Immortal-level figures are at least above the seventh floor at this moment. At this time, the Poison Dragon Ancestor is almost reaching the eighth floor, while Ning Fan is still on the fifth floor of Tianque. The two are too far apart, even if they are

The Poison Dragon Patriarch's immortal cultivation level would take a lot of time to get from the seventh level to the fifth level.

"In order to fulfill the clan leader's order, I can only take a trip to the lower heaven."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor shook his head, turned around and strode back towards the lower Tianque.

At this moment, there are eight immortal masters in the Nine Heavenly Palace: four Barbarian Ancestors, two Demon Clan Immortal Masters, and two Human Clan Immortal Masters. The height of the Poison Dragon Ancestor was originally ranked sixth, second only to the four

Manzu and Ao Xuan.

The Poison Dragon Patriarch returned through a circuitous route, hiding his aura and almost making no sound, but he was still noticed by the two immortals behind him, Liuhe and Miaoyan.

"Weird, why does this poisonous dragon old man not go up but go down? Doesn't he want to go to the top floor and fight for the ancient passage..."

Liuhe and Miaoyan each had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't figure it out, so they stopped thinking about it and continued to move forward.

While the Poison Dragon Ancestor was retracing his steps, Ning Fan was climbing all the way, trying to catch up with the seventh-generation barbarian ancestor as early as possible and take back the souls of millions of barbarians.

With the power of many incense rockets, Ning Fan galloped forward, and each palace could only trap him for half a breath. It was not until he reached the 52nd palace on the fifth floor that his eyes narrowed slightly and he felt the 52nd palace.

The vast coercion coming from within.

"The 52nd palace is the 496th palace I have passed along the way. After 396, it turned out to be 496..."

The pressure of the palace in the 52nd Palace was many times stronger than that of the previous palaces. Even though Ning Fan was protected by incense rockets, he still felt like his breathing was heavy when he entered the palace.

He didn't say much, and walked out of the 52nd house despite the pressure, spending a total of 10 breaths.

After breaking through the 52nd house, a lot of wild blood was born in Ning Fan's body. It was swallowed up by the robbery blood. The improvement of the robbery blood was very slight, and Ning Fan didn't care.

Starting from the 52nd house, the pressure of each house becomes heavier. Ning Fan needs 10 breaths to break through each house.

This is still the speed with the fragrant rocket to protect the body. Without the fragrant rocket to protect the body, with Ning Fan's current cultivation level, as soon as he enters this palace, he will be directly shaken by the coercion and vomit blood and fly out.

With his level of cultivation, it would be too difficult for him to ascend to the higher level of the Nine Heavenly Palace. But since he decided to fight the seventh barbarian ancestor and regain the barbarian soul, no matter how difficult the journey was, he would not look back.

The 53rd house, the 54th house, the 55th house... Ning Fan walked all the way to the 56th house. The corresponding number of this house is 500. In this house, Ning Fan also did not face the fifth disaster, nor did he

Don't care.

The further back he went, the harder it became to move. I don't know how long it took. Ning Fan just walked out of the 111th Palace and reached the highest point of the fifth floor.

This time, not only was there no voice from the old stone statue, but even the teleportation circle that was supposed to appear did not appear.

"You can only tear the sky apart and reach the sixth floor by your own means."

Ning Fan suddenly turned his hand, and the Zhanyi Dao Sword glowing with purple energy appeared directly in his hand. He slashed towards the sky with one sword, directly cutting a gap on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, and jumped in.

After experiencing a burst of void turbulence, Ning Fan appeared on the sixth floor of Tianque. The environment on this floor was completely different from the previous five floors. The clouds and mist in the sky were all red. Scarlet thunderbolts were constantly falling from the sky, rumbling.

The sound shook people's eardrums.

But Ning Fan had no intention of seeing the scenery here, because as soon as he entered the sixth floor, Ning Fan was immediately targeted by a huge murderous intention.

Just on the platform he was standing on, a hundred feet away, stood an old man with purple hair and dragon horns proudly. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and he turned out to be the Poison Dragon Ancestor!

"Your Excellency has finally arrived on the sixth floor. I have been waiting for so long..."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor was sleeping with his eyes closed, as if he wanted to say something grand to Ning Fan, and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ning Fan's ghostly silver-haired appearance, and his eyes were shocked, and his face was full of difficulty.

With a confident expression, he lost his voice and said, "How could it be you! Could it be that you took away the clan leader's first energy?! Impossible!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor received an order from the patriarch, ordering him to come to the lower levels to find a mysterious Immortal Lord and recapture the Shi Qi. Along the way, the Poison Dragon Ancestor imagined various scenarios of encountering the mysterious Immortal Lord, but he did not expect that what the Patriarch said would happen.

