Ning Fan seems to have realized that the word incarnation, that one word, in fact, has many changes.

Some old monsters who are proficient in incarnation supernatural powers can cast the art of transformation, turning into a fly, a flower and a plant, and hiding their bodies.

There are also old monsters that can transform into the body of a fierce beast and gain strength far beyond the body.

Incarnation is actually a kind of physical transformation.

Ning Fan turned his physical body into nothingness, but in fact it was also a change.

But if you only know this kind of change, you can't defeat the incarnation of the young Mozhong.

He took a light breath and took one step, turning into a black-clothed body, his black hair became longer, dancing in the wind, and a demonic pattern appeared on his left.

His expression was indifferent, without a trace of emotion, and his eyes flashed with a hint of sword light.

The nine incarnation changes of the young Mozhong, all of which he couldn't steal.

But Ning Fan had already realized that his incarnation actually possessed a change in itself.

"Is it the incarnation of the combination of divine thoughts and souls, and has cultivated to the realm of self-healing of the incarnation, but if you are not proficient in change, you will be slightly inferior in the supernatural powers!"

The nine giant beasts made indifferent sounds at the same time, and in the next instant, they all launched their strongest attacks.

or spitting flames, or inciting hurricanes, one after another divine powers hit Ning Fan, each of which was comparable to the desperate blow of a monk who asked for nothing.

Ning Fan didn't dodge or dodge, just closed his eyes.

Everything is forgotten in the mind, even the rumors are forgotten. It was as if he was no longer him, but became a sword

"Today, I have clearly understood the art of transformation of my incarnation, and this is the first transformation of my incarnation!"

Laugh at!

At the moment when the Nine Dao attacks were about to be golden, the black mist of Ning Fan's body rolled up, transforming into a black ancient sword hanging high in the sky.

The ancient sword shattered again, shattering into nine black swords, slashing at the nine fierce beasts respectively.

Ning Fan's Ancient Demon Realm improved, and his divine thoughts also improved, and he was on the verge of breaking through the Void Divine Thoughts.

The power of the Nine Black Swords. Although it is slightly inferior to the nine-headed fierce beasts, its momentum is stronger than that of the nine beasts.

Because he converted all his body into a sword, he gave up defense and change, and only the ultimate attack remained, and above these nine swords, there was a momentum that ended up together, which was not comparable to the nine beasts at all.

Rumble!

Attacking and colliding with each other, the nine fierce beasts were stabbed with countless wounds by the sword, and one fierce beast was directly killed.

And none of the nine black swords that Ning Fan had transformed were broken. But there are three stalks full of cracks.

This time, it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

The Nine Swords and Eight Beasts fought together again, and the fluctuations of the collision shook the waves of the sea of blood below.

One fierce beast after another fell, and one after another the black sword shattered.

Nine fierce beasts, in the end, there was only one giant python left, nine black swords, and in the end, only one was unbroken.

The giant python turned into a heavy ink was wrapped around the sword. The python's mouth spewed out clouds of venom, trying to corrupt the black sword.

The black sword does not dodge or dodge, allowing the venom to corrode it, and does not defend at all.

All the essence. All converged on the blade of the sword, and with a sudden slash, the giant python was cut in two!

Burst!

The young ink resigned from the incarnation, his nine incarnations. All of them were destroyed, and the injuries were not light.

Ning Fan only had a remnant sword incarnation left, and he also withdrew from the change slightly. The breath is slightly sluggish.

According to common sense, the incarnation of ink weight should be stronger than Ning Fan's.

But what Ning Fan changed was a sword that only attacked but could not be defended, and under the desperate death, he suppressed the momentum of Mozhong and beheaded the nine incarnations of Mozhong.

Mo Chong's black eyes were solemn, and he asked himself that in the early stage of the barbarian demon, he definitely did not have such a powerful momentum as Ning Fan.

Before the shattering void, he had a smooth journey, there were not many bumps, there were not many opportunities for life and death killing, and his momentum was not as good as Ning Fan's.

