The seven god-transforming barbaric cultivators had no sense at all. Once they got close to Ning Fan, they immediately chose to self-destruct.

They knew that their cultivation was low, so they only wanted to slightly hurt Ning Fan through self-destruction.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of self-destruction was heard one after another, wrapped in the blood mist that filled the sky, and was deafening. Immediately afterwards, the storm formed by the self-destruction of seven barbaric cultivators instantly drowned Ning Fan.

What kind of cultivation level is Ning Fan? Not to mention the cultivation level of blood tribulation, just the cultivation level of Dharma power alone, he has reached the middle stage of transcendence. How can a true immortal be afraid of the self-destruction of the seven transformed gods?

But the chilling spirit of the seven god-transforming monks fighting to the death infected him, and even infected the thousands of barbaric cultivators behind them.

"Kill Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"

Dozens more transformed gods and Void-refining barbarians rushed towards Ning Fan and chose to self-destruct.

Several Shattering Void monks jumped into the sky and turned into several thousand-foot-long black-feathered giant birds, crashing towards Ning Fan.

These Void-shattering monks did not choose to self-destruct, but were determined to fight Ning Fan.

Ning Fan looked solemn. He respected those strong men who had faith and died fighting for their faith, but this did not mean that he would allow others to attack without fighting back.

He could see that the barbaric cultivators here were all people who had been dead for many years. They had lost their lives for a long time, but there was a very strange Tao here that could make the dead bodies retain their will in life and continue to fight.

That weird Tao Principle is 70% to 80% similar to the Tao Principle of Immortality, but it is also paradoxical...

The people here are all dead, and they all have an unforgettable hatred for Tai Cang Jie Ling...

Ning Fan's eyes showed a hint of apology, but more importantly, he was determined. He raised the Zhan Yi Dao Sword towards the thousand-foot giant bird in the sky.

Now that he is in this battlefield, all Ning Fan can do is to send you to your death.

Zhan Yi Dao's sword transformed into thousands of sword lights and easily killed those giant birds, causing blood to splash into the sky.

This move angered more barbaric cultivators, and more and more barbarian cultivators rushed towards him like a tide.

There are more than hundreds of millions of monks in the first step! Even the Life Immortals number more than 100,000!

"The barbaric cultivators here are only part of the monks who died in the world back then. More barbarian cultivators have no bones left, and they don't even have a chance to restrain themselves."

"They all died at the hands of your Tai Cang Jie Ling clan. Countless members of your clan were wiped out. Have you ever seen the hatred in the hearts of those who were annihilated?"

"I'm waiting for you on the seventh floor of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to survive the eighth loss. If not, die here and use your blood to serve me thousands of times.

The barbaric cultivators must avenge themselves."

The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods floated in the air like the wind, making it difficult to catch traces.

Billions of barbarian cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan, either self-destructing or using magical powers. Some of their own people were even affected by the self-destruction and magical powers, but no one retreated.

Everyone's will is just to kill Ning Fan, because Ning Fan is the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, an enemy, and must be killed!

"burn!"

Facing the thousands of cultivators, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black and red fire.

There were dense runes flowing in the fire, and it had an almost eerie beauty. It was just a ray of fire at first, but once it took off, it immediately evolved into a sea of ​​​​fire, almost submerging the entire world!

When the fire burned, it made bursts of wind and thunder, and for a while, there was endless thunder in the sky and the earth!

"This is...the fire of the evil beast! You are not of the evil beast clan, why would you have this fire!" The slightly cold voice of the fourth generation of barbarian gods came from the world.

The fire of the evil beast is unparalleled in the world. Throughout the ages, countless fire cultivators have coveted the flames of the evil beast clan and tried to devour some of them, but they all failed.

Although the fire of evil beasts is unparalleled in the world, it also has another characteristic, that is, it cannot be used in conjunction with other flames.

Those fire cultivators who want to swallow the fire of evil beasts to increase their own flames are simply unable to do so.

But this Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit managed to do just that. What was going on... The fourth generation of Barbarian Gods was a little puzzled.

Naturally, she didn't know that Ning Fan was a descendant of Emperor Luan Gu and practiced the Yin Yang Chaos Ring Technique.

Among them, the transformation of yin and yang is the basis of Chaoshuan Jue. This technique has the mysterious power to integrate the different forces of yin and yang into one.

Even the bloodlines of gods, demons, demons, tribulations and other alien races can be fused under the power of yin and yang. Naturally, even the fire of evil beasts cannot escape Ning Fan's devouring and use.

Ning Fan's Demonic Fire is already at the level of the Eleventh True Fire, and has the overbearing attack power of the Evil Beast's Fire.

This fire engulfed the world, and countless first-step monks were instantly burned to ashes by the demonic fire.

Even those immortals with advanced cultivation can only hold on hard under the attack of this demonic fire and have no power to fight back.

Thousands of barbarian cultivators were burned to death under the demonic fire. Seeing this scene, the fourth generation of barbarian gods knew that they could not defeat Ning Fan with the barbarian corpses on the first floor of the ancient barbarian tomb. If they continued to fight, they would only be destroyed in vain.

Just a corpse...

"That's all, you've passed the first level. Come to the second level and don't destroy their bodies again."

The fourth generation barbarian god sighed quietly and compromised.

On the first level, Ning Fan can't be hurt, so he can only look at the second level.

As soon as the fourth generation of barbarian gods finished speaking, the barbaric cultivators who were originally high in fighting spirit fell to the ground one after another and turned into corpses.

In the sky, divine light burst out, and a ladder leading to the second floor appeared.
Chapter completed!