At first, there was the smell of powder that filled the world. It was not heavy, as clear as running water, but it had a hint of alluring sweetness.

Then, there was a rain of flowers between the heaven and the earth for no reason. The pink and white petals fell rustlingly. I didn’t know what kind of flower they were. There was a kind of drifting sadness.

The eyeball monster's breathing suddenly became heavy, and I really didn't know what organ he was using to breathe.

"The paintings of Xizi, the fourth generation barbarian god, the most beautiful god in the history of the ancient barbarian world! I never thought that I could really see this legendary beauty, good, good!"

Amidst the cries of cries with strange eyes twitching, the shadow of an ancient city slowly appeared in the sky.

It was an extremely dilapidated city. The city was in flames of war, and the long streets were filled with corpses.

In the center of the city, there is an ancient palace, which is collapsing little by little in the light of the fire.

In the sky above the palace, a large area of ​​divine light began to emerge. In the divine light, the shadow of a woman wearing a light pink gauze slowly appeared.

She landed outside the palace and stood under a cherry blossom tree. She looked at the palace that collapsed in the flames of war and remained silent.

Under the gauze, her beautiful curves were looming. She raised her white wrists, and her slender hands were so white that they were completely inconsistent with the war around her.

She gently stroked her hair, and there was an indescribable charm and indescribable sadness in her behavior.

Her appearance was very beautiful, like a picture of Jing aging through the years, but her black gem-like eyes held an indescribable sadness.

That is the sadness that only those who have subjugated their country can have.

There was a broken sword stained with blood and rust inserted into her chest, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound.

The blood made her originally clean and filthy, but it also added a sad beauty.

She is a shadow of the mountains and seas left behind by the four generations of barbarian gods, and her true body has long since died...

This flame of war, this fallen palace, this broken sword, this blood. It was exactly the scene before her death...

Ning Fan jumped into the bottom of the lake, and the immortal power in the lake immediately poured into his body. Beware of the upcoming eighth damage.

The visions from the outside world have not been hidden from Ning Fan's mind. The fourth generation of barbarian gods are indeed beautiful, but to say that they are so beautiful that the sky and the earth are eclipsed, and the sun and the moon are dimmed, it is not that good.

But the sadness and grief in her are very touching.

"The front is curved and the back is curved. Sure enough... she is my favorite beauty! Haha, if I can look at this girl, it would be a waste even if I die right now! Hehehehehe..." The eyeball monster looked like a nymphomaniac.

Like this, he was staring at the sky stupidly, his mouth was watering, and he had begun to pay no attention to everything that was happening in the outside world.

He has been completely fascinated by the beauty of the fourth generation of barbarian gods, obsessed with it, sinking deeply and unable to extricate himself.

It wasn't just the strange eyes. Even Ning Fan in the lake gradually felt a sense of being unable to extricate himself, and his eyes were suddenly startled.

What made Ning Fan feel unable to extricate himself was not the beauty of the woman, but an almost outrageous charm.

These four generations of barbarian gods actually cultivated the way of charm! Her beauty may not be enough to impress Ning Fan's Taoist heart, but the power of charm she cultivated is enough to make most men in the world lose their minds.

Even the laws of heaven seemed to be bowing down under her skirt, and the direction of their flow was shifted, forming a looming shadow around her back.

Like the Ring of the First Saint!

The fourth generation of Barbarian Gods is not the First Saint, but his charm is strong enough to charm Dao Dao, making him willing to violate the rules. He created the Ring of the First Saint for her, even though she is not the First Saint...

"There are people in the world who can practice enchantment to such an extent that they can even enchant the avenues!"

Ning Fan was secretly shocked. The Yin-Yang Locks in his Dantian kept emitting cool power, preventing him from falling into the boundless charm of the fourth generation of Barbarian Gods.

If he hadn't been a descendant of the chaotic ancient times and possessed the Yin-Yang Locks, he would probably be like a monster with eyeballs, drooling and smiling stupidly at this woman, or he would be like the Great Dao of Heaven, and completely sink in front of this woman.

It is really terrifying that there is such a charming cultivator in the world.

"Since the destruction of the barbarian kingdom, very few people have been able to make it all the way to the eighth loss..."

The voice of the fourth generation of barbarian gods is very nice, with a delicate and sweet feeling, but there is an indelible sadness in his tone.

She moved her eyes away from the shadow of the war-torn palace and glanced at the lake below.

At first glance, she saw the silly eyeball monster, and she narrowed her gaze with a slight disdain. Just another pervert...

In her life, she had seen too many men fall under her skirt. Some of them coveted her beauty, while others fell under her charm.

There were so many, so many that she could only count on her fingers how many men could stay awake in front of her.

This eyeball monster is just one of the ordinary beings sunk in her skirt, not worth mentioning.

She moved her gaze away from the eyeball monster and then glanced at the lake. Her eyes were slightly sad, but they seemed to be sharper than any flying sword. She easily penetrated the dark lake and saw Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake.

