At first, it was the smell of fat powder that permeated the world, not heavy, as light as flowing water, but with a hint of tempting sweetness.

Then, there was a rain of flowers between heaven and earth for no reason, and the pink and white petals fell, I don't know what kind of flowers they were, and there was a kind of poignancy that floated away.

The eyeball monster's breathing suddenly became heavy, and I really don't know what organ he uses to breathe.

"Four generations of barbarian god Xizi painting, the most beautiful god in the history of the ancient barbarian world! I can't imagine that the old man can really see this legendary beauty, good, good!"

In the cries of strange chickens in the eyes, a phantom of an ancient city slowly appeared in the sky.

It was a very dilapidated city, the city was in flames, and the long streets were full of corpses.

In the center of the city, there was an ancient royal palace, which was collapsing little by little in the firelight.

In the sky above the palace, a large area of divine light began to emerge, and in those divine lights, a female phantom wearing a light pink light veil slowly appeared.

She landed outside the palace, stood under a cherry tree, and watched the palace collapse in the flames of war, silent.

Beneath the light veil, her beautiful curves loom. She raised her wrist, her slender hand, so white that it didn't match the fire of war around her.

She gently brushed her sideburns, and there was an indescribable style in her demeanor, and there was an indescribable sadness.

Her appearance is very beautiful, like a picture scroll of quiet old age, but there is a trace of indescribable sadness in her black jewel-like eyes.

That is the desolation that only the people who have lost their country can have.

In her chest, there was a broken sword stained with blood and rust, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound.

Those blood made her originally clean and dirty, but it added a poignant beauty.

She is a shadow of mountains and seas left by four generations of barbarian gods, and her body has long since died

This war, this fallen palace. This broken sword, this blood, is exactly the scene before she died

As soon as Ning Fan jumped to the bottom of the lake, the immortal power in the lake water immediately poured into his body, guarding against the impending eighth loss.

The visions of the outside world did not hide from Ning Fan's divine thoughts. The four generations of barbarian gods are indeed very beautiful, but it is not enough to say that the beauty of the heavens and the earth is discolored, and the sun and the moon are dull.

But the sorrow and grief on her body are very touching.

"The front is convex and backward, and it is really the old man's favorite beauty! If you can look at this woman, even if the old man dies at this moment, it will not be in vain! Hey, hey, hey, hey" The eyeballs looked like, staring at the sky stupidly, drooling, and already turning a blind eye to what happened in the outside world.

He had been completely captivated by the beauty of the four generations of barbarian gods, and he was stunned and deeply sunk. Can't help yourself.

Not only the eyeball monster, but even Ning Fan in the lake gradually had a feeling of being unable to extricate himself, and his eyes were suddenly startled.

made Ning Fan feel unable to extricate himself. It's not a woman's beauty, but a charm that is almost outrageous.

These four generations of barbarian gods have cultivated the way of charm! Her beauty may not be enough to impress Ning Fan's Dao heart. But the power of charm she cultivated was enough to make the vast majority of men in heaven and earth lose their minds.

It is the rules of the Heavenly Dao Law, as if they want to bow down under her skirt. The direction of the flow has shifted, forming a looming ring around her back.

Like the Ring of the First Saint!

The four generations of barbarian gods are not the First Saints, but their charm is strong enough to charm the Great Dao, so that the Great Dao willingly disobeys the rules and shapes the Ring of the First Saint for her, even if she is not the First Saint

"In the world, there are people who can cultivate charm to this point, and even the Great Dao can be charming!"

Ning Fan was secretly shocked in his heart, the yin and yang locks in the dantian continued to transmit cool power, so that he did not sink into the boundless charm of the four generations of barbarian gods.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a descendant of the ancient times, with a yin and yang lock, I am afraid that he would be like a monster with eyes, drooling and smirking at this woman, and I am afraid that he would be like the Great Dao of the Heavens, completely sinking in front of this woman.