The mysterious Immortal Lord will be Ning Fan.

The strange thing is that the projection of the demon on Ning Fan was too blurry, so the leader of the True Dragon Clan did not clearly see the appearance of Ning Fan's ghostly face and silver hair. The ancestor of the Poison Dragon rushed to the lower level after receiving the order from the leader, and he did not know what he was looking for.

That person is Ning Fan.

Ghost face with silver hair, ghost face with silver hair! How could the Poison Dragon Ancestor forget Ning Fan's appearance, how could he forget it!

As soon as the initial shock passed, the eyes of the Poison Dragon Ancestor immediately surged with murderous intent. Without saying a word, he directly used a shining silver ruler magic weapon and struck it down on Ning Fan's head!

As soon as the silver ruler soared into the air, it immediately transformed into ten thousand. Suddenly, the shadows of countless silver rulers changed like raindrops and fell towards Ning Fan head-on.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other. The Poison Dragon Ancestor couldn't understand how Ning Fan could reach the sixth level with his cultivation. He also couldn't understand how Ning Fan could become the mysterious Immortal Lord mentioned by the clan leader and take away the throne.

The patriarch’s initial anger. But it doesn’t matter. After he kills Ning Fan and searches for Ning Fan’s soul and destroys his memory, he will naturally know everything!

That silver ruler is a magic weapon of the Twelve Nirvanas of the day after tomorrow, called Yaoyuan Ruler. It is fully activated by the Immortal Master of the Poison Dragon Ancestor. Only the Immortal Master cannot forcefully resist the attack of this treasure.

This Demonic Ruler is not only powerful, it is also equipped with a special magical power: [Bloodline Suppression]! Any magical power that requires mobilizing the power of blood can be forcibly interrupted by the Demonic Ruler! This treasure was used by the Poison Dragon Ancestor to capture Ning.

Fan, specially borrowed it from a certain immortal from the True Dragon Clan.

In the eyes of the Poison Dragon Ancestor, Ning Fan is just a junior whose cultivation level is around the Shekong Realm. If not for the frequent attacks by the two immortals Liuhe and Miaoyan, he would have captured and killed Ning Fan long ago. Although Ning Fan

Although his cultivation level is not high, there are still things that make him afraid.

"What this son needs to be most afraid of is the ancestral bloodline of his Fuli clan! Back then, he burned the ancestral blood and unexpectedly snatched the ancestral bow from me in one fell swoop. This is the shame of my life! I remember that this son burned all his blood back then.

For one drop of ancestral blood, there are still three drops of ancestral blood in the body. If today, this man goes crazy again and burns the remaining three drops of ancestral blood, I am afraid that even if I try my best, I will not be able to kill him. Fortunately, I borrowed the demon

Yuan Chi, with this ruler here, I can’t even think about burning my blood!”

The Poison Dragon Ancestor's gaze became more and more cruel, and he looked at Ning Fan as if he were a dead person.

According to Poison Dragon Ancestor, this Demonic Yuan Ruler has the great magical power of blood suppression. If Ning Fan burns blood, he will be suppressed in an instant, causing the burning of blood to be interrupted. If Ning Fan does not burn blood, with his little cultivation

, absolutely unable to withstand the attack of the magic weapon of the twelve nirvanas the day after tomorrow!

"Is it the magic weapon of the twelve nirvanas the day after tomorrow..."

As soon as Ning Fan entered the sixth floor, he was attacked by the Poison Dragon Ancestor. He was slightly frightened, but he did not panic at all. Along the way, Ning Fan fought against the Immortal Lord for the first time. He said nothing.

As soon as he slapped the sword bag, five sword lights flew out from the sword bag. Facing the thousands of feet of rain in the sky, he slashed directly!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The five sword lights are naturally the five Rain Fairy Swords that Ning Fan has been practicing for many years. Among them, the four fine dust swords are only the acquired five levels of nirvana, and have already been seriously damaged in the previous fighting. At this moment, with the thousands of feet

The rain hit them. The four swords whimpered in unison and shattered into powder in the rain that filled the sky.

For Duzhen cultivators, the acquired five nirvana magic weapons are considered top-notch equipment, but in front of twelve nirvana magic weapons such as Yao Yuan Chi, the five nirvana magic weapons appear to be insufficient in power.

Seeing that all four of Weichen's swords were destroyed, Ning Fan secretly sighed in his heart, but said nothing more. He controlled the last fairy sword with all his strength and continued to fight against Chi Yu.

