What they were curious about was what Ning Fan, a person in the innate realm, did outside, could actually force them to send two powerful men to take action.

Qin Tao and Qin Ming both looked at Ning Fan, laughing with so much pride and pain in their hearts.

It was Ning Fan who personally sent them to hell, now it was their turn to torture Ning Fan.

"Ning Fan, what are you thinking now?" Qin Ming asked.

"I have no idea, but I am still surprised that you two were resurrected. Was it the artificial god's regeneration technology that made you reborn?" Ning Fan asked in return.

Because apart from the regeneration technology of artificial gods, no one can think of anyone who has the ability to resurrect two dead people.

The two of them did not answer. Obviously Ning Fan was right, they were actually just artificial humans.

"It doesn't matter what it is anymore. I'm going to defeat you, and then kill the people you like bit by bit in front of you." Qin Tuo said ferociously.

"Then it all depends on your ability. The number of artificial humans I killed ranged from 100 to 80. You can't jump anywhere."

"Then just watch."

The two of them attacked Ning Fan at the same time, and the strongest one's attack speed reached a certain terrifying level.

Hua Wuque, who was running away, suddenly stopped, looked back with a frown, and pinched with his stubby fingers.

"Hua Qade, what's wrong?"

"No, this guy is in danger. Things have changed. The two of us should go back quickly, otherwise this kid will really die."

Zhang Yang looked in disbelief and asked, "But didn't you say that Ning Fan would be in danger?"

"Nonsense, everything is subject to change. Hurry up, it will be over if this kid dies."

Hua Wuque put Professor Feng down, pulled Zhang Yang and ran back.

"Hua Qade, what do you think you are doing?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Hey, when Master Dao calculated it before, this kid had a 30% chance of survival, but just now he didn't even have a chance of survival. I'm afraid someone above the strongest will take action."

"Come on, let's go, Ning Fan and I have some connections, we can't leave them alone." Zhang Yang couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Black Cloud Village!

Ning Fan was completely at a disadvantage and felt helpless facing the two most powerful men.

His body was bleeding continuously, and his mouth was spitting out blood and tiny internal organs.

"Hahaha, Ning Fan, weren't you very arrogant before? Why are you so petty now?" Qin Tuo said with a smile.

boom!!!

Ning Fan crashed into a building, and this time he seriously felt that he was going to die.

"Ahem...I'm really tired."

Now there is severe pain all over the body, but there is still no movement in the Dantian. It is really killing me.

"Ning Fan, come out quickly, or we will go in to find you." A voice came from outside.

Ning Fan exhaled and stood up, and saw something from the corner of his eye...

Outside, Qin Ming saw that Ning Fan was still not coming out, so he simply jumped into the ruins.

boom!!!

But there was a dull sound inside, and Qin Ming flew out, looking very embarrassed.

"What's going on?" The four people from the Outer Eight Sect looked solemn. Could it be that Ning Fan had retained his strength?

Qin Ming fell to the ground and a ravine was created. A piece of flesh was smashed on his face, and the metal inside leaked out.

Everyone looked back and saw Ning Fan walking out, but still dragging a cauldron in his hand.

The cauldron has three legs, and Ning Fan is holding one leg. There is still blue liquid on the cauldron, which is Qin Ming's blood.
Chapter completed!