The monks of Roushan stared at each other and could not believe that the two souls of the eternal immortals were so respectful to Ning Fan, just as they were Ning Fan’s servants…

Taking the Immortal Lord as a servant? What a joke! This is the specification that only the Immortal Emperor has. How could Ning Fan be treated like this?

Wait! I understand!

After the Roushan monk calmed down, he noticed that the face of the earth demon and the iron crow was very strange, which was inconsistent with the appearance of any immortal master in Dongtian...

Never heard of any immortal master who looks like these two people...

Either, it was his ignorant Master Futu, or... the aura of the two people's immortal masters is simply fake!

Good, Ning Fan! I’m afraid that I will take you, but I don’t know what to do. I’ll create two false immortals, wanting to scare me!

Humph, such a low-key method is often used by monks. It seems to have the aura of an immortal, but in fact... it is just a paper tiger, and it can be broken with one stab!

No wonder... Ning Fan would stop the two of them before they took action, because he must be afraid that they would reveal their flaws as soon as they took action!

The monk Roushan looked at Ning Fan even more gloomy, and he felt like he was being played with.

However, he didn't know that the reason why Ning Fan stopped the two of them and refused to let them take action was because he saw the logo of the Luo family on the spiritual boat.

This Roushan monk seems to be related to the Luo family. The Luo family has kindness for him. If he wants to see the Luo family, he can ignore his rude words...

Of course, what Ning Fan wanted to know more was that this person was so rude, was it because the Luo family instructed him or for other reasons...

"Who are you here to find Ning, what's the matter!"

Ning Fan's voice was very light, but the evil spirit accumulated along the way gave people a bone-aberaging cold.

The monk Roushan was cold all over and sweated endlessly, and his followers were the same.

At this moment, facing Ning Fan, the Roushan monk actually felt panic as if he was facing the true Eternal Immortal Lord, but how could this be possible! Ning Fan could not be the Eternal Immortal Lord!

Two hundred years ago, Ning Fan was just a Shuxu and just revealed his magic name in Dongtian.

A hundred years ago, Ning Fan participated in the Shenxu Pavilion tomb competition and became a big name, but in the eyes of Dongtian Cultivators, Ning Fan could only do the true cultivation at most.

Another hundred years have passed. How high can Ning Fan have? It is impossible to give up empty space!

No matter how fast a young man of the shattered void rises, he will never be able to lose his money within two hundred years!

If Ning Fan showed his air of giving up. Perhaps the Meat Mountain monk was still hesitant and believed in three points. But if it was the aura of the Immortal Lord... he would never believe that Ning Fan could become the highest eternal immortal master within two hundred years!

Fake! Like those two remnant souls, they are both fake!

Thinking of this, the monks of Roushan became much tougher and looked at Ning Fan with contempt, as if I saw through your disguise.

"I am Futu, I am here to capture you and return to Luo's house! Are you following me obediently? Or do you want to be tied up by me!"

"Bold! Just Shekong dares to be so arrogant!" The earth demon, the iron crow was furious when he heard this, Ning Fan waved his hand, stopped the two of them, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Do you come here to capture me? Is it the Luo family's intention or your own? What is your relationship with the Luo family?"

But if someone familiar with Ning Fan, he would definitely be able to hear that the coldness in Ning Fan's words became even heavier.

"Hmph, who does it mean? You don't have to know. It seems that you don't plan to leave with me obediently. It's better! The young men tied up Ning Fan's child, hahaha! Don't kill him, just humiliate him a little. This is my future gain!"

Immediately, four shirtless men rushed towards Ning Fan with golden ropes and treasures in their arms, looking anxious to compete for success.

All four of them had the cultivation level of the late stage of Ghost Xuan and the impact force. The wind and clouds changed color and the sun and the moon were gone.

"Do you want to use Ning as your capital for promotion? Since that's the case, there is no need to show mercy!"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a casual wave, a purple sword light flashed by, shattering the starry sky, which was the sword of the Illusion.

The next moment, the four ghosts and mysterious people flew up their heads in the late stage, and the blood-cut arrows flew out of their necks, and the evil spirits exploded.

He was killed by Ning Fan without even screaming!

"Come up your hand to kill the four ghost mystery late stages... Go together!" The Roushan monk felt a little angry, but the next moment, he was replaced by shock.

With his order, the remaining twenty shirtless men rushed towards Ning Fan, full of murderous aura. Among these twenty people, there were even seven old monsters Watama.

Even if the old monster Shekong is besieged by such a group of people who are good at joint attacks, he will fall into a hard battle. It only takes a moment to defeat Ning Fan.

However, the factual result was very unexpected!

But he saw that Ning Fan did not move. He just raised his hand and tapped it, and a purple sword light slashed by him like a life-seeking effort, easily cutting off the heads of monks and taking their lives!

In a moment, Ning Fan killed all twenty great men and walked step by step towards the Roushan monk in the air, like a peerless killing god!

What a joke! The twenty-four immortal cultivators were killed by Ning Fan’s two encounters! A deep sense of horror appeared in the hearts of the monks in Roushan.

Even the old monster at the peak of Shekong could not kill everyone so easily. Ning Fan's cultivation level could do this so easily!

"My fellow Taoist has something to say, everything is a misunderstanding. We are the guest minister of the Luo family. The command of the head of the Luo family is not..." The monk of Roushan wanted to explain, but Ning Fan was as unheard of it and was still approaching step by step.

