There are ruins and rubble on all sides. Standing in the sky in the air is a young man in white clothes and black cloaks.

His eyes were cold and his black hair was as dark as ink. He swept through the pressure of his own, but it made everyone silent in the valley of Yuanjue Valley!

The sound of ice shattering was like a demonic sound, penetrated into everyone's hearts. The ice shattering people were destroyed, and the old monsters in Wei State had no chance to resist the power of the fist.

Each of the seven-sect golden elixirs has his eyes higher than the top, but now he sees a young man, he seems to see something terrible. The fist power of the ice-shattered heaven and earth is definitely not weaker than the attack of the Nascent Soul.

When the seven ancestors of the sects were broken, they had already used their strongest life-saving magic spells and magic weapons, but they were still in a mess, with their eyes shrinking, and they were all careful and alert.

Together with Mo Xisheng, they began to ponder the countermeasures. The young man in front of him was most likely a master of Nascent Soul. Even if it was not, that punch was enough to make them regard this young man as a great enemy in their life. Just like Mo Xisheng, the golden wheel palm with all his strength was broken, which made the young man's physical skills the most clear.

You can't be wrong. You can easily break your golden wheel palm, and this suddenly appears and claim to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, a cultivator in the realm of silver bone refining.

Even if you take all your strength, you will have no chance of winning, and you will be able to defeat this young man. Unexpectedly, this person in Yuanjue Valley is in charge, and today's plan for the relics of Mitian will probably be ineffective.

Even the head sect, I can’t understand this. Is there such an old ancestor master in Yuanjue Valley?

Mo Xisheng's expression gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wanted an explanation, what explanation could he and others give.

How to explain the obvious killing and catching treasures and going to the door to kick the sect?

Or, this young man just asked for compensation? He and others killed the disciples of Yuanjue Valley, but this young man destroyed hundreds of Ronglings in the seven sects. How should this account be calculated?

After still looking carefully, Mo Xisheng and other seven ancestors suddenly looked like a change of expression... Weird, this young man was less than 20 years old, and his aura was reduced, and his cultivation level was only like a spirit.

The seven people looked at each other and all saw incomprehension.

Could it be that this person is just strong in physical body but not in high cultivation?

If so, even if this person has some means, if the seven people work together, they will not be afraid of this person.

Not afraid... Then the seven sects do not need to explain to this person. On the contrary, this person has to explain to all the old monsters! Where did the young boy come from? He used his physical refining skills to attack, pretended to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, and destroyed hundreds of fusion spirits in the seven sects.

It's simply, I'm tired of living!

Mo Xi's face darkened, and he said coldly.

"There is no ancestor of Yuanjue Valley, you are..."

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes! A shocking murderous intent made Mo Xisheng stand up, and he could no longer say anything!

He has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, which is considered to have been through life and death. At this moment, under Ning Fan's murderous intent, he seemed to have returned to the weak and helplessness he had when he was the first to practice the truth!

This feeling will only arise when facing the old monster of Nascent Soul! A mistake! This young man cannot be Rong Ling, he must be Nascent Soul!

He wants to kill me!

Without hesitation, Mo Xisheng blew several mouthfuls of essence and blood, and his whole body turned into seven feet tall, like a giant, and his clothes were broken, with golden Sanskrit floating on him! Under this secret method of self-destruction, his body refining realm briefly broke through the tenth level of silver light, almost reaching the silver bone!

Only when I had time to finish these things, Ning Fan's cold voice had already resounded throughout the hall!

"I said, I want an explanation!"

A black light flashed around Ning Fan's body, and the heaven and earth elemental power floated around him, and the light and shadow flashed, and a teleported, like a sharp sword. In just one moment, he had already bullied himself in front of Mo Xisheng.

He came here to seek wealth as the ancestor Yuanjue, that's all. Before asking for money, he would take Mo Xisheng's life and establish his authority!

