Fire whirlpool, can lock teleportation!

The word "whirlpool" implies the ultimate principle of circle, and the way of heaven is a circle, and the sun is a circle! The power of everything related to the circle must not be underestimated!

Sinking into the whirlpool, the black corpse had to use its few remaining mana to submerge itself into the body and forcibly resist the power of the fire.

Although the fire of the fourth-turn dragon whirlpool is powerful, it is only enough to hurt the middle or even late stages of the golden elixir. To him, it is like scratching an itch.

If it weren't for the corpse's fear of flames, he wouldn't even be able to resist the black demonic flames.

"Although I can withstand this fire, once my magic power is exhausted and there is no container to replenish it, I will definitely be seriously injured in the fire... Today, it is best to escape first!" He patted the storage bag in the flames, and immediately,

The refining corpse, with its veins opened and its spirit melted, ran out of the storage bag and rushed straight into the sea of ​​fire. It was immediately swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire, but in the end, the power of the flames was consumed.

Hundreds of refining corpses were consumed, and the fire of the fourth dragon whirlpool was easily and effortlessly broken by the black corpse to open a gap, and he immediately retreated.

Ning Fan, who was far away, saw this scene and his eyes narrowed...Today, you must not let this devil go, otherwise, with this devil's ruthless personality, you will definitely get revenge!

"The fifth turn!"

His face turned slightly pale, and he forcibly activated the fifth turn of the Dragon Whirlpool Fire... The fifth turn, even though his spiritual will had broken through the early stage of Nascent Soul, he was still extremely reluctant to use it, and all his magic power was like a mud cow entering the sea, rapidly depleting it.

Empty, more than a dozen elixirs entered his stomach, and the potency of the medicine turned into mana, but the mana was immediately consumed, and it still seemed that it was not enough. And Ning Fan immediately bit the two Kuming pills in his mouth, with a bitter taste, and barely enough mana to support the fifth

Spin dragon whirlpool!

In the fifth turn of the dragon whirlpool, the flame whirlpool attracted a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and the power of the fire increased several times. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator would be injured if he was rashly drawn into this whirlpool!

The black corpse, which had almost escaped the flames, was immediately sucked back by the whirlpool. As soon as the five-turn fire burned him, he immediately screamed in agony.

"Ning Fan! Don't force me!"

"Huh, I won't force you, I'll just kill you!"

"Okay! I'll let you see what it means to destroy the country with thousands of corpses!" The black corpse trembled with anger, shook the black bag, and nearly a thousand giant fused spirit flying corpses flew out of it, threw themselves into the flames, and exploded one after another.

The five-turn dragon vortex fire exploded!

And then, he refused to stop and turned the black bag over completely. Nearly six thousand corpses with pulse-opening and refining, two thousand soul-melting corpses, and one hundred golden elixirs all emitted rotten stench, dispersed the flames, and rushed towards Ning Fan!

Ning Fan's eyes changed, Ten Thousand Corpses! This black corpse's name of 'Ten Thousand Corpses Destroying the Country' was actually true!

But so what if there are thousands of corpses... Ning Fan closed his eyes for a moment and started again, with the sword light flashing in his eyes!

At this moment, the murderous intention in his body completely turned into the awe-inspiring ability to destroy all the ghosts in the forest of demons and ghosts alone!

"Destroy!"

He said a faint word, and a sword thought exuding a dark aura spread out vertically and horizontally!

All those who were wrapped in the sword spirit, such as corpse refining, pulse opening, and spiritual fusion cultivation, were directly minced into flesh by the sword energy.

Of the one hundred golden elixir-refined corpses, seventy-three golden elixir-refined corpses in the early stages were cut off at the waist!

As for the mid-stage golden elixir and late-stage corpse refining, even if they don't die, they are still seriously injured by the sweep of sword thoughts.

The so-called Ten Thousand Corpses were actually destroyed by Ning Fan's spell!

At this moment, Black Corpse's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Ning Fan actually had the rumored Sword Sense and Sword Mind!

If he had known this earlier, he would definitely not have sent out corpse refining to besiege Ning Fan. At most, he would have used golden elixir and late stage corpse refining to deal with Ning Fan!

Sword Thought is a corpse refining and soul refining monk’s nightmare!

"You actually have Sword Mind! You are definitely not some bullshit Yin-Yang Demonic Vein. You are the Divine Vein of Swords, and you are a member of the sword world! I will fight with you!"

The black corpse suddenly showed a crazy look in his eyes, as if he had a deep hatred for the people in the sword world. But all of this has nothing to do with Ning Fan!

Under the control of the black corpse, the twenty-seven slightly injured mid- to late-stage golden elixir-refined corpses flew in one after another, making strange roars, and seemed to be about to self-destruct one by one, intending to die together with Ning Fan!

Ning Fan teleported and flew thousands of feet away, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

The fifth turn of the dragon whirlpool is already his limit, but it is not enough to destroy the black corpse... So, the only way is to give it a try!

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the black demonic flames in front of him, causing the black demonic flames to immediately increase in fire power, but there was still an infinite distance before the sixth turn of the dragon whirlpool.

Being bullied by the Refined Corpse again, Ning Fan teleported away and spat out three mouthfuls of blood. His face turned pale, but his fire power had not yet reached the sixth level.

"Not enough, come again!"

