But there was a laugh coming from behind the Five Saints, who seemed to be very satisfied with Ning Fan's removal of the pressure of the Five Saints.

It was a young man with dog ears, his eyes filled with arrogance, and he walked out from behind the Five Saints. Every step he took made the dark path between heaven and earth respond!

Dark palm position!

This is a Five Tribulations Immortal King, but he already knows the power of the Dark Palm. His combat power is close to that of the Nine Tribulations Emperor, and he is not an ordinary great emperor, but that kind of Palm Emperor!

"You are the descendant of Luan Gu, right? I finally met you. You are pretty good. By the way, what is your name Ning?"

Ning Fan frowned.

You are good.

This is a compliment that a superior would only use to a subordinate

What's your name?

Is it in vain that he made such a big fuss in the Dark Tribe and the other party didn't even remember his name?

What contempt! What contempt!

This person should be the descendant of the Dark Ancestor...

The battle that was supposed to come has finally come!

Countless dark monks from the second level are watching this upcoming battle!

More and more Dark Tribe monks gathered here, shouting and killing loudly!

"Please ask the Five Saints to take action and kill the descendants of Luan Gu!"

"Please take action to kill the descendant of Luan Gu!"

"The glory of cultivating secretly must not be blasphemed!"

"Those who offend me from the Dark Tribe will be hunted down by thousands of realms!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Immortal King boy suddenly frowned, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and disappeared.

A moment later, he returned to the original place, and in his hand... there were hundreds of souls, pierced by the threads of darkness!

At this moment, hundreds of true immortals from the Dark Tribe were killed by the young Immortal King!

After killing people and seizing the gods, the young man devoured these souls one by one and feasted on them.

In an instant, all the Dark Tribe monks around him fell silent and did not dare to shout any more.

This person is actually eating the soul of his companion?

Ning Fan frowned deeper.

He had done a lot of cannibalism in his life, but he would never attack his companions, and would only be ruthless to his enemies.

The young man in front of him had no such scruples at all. He looked at the Dark Tribe monks around him as if he were looking at food!

How indifferent, how numb, like looking at a pig or dog! This indifference, but for some unknown reason, gave Ning Fan a strange sense of similarity, as if there was something in this young man that was similar to himself.

"Honored God, please don't kill people indiscriminately just for the sake of food and drink!" The five Dark Saints were all displeased, but they did not dare to scold the young Immortal King loudly, so they only advised.

The Immortal King boy ignored the Five Saints, only licked his mouth full of blood, and said indifferently,

"Okay, I'm full, don't interfere, I'll kill this junior!"

Although he looks like a young man, his bones are millions of years old. It is not too much to call Ning Fan a junior. Although he is not an old man among the same level, who can say that Ning Fan is too young among the monks of the same level?

Woolen cloth?

Every step the young man takes in the air, the dark avenue under his feet will form ripples, echoing between heaven and earth.

Ning Fan felt unprecedented pressure from this young man, the kind of pressure that even the first-level existence of the Divine and Void Emperors could not bring to him.

From this young man, Ning Fan felt the oppressive feeling of meeting the Seventh Generation Killing Emperor for the first time, and thought to himself, could this young man's combat power be comparable to that of the Seventh Generation Killing Emperor?

Can he win this battle?

Ning Fan doesn't know whether he can win. He only knows that in this battle, he cannot and will not escape!

"My name is Heisheng, you are so weak..."

The young man named Heisheng was obviously still approaching Ning Fan step by step, but for some unknown reason, his voice suddenly came from behind Ning Fan.

Before even giving Ning Fan time to turn around, the boy's sharp claws had pierced Ning Fan's back, and fiercely clawed out Ning Fan's soul while dripping with blood.

Then, he crushed Ning Fan's soul to pieces and blood splattered everywhere!

It turns out that the real black rope had sneaked behind Ning Fan at some point!

The black rope that was still walking step by step turned into an illusion and disappeared little by little.

It's just an illusion!

The Principle of Darkness is suitable for releasing illusions. Since this black rope is a cultivation of the Dark Palm Position, it is not surprising that the illusion is silent.

Having killed Ning Fan with just one blow, Black Rope felt very disappointed, but the disappointment only lasted for a moment, and in the next moment, it turned into anger.

But Ning Fan didn't know why, but he didn't die. Instead, he followed the same pattern and lurked behind him. The Nihai Sword penetrated his lower back and pierced his Dantian when he was careless!

He, who is proficient in illusions, was actually plotted by Ning Fan using illusions?

Could it be that the illusion skills of this descendant of Chaotic Ancient Times are even better than those of a dark palm cultivator like him!

