In the fifth turn of the dragon vortex, the flame vortex triggered a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and the power of fire increased several times. Even if the Nascent Soul monk was rashly involved in this vortex, he would definitely be injured!

The black corpse, which had almost escaped from the flames, was immediately sucked back by the vortex. As soon as the five-turn fire burned, he immediately shouted.

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"Hmph, I won't force you, I will only kill you!"

"Okay! I'll let you see, what is the destruction of the country by ten thousand corpses!" The black corpse was trembling with anger, and a black bag was shaken. Among them, nearly a thousand giant merging spirit flying corpses flew out, pounced into the flames, and exploded themselves, and even exploded the fire of the fifth dragon vortex!

After that, he didn't stop and turned the black bag completely over. Nearly six thousand vein-refining corpses, two thousand fusion spirits, and one hundred golden elixirs all emit rotten odor, dispersing the flames, and pounced on Ning Fan!

Ning Fan's eyes changed, ten thousand corpses! The name of the black corpse "Ten Thousand Corps Destroys the Country" is actually real!

But what about Wan Zi... Ning Fan closed his eyes in an instant, and then started, and the sword light flashed in his eyes!

At this moment, the murderous intent in his body completely turned into a demonic forest, destroying the awe of ghosts alone!

"Destroy!"

He said a faint word, and a sword thought exuding a dark aura scattered everywhere!

Anyone who refining corpses, veins, and spiritual cultivation who are wrapped in sword thoughts will be directly stolen into flesh mud by the sword energy.

And one hundred golden elixir corpses were directly cut off from the early stage of golden elixir!

As for the middle stage of the Golden Pill, even if the corpse refining in the later stage is not dead, he is still injured under the sweeping of Jian Nian.

The so-called ten thousand corpses were actually destroyed by Ning Fan’s spell!

At this moment, the black corpse's face changed drastically. He never expected that Ning Fan would have the rumored sword consciousness and sword thoughts!

If he had known this, he would definitely not have sent corpse refining to siege Ning Fan. At most, he would use the later corpse refining in the golden elixir to deal with Ning Fan!

Jian Nian is a nightmare for corpse refining and soul-refining cultivator!

"You actually have a sword thought! You are definitely not a shit Yin-Yang Demon Vein, you are the God Vein of the Sword, you are a person in the Sword Realm! I, I'm fighting with you!"

A crazy look suddenly appeared in the black corpse's eyes, as if he had a deep hatred with the people in the sword world. But all this had nothing to do with Ning Fan!

Under the control of the black corpse, the 27 slightly injured corpses in the middle and late stages of the Golden Pill flew away, making strange roars, and they all wanted to self-destruct, and they died with Ning Fan!

Ning Fan teleported and flew thousands of feet away, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

The fifth turn of Long Yi was already his limit, but it was not enough to destroy the black corpse... so, there was only one try!

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood on the black demon flame in front of him, causing the black demon flame to immediately increase to the power of fire, but there was still an infinite distance from the sixth turn of the Dragon Vortex.

Being bullied by the corpse refining again, Ning Fan teleported away, spraying three mouthfuls of essence and blood, his face turned pale, and the power of the fire had not reached the power of the sixth turn.

"Not enough, come again!"

A teleportation opened the distance again. This time, Ning Fan slammed his chest with a punch, his breathing weakened wildly, and his mouthful of essence and blood was sprayed onto the Black Demon Flame as if he was desperate.

The dragon vortex fire danced violently and turned into a huge dragon of flames that stretched thousands of feet long, and the huge vortex was the mouth of the fire dragon!

At this moment, the spiritual power of the entire Vietnamese country seemed to be mobilized by this spell.

Monks, stunned, staring at the illusory black dragon shadow in the sky, were shocked.

In the black shadow, there was a trace of true dragon demon power, gradually taking shape. At the moment when the demon power was formed, the fire dragon's eyes suddenly showed indifference and despising the agility of the people!

The sixth turn of the Dragon Vortex can completely condense a true dragon phantom! This level of art can be understood by almost the peak Nascent Soul monks, and the power of this art is performed by Ning Fan. Even if the realm is low, it is more than enough to seriously injure the black corpse!

"Madman, this is...madman! He wants to fight me hard, why? I have a deep hatred with him!" The black corpse rose a little terrified. If an ordinary monk saw that the black corpse was difficult to deal with, he would definitely stop and be cautious.

But Ning Fan is simply going to be with the black corpse and never stops until death!

The whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth by flames. In just a moment, the black corpse immediately felt that the corpse that he was proud of began to melt sharply.

This sixth turn of dragon fire can only barely compete with it unless you are in full swing. At this moment, you will be trapped in the fire and will be seriously injured even if you don’t die.

"die!"

Ning Fan was as angry as a fucking spring, and so much essence and blood were sprayed out. The wound he was treated was too severe, but in order to destroy the black corpse, he was willing to do everything!

Under its control, the black fire dragon opened its mouth and roared, spewing out countless black fireballs. The fireball exploded outside the bodies of the golden elixir corpses, turning into flame vortexes. Each of them had the power not lower than the fifth turn of the dragon vortex fire!