The latter's seven-foot giant body was still acceptable in Ning Fan's eyes. With one hand, a stream of ice-shattered fist light was slashed, and with lightning, he grabbed it hard. The seven-foot giant arm was enough to compete with ordinary top-grade magic weapons, but under Ning Fan's grab, the giant's arm suddenly turned into ice, and roared under the lightning, and exploded into pieces.

The escape method is teleportation, the thunder woo, the innate magical power of the palm to control thunder. Mo Xisheng was already frightened and screamed, and his breath immediately became weak. The body-refining cultivator, every inch of muscles and bones, was tempered by his arm, and the body-refining realm immediately fell back.

He took dozens of steps in a row before he stabilized his body. Every time he took a step back, his momentum became weaker.

All I can see is fear!

Without giving Mo Xisheng any chance to breathe, Ning Fan flashed black lights all over his body, teleporting several times, as if several illusion bodies were transformed on Mo Xisheng's four sides and above his head. Five palms were slapped almost at the same time, and they blasted on the giant and the heavenly spirit!

The sound of five muscles and bones shattering came out, and Moxi's voice was like a fountain and his body was like mud. It was difficult to maintain the Dharma image. If the magical powers of fighting for life were broken, it would be broken!

His body refining skills were almost useless, but he could not raise his resentment at all. He was desperate and had only the word "escaping" left!

Bite the tip of his tongue, Mo Xisheng used all his magic power and the last few mouthfuls of essence and blood, and turned into a wisp of smoke around him, sinking into the soil, and fleeing to the distance at a speed of one point faster than the half-step Nascent Soul.

This technique actually escaped under Ning Fan's eyelid, which surprised Ning Fan. If he read it correctly, Mo Xisheng used the magical magic of the ancient gods and demons - the earth escape technique.

Even if you imitate the magic, it is not a non-demon body that can be easily used. Therefore, Mo Xisheng consumed so much magic power, essence and blood by the earth escape technique.

Mo Xisheng escaped into the soil and fled thousands of feet below. Even with Ning Fan's body refining technique, he could not break the thousand-foot soil layer and capture it.

If a person cannot get down to earth, his divine thoughts can go down. Ning Fan's temperament changes, his eyes become colder, his face rises black lines, and his body seems to be a little thick ink, which turns into thousands of ink-colored sword thoughts, and he also sinks into the soil to chase after him.

As soon as this technique was released, the ancestors of the other six sects immediately exclaimed.

"What? This person is so powerful, he can even use magic tricks like Mo Sheng to escape into the soil. Isn't Mo Sheng dangerous?"

The ancestor of the Six Sects never expected that Mo Xisheng, the number one master of Wei, had no power to fight back in Ning Fan's hands. Even when Mo Xisheng used the earth escape technique, all the old monsters were sure that Mo Xisheng could escape, but Ning Fan was like a maggot with bones, and still had the means to chase him!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But the old monsters' exclamations were only exchanged for Hou Lian's sneer.

Mo Sheng is dangerous? Not only is it dangerous. This Mo Liu divine magic technique is a powerful spell that instantly kills dozens of demon clans. Ning Fan is a fierce demon that can even capture the Nascent Soul Banshee alive. Mo Xisheng, a cultivator who escaped when he saw the Zifeng Demon Eye, dared to bully Yuanjue Valley. How could he be Ning Fan's opponent...

"Mo Xisheng is dead!" Hou Lian sneered.

"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is the number one expert in my country of Yue..."

Several ancestors were about to refute, but immediately closed their mouths with a sword sound and scream, with shocked eyes!

Twenty miles away from Tujue Valley, the earth was exploded by countless ink-colored sword energy. Where the explosion was, the ground was cracked thousands of feet, and the sword sounded in shock. Within a few miles, no grass grew where the sword energy passed.

What shocked all ancestors was not only the vision of the ink sword, but also the scream that could not be submerged by the sword energy, and his life was gone!

Mo Sheng’s scream!

Mo Xisheng, dead?!

Before the sword could be heard, Ning Fan was already teleporting back with a bloody corpse.

Mo Xisheng's body was really dead?!

