While speaking, Ji Fuyao's palm-sized demon soul flew out of Yi Skeleton's body, flew to Ning Fan's shoulder, and sat down.

But when he thought of the seriousness of what happened today, Ji Fuyao's expression dimmed again and he advised, "Senior, it's better to leave quickly. I know that you are not a member of the Ten Thousand Clan. You are a North Heaven monk and are incompatible with my Ten Thousand Clan. Even if you

If you don't interfere in this matter, just because you appear here, Santai Xingjun will not let you go. You are an ancient great cultivator, but those few people are also great cultivators. How can you resist several of the same cultivators with your own strength?

A level of siege. You can’t take care of me anymore about what happened today, okay? I really, really don’t want to involve you..."

"You're so long-winded!" Ning Fan was a little dissatisfied with Ji Fuyao's talkative nature.

With a flick of his finger, Ji Fuyao's demon soul flew off his shoulder.

Then he ignored Ji Fuyao and put away the ancient Sanmul tree.

The other side.

When Beihai Zhenjun saw Ning Fan sacrifice the Sanmulg ancient tree, his eyes immediately turned blood red, and the scenes of getting along with Taoist Changsang in the past were reappeared one by one.

Everyone has their own insecurities that cannot be trampled upon!

Everyone has memories that cannot be erased!

At this moment, Beihai Zhenjun no longer had any fear of Ning Fan in his heart. He felt that his blood, which had been cooling for many years, became hot and boiling, filling his entire chest.

"Ning Fan! You have made thousands of mistakes, and they are all my fault. You shouldn't kill my fellow Taoist, you shouldn't, you shouldn't!"

"I can tolerate you pursuing me in every possible way, but this hatred is the only thing I can't tolerate!"

"I may be as humble as grass in your eyes, but even grass has anger that can start a prairie fire!"

"You can kill my body and destroy my ways, but you only have the hatred in my heart. Even if you cover the sky and wipe out the world, you still can't erase it!"

"Instead of living with the sin of killing fellow Taoist, I would rather live beautifully until the last moment and fight with you until death!"

The True Lord of Beihai spoke more and more, and as his true feelings were revealed, his words were filled with a sense of tragedy and despair, which made all the foreign monks who heard these words inexplicably moved.

There were also some old monsters who knew the importance of Beihai. They came out of the darkness and saw that the True Lord of Beihai actually wanted to fight against the notorious ancient cultivator Zhao Jian with a mere second-level body. They were all moved. His blood had been cold for many years.

More or less, I felt the long-lost temperature.

Magnificent, Beihai!

We monks must go against heaven and do things that go against heaven! Even if the enemy is as powerful as the power of heaven, we must not admit defeat lightly, let alone bow our heads!

Even though the mantis has two arms, he dares to cut the wheel of a chariot!

We also have two arms, how dare we fight against the sky!

Fight, fight, fight!

Countless foreign monks who were originally afraid of Ning Fan's evil name were ignited with passion and fighting spirit at this moment!

So what about Ancient Overhaul!

This is the territory of all the tribes in Jiehe. If you dare to come here, you will have to pay the price!

As for the True Monarch of Beihai, it is even more impossible for you to kill him, so what he carries with him is the hope of all the descendants of Ziwei!

"Hahaha! What Brother Tao said is very agreeable to my heart! Today I will fight hand in hand with Brother Tao! Let me learn from the ancient Zhao Jian's clever tricks!"

The old elixir-raising demon Beihai Zhenjun who was hiding in the darkness was moved by his words and deeds and walked out of the darkness.

He was about to fight side by side with True Lord Beihai, but unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the darkness, he felt a huge black shadow covering his head.

There was a loud bang!

The old demon Yang Dan, who hadn't even remembered to show his face a few times, was already pinned down by a majestic Tao mountain, and was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Holy, Saint Daoshan! This is impossible, impossible! You are not a saint, how could it be possible..."

With one move, he subdued the first-level quasi-sage cultivator Yang Dan!

Wave again! Nine dragons are rampaging between heaven and earth, attacking True Lord Beihai from all directions.

