In the vast sea of ​​clouds, a golden sword light rushed towards the nearest Tianmen with a speed comparable to that of a Sanxian.

According to what the bald man said, it would take half a month to reach Tianmen with Ning Fan's six-speed escape.

But if he transforms into a loose immortal, he can reach that heavenly gate in only seven days at most.

It has been three days since the bald man and others were killed.

Along the way, whenever someone from the Buried Immortal clan noticed Ning Fan's whereabouts, they immediately sent out a signal and launched an attack on Ning Fan without saying a word.

In three days, Ning Fan killed thousands of powerful people from the immortal clan, and all of them were powerful people above the level of gods.

Sui Xu also killed three people. These three Sui Xu's cultivation levels were not high, and they were only at the first or second level.

"Brother Pancake, there are still treasures in many places in the first heaven. Why don't you go look for them..." Ming Que said with some annoyance.

"If you're on your way, pick it up; if it's not on your way, throw it away." Ning Fan shook his head.

He learned from the memories of the Buried Immortal clan members he killed that not only the First Heaven Realm, but also all the Buried Immortal clan members had been dispatched in the previous twenty-seven days.

These Immortal Burial Clan members were ordered to kill all foreign monks they encountered.

The Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings seemed unable to escape and did not come forward to pursue Ning Fan.

Even so, the Immortal Burial Clan should not be underestimated...

It is said that within the Buried Immortal Clan, there are still some corpse demons with loose immortal cultivation sealed up, all of which were transformed from the corpses of ancient immortals...

Under such circumstances, Ning Fan was naturally not in the mood to hunt for treasure, and just wanted to kill Thirty-Three Heavens as soon as possible.

The more members of the Immortal Burial Clan beheaded, the stronger the corpse energy in Ning Fan's body becomes.

This corpse energy merges into Ning Fan's body, prompting Ning Fan's corpse demon body to slowly move towards the third corpse transformation...

Suddenly, the ancient sword's escaping light was repulsed by a finger light and stopped in the sky.

In front of the ancient sword, a big man in red robes with an evil smile on his face, followed by dozens of Immortal Burial Clan's Transformation Gods and Void Refiners, blocked Ning Fan's path.

"Hey, I'm really lucky. I met two foreign monks. One is Shai Yi and the other is Shai Liu. Hmm? The one with Shai Liu seems to be a monk from the Rain Realm."

This big man in red robe does not look like a member of the Immortal Burial Clan, there is a seemingly invisible fire flowing in his body.

His Taoist name is Yan Zhenzi. He is a monk from the Fire Realm sixty thousand years ago.

That year, he entered the Ancient Heaven as a broken man to seek opportunities. Unfortunately, he was captured by the Buried Immortal clan, planted a ban, and was taken into the clan as a slave.

There were many opportunities in the ancient heaven. Although he was reduced to a slave, his cultivation level improved all the way. Sixty thousand years later, he was already a Broken Seventh cultivator.

It seems that in order to win over Yan Zhenzi, the Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings erased Yan Zhenzi's mind ban, restored his freedom, and allowed him to continue to serve the Immortal Burial Clan as the elder of the guest minister.

There are not a few old monsters from the nine realms like Yan Zhenzi who have become slaves of the Immortal Burial.

Yan Zhenzi looked at Ning Fan with a sneer.

In his understanding, the Rain Realm has always been the weakest among the Nine Realms. Although Ning Fan is Broken Six, it seems that he broke through not long ago, and his combat power is not much higher than expected.

As for Mingque, who had broken a level of cultivation, Yan Zhenzi never put him in his eyes.

"Hehe, this little girl is pretty good. She is full of vitality and can be used as a cauldron. Boy, give this girl to me, and I will leave you with a whole corpse!"

Yan Zhenzi's sneer didn't stop, but his eyes suddenly looked horrified.

But he saw that Ning Fan had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He directly used the Incarnation Soul Extraction Technique, raising his cultivation level to the peak of Broken Seven in an instant.

He raised his finger and an extremely huge golden vortex appeared at the feet of Yan Zhenzi and everyone else.

The dozens of strong men from the Immortal Burial Clan were instantly sucked into the vortex of the empty sky. They let out shrill screams and turned into blood.

Yan Zhenzi's feet were trapped in the golden whirlpool, and his body kept sinking, unable to escape from the whirlpool technique!

One careless move and he was instantly killed by Ning Fan!

Faced with the overwhelming evil aura in Ning Fan's eyes, Yan Zhenzi only felt that his knees were weak...

Ning Fan's evil aura is too powerful. How many Suixu must be killed to have such a powerful evil aura!

"Is he...is he really a monk from the Rain Realm? I never expected that such a powerful demon would appear in the Rain Realm today!"

"Hateful! It took a lot of effort for me to cultivate to the Broken Seven Realm, how could I die here? I won't accept it!"

Between life and death, Yan Zhenzi's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "If fellow Taoist is willing to be merciful, I am willing to allow fellow Taoist to plant restrictions and serve you as my master!"