Bang!

The black rope penetrated by Nihai Sword, the body began to turn into phantom light and disappear.

In the distance, the undamaged black rope removed the light from the illusion and revealed its figure with a cold expression.

"I remembered, your name is Ning Fan, right? You are qualified to fight with me!"

How could he not know Ning Fan’s name!

He just didn't bother to call Ning Fan by his name, but at this moment, after Ning Fan saw through the illusion, he had a little recognition of Ning Fan and truly recognized his qualifications for a decisive battle.

"As a descendant of the Dark Ancestor, I invite you to fight. If you lose, you will die. If you win, I, Black Rope, allow you to take everything away from the Dark Clan, including...my life! Do you dare to enter my position?

Void, fight to the death with me!"

After Black Rope finished speaking, he raised his hand and drew a line between the sky and the earth, tearing open a crack and stepping into it.

The billowing dark breath swept out from the crack, making the surrounding world dark!

"Why don't you dare!"

Ning Fan looked calmly and stepped into the crack. As soon as he entered the crack, a dark dragon roared and rushed towards him. It had the cultivation level of an immortal.

Ning Fan flipped his hand and struck out with his sword, killing the dark dragon with the Sea Against the Sea Sword. But as soon as the dark dragon died, the body was divided into two parts, and then into four parts. In an instant, there were hundreds of immortal dragons, roaring.

Come!

It seems like more and more people will be killed...

Judging from his expression, Ning Fan seemed to have been subdued by the momentum of thousands of immortal giant dragons. He planned to attack with all his strength from the beginning. After opening the cross halo, he raised his hand and offered the Flooding One Realm Bottle, as if he wanted to

Killed thousands of immortal giant dragons. Unexpectedly, as soon as the water-flooded bottle flew into the air, it was immobilized by a light and dark finger. Its power was blocked, and it could not be moved at all. Then it was forcibly captured by a black rope.

, seize by force.

"With your current level of cultivation, using a magic weapon in front of me is nothing more than playing tricks on your own. I know some of the Dingtian Finger. If you insist on it, the inheritance of the Dongtian Ancestor Emperor that I have is more complete than yours! From now on!

, this bottle belongs to me!"

Black Rope had witnessed the power of the Flooded One World Bottle with his own eyes. Even a person with a high level of vision like him was greatly tempted by the Flooded Bottle.

Ning Fan's cultivation level is too low. With the Water Flooding Bottle in Ning Fan's hands, it is impossible to regain his former fame. But his black rope is different. If he were to use this bottle, at least nine of the eleven Dark Clan Immortal Emperors would be defeated.

Will die, even if he can't summon Wu Ya Hai like Ning Fan to add this bottle of power!

"Without the Flooded Bottle, this boy is not worth mentioning. Dark Dragon Breath, kill this boy!"

The black rope commanded again, and thousands of angry dragons began to spray dragon breath wildly. The dragon's breath looked like poison but not poison, like fire but not fire. Hundreds of them gathered together, forming a sea of ​​red and green dragon's breath fire, which instantly engulfed Ning Fan.

submerged.

Seeing that Ning Fan was attacked by the dragon's breath and didn't escape, Heisheng yawned boredly, thinking that the thousand dragon's breaths were united into one, even the Immortal Emperor had to avoid the sharp edge temporarily. Ning Fan was hit directly, and he was afraid that he would die in succession.

There is no scum left.

Boring, so boring. Before he could warm up, the opponent was already dead. He was really weak...

In the midst of disappointment, Black Rope suddenly groaned, and for some unknown reason, he spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood.

His face was startled, then darkened, and he glared at the water-logged bottle in his hand, only to see that it was covered with ink marks, like tiny tadpoles swimming around the bottle. If not stimulated, these ink marks would look like they were on the bottle.

Blue and white, but actually...not!

Those ink seals contained almost huge poisonous power, and they were hidden by Ning Fan on the water-flooded bottle. He was waiting for Black Rope to snatch the bottle. But Black Rope was accidentally attacked by Ning Fan's poisonous technique...

This poisonous power is very overbearing. After all, it is the poisonous power cultivated by Ning Fan with the origin of the Three Desolate Poison Immortals!

Black Rope grabbed the water-flooded bottle in his hand, and it only took a few breaths, but the entire palm of his right hand holding the water-flooded bottle had turned purple and black, and was invaded by the poison...

Even though the black rope's magic power is boundless and its physical body is strong, and it suppresses the poison in the body, in the end... it was still hurt by Ning Fan!
To be continued...