Between heaven and earth, there is such a charm cultivation, it is really terrifying.

"Since the fall of the barbarian kingdom, few people have been able to cross all the way to the eighth loss"

The voice of the four generations of barbarian gods is very good, and there is a delicate and sweet feeling, but there is a sadness in that tone that cannot be erased.

Her gaze moved away from the shadow of the war-torn palace and glanced at the lake below.

At first glance, she saw the stupid eyeball monster, and she narrowed her gaze, slightly disdainful. Another sinker

In her life, she had seen too many men who fell under her skirts. Some people covet her beauty, and some people fall under her charm.

There were too many, too many, so much that she could only snap her fingers and count how many men could stay awake in front of her.

This eyeball monster is just the crowd of beings who have sunk in her skirt, and it is not worth mentioning.

Her gaze moved away from the eyeball monster, and then swept towards the lake, her slightly sad gaze seemed to be sharper than any flying sword, and she pierced through the dark lake and saw Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake.

Her gaze was clear, like the water formed after the snow melted in early spring. But that clarity, when he found that Ning Fan's eyes had no desire, there was a trace of microwave, and the corners of his lips were also rarely hooked up with a smile.

"You have astonished me, because you have not sunk before me like other men. Are you the monk who is going to cross the eighth loss? You, good. ”

For the first time in countless years, the four generations of barbarian gods opened their mouths to praise people, but when she noticed the mixed bloodlines in Ning Fan's body, her eyebrows frowned, and her expression changed back to a cold one.

"You, you're not a barbarian, you're a too calamity spirit!"

The gaze of the four generations of barbarian gods became colder and colder, and even with it, the temperature of the entire heaven and earth plummeted.

Ning Fan's vest was cold for no reason, under the prying eyes of this woman, he actually had a feeling of being naked, as if he had no secrets, and he could hide it from the woman in front of him.

Before, the eyeball monster could also see through its own qiē. But Tagu can't do that, even though Tagu is a seventh-generation barbarian god.

This woman, however, is as unique as an eyeball monster, and she sees through her own qiē, and she is stronger than Tagu.

"If you're not too primacious, maybe I'll be merciful. Now, I'm not going to keep my hands anymore. ”

Different from Tagu's treatment of the Taicang Tribulation Spirit, this weak woman did not hide her disgust for the Taicang Tribulation Spirit.

She is the fourth-generation barbarian god, and it was at her hands that the ancient barbarian realm fell.

The phantom of the palace at her feet was once a barbarian capital, but it fell in the flames of war!

The broken sword in her chest. It was the blade that took her life, the treasure of an ancient emperor of Taicang, but it was destroyed by her.

She is the last barbarian god in the history of the ancient barbarian world to stand and die, and since her, all the barbarian gods of the past generations have been slaves of the Taicang Tribulation Spirit, such as Natagu.

And she, no!

For her, the Taicang Tribulation Spirit is not the main clan, but the enemy who destroys her country and destroys her clan.

It's a sworn enemy!

"With the order of my Xizi painting, summon the tomb of the ancient barbarians. Funeral for this son!"

The four generations of barbarian gods raised their hands lightly and pointed towards Ning Fan, and the entire heaven and earth immediately changed at this moment!

Between the mountains and the sea, scenes of ancient battlefields began to appear, submerging Ning Fan's place!

Illusory Shadow, replace the real world!

The lake is gone, the ruins of the valley are gone, the eyeballs are gone.

Ning Fan was alone. Standing on an ancient battlefield, behind him are bloody tribes and cities.

The grassland in front of him was full of stumps and broken bones, destroying magic weapons. Collapsed mountain peaks. A river cut by a sword, a broken sky

"Here, where!"

Ning Fan closed his eyes and put aside the illusion in front of him. He could feel his body, still soaking at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by the cold water flowing.

But his soul. His consciousness seemed to be mixed in this mysterious space.

Is this the space formed by the four generations of barbarian gods?

