The ordinary Qiang flute made of oil bamboo fell into Ning Fan's hands and became a terrifying murder weapon, even more powerful than a low-grade flying sword!

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

Dozens of Hu riders in the vanguard were all killed by Qiang flutes piercing their forehead bones in just a moment and fell off their horses.

The three Huqi leaders looked horrified. Ning Fan's killing method of controlling the Qiang flute was no longer a mortal martial arts, but an 'immortal magic' that could only be seen in the Central Region!

"Immortal, Immortal Master! This person is actually an Immortal Master! He is an Immortal Master from the Central Region!"

"An immortal master can slaughter tens of thousands of mortals. Damn it! It's just a Snow Lotus Tribe, a small tribe of only a few hundred people. No matter how many cattle and sheep there are, it will never be possible to mobilize the immortal master. Why does this immortal master want to help?"

They lend a hand!"

"No matter! After all, there is only one person here, and we have five thousand horsemen fighting for our lives with him!"

The three leaders showed ferocious expressions. As soon as they blew their horns, five thousand horsemen immediately took their bows and fired arrows at Ning Fan. The arrows were like meteors chasing the moon, and they were thick and dense in the cold night.

Ning Fan looked at the five thousand arrows, his eyes unmoved. His figure flickered and disappeared like a ghost. All five thousand arrows were shot empty.

The spells he cast were only minor spells at the level of Pulmonary Pulse, which were just invisibility. With his soul-splitting cultivation at the first level of Pulmonary Pulse, he could only cast low-level spells, which seemed to be back to the days when he first cultivated demons.

But to mortals, invisibility is already a terrifying magical power!

Chi! Chi! Chi!,

Every time Qiang Di takes action, dozens of people will die.

In this dark night, Ning Fan was the only one fighting one-sidedly!

It is true that he would not bully mortals with his magic power, but for bully thugs like these five thousand Hu Qi, Ning Fan would not care at all and would just kill them directly.

The night fades and the morning light shines on the snow-capped mountains.

Ning Fan stepped over five thousand corpses and walked indifferently toward the other end of the snow mountain.

Among the Snow Lotus Tribe, Chief Xisa still had a worried expression.

He originally got the news that the Ghost Wolf Tribe and three other Hu Cavalry tribes were going to massacre the Snow Lotus Tribe, but the news seemed to be inaccurate. The Ghost Wolf Tribe did not have any Hu Cavalry troops to attack. What was going on?

For three consecutive days, the Snow Lotus tribe was still safe and sound.

In the past three days, the Snow Lotus herdsmen who went out to investigate discovered a terrifying scene at the foot of the Snow Mountain thirty miles away!

Five thousand barbarians were all killed!

The murderer's method was extremely horrific. It seemed that he had used some kind of special weapon to pierce the forehead bones of all the Hu Qi, leaving bloody holes as thick as a thumb on the forehead bones of all the corpses.

Judging from the battlefield situation, there is only one murderer!

"He killed five thousand cavalry from the Ghost Wolf Tribe and other tribes with his own strength! This is really terrifying!" All the Snow Lotus herdsmen, including the leader of the Xisa tribe, were deeply shocked.

At the same time, I felt lucky. After all, these five thousand Hu Riders were going to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe. If the mysterious killer hadn't killed all the Hu Riders, these Hu Riders would have massacred the Snow Lotus Tribe three days ago.

"It seems that we should thank that mysterious master. But we don't know who this master will be." All the Snow Lotus herdsmen sighed.

"It's him! It's Brother Ning!" Only Xilian cried with joy.

She recognized the wounds and bloody holes in the foreheads of the corpses, which were caused by the Qiang flute specially made by the Snow Lotus Department.

And there may be only one person who can kill five thousand cavalry with an ordinary Qiang flute made by the Snow Lotus Tribe.

"Brother Ning" the girl looked into the distance, feeling grateful and sighing.

She thanked Ning Fan for saving the Snow Lotus Division and asked for nothing in return.

She also sighed, sighing that Ning Fan would never come back.

"This is not his home, he is not a returnee, he is just a passer-by."

Ning Fan climbed over the snow-capped mountains and walked for three more days.

The Tomb of the Thunder Emperor is very mysterious. Every time you kill an undead with cultivation level, you will definitely get a Thunder Fruit similar to Dao Fruit. The mana contained in it is roughly equivalent to one percent of the normal Dao Fruit medicinal power.

Ning Fan killed five thousand people but did not get any thunder fruit, naturally because these people were just mortals.

But during the three days of crossing the snow-capped mountains, Ning Fan discovered dozens of spiritual beasts with the cultivation of pulse-opening in the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

These spiritual beasts are extremely terrifying to mortals, but they are not worth mentioning to Ning Fan.

These spirit beasts attacked Ning Fan sneakily, but Ning Fan killed them with a wave of his hand, and obtained more than twenty Pulse-Opening Thunder Fruits.

After Ning Fan took more than twenty Pulse Pulsating Thunder Fruits, his soul-splitting cultivation level broke through to the fifth level of Pulsing Pulsing in one fell swoop.

This cultivation level is exactly the same as his cultivation level when he was the young master of Qimei!

He stood at the other end of the snow-capped mountain, walking in the night, looking up at the bright moon, looking back at the world like smoke

"Five Levels of Pulsating Veins"

His body is healing itself using the Black Star technique.

And his split soul will continue to walk in this imperial tomb, and improve this split soul to a higher level!

Pulse channel, Fusion spirit, Golden elixir, Nascent Soul, Spirit transformation, Void refining

Step by step, build the road again!

And this path will not take too much time. With his magical power, it only takes an extreme amount of time to cultivate this soul to an extremely high level.

"It's just that in my heart, I still haven't figured out what virtuality is."

He looked at the bright moon and felt that the mortal world was getting further and further away, unthinkable.

What is virtual

On the fourth day, he walked to the other side of a snow-capped mountain, which was a small water town.

On the lake, a number of awning boats kept coming and going, and from time to time a young girl waved to Ning Fan on the shore.

But Ning Fan never said anything. He just stood on the bridge, looked at the flowing water under his feet, waited for the dark night, and looked at the moonlight reflection in the water, and seemed to have some enlightenment.

One day, two days, three days

On the sixth day, he looked at the shadow of the night moon in the water, and threw a warm stone to scatter the waves on the lake surface, and the moon shadow was scattered.

In an instant, he understood!
Chapter completed!