The Eleven True Fire, a magic weapon whose power is comparable to the acquired Eleven Nirvana, was cultivated by Ning Fan within these three days!

At this moment, Ning Fan's demonic fire already had a strange black-red color, and gradually gained a hint of the characteristics of the evil beast's fire.

The flames began to be filled with dense flame runes, and as the fire burned, the sounds of wind and thunder could be heard.

It is simply a replica of the Fire of the Evil Beast, even the path of the flow of the Fire is very similar!

Ning Fan's demonic fire also inherited the domineering flame power of the evil beast's fire, which was probably much more powerful than the ordinary real fire.

It's quite a gain.

Of course, there is a greater harvest, and that is ancestral blood!

On the fourth day, Ning Fan completely refined the surrounding sea of ​​​​fire, and the giant shadow of the evil beast above the valley roared unwillingly and finally dispersed.

The entire valley has been reduced to ruins, with only a pool of black water still remaining.

The sixth loss, completely overcome!

Among a hundred Shaosi barbarians, only three or four could survive the sixth loss, and Ning Fan was the one who survived!

After surviving the sixth injury, Ning Fan cultivated three drops of barbarian ancestral blood, which was swallowed up bit by bit by the robbery blood almost tyrannically.

The level of calamity blood is gradually moving from the two-star level to the three-star level, and is about a quarter of the way towards the three-star level.

It's so difficult to break through the three-star realm! Ning Fan's eyes were even more moved.

Although Ning Fan has not broken through three-star True Blood level, Ning Fan's Tribulation Blood cultivation level has improved a lot.

At this moment, Ning Fan can be considered a master in the late stage of Suinian based on his power of calamity blood alone. In the late stage of Suinian, there are very few people who can defeat him!

"Next, is the seventh loss!"

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. If the sixth damage can be overcome, then the seventh damage must be given a try. He will give up directly and never give up.

"The seventh damage is coming soon. You can survive the sixth damage, which really surprises me. But the seventh damage is definitely not something you can survive now... I will directly help you open the sky-defying formation.

Go ahead." The eyeball monster's advice came at the right time, with a rather solemn tone.

The sixth loss is that among a hundred Shaosi barbarians, there are always three or four who can survive.

But the seventh loss was that even among a thousand Shaosi barbarians, only one person could survive.

The eyeball monster didn't think that Ning Fan would be the one-in-a-thousand young man.

"As long as things in this world have not happened, the outcome cannot be determined. You have to give it a try. Seniors, don't rush to activate the formation. If something cannot be done, the juniors will ask the seniors to take action and will not take action.

It’s a joke about your own life.”

Ning Fan's eyes were firm, this disaster was a great opportunity, if he missed it, it would be difficult to find such an opportunity to increase his cultivation level.

It would take hundreds or even tens of millions of years for others to repair one drop of ancestral blood, but he only needed to survive one damage to repair several drops of ancestral blood...

This opportunity is once in a lifetime, don't miss it!

"That's all, you can try if you want. Don't say the seventh loss, it's the eighth loss or the ninth loss. As long as you are willing, I will give you a chance to cross the ferry. Young people, don't look back until you hit the south wall.

It doesn't matter if you hit it a few times." Hehe. If you hit your head and get bleeding, you will naturally be in a mess and ask me for help. The eyeball monster thought in a good mood.

Boom!

Above the sky, the roar of thousands of troops and horses suddenly came. Among the red clouds covering the sky, the shadows of ancient chariots kept appearing.

These chariots are pulled by giant dragons. Around the chariots, there are countless shadowy weapons of barbarian cultivators flying.

There are so many chariots that the sky is like clouds; there are so many monks that there is no end to them!

Behind countless barbarian cultivators and chariots, stood a giant taller than the sky, with seven huge skeletons hanging around his neck, and his bronze muscles were filled with the power to destroy the world.

The seventh calamity is coming!

"The sixth loss is to contend with the fire of evil beasts. The seventh loss is to contend with these thousands of chariots and barbaric cultivators..."

Ning Fan secretly thought about it. Suddenly his eyes sharpened, and he saw the giant raised his right hand as if inadvertently.

It was obviously just an extremely random move, but the movement of his fist bone easily cut through the sky and the earth, causing the world to completely plunge into darkness at this moment, as if it was about to be annihilated in the darkness.

There were no signs to be found. In this endless night, the vitality in Ning Fan's body began to be annihilated crazily, and then even his physical body and soul were on the verge of annihilation.

"I am the seventh-generation barbarian god Tagu...the shadow of the mountains and seas left behind...indestructible from ancient times to the present..." the giant said with a dull expression.

"I use bones as mountains... blood as seas... palms as roads... roads as rivers..."

The giant recited the ancient words numbly, raised his right hand, and grasped the lake water below with his fingers clasped together.