A feeling of anger and shame suddenly appeared in the heart of the monk Roushan, causing him to roar, and he actually suppressed his fear of Ning Fan.

"Ning Fan! Don't bully people too much! You can easily kill twenty-four subordinates of my husband. I can do this with my trump card! I am not afraid of you!"

The monk Roushan punched his chest with a punch, opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow. Among the blood arrows, there was a gray light that rushed straight to Ning Fantianling.

It was a gray gem, the magic weapon of the seven nirvana after heaven. It was already a first-class treasure in the realm of sacrificial emptiness.

Even the old monster at the peak of Shekong should be careful when facing this bead, but Ning Fan didn't even look at the bead. After the bead hit three feet in front of him, he was directly cut into two pieces by a purple light!

The magic weapon of the acquired seven Nirvana cannot resist the power of the sword of the Illusion Sword!

"How is that possible! Even the old monster in the middle stage of the broken thought cannot be able to use the power of the Taoist soldiers to break the Seven Nirvana Immortal Treasure! You are not Du Zhen, nor are you sacrificing Kong! You... are broken thoughts!"

The monks in the Roushan were finally afraid and turned around and wanted to abandon the spiritual boat to escape. The power of the Taoist soldiers was directly linked to the cultivator's cultivation. Ning Fan's Taoist soldiers were so powerful, how could they be weaker!

Damn, Damn! Ning Fan, who was still a junior a hundred years ago, was so powerful a hundred years later!

I was so stupid that I wanted to use Ning Fan as my asset for promotion... It was so stupid!

The monks in Roushan felt very regretful, but some of them were too late.

But when a purple light slashed by, the monks of Roushan were directly chopped into two pieces by a sword, and blood mixed with fat was spilled into the sky. Only the soul escaped dangerously.

No, it was not that he escaped. It was because Ning Fan deliberately let him go! Before the soul had escaped, he was directly captured by Ning Fan, searching the soul and destroying memories.

After a moment, Ning Fan killed the Yuanshen of Roushan, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

Sure enough, everything was like Ning Fan's guess, attacking him. It was just Roshan's own meaning, not the Luo family's meaning.

This guy ate the gift given to him by the head of the Luo family and wanted to use it as a gift to show his favor to the Dark Clan, so he took action...

What shocked Ning Fan was not these things. With his mind, he guessed the whole story as early as when he heard the four words "Materials for Promotion".

What shocked him was a huge news in Roshan’s memory!

The Emperor of the Luan Gu is approaching the destruction of Tao! The specific reason is unknown, and the news has been suppressed by Shenxu Pavilion. But there is still news!

"Master..." Ning Fan had a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He wanted to go to the tomb of God immediately. Take a look at the current situation of Master!

There are very few people who can make him call his master, including old demons, purple doves, and chaotic ancients. All of them are those who teach him good deeds.

We must go back to the tomb of God as soon as possible! Of course, there are still some troubles that must be solved before departure.

Ning Fan's murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and suddenly a demon roar was released. The roar shook the sky and the earth, and there was a supreme power. It easily tear out countless cracks in the starry sky!

There were constantly old monsters above Shekong falling out of the cracks. When counting carefully, there were fourteen old monsters of Shekong lurking here!

These old monsters arrived at the Chaos Demon Star later than the Roushan monks, and also wanted to use Ning Fan as a resource for promotion.

Not only Roshan received the news that the Lungu will die, but the top power in Dongtian, now one of the major events that the Lungu will die!

This news cannot be hidden at all!

Before the fall of Luangu, no one dared to really kill Ning Fan, but there were many people who dared to do such things!

This is an excellent opportunity to cling to the secret tribe! Who will let it go!

Henggu Sect, Fahun Temple, Great Immortal Sect, Kuanglei Sword Sect... Ning Fan roughly recognized the origin of these people from the clan emblems on the collars of these old monsters.

Haha, there are quite a lot of forces who want to use him Ning Fan as a stepping stone. Even the clan emblem is so upright, because I am afraid that no one can see it and cannot convey it to the dark clan...

My master is not dead yet, so you come and find a problem. Do you really think that someone Ning is easy to bully?

The Dark Clan, what a Dark Clan! Today, the bloody stool stains the demon stars, and this matter is the ring of the East Heaven!

"No! This old demon Ning is in a murderous intent! Go quickly!"

"A sword slashed Shekong and a roar moved the starry sky. Even if this person was not a broken thought, he was not much worse! It was only a hundred years, how could this demon be so powerful!"

"Damn it! If I had known this beast was so powerful, I wouldn't have been to this muddy water!"

"So what about Zainian? Which force should I wait for? Without Zainian, will he still dare to kill everyone?"

Why don’t you dare to do anything? Ning Fan can’t do anything! Ning Fan will never be slouched when facing the enemy!

If you want to step on someone, you must have the enlightenment to fall into the abyss. This is the law of the realm of cultivation!

Ning Fan's body shook, turned into a golden light and disappeared, appearing on the road ahead of the old monsters, waving the Taoist sword.

With his cultivation level comparable to that of an Immortal Lord, killing a group of Shekong juniors is like killing ants!

Puff! Puff!

The sound of swords entering the flesh and blood kept coming, and one by one, the powerful Shekong masters died here and could not even escape.

The evil aura filled the starry sky, and countless low-level monks were trembling, frightened by such a horrifying and fierce scene!
To be continued...