"Since you are a great calamity spirit, then you will be treated preferentially, and your eighth loss will be different from everyone else. "The words of the four generations of barbarian gods are full of hostility, okay?

Ning Fan's heart sank slightly, and the eyeball monster swore that everyone's eighth loss was the same.

Nonsense, he was treated specially, I'm afraid that other people's eighth loss will not be ingested into this battlefield space.

The eighth loss of ordinary people is already as difficult as climbing to the sky, and his eighth loss is estimated to be more dangerous and difficult to overcome than ordinary people.

This fourth-generation barbarian god seemed to have a deep hostility towards his bloodline of the Tai Cang Ling Spirit

"The tomb of the ancient barbarians is a sacred place for the barbarians. The barbarian cities destroyed in battle, and the barbarians killed in battle, will be contained here. Where you are is the fourth tomb, the first layer, which houses almost all the barbarian warriors who died at the hands of your Taicang clan. If you want to survive the eighth loss, kill these warriors again, you can do it!"

The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods echoed in the heavens and the earth, and at the moment when the voice sounded, a corpse with a complete or mutilated corpse stood up in confusion.

Ten, hundred, thousands of dead bodies filled the entire battlefield, standing up one by one.

Among them, there are the corpses of the first-step monks and the corpses of the second-step monks, but those who cultivate to the highest level are just immortals.

Cultivated to a higher corpse, full of burials in the upper echelons of the barbarian tomb.

At this moment, they seem to have life and glory again, and they have seen Ning Fan!

The sound of gnashing teeth came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.

"The Soul of the Heavens"

More and more barbarian cultivators' eyes turned blood-red, overwhelmed by hatred.

The closest to Ning Fan were the seven barbarian cultivators who had turned into gods, and they had already died for countless years, dying on the road of guarding the ancient barbarian realm.

Their corpses were stored in the tomb of the ancient barbarians.

Their souls will forever remain between the mountains and the sea.

They hated the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, and now, they want to take revenge!

Those seven god barbarian cultivators had no reason at all, and as soon as they got close to Ning Fan Qianzhang, they immediately chose to blow themselves up.

They knew that their cultivation was low, and they only wanted to blow themselves up, which could hurt Ning Fan a little.

Bang!

The sound of self-explosion, wrapped in a blood mist in the sky, was deafening. Immediately afterwards, there was a storm formed by the self-explosion of seven barbarian cultivators, which instantly submerged Ning Fan.

What kind of cultivation did Ning Fan have? Not to mention the cultivation of blood robbery, just by saying that the cultivation of Dharma power has already passed the middle stage of truth, and he is a true immortal, how can he be afraid of the self-explosion of the seven gods.

But the murderous aura of these seven god-transforming cultivators who fought to the death infected him, and even infected the thousands of barbarian cultivators behind the seven people.

"Kill the Soul of the Heavens!"

Dozens of gods and cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan and chose to blow themselves up.

There were even several Shattered Void Cultivators, who leapt into the sky, turning into several giant black-feathered birds that were thousands of feet long, and slammed into Ning Fan.

These Shattered Void Cultivators did not choose to blow themselves up, but instead embraced the determination to fight Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's expression was solemn, and he worshiped those strong people who had faith and died fighting for their beliefs. But that doesn't mean he'll let others attack him and not fight back.

He could see that the barbarian cultivators here were all characters who had been dead for many years, and they had long since lost their lives, but there was an extremely strange rule here, which could make the dead corpse retain their will and continue to fight.

The strange path is seventy or eighty percent similar to the immortal path, but it is plausible

The people here are all dead, and they all have an unforgettable hatred for the Taicang Tribulation Spirit

Ning Fan's eyes showed a hint of apology. But more resolutely, towards the thousand-zhang giant bird in the sky, he sacrificed the sword of the Memory Dao.

Since he was on this battlefield, all Ning Fan could do was to send Jun to death.

