level monk to death with just his momentum, and this scene made him unbelievable.

The young man in white who was usually unwavering, once he had a murderous intent, was such a terrifying master.

Yang Gu's eyes were fiery, and he admired Shi Zun Ning Fan's methods even more.

"Although Shizun's bone age is young, whether it is Danshu or cultivation, it is the top level in the rain realm. Being able to worship this person as a teacher is really the most correct thing that my Yanggu has done in my life!"

Ning Fan stood on the tip of the golden ancient sword, facing the sunset, his fingers couldn't help pinching the trick, and he controlled the ancient sword to escape.

From time to time, take a pill of not weak quality to moisturize the sea.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the face, with a touch of pale gold. Ning Fan closed his eyes and manipulated the sword with his thoughts, and as time passed, his thoughts gradually adapted to the load of the golden ancient sword.

As the first day passed, the exhaustion of the mind was slightly lessened.

As the second day passed, the weariness of the mind lessened even more.

Day 3 and Day 4

By the fifth day, Ning Fan had completely become accustomed to the speed of the ancient sword, and his divine thoughts were no longer tired, and he was getting closer and closer to breaking through the void divine thoughts.

And Ning Fan at this moment seems to be one with the ancient sword and the human sword

Danzun breathed and healed at the hilt of the sword, occasionally looking up at Ning Fan's back, with a look of amazement and shame in his eyes.

Danzun asked himself that he had seen many people who asked the void and even rushed the void strong, but even if he was a strong person, he couldn't do Ning Fan's step and control the ancient sword so handily.

On this day, the ancient sword traveled to the Blissful Abyss of the Inland Sea.

Blissful Abyss is a well-known and dangerous place in the Inland Sea, which is famous for its many monsters. Millions of miles in the sea area are covered by magnetic fog.

Under the magnetic fog, I don't know how many baby beasts and wild beasts are lurking

This magnetic fog is extremely strange, once the monk enters the range of the magnetic fog, he will increase his magnetic force and make it difficult to walk. The speed of escape is greatly reduced.

"This Blissful Abyss is very dangerous, do you need to take a detour?" Su Yan asked softly.

She naturally didn't worry about Ning Fan's safety, but after all, there were Huang Tingzi, Yang Gu and the injured Danzun on the ancient sword.

If she was besieged by the desolate beasts after entering the magnetic mist, even if she, Mingque, and Ning Fan would not be injured, the other three would not be able to survive.

"Rest assured. ”

Ning Fan only said lightly, and gave Su Yan infinite confidence and dispelled all his concerns.

Under Ning Fan's control, the Golden Ancient Sword rushed straight into the range of the magnetic mist.

Under the interference of the magnetic mist, the speed of the sword was greatly reduced. It's only one-tenth of what it used to be.

Rao is like this, and the speed of the ancient sword flying away is also comparable to that of a voyeur monk.

"Huh, this golden sword is really a good treasure, and it can escape so fast in the magnetic mist. ”

In front of the Golden Ancient Sword, a hoarse old man's voice suddenly sounded.

The old man's voice, with a voyeuristic momentum, immediately alerted everyone on the ancient sword.

"Hand over this golden sword, you can be guaranteed not to die! If you dare to disobey the old man's will, the old man will order the millions of sea beasts of the Bliss Yuan to surround and kill you!"

Roar! Roar!

In the moment when the old man's voice came out. Countless beast roars rang out from all directions, slightly dispersing the magnetic mist.

Ning Fan's eyes were cold, and through the dissipated magnetic fog, he saw the fog in front of him. There was an old man in a red robe standing in the sky, with a gloomy expression, looking at the golden sword and licking his tongue.

The old man has a voyeuristic cultivation and is performing some kind of secret technique. Seems to be able to control all sea beasts in the area.

Under the control of the old man, there were more than a million sea beasts in the sky and the sea, and they surrounded the ancient sword path. The water is impassable.

A beast roar turned into a sound wave, impacting the ancient sword, weakening the ancient sword's speed again, almost stopping in the sky. ，

The ancient sword is just a sword that can't break out of the herd.

The old man licked his tongue, although he was just a voyeuristic monk, but his body of exercises was closely related to demon beasts, and it was an extremely terrifying poisonous skill.

At this moment, there are millions of demon beasts around him, as long as the old man urges the secret method, borrow the demon blood to cast the spell. Then the poisonous skills he performed, even if he was a void old monster, he would have to flee from the wind!

