"Fang Sheng, fight with me!"

The moment Ning Fan arrived, a heavy aura fell on the entire Yunshan Mountain, as if a mountain rain was about to come!

All the monks near Yunshan, regardless of their level of cultivation, all felt that their breathing was stagnant and they could not bear Ning Fan's powerful aura.

Yu Chong'er looked up at the sea of ​​clouds, looking in disbelief at the young man in white standing coldly on the golden ancient sword.

At this moment, Ning Fan no longer looked as easy-going as usual. There was a belief in his eyes, a belief that swept through the Eighth Palace!

Ning Fan at this moment is just like the bloody battle in the Blood Dragon Pond, with an unstoppable momentum!

"Marquis Suyi is fighting against the other eight hall masters this time, is he trying to understand the Rain Monument, or is he trying to establish his authority..." Yu Bai thought deeply.

"No, none of them... He must have an extremely important reason to defeat the Eighth Palace alone..." Yu Chong'er said to himself.

All the deities and elders in Youtian Palace looked in awe. None of the deities present could resist Ning Fan's momentum. They were all captured by the momentum and unable to move!

Venerable Xue was not good enough, ugly Han Yun Lie was not good enough, and the Yun Kuang God Envoy of the Yuanying monk was naturally even more bad. He was directly overwhelmed by Ning Fan's momentum and fell to the ground!

During the Jin Dynasty, Yun Kuang repeatedly made things difficult for Ning Fan for the sake of Yin Suqiu, but Ning Fan destroyed his Taoist heart. Fifty years later, Yun Kuang could not make any progress in his cultivation, and repeatedly failed to break through the bottleneck. The last time he hit the bottleneck, his eyes changed.

Destroyed by catastrophe...

Fifty years ago, he was the Nascent Soul monster, and Ning Fan was the Fusion Spirit Ant.

Fifty years later, Ning Fan's breath will make him unable to stand!

"Compared to him, I, Yun Kuang, am nothing. I am just an ant...I am just an ant..." Yun Kuang lay on the ground, frustrated.

Ning Fan stood in the clouds. He put away the ancient sword and did not look at Yun Kuang. This person was not as good as him back then, and he is even worse now.

He only looked at Fang Sheng, waiting for Fang Sheng to challenge!

"You have defeated the Marquis of Longnan and Huang Gu in a row. I am afraid that you already have the invincible fighting power to fight against the void. Let me see if you can fight on an equal footing with me!"

laugh!

Fang Sheng's old eyes flashed, and his whole body turned into a streak of snow-white light. He appeared on the top of the sea of ​​clouds in an instant, with a momentum like a violent wind. He was wearing a white robe and made a hunting sound.

As soon as his magic power was activated, the sea of ​​​​void immediately appeared under his feet. Standing in the sea of ​​​​void, Fang's magic power seemed to be endless.

He raised his finger, a brilliant cloud light flashed between his fingers, pressed it towards Ning Fan, and shouted coldly.

"The Art of Cloud Annihilation!"

As soon as the cloud light dispersed, millions of white clouds suddenly appeared around Ning Fan. On each white cloud was a grimace, grinning strangely.

Millions of ghost faces all swallowed up the clouds and mist. In just a moment, all of Ning Fan's aura was swallowed up. Wisps of mana flowed out of Ning Fan's body and were swallowed by the ghost faces.

Ning Fan felt that the magic power in his body was temporarily lost. His eyes froze slightly, and he tried to burn away the clouds and mist in the sky with magic fire.

But as soon as Fang activated the magic fire, the magic power was lost even faster, and even the essence began to disappear.

And Ning Fan has a feeling that this grimace cloud can swallow up most spells, and even black fire cannot harm these clouds... Fang Sheng's spells are so weird.

"This is... the magic of the peak of mortal world, the art of cloud oblivion!" A god-forming elder resumed his movement and said in shock.

"Master Fang Sheng once used this technique to drain the mana of several Void Cultivation monks. Once this technique is activated, it only takes a moment and a half. Su Yihou's mana will be swallowed up by the ghost-faced white clouds!"

"This ghost-faced white cloud can swallow mana. All spell attacks will be absorbed by this cloud. It is said that only monks with special consciousness can resist this cloud."

"Once you lose your magic power, no matter how powerful Su Yihou is, he is still no match for Master Fang Sheng!"

The discussion on the cloud mountain reached Ning Fan's ears. In just a few breaths, he had consumed 70% of his magic power and energy, all of which were sucked away by the ghostly face.

He looked at the clouds of grimaces in the sky, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly released his sword thoughts.