Ning Fan has been in the sea of blood for a long time, has a desperate ruthlessness, and incarnates into a giant sword that only attacks but does not defend, which is also in line with his style.

Especially at the last moment, he would rather fight but be seriously injured than kill the giant python, but whenever his sword light is half a little slower, he will be completely dissolved by the venom

"This son is ruthless, not comparable to me back then, but the victory or defeat has not been scored!"

The young man took a light breath, raised his fingers, and golden magic fire was wrapped around his fingers, like a golden wrench.

A finger pointed at Ning Fan, and the wrench shot out, turning into a huge ring of flames, like a giant's ring of fire.

A ring of fire like a heavy fire ring wrapped Ning Fan in the center, totaling one hundred and eight.

Each ring of fire is enough to incinerate the voyeur.

Ten rings of fire, which can be killed.

Hundredfold fire rings, you can kill and rush to the void!

The young man's heavy fingers changed, and his essence merged into the flames, and the power of the golden flames soared, and all the fire rings began to converge towards the center.

"Void Technique, Flame Ring Technique!"

Ning Fan took a deep breath, this flame ring technique was a kind of demonic martial arts technique of the highest grade of mortal void, and among the top grades of mortal illusion, it was a little extraordinary.

With this technique of flame ring, the young man's ink weight can kill ordinary chong void.

If you change to any other Golden Body Second Realm monk, you will definitely not be able to compete with the 108 Heavy Flame Rings!

But Ning Fan is different!

A vortex of flames rose from his palm, and a vast suction force came out of the vortex, and his right eye frantically imitated the magic technique of the young man.

Standing in the midst of the golden flame rings, Ning Fan was unscathed, and the golden flame, swept by Ning Fan's gaze, immediately began to tremble.

The flames were trembling, because in the eyes of the flames, Ning Fan at this moment was the emperor of the fire!

Ning Fan took one step, a sea of fire, and suddenly split into two from the middle, and the art of flame ring was self-defeating!

Urging the technique of fire gathering to the extreme, Ning Fan used the power of the Sun and Moon Monument to suck all the golden flames of the young man's ink into the Yin and Yang Lock.

"This is the ancient fire-gathering technique!Misstep, I didn't expect you to have a yin and yang lock" The young man Mo Zhong recognized this technique, and his brows furrowed deeply.

In the next moment, Ning Fan urged the black fire demon fire, and the nine black dragons and the golden flames fused into one, and with a finger of his backhand, his movements were the same as the ink weight.

"Void Technique, Flame Ring Technique!"

108 Heavy Flame Quit Fire Sea, was returned to Mozhong by Ning Fan.

The other 108 black flame rings were cast by Ning Fan himself.

Surrounded by the 216 Heavy Flame Rings, the young man Mo Chong's eyes were startled, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, waved his palm and scattered several heavy seas of fire, and cast some kind of defensive secret technique, trying to forcibly escape from the sea of fire.

Ning Fan had expected that Mo Zhong would not be able to shake the technique of the Yan Ring, but would choose to retreat.

He slapped his backhand. A sea of fire suddenly turned into a huge fire palm and slapped on the ink heavy vest.

"Void art, three fire palms!"

This fire palm came too suddenly, much beyond Mo Zhong's expectations, and he was caught off guard, and was slapped in the vest by the fire palm, and the injury suddenly worsened.

It was easy to escape from the sea of fire, looking at Ning Fan standing on top of the sea of fire, he felt a little palpitating.

Although he saw that Ning Fan had cultivated the Yin and Yang Transformation, he did not guess that Ning Fan was wearing a Yin and Yang Lock.

The yin and yang locks of the ancient times. It is a rare imperial treasure, which is sealed with the sun and moon tablet, and it can restrain the hot and sunny things in the world.

In the chaos of the past, I don't know how many immortal emperors have died with the sun and moon tablets, and how many masters have been killed.

If Mo Zhong knew the existence of the Yin and Yang Lock, he would definitely not perform the technique of Yan Ring.

However, he couldn't deny that even if he didn't have a Yin Yang Lock, Ning Fan could easily block his attack with the Yan Ring Technique he had stolen.