Pfft.

Beihai Zhenjun was unable to resist, and could only block the impact of five rain dragons. He was still attacked by the remaining four dragons. He only felt unspeakable pain in his internal organs, and he was actually seriously injured.

So strong! He is stronger than last time!

"I just thought Ji Fuyao was verbose enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more verbose."

"But what you said is a bit touching. I didn't expect that the relationship between you and your fellow Taoist is so deep. If you are like this, you can be regarded as a person who values ​​righteousness."

"I looked down on you a little in the past."

"Today I will give you a happy ending to this cause and effect."

"Send you to death."

Poor Beihai True Lord had just recovered from his injuries, but he met Ning Fan again in the blink of an eye. He didn't hold up in Jiulong's hands for long before he was seriously injured.

After all, although he has recovered from his injuries, his magical powers are no longer as powerful as before. The rain dragons he relied on were all devoured by Ning Fan. Without the rain dragons in his hands, Beihai Zhenjun was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, possessing the rain technique.

Power is greatly reduced.

However, his rain technique, which had very little power left, was severely restrained by Ning Fan.

Ever since.

True Lord Beihai, who was praised by everyone as "The Magnificent Beihai", once again had his body shattered into pieces by Ning Fan.

Captured the soul.

Ning Fan captured the True Lord of Beihai and did not choose to escape from the Fengnu Clan, even though he had sensed that many tyrannical auras were coming towards this place, fearing that the comers were evil.

But so what!

No matter who comes today, they can't stop him from refining and killing True Lord Beihai!

True Lord Beihai: "You, why do you want to kill me again! You didn't say you wanted to give me a good time, you lied, you lied!"

Ning Fan: "Don't worry! It won't hurt. Ning never lies unless there is a reason to lie. As for you, Ning doesn't even bother to lie. If someone else kills you, you will naturally suffer terribly, but if I do it myself

If you take action, you will only feel pain for a moment, which is guaranteed to be more comfortable than euthanasia."

Beihai True Monarch: "No! Don't kill me! I have a huge stake in my life. If you kill me, all the tribes in the Jiehe River will not be able to spare you, not even the Demonic Sealed Peak...even the Secret Tribe...uh huh..."

Ning Fan blocked True Lord Beihai's mouth with his magical power.

Then he took out the Divine Refining Cauldron.

Use this cauldron to see off True Lord Beihai.

"Ji Fuyao, I have something to ask you. You only said that you want to refine Beihai True Monarch into an elixir. Can you specify what kind of elixir it should be refined into?" Ning Fan asked.

"It's all okay..." Ji Fuyao still felt confused and couldn't recover for a long time.

Only a short time later, the first-level quasi-sage, the Alchemy-raising Old Demon, was captured by Ning Fan, and the second-level quasi-sage, Beihai Zhenjun, was subdued by Ning Fan and thrown into the alchemy cauldron again.

This, this, this... the situation changed too quickly, and she couldn't react.

Senior is a bit... too powerful.

"Oh, that's good. My cauldron is a bit special. I might accidentally refine the material into a spirit... into something special. If you didn't specify what it should be refined into, I will refine it at will.

.Uh, Oops, I was distracted talking to you, I didn’t control the heat well, and I made True Lord Beihai into a blur..."

Confused?????????

All the foreign monks who heard this were so frightened that they broke into cold sweat.

Just thinking about the image of True Lord Beihai being refined into a state of confusion made them tremble all over.

Is this ancient great cultivator Zhao Jian really like what the Beitian monks said, a good man for ten generations, with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness?

Why does it look so scary?

Some people may ask, why don't you foreign monks run away when such a terrifying ancient cultivator Zhao Jian is here? Why don't you stay here and watch the fun? Aren't you afraid of death?

If someone really asked this, these foreign monks would be so aggrieved that they would cry, "You think we don't want to run away! Didn't you see that the nine rain dragons have blocked the entire Fengnu clan's heavenly terrain! We also want to escape, but we can't.
Chapter completed!