He naturally had the guts to snatch Ning Fan's flying sword.

"The old man counts to three, hand over the flying sword!"

The old man looked at the almost stagnant flying sword, sneering on his lips, but secretly pinched the trick in his sleeve to release the poison, and the colorless and tasteless poison technique was mixed in the magnetic mist and rolled towards the ancient sword. looked like a murderer and grabbed treasures, and he didn't put a sword master in his eyes at all.

"Get out!"

Ning Fan stood on the tip of the sword, his indifferent voice resounded through the Blissful Abyss, and the sound waves of the beast roar of the millions of sea beasts were all suppressed by Ning Fan's voice.

The coercion of the ancestral blood dispersed, and the millions of sea beasts were boiling with demon blood, trembling, and they actually got out of the way one by one, prostrate on the sea, and bowed down to Ning Fan!

Millions of sea beasts were all afraid and surrendered because of Ning Fan's voice!

This scene greatly exceeded the expectations of the red-robed old man, he couldn't imagine that there was someone in the world who could make millions of demon beasts surrender with one sentence!

Losing the obstruction of the beast's roar, the magnetic mist was also diluted, and the ancient sword recovered its previous speed, and rushed straight towards the red-robed old man with incredible speed.

As soon as his eyes met Ning Fanfang's gaze on the tip of the sword, immediately, the old man's vest broke out in a cold sweat, and he only felt that the next moment, it seemed as if he was going to die in the hands of this person!

Damn! What a good murder and treasure grabbing, how did you provoke a bad star!

"Daoyou forgive your sins, the old man has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he doesn't know that Daoyou has great powers, so he tried in vain to snatch the magic weapon of Daoyou, and the old man is the deputy sect master of the Red Demon Sect, and I hope that the Daoist friend will spare me for the sake of my Red Demon Sect."

Before he could say a word, Ning Fan had already raised his hand to sacrifice a golden hand furnace.

The golden furnace grew in the wind, emitting a pale golden ring of spiritual wheel fire, rolling up a monstrous sea of golden fire, drowning the old man.

The old man was terrified, the power of this golden hand furnace was too terrifying, even if it was a weak old monster, it was not easy to take it, he was just a voyeur who played with poison and yin, how could he take it!

Yes!

There was a terrible scream, and the old man was directly burned into ashes by the pale gold fire ring.

Only the original god escaped under the serious injury, and was frightened to death by the power of the golden furnace, and wanted to flee in a hurry.

Ning Fan was sure to take it with his hand, fixed the old man's escape, and then took another shot, grabbed the old man's spirit into his hand, and took back the hand stove.

One hand urged the sword light of the ancient sword, and the other hand indifferently searched for souls and extinguished memories. In the bow of thousands of sea beasts, the ancient sword galloped away from the Bliss Abyss after several flights.

"The Red Demon Sect, the Poison Cloud Nation located in the Eight Hundred Cultivation Country, I didn't expect this Red Demon Sect to also come to the Inland Sea and wade into the troubled waters of the Troll Clan."

Ning Fan searched the old man's memory and swallowed the old man's primordial spirit in one bite.

On top of the ancient sword, Danzun was dumbfounded.

That red-robed old man is a voyeur old monster, just incinerated into ashes by Ning Fan?!

Although he had heard rumors that Ning Fan was an old monster who 'asked Xu', he had also heard that Ning Fan suppressed Lanjiao and killed Wenxu

But hearsay and what you see with your own eyes are completely different concepts!

I saw a high-ranking refining void die in the hands of Ning Fan. This made Danzun's heart difficult to calm down for a long time.

However, Huang Tingzi had seen Ning Fan kill Lian Xuan as early as the last Dandian, but he was not so surprised.

And Ning Fan's cheap apprentice Yang Gu, because Ning Fan killed a refining void, his eyes were excited, where did he look like a five-turn alchemy master.

"That's the Red Demon Sect, you really dare to attack behind this Red Demon Sect, but there is the support of the Broken Void Prince of the Rain Palace. Su Yan raised his forehead and chuckled, Ning Fan's courage is always very big.

"Yes?"

Ning Fan disagreed. Continue to fly with your sword. From the memories of the red-robed old man, Ning Fan learned that the Red Demon Sect was also plotting against him.

In this case, he will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, no matter what kind of background the Red Demon Sect has.

This time. Anyone who wants to make a move against the wind and snow will pay the price!

