‘The barbarian is the ancestor of nature and the sect of all realms. The barbarian is born in the dust and dies in disaster. All things cannot be clinging to. If you cling to it, you will lose your barbarism...'

"Perhaps, this person is afraid of my blood...perhaps, he is afraid of my way of perseverance!"

Ning Fan flashed again, blocking Fan Lianxiu's front, and pointed.

This finger does not use the art of calamity thoughts, but the art of Dao thoughts!

With one finger, the west wind appears, and the wonder of thousands of rustling leaves immediately appears between the sky and the earth, and the chill of autumn appears!

"Hmph, this guy is really stupid. He hasn't appeared yet. What on earth am I afraid of? It's just a Taoism technique, why should I be afraid!"

Fan Lianxiu sneered, not afraid of the obstruction of Wanye Xiaoxiao in front, and rushed out, trying to directly break the blockade of this technique.

But as soon as he entered the range of this technique and the west wind came over him, Fan Lianxiu's complexion immediately changed drastically, and cold sweat immediately flowed all over his body!

The art of West Wind is the art of Taoism created by Ning Fan, which contains Ning Fan's Taoism!

Even Fan Lianxiu himself did not expect that under the erosion of this Taoist thought, his blood soul body would collapse with Wanye Yeying, and turn into ashes bit by bit!

"The fifth kind! There is actually a fifth kind of power in this child, which can hurt my ancestor!"

"This is...obsession! Damn it, this person is actually a practicing cultivator. He is actually only one practicing cultivator in a million people in the Jie Ling clan!"

"Damn it, damn it! The lethality of obsession to brutal beasts is more terrifying than robbing blood!"

"Ancient statue, protect me!"

The west wind is like a road. Almost in an instant, Fan Lianxiu will be killed here!

When he was about to die, Fan Lianxiu shouted and summoned an ancient statue directly from the depths of the void.

That ancient statue was one of the seven ancient statues used by Ao Xuan and Ancestor Poison Dragon during their blood sacrifice to the wilderness!

As soon as the ancient statue appeared, Fan Lianxiu's blood soul body rushed directly into the ancient statue and possessed it.

In an instant, above the ancient statue, there was an aura comparable to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord, waking up little by little!

With the power of the West Wind Technique, it was no longer possible to hurt Fan Lianxiu inside the ancient statue through the ancient statue.

"Once the blood soul enters the ancient statue, it cannot be separated. I originally planned to devour enough blood food to improve the blood soul's cultivation level and then merge it with the ancient statue. But now it seems that I have to fuse the ancient statue in advance.

.It’s just that, even if I successfully resurrect six days later, my strength will definitely be much lower than before..."

"It's all my fault for this son. I was forced to flee into an ancient statue to take refuge. This son deserves to be killed!"

"Billions of wild souls are here!"

The ancient statue was like an extremely huge stone puppet, walking slowly but firmly through the void towards Ning Fan step by step.

Fan Lianxiu. No more escaping! He wants Ning Fan to pay the price!

As soon as he pointed, a huge blood pool immediately appeared in the void. In the blood pool, bloody souls kept flying out. Each soul was a barbarian who died unjustly in the blood sacrifice wilderness countless years ago!

As soon as those souls appeared, they all glared at Fan Lianxiu angrily, with unforgettable hatred in their eyes.

I don’t know how many souls there are, billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even more...

countless!

Once upon a time, Fan Lianxiu, the sixth-generation barbarian ancestor, became the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit in order to cultivate the blood tribulation. He did not bother to sacrifice the entire wild life with blood in exchange for the opportunity to cultivate the tribulation blood!

The barbarians died without entering reincarnation. Before their souls dissipated, they were all taken away by Fan Lianxiu and refined into the blood pool.

Every barbarian who died had an unforgettable hatred for Fan Lianxiu. That hatred turned into a steady stream of killing incense, accumulated in the blood pool, and continued to settle for countless years.

It was obviously the killing incense used to kill Fan Lianxiu, but for some reason, it could be used by Fan Lianxiu in turn.

This is simply counterintuitive!

"I don't need your faith, I only need hatred! The more you hate me, the better!"

