"I heard that more than a hundred forces have gathered within the troll clan, including those from the inner sea and eight hundred cultivators. It is said that among them there are eleven forces with Lianxu in charge! So many forces are forcing the giants to

Demon clan, hand over Feng Xueyan and the slate, how dare the giant demon clan disobey?"

"I received news that a huge arena has been built within the troll clan. It seems that those forces have different opinions and decided to decide the ownership of the stone slab through a competition."

"Hey, the disciples of our small sect are not strong enough and their escape speed is too slow. I wonder if we can still get a share of the pie when we arrive at the troll tribe."

"Hey, no matter what, if more than a hundred forces like us take action together, how can the troll tribe's Danwan forces compete with us! No way, we can still bloodbath the troll tribe and become famous!"

Some of the sect leaders were in the middle of discussions when they suddenly looked frightened. At this moment, all the Xuanxiu cultivators in the Xuewei Islands were frightened.

Because at some point in the sky, a huge golden flying sword appeared, and on the tip of the flying sword stood a murderous young man in white.

That young man's cultivation level was so high that no one present could see through it!

Ning Fan had murderous intent in his eyes. He was not a murderous person, but so many monks came all the way to do harm to Feng Xueyan, so naturally he would not forgive them.

When he left Dan Island, Ning Fan never imagined that there would be so many forces persecuting the trolls.

There are eleven forces in charge of Lianxu, and there are more than a hundred other large and small forces. The ones he encountered along the way include the Barbarian Dao Sect and the Scarlet Demon Sect.

Even if the Trolls have the Eighth Ancestor in charge, they may not be able to protect Feng Xueyan

The forces in the inner sea are plotting to kill Feng Xueyan, and the forces from the Eight Hundred Xiu Kingdom came from thousands of miles away to try to kill her.

And the eight ancestors of the troll tribe, who are unjustly called the ancestors of Feng Xueyan, are also plotting against her.

"She is just a little mute and has never harmed anyone, but these people are trying to figure her out."

Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years.

His eyes swept across the Xuewei Islands, and he suddenly jumped off the golden ancient sword and stood on the sky.

Looking down at more than a hundred islands and tens of thousands of righteous cultivators, Ning Fan could only see the murderous intention in his eyes.

He won't give these people the chance to hurt her!

"If you want to wade through this muddy water, then go to hell!"

boom!

Ning Fan raised his foot and stepped towards the sky. The force of the step shattered countless voids, and the force was sent to the sea, immediately sinking an island.

This one kick sunk an island, and countless Xuanxiu died at its hands.

"Senior, please spare your life, senior! Why did you attack us, senior? Don't kill us, senior. The troll clan has soup to drink. Senior should rush to the troll clan early, and together with King Lanling, Yougui Hou and others, divide the giants.

The demons will take a piece of the pie." Some Xuanxiu hurriedly begged for mercy, but what they said only angered Ning Fan's murderous intention even more.

Ning Fan became even more murderous and stepped towards the island at his feet.

With every step, an island was sunk. Amid the vast momentum, all the Xuan cultivators were frightened to death, while the Alchemist standing on the ancient sword just sighed and looked at Ning Fan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ning Fan's steps were like a phantom, and he had already taken hundreds of steps in an instant.

And all those more than a hundred islands were sunk, and tens of thousands of Xuanxiu were killed and injured!

There were also some Yuanying gods who were lucky enough to survive, but Ning Fan didn't bother to look at them and just said coldly.

"Get out of the endless sea!"

"Yes, yes!" Xuan Xiu, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was already frightened and just wanted to escape for his life.

What kind of evil star did they encounter? They could sink an island with just a lift of their feet. What level of master is this?! Is he a strong person in cultivating the void!

Ning Fan didn't even look at those people, he didn't have time to silence them one by one.

Standing on the tip of the ancient sword, Ning Fan activated the ancient sword, scattering tens of millions of immortal jade in one breath, and activated the ancient sword to speed towards the direction of the giant demon clan.

"Although the righteous sects gathered on the Xuewei Islands are not very powerful, many sects have some background in the Rain Realm. Your move will offend many people," Dan Zun sighed.

"So what!"

Ning Fan accelerated his sword speed to the extreme, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were as terrifying as a demonic abyss.

If you cultivate the Tao to the end and can't even protect the people around you, then what's the point of cultivating the Tao!

laugh!

The golden sword light was galloping, and it was only half a day's journey from the troll clan.

A huge silver boat noticed the island collapse in the direction of the Xuewei Islands and came to investigate. On the bow of the silver boat stood an old monster of Wenxu level.

The silver boat stopped in front of the ancient sword, and saw that the ancient sword was approaching fiercely, and the swordsman Ning Fan was full of murderous aura, knowing that the fluctuation just now must have something to do with Ning Fan.

"Fellow Taoist, please put away the flying sword. I, Wu Muhou, have something to ask my fellow Taoist. I wonder what happened to the Xuewei Islands. Can you tell me something?" The old man's tone was neither salty nor cold, but it was quite a bit...

