Surrounded by ruins and rubble, standing in mid-air against the sky is a young man in white clothes and a black cloak.

With his cold eyes and black hair like ink, he was so powerful that he caused everyone in Yuanjue Valley to remain as silent as a cicada!

The sound of the ice shattering was like a demonic sound, penetrating into everyone's heart. The ice shattered and people perished. The old monsters of the Fusion Spirit in the Wei Kingdom had no chance to withstand the power of the punch.

Each of the seven sects of golden elixirs usually had their eyes above their heads, but when they saw the young man, they seemed to see something terrifying. The power of the ice-shattering fist was by no means weaker than a Nascent Soul blow.

The ancestors of the seven sects, when the ice shattered, had already cast their strongest life-saving spells and magic weapons, but they were still in a panic. The corners of their eyes shrank, and they were all cautious.

Together with Mo Xisheng, they all began to think about countermeasures. The young man in front of them was most likely a Nascent Soul master. Even if not, that punch was enough to make them regard this young man as their lifelong enemy. Especially Mo Xisheng,

The golden wheel palm was broken with a full blow, and he had the clearest understanding of the strength of the young man's physical skills.

It's not wrong. He broke his golden wheel palm easily, and this young man suddenly appeared and claimed to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley. He was a monk in the realm of silver bone body refining.

Silver Bone, even if he tried with all his strength, he would never have much chance of winning against this young man. He didn't expect that there was such a person in Yuanjue Valley, and his plan for the heavenly relics today would probably be in vain.

Even the leader Zongze doesn't understand this. Is there such an ancestor master in Yuanjue Valley?

Mo Xisheng's expression has gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wants an explanation. What explanation can he and others give him?

How to explain the obvious murder and treasure grabbing and kicking of the clan?

Or is this young man just asking for compensation? He and others killed the disciples of Yuanjuegu, but this young man wiped out hundreds of fused spirits from the seven sects. How should we settle this account?

Still taking a closer look, Mo Xisheng and the other seven ancestors suddenly had expressions on their faces... It was strange that this young man was only less than 20 years old, and his aura had faded, and his cultivation level was only that of a spirit.

The seven people looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Could it be that this person is only physically powerful, but not highly cultivated?

If this is the case, even if this person has some tricks, if the seven of them work together, they will not be afraid of this person.

Don't be afraid...then the seven sects don't need to explain to this person. On the contrary, this person has to explain to all the old monsters! Where did this young boy come from? He relied on the body refining technique to make a sneak attack and pretended to be the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley to destroy the seven sects.

Hundreds of melting spirits.

Simply, I am tired of living!

Mo Xisheng's face darkened and he gave a cold cry,

"Without an ancestor like you in Yuanjue Valley, who are you..."

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes! A terrifying murderous intention made Mo Xisheng's hair stand on end, and he could no longer say a word!

He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and has experienced life and death for a long time. At this moment, under Ning Fan's murderous intention, he seems to have returned to the weak and helpless way he was when he first cultivated!

This feeling only emerges when facing the old monster Yuanying! Mistake! This young man cannot be Rong Ling, he must be Yuanying!

He wants to kill me!

Without any time to hesitate, Mo Xisheng sprayed several mouthfuls of essence and blood, and his whole body turned into a seven-foot-tall giant, with his robes completely torn into pieces and pieces of golden Sanskrit floating on the surface! Under this secret method of self-destruction, he reached the realm of body refining.

He briefly broke through the tenth realm of silver light and almost reached the silver bone!

With just enough time to finish this, Ning Fan's cold voice echoed throughout the hall!

"I said, I want an explanation!"

Ning Fan's whole body was filled with black light, and the energy of heaven and earth floated around him. In a flash of light and shadow, he teleported like a sharp sword. In just one moment, he was in front of Mo Xisheng.

He came here to ask for money as the ancestor of Yuanjue, nothing more. Before asking for money, he would take Mo Xisheng's life to establish his authority!

The latter's seven-foot-long body was just passable in Ning Fan's eyes. With a wave of one hand, ice-shattering fist rays, carrying lightning, struck hard. The seven-foot-long giant's arms were enough to rival ordinary high-grade magic weapons.

, but under Ning Fan's grasp, the giant's arm suddenly turned into ice, and exploded into pieces with a roar under the lightning.

The escape method was teleportation, and the thunderous roar was the innate magical power of controlling thunder. Mo Xisheng was frightened, and he screamed, and his breath immediately withered. The body-refining cultivator, every inch of his muscles and bones have been tempered, and his arms

If it is interrupted, the body refining realm will immediately fall back.

He took dozens of steps back before he could stabilize his figure. Every time he took a step back, his momentum became weaker.

There is only fear in the eyes!

Without giving Mo Xisheng any chance to breathe, Ning Fan's whole body flashed with black light, and he teleported several times, as if he had transformed into several phantom bodies around Mo Xisheng and above his head. Five palms were shot out almost at the same time, and they were all blasted together.

Giant body and heavenly spirit!

The sound of five muscles and bones being shattered was heard, Mo Xisheng's blood gushed out like a spring, and his body was like mud. No matter how difficult it was to maintain his Dharma appearance and exert his magical power, it would be broken!

His body-refining skills were almost completely useless, but he couldn't bear to feel any resentment at all. He was desperate and only had the word "escape" left in his heart!

