The Ziwu sword cultivator snorted disdainfully. "You ant, you can't escape! The sword is locked in the air!"

This person emitted purple sword thoughts, and patches of sky were immediately blocked by this person. Ning Fan had no way to escape!

Without saying a word, Ning Fan escaped into Yuanyao Realm with his two girls.

The Yuanyao world is a small world, and even an ordinary immortal emperor may not be able to break open this world.

But Ning Fan underestimated the power of Ziwu Sword Cultivator.

The Ziwu Sword Cultivator smiled coldly, slashed down with one sword, and Yuanyao Realm was split into two halves!

The green coffin where Ning Fan, Hongyi, the little demon girl and Mu Weiliang were all fell out of the Yuanyao Realm!

And the Yuan Yao jade between Ning Fan's fingers broke into two halves!

"This person is powerful enough to blow up the world!"

Ning Fan's expression changed drastically. He had never been so nervous before.

If he was the only one here, even if he was weak, he would not be afraid of the Immortal Emperor.

But he is not the only one here!

"Lock!"

The Ziwu Sword Cultivator casually locked Ning Fan in place, unable to activate even half of his magic power.

The Immortal Emperor-level pressure dissipated, and Ning Fan was immediately suppressed on the wooden bridge like a dead dog.

I can't move at all! I don't even have the strength to resist!

Just because Ziwu Sword Cultivator is the Immortal Emperor, and he is too weak!

"Who are you!"

"You ask me who I am? Haha, I am the one who killed your whole family! This woman is not bad. She has a way of cultivating thunder, and she has half a thunder star from Tai Su Lei Emperor... Is she an important person to you?"

Immortal Emperor Ziwu looked at Ning Fan with a half-smile.

"..." Ning Fan didn't say anything because he couldn't figure out what this person was thinking.

Judging from this person's tone, it seems that he only has great hostility towards himself.

If you admit that Hong Yi is important to you, you may bring Hong Yi down.

"Oh? Isn't she important to you? Then I will... kill her!"

"By the way, let me tell you some news that you don't know... She is Ning Honghong!"

Immortal Emperor Ziwu made a horizontal move with his long sword, and slashed through Hong Yi's neck.

At this moment, Hongyi was still addicted to the illusion and did not realize that he was facing a huge danger.

Even if she realizes it, how can she avoid the Immortal Emperor's blow...

"stop!"

Ning Fan's eyes were blood red. He had suspected that Hongyi was Ning Honghong before, but he could not prove his suspicion.

Unexpectedly, Hong Yi is actually Ning Honghong, the same Ning Honghong who lived and died with him in the Demonic Forest!

He wanted to resist the pressure of the Immortal Emperor and climbed up from the wooden bridge.

But the more you resist, the heavier the pressure becomes!

The bones were crushed to pieces, the sea of ​​consciousness was crushed to pieces, and the soul was crushed to the point of becoming unreal and dying!

Ning Fan's skin was cracked, blood was flowing freely, his white clothes were dyed red, but he couldn't move even a little bit!

Can't climb, can't climb!

The weak can't protect anything!

laugh!

The sword light cut through Hong Yi's neck, and the sword energy penetrated the wound and wreaked havoc in her body, twisting her soul into pieces!

Hong Yi finally woke up and found to her disbelief that she was actually going to die...

She looked at Immortal Emperor Ziwu angrily, turned around, and looked at Ning Fan reluctantly. There seemed to be something she wanted to say in her eyes. She opened her mouth, but could no longer say anything.

The body fell on the wooden bridge...

"Who are you! Who are you!"

Ning Fan seems to have lost his mind. He has sacrificed his life to this day since he started cultivating Taoism. He has not let any woman behind him die on the path of cultivating Taoism.

But today, Hong Yi died in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even hold her body!

"I am the one who killed your whole family, haha! This woman is not bad either. She has a Void physique and practices the Void Sutra. She is from Shenxu Pavilion, right? Shenxu Pavilion, haha... Is she important to you?"

