This is a bloodline sound! It comes from the bloodline of the Barbarian Ancestor!

Although all the Barbarian Blood cultivated by Ning Fan were swallowed up by the Tribulation Blood, they still retained some of the Barbarian Blood's magical powers, so they heard this voice.

Xian Loli couldn't hear this sound, Liu Yan couldn't hear it, not even ancient emperors like the Moon Burial Fairy Princess could hear it.

But Zhao Die'er heard it, and all the barbarians behind Zhao Die'er heard it!

The moment the sound fell, any barbarian who heard the sound felt their souls bursting with pain and fell to the ground screaming.

The souls of these barbarians flew away from their bodies with blank eyes, and then involuntarily turned into illusory streams of light and disappeared in an instant, unknown to where they went...

Ning Fan's soul has already merged with the soul. Although there is a faint pain at this moment, it will naturally not break away from the soul and fly away from the body.

But those barbarians who had been rescued by Ning Fan, those barbarians who had worshiped Ning Fan devoutly, now fell down one by one and lost their souls.

Even Zhao Dieer's vision went dark, and he almost fainted because his soul left his body.

Ning Fan hurriedly came to the rescue and pointed a finger at Zhao Dieer's eyebrows, sealing her soul from leaving the body.

He saved Zhao Dieer.

But he failed to save the millions of barbarians behind him in time!

"Hun Xi, come back!" Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He has been in the wilderness for many years and has read many ancient books in the wilderness. He knows what these four simple words mean.

These four words are the spell of spiritualism that was made famous by Fan Mokong, the seventh-generation barbarian ancestor!

The person who used spiritualism to capture the souls of millions of barbarians was most likely the Seventh Patriarch Fan Mokong!

It is obvious that the last day of the blood sacrifice to the barbarians has come, and it is obvious that as long as they survive today, millions of barbarians can survive.

The barbarians in the entire wilderness have been killed and injured. Only these last million people, they are the last blood of the barbarians...

But those barbarian ancestors still refused to let go of these barbarians, and still used evil barbaric techniques to attract the last of these barbarian souls...

"Uncle...what happened again...why did everyone faint on the ground, why..."

Zhao Dieer's pretty face turned pale, she broke away from Ning Fan's embrace, and looked heartbrokenly at the groups of barbarians falling to the ground on the long street in Tianman City...

No breath, all barbarians have no breath...

Are they dead? Are the last barbarians of the barbarian tribe dead?

There were more and more bad premonitions in her heart, and two glistening tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand...

Why does God treat the barbarians like this? Why must the barbarians be exterminated...Barbarians, what have you done wrong...

Who is it! Who is taking action against the barbarians...

"Don't cry. These barbarians just fainted temporarily and will wake up. Uncle promises. Come and wipe away your tears."

Ning Fan did not tell Zhao Die'er the truth about the Seventh Patriarch's spiritualism. He just patted Zhao Die'er's black hair as before, and said to the fairy Loli beside him,

"Xianxian, you stay here. Protect them. Daddy goes out to do some things and will be back soon."

"Oh, I know. Daddy, be careful when you go out." Xian Loli replied obediently.

"Um."

Ning Fan turned around slightly, stepped hard with his toes, and turned into a golden rainbow, heading straight towards the Nine Heavens Tower.

His expression was originally gentle. But when he turned around, no one saw that the murderous light in Ning Fan's eyes was as cold as a storm!

Barbarian Ancestor, Barbarian Ancestor, Barbarian Ancestor... Barbarian Ancestor again!

Spiritualism is a kind of magical power that the Seventh Ancestor is most good at. It can capture the souls of barbarians from thousands of mountains and rivers, and use them to sacrifice and cast spells.

If the soul can be retrieved and put back into the body before the soul is destroyed, the barbarian whose soul was extracted will not die...

If it is too late and the soul is destroyed, millions of barbarians on this earth will die...

Ning Fan has never been a good person, but this does not mean that Ning Fan has no principles. On the contrary, he is a person who attaches great importance to principles.

There is no reason for the people he saved to be killed a second time!

He wants to save the souls of these barbarians!

"Now in the entire wilderness, almost all the powerful people have gone to the Nine Heavens Palace. There are immortals stationed outside, so nothing will happen."

"Nine Heavenly Palace, I didn't plan to go here, but the Seventh Ancestor is in the Nine Heavens Palace. There, he took away the souls of these barbarians."

"In this case, we have to go to the Nine Heavens Palace no matter what! Is the Seventh Patriarch..."

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he transformed into a golden rainbow. He not only passed through the interfaces of the living doors at an almost terrifying speed.

The ghost's face was filled with a cold air, and silver danced wildly in the void. Along the way, Ning Fan kept swallowing a lot of five-element spiritual objects, and directly refined them with the power of the five-element body, turning them into a steady stream of mana.

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As he was escaping at this moment, with all his strength, he arrived at the Ninth Level Heavenly Palace in less than a hundred breaths.

What comes into view is a towering palace gate that is as high as the sky, and outside the palace gate, a long white jade staircase with a height of 3,300 steps!