"Oh? You want to take me as your master?" Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly.

He will ascend one day. If he ascends, the strength of the Rain Realm will be greatly reduced.

If we can subdue some strong men from the Immortal Burial Clan and bring them back to the Rain Realm, it will actually increase the strength of the Rain Realm...

With this thought in his mind, Ning Fan slowed down his finger movements, and his spiritual thoughts came out like a tide, submerging into Yan Zhenzi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Naturally, this was to plant a taboo on Yan Zhenzi.

Yan Zhenzi did not dare to make any resistance. At this moment, he just wanted to survive. Even if he was a slave, he would accept it.

If he really had any backbone, he would not have been a slave to the Burial Immortal Clan in the first place.

After thinking about the Forbidden Seed, Ning Fan removed the swirling sky technique, stood on the tip of the sword, and said coldly to Yan Zhenzi, "Come up, stand behind, don't be an eyesore!"

"yes."

Yan Zhenzi let out a long sigh, jumped up to the tip of the sword, and stood at the hilt, not daring to look at Ning Fan at all.

As for the idea of ​​harvesting bright sparrows to make cauldrons...he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Ning Fan threw out a lot of fairy jade, started the ancient sword to gallop again, and asked Yan Zhenzi coldly, "Are you originally a monk from the fire realm?"

"yes."

"How many monks from the Nine Realms are there like you who serve the Immortal Burial Clan?"

"There are still 29 people, all of whom are Sui Xu cultivators. A total of 22 people below Sui Wu have not had their mental ban revoked. Only those above Sui Wu will be looked down upon and have their mental ban removed."

"Really..."

Ning Fan's eyes flickered, and those whose thoughts were still lingering were not within the scope of his control.

In addition to Yan Zhenzi, there are six Nine Realm monks above Broken Five who can be conquered.

Ning Fan thought about it again, not necessarily only the cultivators from the Nine Realms can conquer them. If they meet the Immortal Burial Clan members above Broken Five, what's the harm if they conquer them all!

Those who do not surrender will be killed!

"Master, do you want to enter the second world through Tianmen No. 2?" Yan Zhenzi gritted his teeth and asked respectfully.

"yes."

From the memory of the bald man, Ning Fan already knew that the Tianmen of each level of heaven were numbered by the Buried Immortal Clan.

"No. My subordinate advises the master to go to Heavenly Gate No. 1. Although Heavenly Gate No. 1 is farther away, it is safer. The person guarding Heavenly Gate No. 2 is an old monster from the Buried Immortal Clan who is at the peak of Shattered Seventh. He is proficient in the art of the Five Elements.

Very powerful." Yan Zhenzi suggested.

Now that Yan Zhenzi has been planted by Ning Fan, if Ning Fan dies, he will die together. He and Ning Fan are like grasshoppers on the same rope.

In his opinion, although Ning Fan is powerful, he may not be able to defeat that old monster at the Seventh Peak.

Even if you can win, you will probably suffer serious injuries, which is really not worth the gain.

Now the entire Immortal Burial Clan is hunting down foreign monks. If Ning Fan is injured, it will naturally be more dangerous.

"There is no need to take a long way. Just go to Tianmen No. 2! You don't need to say anything. If you want to overpower the enemy, what should you do?"

"I should kill powerful enemies for my master..." Yan Zhenzi sighed.

"Just understand!"

Ning Fan glanced at Yan Zhenzi coldly, and without saying another word, he activated the golden ancient sword and galloped all the way.

Four days later, a huge gate as high as the sky appeared far above the sea of ​​clouds!

The Tianmen is black, very ancient, but extremely strong. If the Burial Immortal Clan does not open the door, even the Life Immortal will not be able to destroy the Tianmen.

Outside the Tianmen, there were hundreds of strong men from the Immortal Burial Clan guarding the place. Their cultivation was above that of the Transformation God.

There are five Broken Void monks, two Broken Three, one Broken Four, and one Broken Five.

The last person has the cultivation level of Broken Seven Peak. Although his body is skinny, his whole body is shining with the light of the Five Elements.

This person's name is Lu Xiu, and he is considered a top figure among the Immortal Burial Clan.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a five-color short sword beside him.

When the golden sword light controlled by Ning Fan came, all the Immortal Burial Clan members here looked up to the sky and shouted, "Foreign monks, kill!"

Lu Xiu suddenly grabbed the short sword and stood up suddenly. He held up the five-color short sword and sneered.

"Foreign monk, die!"

The five-color short sword slashed in the air, split into five sword lights of different colors, and struck Ning Fan head-on.

Ning Fan put away the ancient sword and escaped the light, but before taking action, Yan Zhenzi had already risen into the air and blocked the five-color sword light.

He is already Ning Fan's slave, so he naturally needs to show his loyalty properly.

Ning Fan's slightly threatening question still echoed in his ears. If he encounters a strong enemy, he must go all out to fight for Ning Fan...
To be continued...