Teleporting away, he again distanced himself. This time, Ning Fan punched his chest hard, his breath weakened crazily, and mouthfuls of essence and blood sprayed onto the black demonic flames as if lifeless.

The fire of the dragon whirlpool danced violently and turned into a huge flame dragon that stretched thousands of feet, and that huge whirlpool was the mouth of the fire dragon!

At this moment, the spiritual power of hundreds of thousands of miles across the entire Yue Kingdom seemed to be mobilized by this spell.

The monks were dumbfounded, looking at the illusory black dragon's shadow in the sky, and they were all horrified.

In the black shadow, there was a trace of the real dragon's demon power, which gradually took shape. At the moment when the demon power took shape, the fire dragon's eyes suddenly showed indifference and contempt for the agility of the common people!

The sixth turn of the dragon whirlpool can completely condense the shadow of a real dragon with magic! This level of magic can only be understood by monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, and the power of this magic is performed by Ning Fan. Even if his level is low, it is more than enough to seriously injure the black corpse!

"Madman, this is... madman! He wants to fight me desperately, why! I have a deep hatred for him!" The black corpse showed a hint of fear. If it were an ordinary monk, seeing that the black corpse was difficult to deal with, he would definitely stop and make peace, and be cautious.

For the top.

But Ning Fan simply wanted to fight the black corpse until death!

The whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth by flames. In just a moment, Black Corpse immediately felt that his body, which he was proud of, began to melt rapidly.

Unless you are in full strength, you can barely resist this sixth dragon fire. If you are caught in the fire at this moment, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.

"die!"

Ning Fan's energy was like a gossamer, so much essence and blood spurted out. The injuries he received were too serious, but he would do anything to destroy the black corpse!

Under its control, the black fire dragon opened its mouth and roared, spitting out countless black fireballs. The fireballs exploded outside the bodies of the golden elixir-refined corpses, turning into whirlpools of flames. The power of each one was no less than

The fifth turn of Dragon Whirlpool Fire!

Almost in one encounter, all the refined corpses were turned into flying ashes, and the black corpse in the dragon's mouth, in the center of the sea of ​​fire, felt a sense of mortality in his heart.

This flame was enough to seriously injure him, but it was not enough to destroy him. But when Ning Fan looked at him with murderous eyes, Black Corpse's heart trembled.

"The art of Mo Liu's distraction!"

Ning Fan pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and the sea of ​​consciousness turned into black sword shadows, which rushed out of the sky and circulated in the sky.

The sword energy was like a black tide, submerging into the black fire, setting off waves of violence in the sea of ​​fire. Just like it had done with Tian Yizi before, the swords were like wind, and the black corpse was swept into it.

Broken, broken, broken!

Biting all the elixirs to pieces, Ning Fan poured all his mana and spiritual power into this blow.

If there is an enemy, there will be life and death...this is what the old devil taught him!

After a whistling sound of swords shattering and fire scattered, Ning Fan finally couldn't bear the backlash of the spell. He was knocked down to the ground by the heat wave of the spell. He was hit hard and coughed up blood.

Countless fire shadows and sword energy shattered in the clear sky, revealing a charred corpse riddled with holes...

This corpse was completely charred with no trace of decay, and the soul of the black corpse inside was completely burned into nothingness.

But even so, this corpse is still not destroyed. Is this the strength of the body that is close to the edge of the corpse demon?

How strong would it be if it were the real corpse demon in my cauldron ring... in physical form?

Ning Fan breathed for a long time before he reluctantly stood up, looking at the charred corpses in the distance and groaning in silence.

There is no joy of winning, only a trace of peace.

"Nirvana Emperor, I am getting closer to you step by step... One day, you will end up with the same fate as this corpse..." He said calmly.

...

Ning Fan is calm because he has a more powerful enemy, so he will never be complacent until he kills the Nirvana Emperor.

However, the cultivators in Ningcheng became suspicious after the drastic change in the magic collision just now.

Thousands of miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the magic clash was so fierce that it was truly a rare war in the Yue Kingdom for thousands of years.

As for the outcome of this battle, they are most concerned about...

Who won? 'Ning Hei Mo' and Ning Fan, or... the black corpse that destroyed the Seven Kingdoms?

Under the nervous gazes of the monks, Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo returned to Ningcheng through the light.

The former's beautiful face still has a hint of surprise, while the latter's face is full of sighs, which can be described as extremely complicated.

Jing Zhuo's expression made all the monks' hearts sink, and the hot-tempered Bu Kuangfen asked directly.

"Ancestor, why are you frowning... Could it be that Black Demon Ning was defeated by the Corpse Demon?"

"Defeat? Ahem...you can see for yourselves..."

Jing Zhuo suddenly turned back and looked into the distance, and all the monks, following Jing Zhuo's gaze, could vaguely see a young man in white clothes and a black cloak in the distant sky, walking slowly towards the sky.

The young man's magic power seemed to be extremely weak, making his escape from light slightly unstable, but his eyes were as calm as ever, and in his hand, he even lifted a burnt black corpse upside down, as if he was advertising a trophy.

No explanation is needed, all the monks are relieved...

The black corpse was destroyed! There is no doubt about it!

But is the young man in white clothes and black cloak in front of him Ning Fan or Ning Heimo... You know, Ning Fan and Ning Heimo look exactly the same.

Bu Kuangfen glanced at Patriarch Jing Zhuo with great resentment. This expression appeared on a strong man like him, which was extremely strange.
To be continued...