"Lu Bei! Don't even think about monopolizing this task! I will decide on the Ming Luo puppet!"

The old man with white eyes sneered endlessly. He called Ning Fan Lu Bei. Apparently he had seen the wanted notice issued by Emperor Teng and knew that Ning Fan was Lu Bei.

Ning Fan was not surprised when his identity was revealed. As a Void Refining monk, it was not surprising that he had the means to obtain a wanted order.

Ning Fan was not afraid of being wanted by the Vine Emperor. He fled all the way without hiding his appearance or deliberately hiding. If he encountered an invading enemy, he could just kill them.

Ning Fan glanced lightly, and among the nine puppet masters, eight looked at him with unkind eyes, as if they had already recognized his identity.

Only the girl in green, who was peeking at Xu's cultivation, had a calm look in her eyes, but now she was a little surprised.

She didn't seem to expect that the elegant young man in white in front of her was the devil who had angered the Vine Emperor.

Just thinking about Ning Fan's intention to monopolize the mission and occupy all the Ming Luo puppets, the girl in green couldn't help but look at Ning Fan with a hint of hostility.

"What will you do if I insist on monopolizing the task?"

Ning Fan glanced at the old man with white eyes and spoke calmly.

The old man with white eyes was startled, as if he didn't expect Ning Fan to have such a strong tone and dare to ignore his threat.

He narrowed his old eyes and snorted coldly, "On the road to cultivation, the strong are respected. If you want to monopolize the task, then show your strength to convince me and others!"

After saying this, the white-eyed old man suddenly took a step forward, his skin quickly dried up, and his eyes shot out two bright white lights, sweeping towards Ning Fan.

Being swept by this white light, Ning Fan felt his body gradually stiffen, and his skin showed signs of tree transformation, with a layer of white bark rising up, as if he was about to turn into a wooden puppet.

Ning Fan had looted Guanghan City and had seen many tree clan spells, so he knew that the old man was using a very powerful pupil technique from the tree world.

This technique is called the 'Eye of Transformed Wood', and it is the secret technique of the Huamu clan. If you practice this technique to the highest level, you can transform a cultivator into a tree with just one look.

This technique is extremely difficult to practice, but it is a good chance that this white-eyed old man can master it.

With the Taixu cultivation level of this white-eyed old man, using the art of turning trees, he can turn all the Chongxu monks into trees with just one look.

But if you want to use this technique to transform Ning Fan, it is not enough.

"break!"

Ning Fan's magic power was exhausted, and pieces of tree bark peeled off his body. His body returned to normal and his tree transformation was broken.

Immediately he took a step forward, white light flashed on his right arm, and a silver arm armor appeared. He swung his body and reached out to grab the eyes of the white-eyed old man!

This blow did not activate the offensive magical power of the White Tiger Arm Armor. Even so, the power of one blow was comparable to that of a physical practitioner in the fourth level of the Golden Body!

"Shenxuan Spiritual Equipment!" Everyone in the hall was shocked.

The old man with white eyes was shocked. He didn't expect Ning Fan's physical body to be so powerful, nor did he expect Ning Fan to possess the divine spiritual equipment.

He is a puppet master. He is proficient in puppetry. Most of his magical powers are connected to the puppets. His physical body alone cannot take Ning Fan's blow.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he took half a step back, patted the storage bag, and took out countless puppets.

In an instant, 16 peak-level god-transformation puppets appeared in the main hall, all arrayed in front of the white-eyed old man.

The white-eyed old man then took out an array disk, and upon activation, a huge silver-white array appeared at the feet of the 16 puppets, and wisps of array light connected the bodies of all the puppets.

At the same time, 16 puppets punched at the same time, the array light flashed, and the fist lights merged into one!

"Wood Puppet Array!"

16 puppet blows. The array light integrated into the puppet array turned into a brilliant fist light, which was as powerful as Taixu's blow.

Ning Fan's eyes were slightly sharp, he turned his claws into fists, and punched the puppet array, activating the magical power of the White Tiger Arm Armor and shooting out a White Tiger Fist Light.

Xushu, White Tiger!

With one blow, the puppet formation shattered into pieces, and the entire city of Yiyi shook violently. The palace hall shuddered, and all the palaces and pavilions that stretched for hundreds of miles turned into flying ash and disappeared.

The entire city of Yiyi was filled with the roar of white tigers, and countless monks were in shock, frightened by this terrifying fluctuation of fighting skills.

After a long time, the shaking in the city stopped and the smoke dispersed.

Ning Fan put away his fists and stood with his hands behind his back. The white-eyed old man was holding his chest, his breath was disordered, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with shock.

The 16 god-like puppets summoned by the old man were all blown to pieces by Ning Fan, with no possibility of repair!

He took a pill and suppressed the injury. His eyes showed fear and he did not dare to look at Ning Fan.

He is no match for Ning Fan!

He knew in his heart that if there were not 16 puppets blocking the way, he would definitely be hit by Ning Fan's white tiger fist light, and he would be killed or injured...

In this duel, it seemed that the old man with white eyes was not too far behind, but in fact he was defeated.

Ning Fan just used his spiritual equipment to punch, without spending too much mana and physical strength, and he was still in a state of ease.

