Ning Fan's faint words came out, and he didn't even need the help of Xiao Diao's demonic energy. In an instant, the thirteen early-stage ghosts of the Golden Pills shattered their sea of ​​consciousness, their bodies fell to the ground, and blood splattered in dust. Their rosary was all taken away by Ning Fan's sleeves.

Five hundred miles away, an old man in red at the peak of the golden elixir accidentally peeked at Ning Fan with his divine thoughts. Seeing this strange scene, his face immediately changed drastically.

He is the great elder of the Red Tribe, who ruled against countless ghosts, but for the first time in his life, he felt frightened by a young man in Rongling.

"Impossible... This person is only in the late stage of the Ling Ling, why can he kill thirteen golden elixir ghosts instantly! This is simply... absurd!"

He originally wanted to take advantage of Ning Fan's troubled waters, but seeing Ning Fan's strange tricks, how could he dare to take action!

And he immediately made a decision, not only could he not take action, but even the entire Red Tribe was not allowed to take action against Ning Fan.

"This person must not be offended!"

He shook his head firmly and listed Ning Fan as the most undeniable person in the forest of demons and ghosts.

The Qing tribe is destroyed or not, nothing to do with him. What does the Bone Emperor have to do with him? His Red tribe is already in a bad direction with the Bone Emperor and is not in line with the Twelve Ghost tribes.

The only thing he cared about was the two women above Ning Fan's fairy clouds, Mu Weiliang and Ning Honghong, who looked familiar to the old man, but he shook his head and decided not to care.

He hurriedly left to avoid being involved in right and wrong. The great elder of the Red Tribe left behind was in a hurry.
Chapter completed!