Ning Fan's fire control technique was extremely exquisite, and he had been tempered in countless alchemies. Far above the weight of the young man's ink.

Playing with fire with Ning Fan is a kind of self-inflicted behavior.

The young man mobilized his essence and suppressed the injury, and his body gradually exuded a trace of imperial momentum.

He was on top of his fists. An imperial aura began to emerge, and the fist could shatter the mountains and rivers.

One step at a time, a punch hooked the incomparable imperial qi, and unleashed the clutches of torture.

This palm Ning Fan had already learned in the second level. It's just that I didn't know that this technique could also be integrated into the imperial qi.

He also drew out an imperial aura in his body and cast the clutches of torture.

Both of them successively cast 108 imperial palm prints, bombarding each other. The young man's body is not weaker than Ning Fan. But after hundreds of rounds, you can't take advantage of the slightest.

The young man Mo Zhong casually released a stream of essence qi, turning into a magic mountain and heading towards Ning Fan's head.

Ning Fan opened and closed his hand, smashed countless demon mountains with his hands, and took one step, and two golden shadows appeared behind him, attacking the ink heavy vest.

The two golden shadows are only a realm of golden bodies, which cannot attract the attention of Mo Chong, and they are bombarded by Mo Chong's means, but they successfully divide Mo Chong's mind.

At the same time, Ning Fan unleashed a murderous demonic power, which distracted Mo Zhong for a moment.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Fan suddenly grabbed Mo Chong's wrist, and his essence was shocked, shattering Mo Chong's wrist bone and arm bone, and abandoning his arm first!

Without giving Mo Zhong a chance to heal his wounds, Ning Fan grabbed it with five fingers, performed the dragon tearing the moon technique, tore off five moonlight rays that fell heavily on Mount Tai from the sky, and grabbed five deep bloodstains on Mo Chong's chest.

Burst!

The young man Mo lost an arm in pain, and was hit in the chest and abdomen again, his injuries were heavy, his spirit was scattered, and he looked at Ning Fan in horror, and his defeat was revealed.

Seeing that Ning Fan didn't give him any respite, he rushed directly, Mo Zhong gritted his teeth, and the amount of artistic conception power was scattered like ocean waves.

"Dawn Seal!"

It was a golden artistic conception, as dazzling as the sun, but the wisps of light were spread out like waves of ink, forming an ocean of light, rolling Ning Fan into the sea of light.

"Artistic conception?"

Ning Fan was slightly surprised, but not surprised.

When the essence is weakened, the ink weight will perform the art of artistic conception to drag Ning Fan's footsteps and restore the essence, which can be regarded as a wise move.

If Ning Fan expected to be correct, the artistic conception of the ink should be the artistic conception of the dawn, a ray of brilliance at dawn.

Immersed in the sea of light, Ning Fan only felt that all his mana and essence could not be mobilized for half a point, and he was slowly being sealed by the sea of light.

The only thing that can be mobilized is the artistic conception of memory.

The artistic conception of Li Guang is quite powerful, at least it is a kind of magic.

But Ning Fan's artistic conception is even more powerful, it is the second step of artistic conception!

Light can turn into darkness, but memories are indelible.

A trace of black cold air flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and in the sea of light in all directions, pieces of black snowflakes suddenly fell.

A trace of the power of reincarnation flashed in his eyes.

In his heart, a wisp of memory and persistence flashed.

That is the determination to freeze everything! If reincarnation takes away Ning Fan's last trace of warmth, then Ning Fan will not regret the frozen reincarnation!

"Wind and snow fingers, frozen reincarnation!"

Zizizizi!

Patches of golden light were frozen.

In an instant, the entire ocean was frozen into a huge black ice!

With Ning Fan's guidance, the sea of light that had been frozen into ice suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

Burst!

The artistic conception technique was broken, and the young man Mo Zhong recognized the sea in pain, took a few steps back, coughed up blood, and half-knelt on the ground, looking at Ning Fan with a frustrated expression.

He, defeated

"Junior, you have passed the third test" (to be continued......