Her eyes were originally very clear, like running water formed after the ice and snow melted in early spring. But that clarity, when she realized that Ning Fan had no desire in his eyes, had a slight wave, and the corner of her lips also evoked a rare smile.

"You surprised me because you didn't sink in front of me like other men. Are you the monk who is going to survive the eighth loss? You are very good."

For the first time in countless years, the fourth generation Barbarian God spoke to praise someone. However, when she noticed the mixed blood in Ning Fan's body, her beautiful eyebrows frowned and her expression turned cold.

"You are not a barbarian, you are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"

The eyes of the fourth generation of barbarian gods became colder and colder, and with it, the temperature of the entire world dropped sharply.

Ning Fan's vest felt cold for no reason. Under the prying eyes of this woman, he actually felt naked, as if there were no secrets that he could hide from the woman in front of him.

In the past, the eyeball monster could see through everything about himself. But Tagu couldn't do this, even if Tagu was a seventh-generation barbarian god.

This woman is as unique as the eyeball monster. She sees through everything about herself. She is stronger than Tagu.

"If you weren't Tai Cang Jie Ling, maybe I would show mercy. Now, I won't show mercy anymore."

Unlike Ta Gu who treated Tai Cang Jie Ling in a respectful and servile manner, this weak woman made no secret of her disgust towards Tai Cang Jie Ling.

She is the fourth generation of barbarian gods, and it was at her hands that the ancient barbarian world fell.

The phantom of the palace beneath her feet was the former barbarian capital, but it fell in the flames of war!

The broken sword on her chest was the sharp blade that took her life. It was the treasure of an ancient Tai Cang Emperor, but it was destroyed by her.

She was the last barbarian god to die standing in the history of the ancient barbarian world. After her, the barbarian gods of all generations were slaves of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, such as Natagu.

But she is not!

To her, the Tai Cang Jie Ling is not her main clan, but the enemy who will destroy her country and destroy her clan.

It's a mortal enemy!

"According to my order from Xizi Hua, I summon the ancient man's grave to bury this son!"

The Fourth Generation Barbarian God raised his hand lightly and pointed it towards Ning Fan. The whole world immediately changed at this moment!

Between the mountains and the sea, scenes of ancient battlefields began to appear, submerging the place where Ning Fan was!

The illusory shadow replaces the real world!

The lake is gone, the ruins of the valley are gone, and the eyeball monster is gone.

Ning Fan was alone, standing on an ancient battlefield. Behind him were tribes and cities filled with blood and fire.

On the grassland in front of me, there are broken limbs and broken bones everywhere, damaged magic weapons, collapsed mountain peaks, rivers cut off by a sword, and a broken sky...

"Where is this place?"

Ning Fan closed his eyes and put aside the illusion in front of him. He could feel that his body was still soaking at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by the cold water flowing around him.

But his soul and consciousness seemed to be mixed in this mysterious space.

Is this the space formed by the supernatural powers of the four generations of barbarians...

"Since you are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, you will receive preferential treatment. Your eighth loss is different from others." The words of the fourth generation of barbarian gods were full of hostility.

Ning Fan's heart sank slightly. Before, the eyeball monster had sworn that everyone's eighth damage was the same.

Nonsense, he was given special treatment. I'm afraid other people's eighth damage wouldn't be absorbed into this battlefield space.

The eighth loss for ordinary people is already as difficult as reaching the sky. His eighth loss is probably more dangerous and more difficult to survive than ordinary people.

This fourth-generation barbarian god seems to have deep hostility towards his Tai Cang Jie Ling bloodline...

"The Tomb of the Ancient Barbarians is a holy place for the barbarians. The barbarian cities destroyed in the war and the barbarians who died in the war will be housed here. Where you are is the fourth tomb, the first floor. Almost all the people accommodated here are those who died in the war.

The barbarian warriors in the hands of your Taicang clan. If you want to survive the eighth loss, just kill these warriors again, you can do it!"

The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods echoed throughout the world. The moment the voices sounded, corpses, either complete or incomplete, stood up with confused eyes.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands... countless dead bodies covered the entire battlefield, standing up one after another.

Among them, there are the corpses of the first-step monks and the corpses of the second-step monks, but the one with the highest cultivation level is just a life immortal.

Corpses with higher cultivation levels were buried in the higher levels of the barbarian tomb.

At this moment, they seemed to have life and glory again. They saw Ning Fan!

Sounds of gnashing teeth came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.

"Tai Cang...Jie Ling..."

The eyes of more and more barbaric cultivators turned blood red, overwhelmed by hatred.

The ones closest to Ning Fan are the seven barbarian cultivators who have cultivated themselves into gods. They have died countless years ago on the road of protecting the ancient barbarian world.

Their corpses were collected in the Tomb of Ancient Barbarians.

Their souls will always remain here between the mountains and the sea.

They hate the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, and now, they want revenge! Revenge against Ning Fan, the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!
To be continued...