This grasp seemed to be an understatement and silent, but in an instant, the entire world turned into a long black river.

Everything in front of him disappeared! Ning Fan couldn't see the eyeball monster, couldn't see the ruins of the valley, couldn't see the lake, couldn't see the thousands of chariots and barbarian cultivators.

He could only see himself standing on the long black river, and the ancient giant standing proudly in the night sky.

His body kept sinking towards the long river, and his Tao seemed to be completely dissolved in the long river!

Not only the vitality in his body, but also his cultivation, his Tao, and his will will sink into this river!

I can't resist, I can't defeat this black river!

It can only sink, it can only fall. Even the Immortal King will die, and even the Immortal Emperor will have difficulty resisting.

"Well, this boy is really lucky. As the seventh victim, he actually met the shadow of the mountain and sea of ​​the seventh generation of barbarian gods... Ordinary young masters, but few people can encounter the robbery of the palm of the barbarian god...

I really don’t know whether to call him lucky or unlucky. His seventh injury is more difficult to overcome than ordinary people..."

"Three breaths, if he opens his mouth within three breaths, I will save him." The eyeball monster said solemnly.

Barbarian God is the title of the supreme ruler of the ancient barbarian world. In the same era, there will only be one Barbarian God on the throne.

The Barbarian God is not necessarily the strongest among the barbarians, but his power is overwhelming.

Of course, this does not mean that the Barbarian God is not powerful. At least the seventh-generation Barbarian God Tagu is not a weakling. Although he was not a saint during his lifetime, he was almost invincible in the second step.

Tagu's most powerful magical power in his life was called Dao Ruoyanliu. When he was in his prime, he used this magical power to kill many immortal emperors.

The Immortal Emperor is difficult to kill, as the Yuan Shen is protected by the Emperor's Qi, but this technique is powerful enough to kill the Immortal Emperor.

What Ning Fan needs to face at this moment is the technique of Dao Ruo Oblivion.

Sinking, sinking continuously!

As soon as his breath passed, Ning Fan felt that he was sinking thousands of feet into the long black river. After embarking on the path of cultivation, he would have been able to breathe long ago, but sinking into this long river, for the first time, he felt like he was suffocating.

His vitality was melting crazily in this long river. By the second breath, more than half of the vitality in his body had been lost.

The third breath. The vitality in his body is almost exhausted and he is not far from death.

His body was unprecedentedly weak. It was as if all his magic power had been dissolved in the long river, and he couldn't even lift up any strength.

Gradually, he no longer sank, but gained a foothold in the river. The place where he stood was a stone bridge, which was the True Dao Bridge built by him.

The real bridge is collapsing little by little in the long river. If the real bridge collapses, the road will be destroyed and people will die!

In front of his eyes, memories of the past were constantly reappearing. In one scene, there was the snow of Qimei, the rain of Yue Kingdom, and the endless sea of ​​cultivation blood...

All memories have a tendency to dissipate at this moment, becoming more and more blurred, as if they are going to be buried in this long river.

This technique is called Tao Ruo Yanliu.

This technique can destroy humanity. It can destroy people's lives. It can also destroy people's memories and everything the enemy has left in this world.

Let all indelible things, if they flow into oblivion or dissipate, be buried forever in the long river...

Ning Fan's memory became more and more blurred. His memory seemed to be emptied by some force. Gradually, he forgot the voices and faces of his parents, the chrysanthemum-like smile of the old devil. He forgot the snow of Qimei. Gradually,

He almost couldn't even remember the face of the paper crane.

Who is Paper Crane, where is Qimei...

who I am...

"It's three breaths. If we don't take action, this boy will really be trapped in the annihilation technique. Even the immortal emperor can be trapped in the magical power. How can this boy break it? What kind of cultivation level does he have?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that he seems to have lost his voice to ask me for help, so I have to take the initiative to save him. What a loss..."

Is it not a loss if I lose an opportunity to beg for mercy?

The eyeball monster muttered dissatisfiedly, and was about to activate the deceiving formation, when suddenly his eyes were startled.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the night that shrouded the world, like a bright crack, tearing open from the darkness.

The bright light only appeared for a moment, and was soon swallowed up by the night. However, the eyeball monster still couldn't hide his shock.

Gradually, more and more light began to tear apart the darkness, but was soon swallowed up by the darkness again.

"This kid didn't completely lose consciousness during the Annihilation Technique. He can still compete with this technique!" The eyeball monster hesitated. He was hesitating whether to immediately activate the Heaven-Deceiving Formation or whether to let Ning Fan try to crack the seventh

chance of loss.

At this moment, in the endless darkness, Ning Fan's voice suddenly sounded, with a sense of determination.

"I don't care who you are, but please don't disturb me."

"This river has taken away my memory, now I want to take it back!"

Ning Fan actually spoke up to stop the eyeball monster from activating the formation!
To be continued...