Laugh at!

The sword light galloped all the way, and Ning Fan had a premonition that the breakthrough of his divine thoughts must be in these few days.

Day 8, Day 9, Day 11. The ancient sword road passes through the sea area of Xuewei.

There are many islands in this area, with more than 100 small islands forming an archipelago, but they lack aura. It is not suitable for cultivation, and generally only passing monks will stay in the islands.

At this moment, on the Blood Latitude Islands, tens of thousands of eight hundred cultivators of the Cultivation Kingdom were gathered, ready to rest here, so they rushed to the Troll Clan to force the Troll Clan to hand over the Wind and Snow Words.

These tens of thousands of Xuan cultivators do not belong to one potential force, but multiple potential forces.

Many Xuan cultivators held their own banners, and the names of their respective sects were written on the banners.

Tianheng Sect, Drunken Moon Sect, Blue Sand Valley

The strength of these sects is all from the Eight Hundred Cultivation Countries.

These powerful sect masters are all just primordial infant gods, and they are all leaders of small sects.

Ning Fan's gaze became colder and colder, and he instantly retracted the ancient sword light.

He still underestimated the allure of Feng Xueyan.

A wind and snow words, a golem slate, actually attracted so many forces to rush to the troll clan, which is not good for wind and snow words

"I heard that within the Troll Clan, there are more than 100 powerful forces, including those from the Inland Sea and 800 from the Cultivation Kingdom. It is said that there are eleven of them who have the power to refine the void! So many forces are forcing the troll clan to hand over the wind and snow words and stone tablets, how dare the troll clan disobey?"

"The old man received news that a huge ring has been built within the troll clan, and it seems that those forces have different opinions and decided to decide the ownership of the stone slab in the form of a competition."

"Hey, I'm waiting for a small sect, and the disciples are not strong in cultivation, and the speed of escape is too slow. I don't know if I will be able to get a piece of the pie when I get to the troll clan. ”

"Hehe, no matter what, I'll wait for more than a hundred powerful forces to do it together, and the troll clan is only a pill powerful force, how can it compete with us!

The sect masters of some sects were deliberating, and their faces suddenly turned shocked, and at this moment, all the Xuan cultivators of the entire Blood Wei Islands were frightened.

Because above the sky, I don't know when, a huge golden flying sword appeared, and on the tip of the flying sword, there was a murderous young man in white.

The young man's cultivation was so high that no one present could see through it!

Ning Fan had murderous intent in his eyes, he was not a person who loved to kill, but so many monks came all the way to the detriment of Feng Xueyan, he naturally would not forgive them.

When he left Dan Island, Ning Fan never expected that there would be so many forces to persecute the Troll Clan.

Refining the potential power of the void, there are eleven other large and small potential forces, and there are more than a hundred. Just what he encountered along the way, there were Barbarian Dao Sects and Red Demon Sects

Even if the troll clan has eight ancestors in charge, it may not be able to keep the wind and snow

The power of the Inland Sea is trying to kill Feng Xueyan, and the power of the eight hundred cultivators has come all the way to fight her idea.

And the eight ancestors of the troll clan, who are in vain as the ancestors of Fengxue Yan, are also beating her idea

"She's just a little mute, she has never hurt anyone, but these people are beating her idea"

Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly. When I opened it again, my eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years.

His gaze swept over the Blood Misty Islands, and he suddenly jumped down from the golden ancient sword and stood in the sky.

Overlooking the more than a hundred islands at his feet, tens of thousands of righteous path cultivators, Ning Fan only had an indelible killing intent in his eyes.

He won't give these people a chance to hurt her!

"Since you want to wade through this troubled water, let's die!"

Rumble!

Ning Fan raised his foot and stepped towards the sky, and the force of one step shattered countless voids, and the force shook towards the sea, instantly sinking an island.

This kick sank an island. I don't know how many Xuan Xiu died at his hands.

"Seniors, seniors spare their lives! Why did the seniors attack us! Seniors, don't kill us, the troll clan has soup to drink, the seniors should have rushed to the troll clan earlier, and together with the Lanling King, the ghost marquis and others, share a piece of the troll clan" Some Xuan Xiu begged for mercy in a hurry, but the words he said angered Ning Fan's murderous intent even more.

Ning Fan was even more murderous, stepping towards the island under his feet step by step.

With each step, an island was sunk. In the vastness of the momentum. All the Xuan cultivators were frightened, and Danzun on top of the ancient sword just sighed and looked at Ning Fan.