"My ancestor's way is hatred! In this world, the only ones who can use the incense of killing at will are the monks who practice the way of hatred! And my ancestor is one of them!"

"The blood bow spirit appears! The killing barbarian arrows condense!"

The ancient statue sneered, and grabbed the stone hand forward, and a boy with a bow spirit immediately appeared between the sky and the earth.

The young man with a bow spirit had a cold and merciless look. He swayed and turned into a blood bow, which fell into the hands of the ancient statue.

The ancient statue grabbed the blood pool with its big hand, and a steady stream of killing incense immediately transformed into a blood arrow shadow and landed in the hand of the ancient statue.

The left hand bends the bow, the right hand answers the arrow, and once the bow string is opened, the entire interface here is almost about to collapse!

He wanted to kill Ning Fan with this arrow and eliminate the hatred in his heart!

At this moment, his blood soul possesses the ancient statue, and his strength is close to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord. With this killing incense arrow, he is enough to kill any monk under the Immortal Lord!

This is a blow from the Eternal Immortal Lord, and he is convinced that no one in this world can take it!

He wantonly collects the hatred of all people, he ignores the anger of all people, and he does not need all living beings to believe in him!

In the blood pool, the remnant souls of the barbarians who had been dead for many years did not dare to look at them and screamed desperately.

They are not willing to give in!

They hate Fan Lianxiu, and their hatred turns into incense for killing. They only hope that one day, someone can take away the incense and kill Fan Lianxiu!

But what makes them sad is that even the murderous incense they created out of hatred has become a tool for Fan Lianxiu to display his magical powers, and is being exploited...

Is this the sorrow of the weak...

At the moment when the ancient statue bent its bow and nocked an arrow, countless living beings in this world all had a sense of mortal danger in an instant.

The arrow was clearly aimed at Ning Fan, but the attack range included all living creatures here!

The more advanced a person is, the stronger the sense of crisis will be.

Will die! Will die! Will die!

Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua Ancestor were filled with regret and remorse. They never imagined that following Ning Fan would result in them being killed by an arrow from a peerless beast.

If they had known this, they would never have followed Ning Fan here. It was too late to escape now!

The earth demon and Taoist Iron Crow all showed unwilling expressions.

The two of them lowered their status and became slaves to Ning Fan just to save their lives. How could they be willing to die?

But the power of an arrow from the ancient statue is too strong. Only when the two of them are in their prime can they block this power with the Immortal Master. Once they are hit by the arrow at this moment, they will definitely die!

The Moon Burial Fairy Princess was almost crying!

She is not afraid of the arrow. If hit by the arrow, she may be the only person here who will not be shot to death.

When she was at her peak, she was still the Nine Tribulations Immortal Emperor. No matter how weak the remnant god was, it would be impossible to kill her. Even if she was hit by an arrow, her injuries would be more serious at most, and her life would not be in danger.

But she was afraid that Ning Fan would be shot to death!

Is it possible that she fell into Ning Fan's tribulation ban? If Ning Fan dies, the tribulation ban will wipe her out, is there any chance!

The only thing that can kill her here is the damn Jie Jin, no one!

"Fight! Even if I use the last strength of my mother, Can Shen, I still have to save the little thief's life!"

The Moon Burial Fairy Princess bit her silver teeth and without saying a word, she flew out and tried her best to protect Ning Fan.

Unfortunately, before she could take action, a giggling little loli flashed out and stood in front of Ning Fan with the sound of silver thunder all over her body.

She is the spirit of the immortal Loli who ran out from the Julei Banner after eating and drinking enough.

At this moment, all the golden color of the immortal soul of the fairy Loli is gone, and no trace of gold can be seen. Others cannot tell that this soul is the soul of the Immortal Emperor.

Unless she wants to!

After eating and drinking enough in the Thunder Banner, Xian Loli still has not recovered her memory and has not been able to complete the evolution of her thunder body.

However, her aura has skyrocketed all the way to the level of the early stage of broken thoughts.

Although it is only the early stage of broken thoughts, but with such aura, even when facing the ancient statue at this moment, there is no fear!

"Dad, don't be afraid, the immortals will protect you!"

"No one is allowed to hurt my father!"
Chapter completed!