Dead, dead... The number one master of Wei... is dead!

If there is a hard battle, everyone can accept it, but the result is very quickly, and they will fall to the ground and separate life and death!

From Mo Xisheng's crazy words to his death, in just a dozen breaths, Mo Xisheng was still a arrogant Mo Sheng, after more than ten breaths, he was just a corpse!

The old monsters looked at Ning Fan in horror. This person was definitely not Rong Ling, he must be the Nascent Soul, he must be the Nascent Soul, and he can only be the Nascent Soul! In this way, he can kill Mo Xisheng instantly!

The ancestors of the six sects have weaker magical powers than Mo Xisheng. Ku Ningfan made a desperate move, and the six people worked together to survive. And if they escaped, they had no escape technique, faster than teleportation, nor did they have secret techniques similar to earth escape technique.

Even if there is, can you escape the ink-colored robbery and killing... The magical power that turns into ink-colored and escapes underground is really the only one who has seen in his life...

What to do?! If Ning Fan is here, all the masters of the seven sects of Wei Kingdom, even the Nascent Soul of the Rain Palace, would not have time to rescue them!

If he kills someone, who can escape and who can compete?!

"I want an explanation. No one is allowed to leave this place until I am satisfied!"

Ning Fan's eyes swept over, and the old monster who was swept over immediately shivered and lowered his head...

Zong Ze was very excited and looked at Mo Xisheng's broken body, and was so excited. The ancestors of the six major sects did not dare to come out of the Yuanjue Valley. This was probably the most glorious time since the Yuanjue Valley was established. He was full of gratitude for the ancestor who came from somewhere!

"Hou Lian, this person is really the ancestor of my sect..."

"It's true... This ancestor has been traveling for more than a thousand years before returning. It's not surprising that the head of the sect knows it!"

"Forget it, no matter what his identity is, he is my benefactor... He said he was the ancestor, that's it."

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When Zong Ze and Hou Lian were sending their voices, the ancestors of the six schools were frightened...

Finally, the second master of Wei State, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked respectfully,

"I don't know what explanation you want to be satisfied..."

"Immortal King."

Ning Fan stopped his murderous intent and smiled slightly.

All the old monsters who survived the six sects were stunned.

It turns out that this person is here to make money...

It turns out that giving money is enough. If he had known this, why would Mo Sheng have to fight for his life? Money is so small! Injustice, Mo Xisheng died too unjustly... If he knew that he could lose money and save his life, he would have regretted it so much that his intestines were blushed...

"I don't know how many immortal jade you want..."

"The early stage of the Golden Pill is 20,000 per person, the middle stage is 40,000, and the late stage is 80,000. What's the matter? It's not expensive!" Ning Fanyu said with a threat.

"What! You Yan dares to blackmail me 200,000 Immortal Kings, do you know that I and Yu Palace..." Among the ancestors, Baimen Tower seemed dissatisfied, but immediately, Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, and he teleported, and appeared behind Baimen Tower, pressing with one finger!

Baimenlou's face changed drastically, and he immediately activated the body refining technique, his eyes became more sunken and as thin as a skeleton, but his physical defense was raised to the peak of the eighth level of Silver Light! A vicious purple light defense rose.

But under Ning Fan's finger, his purple light defense immediately turned into fragments and collapsed. With one finger, he pointed to his chest. Baimenlou immediately vomited blood and was seriously injured, and flew backwards and fell heavily. The first thing he did when he got up was not to escape, but to take off the storage bag, offer it with both hands, and explain in a hurry, for fear that he would be destroyed by Ning Fan!

"This is 200,000 immortal jade, please stop! Bai knows his mistake!"

"Four hundred thousand!" Ning Fan said coldly.

"So much, this... OK, I understand... I don't have enough immortal jade for the younger generation. Can you compensate with magic weapons..."

"The magic weapon of the weapon, the three-turn pill, the infant-level exercises, don't have anything else! Remember, this is an order, not a negotiation, you have no choice!"
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