Biting the tip of his tongue, Mo Xisheng used all his magic power and the last few mouthfuls of essence and blood. His whole body turned into a wisp of smoke, sank into the earth, and fled towards the distance at a speed one minute faster than half a step of Nascent Soul.

This technique actually escaped from under Ning Fan's nose, which surprised Ning Fan. If he saw it correctly, what Mo Xisheng used was actually an imitation of the lost magical power of ancient gods and demons - the Earth Escape Technique.

Even if it is an imitation spell, it cannot be easily cast by non-gods and demons. That's why Mo Xisheng consumed so much mana, essence and blood by the Earth Escape Technique.

Mo Xisheng escaped by escaping thousands of feet into the soil. Even with Ning Fan's body-refining skills, he could not break the thousands of feet of soil and catch him out.

People can't get rid of the earth, but spiritual thoughts can. Ning Fan's whole body temperament changed, his eyes became colder, his face was covered with black lines, and his whole body seemed to be filled with thick ink, which turned into thousands of ink-colored sword thoughts, which also sank into the earth.

Chase after.

As soon as this technique came out, the ancestors of the other six sects immediately exclaimed,

"What? This person is so powerful, but he can also use the magic of Mo Sheng to escape into the earth. Isn't Mo Sheng in danger?"

The ancestors of the six sects never expected that Mo Xisheng, the number one master in the Wei Kingdom, would be unable to fight back in Ning Fan's hands. Even when Mo Xisheng used the Earth Escape Technique, all the old monsters were convinced that Mo Xisheng

He could escape with his voice, but Ning Fan was like a maggot attached to his bones, and he still had the means to catch up!

However, the old monsters' exclamations only elicited Hou Lian's sneer.

Is Mo Sheng in danger? Not only is he dangerous, this Moliu Divination Technique is an extremely powerful magic that can instantly kill dozens of demon clans. And Ning Fan is a ferocious demon who can even capture the Nascent Soul Banshee alive. Just Mo Xi

Sound, a monk who ran away when he saw the purple wind demon captain just dared to bully Yuanjuegu, how could he be Ning Fan's opponent...

"Mo Xisheng is dead!" Hou Lian sneered loudly.

"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is the number one master in our country of Yue..."

Several ancestors were about to retort, but they immediately stopped talking amid the sound of swords and screams, their eyes showing shock!

Twenty miles away from Tujue Valley, the ground was exploded by countless ink-colored sword energy. Wherever the explosion occurred, the ground cracked thousands of feet, and the swords screamed in the sky. Within a few miles, no grass grew where the sword energy passed.

What shocked all the ancestors was not only the strange phenomenon of Mo Jian, but also the scream that could not be drowned out by the sword energy, and he died!

Mo Sheng’s scream!

Mo Xisheng, dead?!

Before the sound of the sword stopped, Ning Fan teleported back carrying a bloody corpse.

Mo Xisheng's body, is he really dead?!

Dead, dead... the number one master in the Wei Kingdom... dead!

If it were a hard fight, everyone would be able to accept it, but the result was a one-sided decision between life and death very quickly!

From Mo Xisheng's arrogance to his death, it only took a dozen breaths. A dozen breaths ago, Mo Xisheng was still the arrogant Mo Sheng, but a dozen breaths later, he was just a corpse!

One by one, the old monsters looked at Ning Fan in horror. This person is definitely not Rongling. He must be Yuanying. He must be Yuanying. He can only be Yuanying! Only in this way can Mo Xisheng be killed instantly!

The ancestors of the six sects all had weaker magical powers than Mo Xisheng. Ku Ningfan could not survive even if Ku Ningfan tried to kill him. But if they tried to escape, they had no escape skills, which were faster than teleportation, and they did not have anything similar to earth escape skills.

Secret method.

Even if there is, how can one escape from that ink-colored robbery... The magical power of turning into ink-colored and escaping into the ground is really something that the old monsters have only seen in their lives...

What should we do?! If Ning Fan were here, all the masters from the seven sects of the Wei Kingdom, including the Yudian Yuanying, would not be able to rescue him in time!

If he kills someone, who can escape and who can resist?!

"I want an explanation. No one is allowed to leave this place until I am satisfied!"

Ning Fan swept his gaze, and the old monster who was swept away immediately shivered and lowered his head...

Zongze was very pleased. Looking at Mo Xisheng's tattered body, he was extremely excited. The ancestors of the six major sects did not dare to show their anger in Yuanjue Valley. This was probably the most glorious time since Yuanjue Valley was founded. I don't know this.

Where did the ancestor come from? He is full of gratitude!

"Hou Lian, this person is really the ancestor of our sect..."

"It's absolutely true... This ancestor traveled for more than a thousand years before returning. It's not surprising that the leader doesn't know about it!"

"That's all, no matter what his status is, he is our sect's benefactor... If he says he is an ancestor, then that's it."

…

While Zongze and Hou Lian were communicating with each other, the ancestors of the six sects were panicking...

Finally, the second master of the Wei Kingdom, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked bitterly and respectfully,

"I don't know what explanation you want to be satisfied with..."

"The Immortal King."

Ning Fan gave up his murderous intention and smiled slightly.

And all the surviving old monsters from the six sects were stunned.

If you dare to fall in love with this person, you are here to make money...
To be continued...