The last fairy sword was naturally a clutch sword of the twelfth level of Nirvana. With this sword in hand, Ning Fan was able to block the rain from the sky for a moment!

"The Immortal Sword of the Twelve Nirvanas!" Poison Dragon Ancestor narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I didn't expect that you, a junior, actually have a magic weapon of the Twelve Nirvana level in your hands! Even the immortals like us don't have many magic weapons of this level.

But unfortunately, for you, the level of this treasure is too high. With your cultivation level, I am afraid you can only exert part of the power of this sword. But I am different, you can exert the power of twelve points of the demon yuan ruler.

, your sword cannot fight against my precious ruler!"

As the Poison Dragon Ancestor spoke, he suddenly changed his finger gestures. The rain of rulers in the sky immediately dissipated, revealing the true form of the Demonic Yuanchi. The Demonic Yuanchi suddenly transformed and turned into a thousand-foot-long silver demonic dragon, heading in the direction of the Clutch Sword.

In one swallow, he actually swallowed the Clutch Sword into his belly.

"From today onwards, this sword belongs to me! Humph! If you have other twelve nirvana magic weapons, use them all and give them to me together!" Poison Dragon Ancestor sneered slightly, with an extremely contemptuous expression, and said in his mouth

Although I said this, I don't think Ning Fan has other twelve nirvana magic weapons.

It is rare for an ordinary Eternal Immortal to have a Twelve Nirvana Treasure. In the view of the Poison Dragon Patriarch, Ning Fan is not an Eternal Immortal. It is already rare to have a Twelve Nirvana Treasure, and the chance of having a second one is really low.

.

In fact, Ning Fan still has one of the Twelve Nirvana Magic Treasures. Back then, Ning Fan obtained the Three Treasures of the Six Desire Immortal King, but the Desire Relief Pearl had been destroyed. The Clutch Sword was sacrificed by Ning Fan and became one of the Five Swords of Rain. There is also another one.

The treasure is also of the twelfth level of nirvana, and it is the [Burning Cang Fan] that can activate corpse fire to hurt people.

Only those with the bloodline of the Corpse Demon can use the Burning Cang Fan. In the past, Ning Fan had insufficient mana and had never used this fan. But now that his cultivation has broken through the middle stage of the True Transformation, and he has also achieved a small degree of blood tribulation, he can barely use it.

Under this condition, some of the power of Burning Cang Fan can also be exerted.

Ning Fan naturally understood that his cultivation level was too different from that of the Poison Dragon Ancestor. Even using the Twelve Nirvana magic weapon, the power of the magic weapon that he could exert was definitely not as powerful as the Poison Dragon Ancestor.

Theoretically, if he uses the Burning Cang Fan to attack the Poison Dragon Ancestor, he will probably not be able to harm the Poison Dragon Ancestor at all.

But in fact, as one of the Three Treasures made famous by the Six Desires Immortal King, the most powerful thing about Burning Cangshan is not that it hurts people, but that it harms people.

"If you want to take away my magic weapon, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Ning Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand, and saw a flash of red light, and a huge cattail leaf fan covered in red appeared in his hand.

As soon as the fan came out, the temperature between heaven and earth immediately became a little hotter. Faintly, there was more fire flowing above the fan.

"Another magic weapon of the Twelve Nirvana!" Poison Dragon Patriarch's eyes suddenly became hot, and he was even a little jealous of Ning Fan, a junior in his heart.

He himself only has one Twelve Nirvana Magical Treasure, and together with the borrowed Demon Yuan Ruler, there are only two Twelve Nirvana Magical Treasures in total. Ning Fan, a mere junior who is not even in the Broken Thought Realm, actually has two of them.

The Twelve Nirvana Magical Treasure really makes the Poison Dragon Patriarch somewhat unbalanced.

The flaming red cattail leaf fan in front of him looked like it was not ordinary at first sight. The Poison Dragon Ancestor was heartbroken. As long as he killed Ning Fan, this precious fan would naturally belong to him.

"This treasure belongs to me too!" Poisonous Dragon Ancestor sneered. He pointed towards the sky, and the silver dragon transformed into the Demonic Yuan Chi immediately moved towards Ning Fan and swallowed it in one gulp, actually trying to slap him and him.

and swallow it.

Ning Fan showed a ruthless look on his face. He held a candle bow in his left hand and a Burning Cang Fan in his right hand. All his magic power and the power of his thoughts of calamity flowed into the Burning Cang Fan. He suddenly raised his hand and aimed at the silver dragon.

Under this fan, red fire smoke immediately swept across the sky and the earth. There were even endless threads of flames tearing through the sky!
To be continued...