Boom! Boom!

Ning Fan stepped like a phantom, and in an instant, he had stepped out of hundreds of steps.

And that more than a hundred islands. They were all sunk, and tens of thousands of Xuan Xiu were killed and injured!

There were also some Yuan Infant Transformation Gods who were lucky not to die, and Ning Fan didn't bother to look at them, just said coldly.

"Get out of the Endless Sea!"

"Yes, yes!" one by one, Xuan Xiu was seriously injured and wanted to die. I was already terrified, and I just wanted to run for my life.

What kind of evil star did they encounter, they could sink an island with a slight lift of their feet. What level of master is this?!Refining the Void Strong!

Ning Fan didn't look at those people, he didn't have time to kill them one by one.

On the tip of the ancient sword, Ning Fan urged the ancient sword, sprinkled tens of millions of immortal jade in one go, and urged the ancient sword to gallop in the direction of the troll clan.

"The righteous sects gathered on the Blood Ray Islands, although they are not very powerful, but many sects have some backgrounds in the rain realm, and your actions will offend many people," Dan Zun sighed.

"So what!"

Ning Fan pushed the sword speed to the extreme, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were as terrifying as a demon abyss.

If the cultivation is to the extreme, and even the people around you can't protect it, then what is the meaning of cultivating this way!

Laugh at!

The golden sword light galloped, and it was only half a day's journey away from the troll clan.

A huge silver boat sensed the collapse of the island in the direction of the Blood Ray Islands and rushed to investigate. On the bow of the silver boat, there stood an old monster of the Void level.

Yinzhou stopped in front of the ancient sword, and saw that the ancient sword was menacing, and the sword operator Ning Fan was full of murderous energy, knowing that the fluctuation just now must have something to do with Ning Fan.

"This fellow Daoist, please put away the flying sword, old man Wu Muhou, I have something to ask Daoist, I don't know what happened to the Xuewei Islands, can you tell the old man one or two" The old man's tone was not salty or light, but it was quite a bit of relying on the old and selling the old.

He is the suzerain of Wuzong, and he is the Wumu Hou of the Rain Palace, and he has friendships with many Chong Xuan and Taixu strong people in the Rain Palace, and he is rampant in the rain world, and the people he meets have always given him some face.

Although the old man saw that Ning Fan's momentum had reached the point of questioning, he did not put Ning Fan too much in his eyes.

In his opinion, Ning Fan would not dare to refuse to ask Ning Fan as his identity.

"I'm not free!, but the deity advises you, the troubled waters of the troll clan are not something you can wade into, don't be afraid of death, come to the troll clan!"

Ning Fan only had one look, but it made Wu Muhou's eyes ache, and the hairs on his body stood up, and he felt a great sense of crisis from Ning Fan, as if Ning Fan could easily kill him. He hurriedly avoided his gaze, how dare he look at Ning Fan's eyes again!

Ning Fan only said a word, but it revealed a monstrous evil aura, I don't know how many voyeurs, asking voids, and even Chong Void Wu Muhou's pupils immediately dilated, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, Ning Fan's evil aura was too terrifying!

Although Wu Muhou is proud and conceited, he loves to rely on others and sell the old, but he is not a fool, and he knows what to say to whom.

In just one moment, Wu Muhou was very sure that the young man in white in front of him was definitely not something he could afford to provoke!

He has seen a lot of old monsters who are too void and too void, but if you talk about the strength of the evil spirit, even if you are too void and too void, no one can match Ning Fan!

In the rain realm, there are probably only the two who can surpass Ning Fan above the evil qi.

Yun Tianjue, not Zhou Lei Huang

And from Ning Fan's words, Wu Muhou even deduced that Ning Fan hurried to the Troll Clan. It's on the side of the trolls.

All those who want to be detrimental to the troll clan will be regarded as enemies by Ning Fan!

The golden ancient sword disappeared at a speed close to shattering, and this scene fell in the eyes of Wu Muhou, which was even more shocking.

"This person, you must not be provoked! In the troll clan, I am afraid that this person will set off a monstrous sea of blood, this troubled water, the old man must not go!"

He was also going to go to the Troll Clan to find an opportunity, but after seeing Ning Fan's earth-shattering aura, he immediately changed his original intention. Ordered the silver boat to be rerouted in the direction of leaving the Endless Sea.