The white-eyed old man lost 16 puppets that were at the peak of his transformation into gods... This was almost all of his puppets!

The puppet master who loses his puppet means that his magical power is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical skills. If he continues to fight with Ning Fan, he will definitely lose.

After losing so many puppets, the white-eyed old man no longer dared to go to Tanggu to hunt the tree king. Without the puppets by his side, the risk was too great.

At this moment, he must collect materials again to refine the puppet...

"Hmph! Lu Dao's friendly approach! I'm not as good as others, and I have no shame in fighting for tasks here. I'll say goodbye!"

The white-eyed old man snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a escaping light, leaving Jumang Country directly...

Tang Xiong took a deep look at Ning Fan. He asked himself whether he could receive the White Tiger's fist without injury. He thought to himself that Ning Fan really had amazing magical powers.

Tang Xiong secretly guessed that this punch might not be Ning Fan's strongest magical power.

Once the white-eyed old man left, I am afraid that none of the remaining 8 Void Refining Puppet Masters could be Ning Fan's opponent.

"If anyone else wants to compete with Lu for a task, please come forward and teach me." Ning Fan glanced at the remaining eight puppet masters lightly.

Being caught by Ning Fan's gaze, the four of them rushed to the void, and the three Taixu puppet masters were all very worried.

As puppet masters, they rely on their puppets to fight. Without their puppets, they are useless.

Seeing that Ning Fan's Shenxuan Arm Armor was so domineering and destroyed 16 puppets at the peak of god transformation with one punch, how could they dare to take out the puppets and fight Ning Fan.

Their puppet skills are not as strong as the white-eyed old man, nor are they as many puppets as the white-eyed old man. Even the white-eyed old man is no match for Ning Fan.

If they fight Ning Fan, they will most likely end up with all their puppets destroyed...

For a moment, everyone was silent.

The four Chongxu puppet masters shook their heads and sighed, turned around and left, giving up this task. Although the puppets refined by Master Wan Changkong were rare, it would be too unworthy to lose all their wealth for a Peeping Void puppet.

The three Taixu puppet masters each snorted coldly and glared at Ning Fan resentfully. In the end, no one dared to take action again, and they all walked away.

Only the girl in green clothes showed struggle and did not leave immediately.

She bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something, but sighed slightly and left after all.

In the end, only Ning Fan and Tang Xiong were left on the ruins of the palace hall.

Tang Xiong sighed. He sent out more than ten sound transmissions and flying swords throughout the city. He informed his subordinates not to be nervous. The previous fluctuations in fighting skills were not due to someone attacking Xiyi City, but just fighting skills.

He pointed a finger, and the magic power of the wood element spread for hundreds of miles, and a giant tree grew again on the ground. The heart of the tree was hollowed out, and it turned into a brand new palace.

"I wonder when your friend will enter Tang Valley to kill the Tree King and complete the mission?" Tang Xiong asked very politely.

"When night falls, I will enter Yugu... and say goodbye!"

Ning Fan took away the mission jade slip, clasped his fist slightly at Tang Xiong, turned into a ray of light, and flew out of the city.

The reason why he chose to enter Yugu at night was because the tree demons could heal themselves with the help of sunlight during the day and were quite difficult to deal with.

Killing the Tree King at night is slightly less difficult.

Ning Fan left Yiyi City and headed eastward. He traveled about 30 million miles before he flew outside Tang Valley and stopped his flight. He stood on the top of a tree mountain and waited quietly for nightfall.

It was already sunset, the evening breeze was blowing on my face, and the sun was setting.

Ning Fan felt calm in his heart. He was not afraid of the Vine Emperor's pursuit, nor was he afraid of offending the nine puppet masters.

The mission jade slip contained a map of Tang Valley. Ning Fan carefully planned in his mind how to kill the two tree kings who had returned to their original cultivation base in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

There are countless tree demons entrenched in the Tang Valley. These tree demons have low intelligence and fierce personalities. They will attack all monks who enter the valley indiscriminately.

The bodies of these tree demons are tough and suitable for being refined into puppets. Many puppet masters from Jumang Kingdom like to come to Tanggu to capture tree demons and make puppets...

A few years ago, two tree kings were born in Tang Valley, and they killed many puppet masters who entered Tang Valley... Therefore, the Bamboo King set up this mission to kill the tree kings.

"Puppetry is sometimes very cruel..."

Ning Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly.

When he first heard that someone was killing the Ming Luoshu tribe to make puppets, he was very angry.

But after thinking about it repeatedly, I felt that the behavior of killing people and making puppets is completely normal in the world of cultivation.

Ning Fan himself is a demon who has killed countless people, so he has no right to blame Wan Changkong for his cruelty.

Wan Changkong's massacre of the Ming Luo clan is no different from Ning Fan's massacre of the Demonic Forest, Xinghai, and Thunder Pagoda...

However, from the perspective of the Ming Luo clan, Ning Fan would eventually hate Wan Changkong.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, there is no absolute right or wrong in the world...it just has to do with stance.

Ning Fan raised his palm and looked at the white palm, but he knew that it was covered in blood.
To be continued...