The meaning of relying on one's old age and betraying one's old age.

He is the sect leader of the Wuzong, and is the Marquis Wu Mu of the Yu Palace. He has friendships with many Chongxu and Taixu powerful men in the Yu Palace. He roams the Yu Realm, and everyone he meets always gives him some respect.

Although the old man could see that Ning Fan's aura had reached a certain level, he did not take Ning Fan too seriously.

In his opinion, Ning Fan would not dare to refuse if he asked Ning Fan in his capacity.

"No time! But I would like to advise you, you cannot wade in the troubled waters of the Trolls. If you are not afraid of death, then come to the Trolls!"

Ning Fan only looked at him, but Wu Muhou's gaze was painful. All the hairs on his body stood up. He felt a great sense of crisis from Ning Fan, as if Ning Fan could easily kill him. He hurriedly averted his gaze, but

Dare to look into Ning Fan’s eyes again!

Ning Fan only said one word, but it revealed the overwhelming evil aura. He had killed countless people who had peeked at the void, asked the Xu, and even rushed to the void. Wu Muhou's pupils immediately dilated, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. Ning Fan's evil aura was too terrifying!

Although Wu Muhou was arrogant and conceited, and liked to rely on others for his old age, he was not a fool and knew what to say to whom.

In just one moment, Wu Muhou was very sure that the young man in white in front of him was definitely not something he could afford to offend!

He has seen many Chongxu and Taixu old monsters, but when it comes to the strength of the evil spirit alone, even the Taixu old monster is unmatched by Ning Fan!

In the Rain Realm, there are probably only two people in the legend who can surpass Ning Fan in terms of evil spirit.

Yuntianjue, Buzhou Leihuang

From Ning Fan's words, Wu Muhou further deduced that Ning Fan hurried to the troll tribe because he was on the side of the troll tribe.

Anyone who wants to harm the trolls will be regarded as an enemy by Ning Fan!

The ancient golden sword disappeared with a speed that was close to breaking the void. This scene fell into the eyes of Wu Muhou, and it was even more shocking.

"You must not mess with this person! I am afraid that this person will cause a sea of ​​blood in the troll clan. I must not go into this muddy water!"

He was originally planning to go to the Trolls to find a chance, but after seeing Ning Fan's terrifying aura, he immediately changed his original intention and ordered the silver boat to change its course and sail away from the Endless Sea.

"Master, aren't we going to the Troll Clan? Didn't Master want to fight for the Golem Slate before?" A boy asked in confusion.

"There are some stupid kids that we cannot afford to offend. This person is a peerless devil. As long as he has enough time to grow up, he will become another 'White Sword God' or 'Buzhou Thunder Emperor' in his lifetime."

You must never offend in this life, otherwise you will regret it one day!"

Wu Muhou sighed deeply, still a little afraid in his heart, and personally controlled the silver boat and hurried away.

At this moment, within the troll clan, the Northern Liang Kingdom has been completely surrounded by countless forces.

Outside the capital of Beiliang, a giant jade platform was erected, with masters onlookers from all directions on the jade platform.

Above the jade platform, there is a huge birdcage, made of floating stone.

In the birdcage, there is a girl imprisoned, and it is Feng Xueyan.

And in the center of the jade platform below the birdcage, there were two monks in the early stages of becoming gods, fighting.

The two of them sometimes looked at the birdcage with a look of covetousness.

"Only the winning sect can obtain the Troll Clan's Golem Slate and Feng Xueyan!"

An old man with cold eyes like a snake presided over the fighting in the ring.

The ownership of Feng Xueyan and the stone slab is determined through competition in the arena. This is the method for more than a hundred forces to decide together!

No one can stop it, not even the trolls!

In the second-class seat below the ring, the troll leader Ju Qing clenched his fists fiercely, with anger gushing from his eyes.

His daughter was treated as a prize in a competition and deceived to such an extent!

"Old man Juqing, don't be impulsive! You are only half-stepping into practice, and you are no match for these more than a hundred forces. When Zhou Ming comes back, you will definitely be able to solve Xue Yan's catastrophe!" Dongxu held down Juqing's arm and mouthed

Although he tried to persuade me, his eyes were still very angry.

"Is Zhou Ming coming? One-third of the first-class forces in the Rain Realm are here. Does Zhou Ming still dare to break up with all these forces? Not even the eight ancestors dare to?"

Realizing that his mistake had almost revealed the secret of the Eight Ancestor's existence, Ju Qing held back his words, but there was disappointment in his eyes.

Why are the eight ancestors unwilling to help Xueyan?

As long as the ancestors come forward and the eight Lianxu sit in the troll clan, who dares to take advantage of the troll clan?

boom!

Above the arena, there was suddenly a violent explosion.

In the explosion, one of the Dou Fa Transformers was killed, leaving only the Yuanshen to flee down the jade platform in panic.
To be continued...