"Master, aren't we going to the Troll Clan? Didn't Master want to fight for the Golem Slab before?" a boy wondered.

"There are some stupid children that we can't afford to mess with. This person is a peerless demon, as long as he has enough time to grow, he will be another person like 'White-clothed Sword God' and 'Thunder Emperor of Buzhou' in the future, and he can't be offended in his life, otherwise he will regret it one day!"

Wu Muhou sighed deeply, still a little afraid in his heart. Personally control the silver boat and hurriedly escaped

At this moment, within the troll clan, the Beiliang Kingdom has been surrounded by countless powerful forces.

Outside the capital of Beiliang Kingdom, a giant jade platform was erected. Yutai is surrounded by onlookers.

Above the jade platform, a huge birdcage was suspended, made of floating stones.

In the birdcage, a young girl is imprisoned. It's a wind and snow

And in the center of the jade platform under the birdcage, there are two monks in the early stage of the transformation of gods, fighting in one place.

The two of them are sometimes too staring. Looking at the birdcage, his eyes are salivating.

"Only the winning sect can obtain the Troll Clan's Golem Slate, as well as Wind and Snow Words!"

A voyeuristic old man with eyes as cold as a snake presides over the fighting method in the ring.

Decide the ownership of the wind and snow and the slate through the ring competition, which is a method decided by more than 100 potential forces!

No one can stop it, not even the trolls!

In the second-class seat below the ring, the troll patriarch Juqing clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes spewing with anger.

His daughter was deceived too much as a prize in a battle!

"Juqing old man, don't be impulsive! You are only half-step refinement, not the opponent of more than 100 powerful forces. When Zhou Ming comes back, he will definitely be able to solve Xue Yan's catastrophe!" Dong Xuan pressed Juqing's arm, and although he persuaded him, his eyes were also very angry.

"Zhou Ming, will he come, one-third of the first-class power in the rain world is here, can it be that Zhou Ming still dare to tear his face with all these power forces, even the eight ancestors don't dare?"

Realizing that he had lost his words and almost revealed the secret of the existence of the Eight Ancestors, Juqing retracted his words again and again, but there was disappointment in his eyes.

Why are the eight ancestors unwilling to help Xue Yan?

As long as the ancestors come forward, the eight refining voids will sit in charge of the troll clan, who would dare to fight the idea of the troll clan

Rumble!

In the ring, there was a sudden violent explosion.

In that explosion, one of the Doufa Transformation Gods was killed alive, and only the Yuan God fled from the jade platform in a hurry.

The other avatar, who was the one who started the explosion, was armed with a fiery red flying sword, which could cause a huge explosion every time he slashed the flying sword. Seeing that the game was won, the man immediately looked up at the birdcage and laughed wildly.

"Feng Xue Yan! It seems that you are going to be owned by our Hundred Swords Sect. The Endless Sea Troll Clan can't protect the patriarch's daughter, but that's it!"

Feng Xueyan lowered his eyelids, couldn't see his expression clearly, and was always silent.

"Hateful!" In the last seat, Xu Qiu Ling's beautiful eyes were worried and cold, she didn't want Feng Xueyan to be injured, but she couldn't save Feng Xueyan, and Yue Lingkong was breaking through the critical juncture of asking for nothing, and she couldn't get out.

Once you get out of the level, you will go crazy and get seriously injured

"Sister Ling, don't worry, the master will definitely come," Burning Wings sighed and comforted.

"Yes, he will definitely come, but I'd rather he didn't come, there are too many enemies here," Xu Qiuling said bitterly.

"Hmph, my inner sea is powerful, is it something you can insult, get out!"

A half-step refining strong sword qi suddenly swept through the jade platform, shaking the wildly laughing god towards the jade platform, coughing up blood.

The wounded god raised his eyes with hatred, and saw an old man in a sword robe standing in the center of the jade platform, with short hair like a halberd, awe-inspiring and mighty.

"Sword Venerable of Sword Island, do you want to stand out for the Troll Clan!" said the injured god through gritted teeth.

"What's the matter!" Sword Venerable's body suddenly exuded a powerful sword intent, sweeping the audience.

The momentum of that sword intent can deter half a step of refinement, just because there is a very faint trace of special sword intent in this sword intent. It was that trace of sword intent that made Jian Zun extremely strong.

"Trapped Immortal Sword Intent!" Many old monsters Huo Ran stood up and looked at Jian Zun, his eyes shocked.

(6000 words) (To be continued......)