On the gate of the palace, there is a calligraphy written with the three ancient immortal characters of Yi Zhongtian. The vermilion ink is as red as blood.

Above the long white jade steps, white mist lingers. The white mist is dense and dense, like the fog in fairyland, carrying an extremely powerful force of forbidden air.

The power of the forbidden air is added to the body, giving people a heavy feeling of carrying a huge mountain. When any monk comes here, he will lose the ability to fly, land on the long steps, and can only climb up on foot.

When Ning Fan arrived, there were three demon cultivators in the early stage of Shekong on the long white jade steps, climbing up with great difficulty.

The three Shekongs were all sweating profusely, as if it was extremely laborious to climb the long white jade stairs.

The reason why it is extremely laborious is that any monk who steps on the long steps will be under heavy pressure.

The pressure on this white jade long step is enough to make it difficult to move in the early stage of Du Zhen. If it is suppressed by the power of the Forbidden Immortal, even in the early stage of She Kong, it will be difficult to withstand such pressure.

Among the three, the one with more profound cultivation has climbed to a height of more than a thousand steps. He is meditating on the spot and recovering his demon power.

It took him a day to climb to this height, and it took another day for the demon cultivator in the early stage of Shekong. He only climbed to seven or eight hundred steps.

"It seems that with the cultivation level of Shekong in the early stage and suppressed by the power of the Forbidden Immortal, it is impossible to climb the white jade steps and enter the ninth level of the sky. No wonder the ancestors of Poison Dragon and Ao Xuan only bring monsters who are above the stage of Shekong.

Xiuqian came here... You and I, the three Shekong early stagers, came here privately. It seems that our trip was in vain. We can't even climb the stairs outside the palace gate..."

"That's all, that's all, you and I can take a short rest here and then return to our clan's base... There is no need to try to enter this place again... Even if there is a chance here, it won't be my turn...

"

The three demon cultivators were panting, and after transmitting messages to each other, they all wanted to leave.

But before the three demons could leave, a golden light broke through the sky, revealing Ning Fan's ghostly silver figure.

As soon as Ning Fan arrived, his body was immediately suppressed by the power of the forbidden air, and he landed on the first step of the White Jade Long Step without concealing his human aura.

When the three demons saw Ning Fan arriving, they were all secretly shocked. When they saw Ning Fan's ghostly face, they were even more shocked.

If their predictions were correct, the person in front of them should be the person for whom the Poison Dragon Ancestor had placed a heavy reward on his head...

"Should we take action against this person... The bounty offered by the Poison Dragon Ancestor is extremely high..." said the weaker one among the three.

"Don't take action. The aura this person exudes is the middle stage of Duzhen. In other words, when this person is not suppressed by the power of the Forbidden Immortal, he is the middle stage of Shekong... The three of you and I have lost a lot of demon power. Even if we join forces,

You may not be able to defeat this person, but you may lose your life in vain..."

"No matter how high the reward is for this person, we can't kill him. We still have to think about how we can protect ourselves if this person attacks us..."

The three demons looked vigilant and sent out their spiritual thoughts one after another, secretly targeting Ning Fan, but no one dared to take action against Ning Fan. They only took out their magic weapons and made defensive postures, for fear that Ning Fan would take action against them.

They locked onto Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts, and just as they circled around Ning Fan, they were immediately swallowed up by an invisible suction force.

Their spiritual thoughts were swallowed up, and all three of them felt severe pain in their consciousness, and their expressions changed greatly. When they looked at Ning Fan again, they were even more fearful, and they were even more afraid to harm Ning Fan.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, seemed to have not seen the three demon cultivators, and just walked up the long white jade steps step by step.

Ning Fan just glanced at these three Shekong demon cultivators without paying too much attention to them, nor did he reveal any murderous intent.

He is not someone who kills monsters whenever he sees them. As long as the other party does not provoke him, he will not take action casually.

Moreover, he is eager to enter the Nine Heavens Palace and regain the souls of millions of barbarians, and he has no time to delay with the three demons here.

Level 1, Level 2, Level 3...

Ning Fan climbed all the way up, his speed was extremely fast, his movements were like ghosts, and in just a few breaths, he had already reached the 782nd level. The pressure that was enough to overwhelm him in the early stage of Du Zhen was actually unable to stop him.

Slow down your pace!

Among the three demons, the yellow-clothed demon cultivator with the weakest cultivation level is at level 782.

When he saw Ning Fan reaching such a height in just a few breaths, his face changed drastically in shock.

According to his guess, even some powerful people in the late Shekong period would not be able to climb the White Jade level as easily as Ning Fan if they were suppressed by the power of the Forbidden Immortal.

He was secretly frightened, thinking that Ning Fan could be an old monster from the late Shekong period!

If he is really in the late stage of Shekong, once he has murderous intentions against him, he will definitely not have the strength to compete...

The yellow-clothed Shekong had a nervous look on his face, while he backed away and spoke to Ning Fan in a speechless tone.

"Tao... Fellow Taoist, you can't take action against me! This will harm the harmony of heaven and earth. Although you and I are of different races, God has the virtue of good life. You can't..."
To be continued...