Eleven-story thunder pagoda, at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. The wind and rain are miserable, with lightning and thunder.

A group of more than two hundred undead monks, wearing stars and moons, rushed to the valley of Zhongshan Mountain. There was the eleventh floor of the palace of Thunder Lord Zhufeng.

All of these two hundred monks are at the level of spirit transformation or above, and six of them are cultivating the void!

But the leader of this team of monks is by no means any Lianxu, but a young man in white who is in the state of becoming a god.

"It's close..."

Ning Fan's eyes were calm, even though he was about to fight against the strongest person on the eleventh floor, he didn't have any worries.

The physical body has broken through the peak of Jade Life, and with the corpse demon's body, it can directly compete with the physical cultivation of the first level of the golden body, and powerfully confront the old monster Peeping the Void.

After refining the Immortal Emperor's finger bones, Ning Fan thought to himself, if he used his sword fingers now, the power would be very different from before.

Even if there is only one drop of the blood of Devouring Demonic Luo, it has not been completely refined. But with the power of that drop of demonic blood, Ning Fan activates the demonized state and transforms into the four phases of Demonic Luo. Within the short transformation time, even though

Even if you ask Xudu, you can fight!

However, since the blood of Mara has not been completely refined, there is a drawback in using this blood to demonize rashly.

Every time he was demonized, Ning Fan felt that his soul turned black.

The more times and longer the demonization lasts, the darker the black color will be.

The black color represents demonic nature. If there is less demonic nature, it would be okay. If the demonic nature accumulates too much, Ning Fan will most likely lose his mind and lose his emotions.

Although he will not become a cold-blooded and ruthless person like the Black Soul, Ning Fan never likes to have his mind influenced by any external things.

The means of demonization can be used or not.

Unless he completely swallows the blood of Mo Luo and breaks through the golden body realm, then Ning Fan can rest assured that he can transform into a giant body.

"kill!"

In the darkness of the Jue Valley, a hidden array of light flashed, and tens of thousands of monks suddenly appeared, each holding a thunder crossbow and shooting thousands of killing thunder arrows in the direction of Ning Fan.

Thunder arrows were like rain, caught in the thunderstorm, and they came very quickly.

Every thunder arrow is enough to obliterate Nascent Soul, and tens of thousands of thunder arrows can kill even a god in an instant.

There were so many thunder arrows, but they couldn't slow down a group of monks at all.

Ning Fan's eyes showed a look of indifference. His sleeves were rolled up and he waved his hand casually. However, an unimaginable force was swung out, which was enough to shake mountains and rivers. The power of a single blow with a flick of his sleeve was comparable to Qiuxu's full blow!

With a huge force, mountains and rivers collapsed, thousands of thunder arrows were shattered, and tens of thousands of hidden enemies were wiped out in one blow. Only seven hurried figures, each with half a step of cultivation, were lucky enough to survive and escaped with their lives.

,tremble with fear.

"Retreat quickly and report back to the Thunder Lord. Zhou Ming has already entered the foothills of Zhongshan Mountain. With seventeen layers of defense, no one can stop his pace. The three commanders of Qiuxu have been killed in battle!"

"Can you leave..."

Ning Fan spoke coldly, raised his palm, and a cold sword light as thin as a cicada's wing flashed away and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the seven fleeing enemy cultivators had their Dantians pierced by sword light.

That sword light was too fast, faster than the escape speed of the monk Qiuxu. Unless it was Wenxu, who could defend it!

The sword light was so sharp that it almost ignored all defenses at the level of Qiuxu.

The moment the sword light penetrated the body, hundreds of millions of sword threads were thrust out from the seven monks' Dantian. In just one moment, all seven of them were crushed by the sword threads, and the blood mist dispersed violently.

Ning Fan's expression was unmoved. He had killed sixteen times on the way to Zhongshan Thunder Palace, and this was the seventeenth time.

Four Transformation Gods have died in his hands, and three of them have died in Qixu!

Yuan Lei was swallowed one by one into his belly for refining, while Lei Yu was taken into his hands one by one and thrown to Lei Shiyi behind him.

Ning Fan is skilled in his skills, killing people and seizing treasures is commonplace.

But the expressions of the six Lianxu followers behind him, including Lei Shiyi, were all numb with shock.

"This kid is so ruthless! Killing all the first ten levels of thunder towers. Even the old monster Chongxu can only do this kind of thing. It will make people angry, but he dares to do it... Looking at this posture, this kid not only wants to kill the bell

Shan, destroy Zhufeng, and even want to fight all the way to the twenty-fourth floor and destroy King Yinglong!"

Mo Feiyun was shocked. He asked himself that he had seen many heroes in his life. Among them, Lei Shiyi admired him the most, but the one that frightened him the most was Ning Fan in front of him.

"Ashamed... I looked down upon this boy before and ridiculed him... Now it seems that this boy is so powerful that it is absolutely easy to kill me. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is rushing towards the void... One sword is cold and the sword is silk... This

I am afraid that my swordsmanship is by no means weak." Chu Nanfeng laughed at himself.

Lei Shiyi's eyes were filled with shock again and again. He had known that Ning Fan was powerful before, but he also saw that Ning Fan three days ago was not so powerful.