The Dao Sword of Remembrance conjured up thousands of sword lights, and killed those giant birds with a light gesture, splashing blood in the sky.

This move angered more brute cultivators, and more and more brute cultivators rushed to the tide.

The first step is not only hundreds of millions! Even there are more than 100,000 immortals!

"The brute cultivation here. It was only a part of the martyr cultivators back then, and more barbarian cultivators had no bones left, and they didn't even have a chance to converge. ”

"They all died at the hands of your Taicang Tribulation Spirit Clan, and your clan has wiped out countless clans. Have you ever seen the hatred in the hearts of those who have been destroyed? ”

"I'm waiting for you on the seventh floor of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb, and if you can come up, I'll give you a chance to survive the eighth loss. If not, die here. Use your blood to hate me for thousands of brute cultivators. ”

The voices of four generations of barbarian gods, drifting in the air. The wind is uncertain, and it is difficult to catch traces.

Hundreds of millions of barbarian cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan, either self-destructing, or exerting supernatural powers, and even their own people were affected by the self-detonation and supernatural powers, but no one retreated.

Everyone's will is just to kill Ning Fan, just because Ning Fan is too calamity spirit and an enemy, so he must be killed!

"Burn!"

Facing the thousands of cultivation tides, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a black-red firelight.

There was a dense flow of runes in the firelight, and there was an almost demonic beauty. At first, there was only a flash of fire, but as soon as it took off, it immediately evolved into a monstrous sea of fire, almost submerging the entire heaven and earth!

When this fire burned, there were gusts of wind and thunder, and for a while, there was endless thunder between heaven and earth!

"This is the fire of the beasts!You are not a beast clan, why do you have this fire!" Between heaven and earth, there was a slightly cold voice from the four generations of barbarian gods.

The fire of the beast is unparalleled in the world, and throughout the ages, there have been countless fire cultivators who have coveted the flame of the beast clan, trying to capture some devouring, but all of them have failed.

The Fire of the Doom Beast, although unparalleled in the world, also has another characteristic, that is, it cannot be used in conjunction with other flames.

Those fire cultivators wanted to devour the fire of the beast and increase their own flames, but they couldn't do it at all.

But this Taicang Tribulation Spirit has managed to do this, what is going on, and the four generations of barbarian gods are a little puzzled.

She naturally didn't know that Ning Fan was the descendant of the Emperor of Chaogu, and he cultivated "Yin and Yang Change" and "Chaotic Ring Jue".

Among them, the transformation of yin and yang is the basis of the chaotic ring formula, and this exercise has the mysterious power of fusing the different forces of yin and yang into one.

Even the bloodlines of gods, demons, demons, calamities and other alien races can be fused under the power of yin and yang, and the fire of the beast will naturally not escape Ning Fan's devouring and utilization.

Ning Fan's Demon Fire was already at the level of Eleven True Fire, and it had the domineering attack power of the Fire of Doom Beasts.

This fire burned the heavens and the earth, and suddenly countless first-step monks were burned into ashes by the demonic fire.

Even those life immortals who have cultivated to a high level can only hold on hard under the attack of this demonic fire, and they have no power to fight back.

Thousands of barbarian cultivators were burned under the demonic fire, seeing this scene, the four generations of barbarian gods knew that with the barbarian corpse on the first layer of the ancient barbarian tomb, they could not fight Ning Fan, and if they continued to fight, they would just destroy the corpse in vain

"That's it, the first layer is your tongguò, you come to the second layer, don't destroy their corpses again. ”

The four generations of barbarian gods sighed faintly and compromised.

The first layer is not injured, so you can only look at the second layer.

As soon as the words of the four generations of barbarian gods fell, the barbarian cultivators who were originally high-spirited fell to the ground one after another and turned back into corpses.

In the sky, divine light burst out, and a ladder leading to the second layer appeared.

There are also wooden boxes with ancient seals, constantly appearing in the sky (to be continued......