Almost in one encounter, all the corpses were turned into ashes, and the black corpse in the center of the sea of ​​fire rose in his heart.

This flame was enough to seriously injure him, but it was not enough to destroy him. But when Ning Fan looked at him with murderous eyes, the black corpse's heart trembled.

"Mo Liu's magic technique of dispersing the spirit!"

Ning Fan pointed his eyebrows and the sea of ​​consciousness turned into black sword shadows, rushing out of the sky and flowing in the sky.

The sword energy was like a black tide, sank into the black fire, causing a series of tides in the sea of ​​fire. Just like dealing with Tian Yizi before, thousands of swords were like the wind, and they swept the black corpse into it.

Broken, crushed, crushed!

He bit all the pills hard and Ning Fan poured all his magic power and divine thoughts into this blow.

If you make enemies, you will have life and death... This is what the old demon taught him!

After a whistling sound of sword shattering and fire dissipating, Ning Fan finally couldn't bear the power of the spell's backlash. He was shot down the ground by the heat wave of the spell, and he was hit hard and coughed up blood.

Countless Narutoes, sword energy shattered in the clear sky, revealing one of the scorched corpses with holes...

This corpse was completely burnt with no more decay, and the soul of the black corpse was completely burned into nothingness.

But even so, the corpse has not been destroyed. Is this the physical strength close to the edge of the corpse demon?

If the real corpse demon...the body of his cauldron ring is, how strong should it be?

Ning Fan breathed for a long time before he could barely get up, looking at the burnt corpse in the distance, pondering without saying a word.

There is no joy of winning, but there is only a trace of peace.

"Nei Emperor, I am approaching you step by step... One day, you will end up with this corpse..." he said lightly.

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Ning Fan was calm because he had a stronger enemy, so that he would never be complacent before killing the Nirvana Emperor.

But Ning Cheng's cultivator became suspicious after the spell collision that had just changed drastically.

Thousands of miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the spell collision was too fierce. It was a rare war in the Vietnamese country for thousands of years.

And they are most concerned about the result of this battle...

Who won? Is it "Ning Hei Demon" and Ning Fan, or... the black corpse that destroyed the seven kingdoms?

Amid the nervous gazes of the monks, Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo returned to Ningcheng in the escape light.

The former still has a hint of surprise, while the latter sighs, which is extremely complicated.

Jing Zhuo's expression made the monks' hearts sink, Bu Kuangfen, who was so angry, asked directly.

"Old ancestor, why are you frowning... Could it be that Ning Hei Demon was defeated by that corpse demon?"

"Defeat? Cough cough cough...you can see for yourself..."

Jing Zhuo suddenly turned around and looked into the distance. All the monks followed Jing Zhuo's gaze and could vaguely see a young man in white clothes and black cloak coming slowly in the sky in the distance.

The young man's magic power seemed extremely weak, making his escape light a little unstable, but his eyes were as calm as before, and in his hand, he even lifted a burnt black corpse, as if promoting a spoil.

No explanation is needed, all monks feel relieved...

The black corpse was destroyed! There is no doubt about it!

But was the young man in white clothes and black cloak in front of him Ning Fan or Ning Hei Mo... You know, Ning Fan and Ning Hei Mo look exactly the same.

Bu Kuangfen glanced at Old Ancestor Jing Zhuo with great resentment. This expression appeared on him, a strong man, which was extremely strange.

"Old ancestor, you are really. Since the Dark Demon Master wins, you should be happy. Why bother to worry me..."

"Happy...cough cough cough..." Jing Zhuo should have been happy, but he couldn't be happy. He was beaten by the black corpse one-sidedly, but Ning Fan... actually used the six-turn dragon fire, which is comparable to the peak infant level spell, and burned the black corpse into a scorched corpse...

Jing Zhuo knew that the one who destroyed the black corpse was not Ning Hei Demon, but Ning Fan... There is no shit in the world.

So, he sighed, and his heart was even more inevitable and unbalanced... Ning Fan, is he really an 18-year-old young man... Jing Zhuo was more willing to accept that Ning Fan was a fourth-transform alchemist and Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for thousands of years.

But my mood was complicated, so there might only be Jing Zhuo, and the other monks went to cheer.

After Ning Fan landed in Ningcheng, he chased Nangong, who was chasing Jiyinmen Tower ship, and also brought people back.

The Battle of Demon and Yue ended here, and after Ning Fan, he might be on the road to forming pills.

He was weak and had no time to rest for a while, and was immediately rushed into his arms by a paper crane and almost fell down.

But the one who fell to the ground before him was Fairy Suqiu...

"Oh, Brother Fan, take a look, what's wrong with Fairy Suqiu? Why did she faint!" Paper Crane exclaimed.

"This is..."

Ning Fan swept his mind at Su Qiu who was unconscious, and his face suddenly looked ugly.

Su Qiu was poisoned. Although this poison is not powerful, Su Qiu has been deeply poisoned, but detoxification is quite troublesome...

He secretly said something rude, but his palm touched Su Qiu's pair of beautiful feet.

"It was indeed the poison at that time... This stubborn woman was poisoned. I wonder if she said that... she has been showing off until now..."

Ning Fan shook his head gently, but he had a little more admiration for Su Qiu.
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