In the past, Ning Fan gave Lei Shiyi the feeling of instinctive restraint, and that restraint came from Taisu Lei Xing.

But Ning Fan now has two completely different types of pressure on him, each of which is enough to make Lei Shiyi feel palpitated and frightened.

"That kind of pressure makes me suffocate... Even the old monster Suixu should not bear this kind of pressure... What exactly happened to this kid in the past three days!" Lei Shiyi thought.

As the group moved forward, Ning Fan almost did all the killings alone.

After witnessing the death of three Qiuxu at the hands of Ning Fan, no one doubted that Ning Fan had the strength to kill Zhufeng and compete with King Yinglong.

Zhongshan Thunder Palace is already in front of you millions of miles away!

In the Thunder Palace, Thunder Lord Zhufeng, dressed in black armor, was sitting on the throne, looking at a letter of information with gloomy eyes.

Outside Zhongshan, hundreds of thousands of masters of the seventeenth defense were massacred in half a day!

Zhufeng really didn't expect who was coming. It was Ning Fan and Wanbao Pavilion!

"Hmph! I didn't expect that Zhou Ming, who was being chased by Lord Yinglong King, still dared to come to my Thunder Palace and surrender himself. He was so bold. Did he think that with his mere half-step cultivation, he could compete with me openly?

War? Ridiculous!”

"And that Wanbao Pavilion is really daring. Lei Shiyi! This person has been defeated by me eleven times. I thought he would know the pros and cons, stay safe from now on, and obediently hand over the emperor's bones. Unexpectedly, this evil man would dare to provoke Yu again.

Me! If he comes to Lei Palace, I will make him regret it!"

The roar of the candle wind echoed in the Thunder Palace for a long time.

Wenxu's momentum was like a mountain or a sea. It swept forward, making the air in the hall extremely oppressive. Countless Nascent Souls and Incarnations fell to the ground because they could not bear the pressure.

Only the nine old monsters who can resist the power of the candle wind can remain calm.

"Don't worry, Master Lei! In the Thunder Palace, there are ten Lianxu and I who are guarding it. Let him know. Wanbao Pavilion has three heads and six arms. If you dare to come here, you will die..."

An old man with a rat beard, his name is the King of Horsemen, his small mung bean eyes flashed fiercely and he sneered.

He did not take Ning Fan and others into his eyes at all, and none of the other eight people took Ning Fan into their eyes. Therefore, he fully agreed with the words of the rat-bearded old man.

"That's right! Fellow Taoist Ma is absolutely right. If Zhou Mingyu comes to Thunder Palace, he will definitely die. Don't look at him killing all the way, with great momentum, but most of it is just relying on Wanbao Pavilion and three puppets to see the truth. After all, he is only half a step away.

In refining the void, there is never any half-step of refining the void that can leapfrog the level and kill the void. It does not matter if this child does not enter the Thunder Palace, if he enters the Thunder Palace, I, the fierce ghost, will be the first to kill him!"

The other tall man peered into the void and echoed.

For a moment, the main hall was full of arguments and sarcastic laughter from Ning Fan and others.

At this moment, a cold voice, like thousands of years of ice, suddenly sounded throughout the Zhongshan Thunder Palace.

The momentum was like the suppression of thousands of mountains. There was a scornful inquiry, like billions of thunders, exploding in the ears of the cultivators in the Thunder Palace. The next moment, the cultivators who were under refinement suffered from eardrum bleeding and severe pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

The old monsters of Lianxu, including Zhufeng, also felt their breaths stagnant in their chests, feeling depressed and uncomfortable, and their expressions changed.

"Who said I, Zhou Ming, dare not come!"

A voice that was so powerful that it shocked the heavens!

Not to mention Ning Fan's cultivation level, the ferocious power of this voice alone is enough to suppress ordinary gods!

In an instant, the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace fell into excitement and panic.

The next moment, the Zhongshan Mountains were shaking in the thunderstorm night!

Countless undead souls escaped from the Thunder Palace, and when they looked at it from a distance, they all took a cold breath.

But they saw a mere two hundred monks spreading out within the foothills of Zhongshan Mountain, and every one of the two hundred monks were above the Transformation God.

Before that transformation, there were six Void Refiners, including Lei Shiyi, and three Void Peeping Puppets, charging in unstoppably!

But the most feared thing is definitely not these Void Refining masters, but a young man in white.

The young man walked forward with his hands behind his back. Each step seemed light, but the force he took was comparable to that of a golden body. One step could shake the general trend of the country!

The roar of the mountains and rivers shaking was caused by this person!

That cold question, which convinced countless Thunder Palace monks, was also issued by this person!

He is Ning Fan!

"Kill him!"

Tens of thousands of Nascent Soul dead souls with low intelligence rushed from behind Ning Fan and charged at Ning Fan at all costs.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly turned around, with only one cold look, which pierced the night like cold electricity and fell into the eyes of countless dead souls. However, the souls of the Nascent Soul with low intelligence felt their hearts and souls trembling, and they could not help but fear.

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What a fierce look!

This is the ultimate demon that has experienced such a sea of ​​blood!
To be continued...