Immortal Emperor Ziwu looked at Ning Fan mockingly.

"What do you want!"

"I want...to kill her."

Immortal Emperor Ziwu sneered. With a wave of his sword, he left a beautiful wound on the little demon girl's neck.

The little demon girl's body drew a sad arc and fell onto the wooden bridge.

Before she died, she didn't show the slightest hint of laughter, she just couldn't bear to look at Ning Fan, reluctant to let go, reluctant to let go... It was as if she was only attached to this one person in this life...

The beautiful eyes like black gemstones gradually dimmed and eventually lost their sparkle.

"She seems to have feelings for you, but you don't know. Maybe you won't be heartbroken if she dies." Immortal Emperor Ziwu said sarcastically.

Ning Fan was stunned. He never knew that the little demon girl had feelings for him.

He didn't even know why the little demon girl looked at him with such reluctant eyes. She kept looking at him...

His heart seemed to be suddenly empty, his eyes were blood red, and his whole body suddenly turned into black!

But as soon as the ink shadow dispersed, he was gone.

The ink shadow condensed again, and he had appeared behind Immortal Emperor Ziwu, rushing towards him madly.

"You...damn it!"

"Is the incarnation of Immortal Emperor Taichang's soul... broken!"

Immortal Emperor Ziwu seemed to be able to make the whole world collapse with just one finger!

With one finger, Ning Fan transformed into silence and retreated into his white-clothed body. He fell on the wooden bridge with his breath dying, his eyes full of unwillingness and guilt...

"This corpse demon seems pretty good... Oh? She actually has the blood of the Heavenly Emperor clan... She seems very important to you, right?"

"Stop! Stop it!"

Ning Fan roared, struggled to get up from the ground, and angrily rushed towards the Ziwu Immortal Emperor, protecting the green coffin behind him.

Immortal Emperor Ziwu just flicked his sleeves, and an unimaginable force hit Ning Fan's chest, causing Ning Fan to vomit blood and half kneel to the ground...

One sword split open the coffin!

Another sword strike, until Mu Weiliang is sleeping!

"Kneel down and beg me, I will let her go. How about that?" Immortal Emperor Ziwu looked at Ning Fan with disdain.

"good!"

Ning Fan's eyes gradually calmed down, he glanced at Qing Coffin and closed his eyes in silence.

In his previous life, he was a butterfly, and it was Mu Weiliang who saved him from death...

No matter what, he couldn't watch Mu Weiliang die!

Even if he gives up his dignity, even if he gives up his glory, even if he gives up his cultivation in this life, even if he loses his Tao and his life, he will still protect her!

He bent his knees and was about to kneel down, but Immortal Emperor Ziwu sneered, "I lied to you."

laugh!

A flash of sword light flashed, and Mu Weiliang's body was immediately seriously injured and he was dying.

"Who are you! Who are you! I must kill you, kill you!"

Ning Fan's soul seemed to be drained out of his body, and his eyes shed tears of blood.

Immortal Emperor Ziwu laughed loudly, seemed very happy, and left in a flash.

There was only a smile full of sarcasm, echoing in this world.

"How can you understand life and death if you have never experienced it? I will give you a fortune that will allow you to watch your beloved die in your arms little by little. It will help you understand life and death and achieve the supreme immortal path! Haha! Speaking of which, I will kill three of your women.

, he can be regarded as your benefactor!"

Ning Fan seemed to have lost all his strength and walked step by step towards the dying Mu Weiliang.

His clothes were in tatters, his feet were bare, and he was stepping on the fragments of the green coffin.

The fragment still carried the old man's sword energy, which stabbed the soles of Ning Fan's feet until blood flowed, but he felt no pain.

He sat next to Mu Weiliang and held Mu Weiliang's gradually cold body in his arms.
To be continued...