In the sea of ​​clouds, a drop of thick ink spread across the sky. In an instant, it turned into an ink-colored sword light that covered the sky and the sun, shattering countless ghostly faces and clouds.

"Sword Nian... Sure enough, I can't defeat you with the art of Yunyan. Good fortune fishing net!"

Fang Sheng was not too surprised when he saw that Yunyan's technique was broken.

Being able to use this technique to consume 70% of Ning Fan's mana at the beginning was already a good result. At this moment, Fang Sheng was sure of victory.

He pointed a finger, and wisps of white mana came out from his finger, intertwining into a huge fishing net.

Raise the fishing net in the air, and the fishing net will turn into ten thousand in an instant.

Tens of thousands of fishing nets were wrapped around Ning Fan. The threads of the fishing nets were extremely tough and could not be destroyed even by a single blow.

Even ten years ago, during the Song Dynasty, Ning Fan, who had not found all the fire from the sky, frost and earth, could not burn this fishing net with the fire of yin and yang.

Even a single blow from Taixu may not be able to break the fishing net, and Fang Sheng did not think that Ning Fan, whose mana was greatly reduced at this moment, could release a spell of Taixu's scale with only 30% of his mana.

"You are defeated! Don't worry, I will only wrap you in a fishing net and won't hurt you. But if you can't defeat me, you can't understand under the rain monument. It's too early to defeat me with your Wenxu realm.

Already."

"Yeah!"

Ning Fan suddenly stepped into the sky, and the sky shattered, revealing the boundless void.

He grabbed the ground, and the soul of the earth that was 400,000 miles away was pulled out by him!

He grabbed the void, and the soul of the void that was 400,000 miles away was pulled out by him!

Opening his mouth and swallowing, he swallowed both the earth soul and the void soul into his belly, and gained 10 million extra mana out of thin air!

In an instant, Ning Fan's momentum increased steadily, and the mana in his body reached 18.2 million armor in an instant. His mana was more powerful than Fang Sheng!

"The art of extracting souls! And it's actually the second level of extracting souls from the void!" Fang Sheng's eyes turned pale with shock.

The art of soul extraction is one of the three magical powers of Suixu, but even the old monster Suixu may not understand the soul extraction technique.

And the only person in the Rain Realm who can practice the art of soul extraction to the second level is the Rain Emperor!

Ning Fan is actually the second monk in the Rain Realm who can extract the Soul of the Void!

"burn!"

Ning Fan pointed towards the sky above his head and towards the tens of thousands of good fortune fishing nets.

Black fire spread all over the sky in the sea of ​​clouds, and nine incomparable black fire dragons rushed out from the sea of ​​fire. They breathed flames and easily burned the fishing nets all over the sky into ashes.

Ten years have passed. He has mastered twenty four kinds of heavenly frost and earthly fire. The power of the demonic fire is comparable to the seventh-grade high-grade spiritual fire!

If this fishing net is used by Shaoxu, Ning Fan may not be able to burn it, but if it is used by Fang Sheng, that's another matter!

"What!" Fang Sheng was shocked again. This good luck fishing net was a supreme secret technique given to him by the Sixth Prince, but it was burned to ashes by Ning Fan's black fire...

What kind of spiritual fire is that! Is there such a high-grade spiritual fire in the rain world?

Before his mind could recover from the shock, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his vest.

But they saw the nine-headed fire dragons all turning their heads towards Fang Sheng, their eyes showing a bloodthirsty and fierce look.

This nine-headed black dragon was transformed into a seventh-grade high-grade flame. Rain Realm Sui Xu does not have such a high-grade flame!

This black fire was cast by Ning Fan with a magic power close to that of a Taixu monk. Even a Taixu monk could never hope to block the burning of the fire dragon!

The nine-headed fire dragon rushed over, carrying a sea of ​​fire and drowning Fang Sheng.

After just a few breaths, Fang Sheng was like the Yellow Valley before. He fell out of the sea of ​​fire, fell into the sky, and landed heavily on the top of Yunshan Mountain.

Ning Fan said nothing, swallowed back the black fire, and landed on the top of Yunshan Mountain.

Fang Sheng climbed up from the huge pit, looked at Ning Fan with a complicated expression, and sighed.

"I... lost..."

Fang Sheng knew that Ning Fan had shown mercy.

Otherwise, with Ning Fan's terrifying magic power after using the Soul Extraction Technique, and using such a high-level black fire to attack the enemy, the power of the fire is definitely not something that others can compete with...

Except for the Taixu monks, no one can stop Ning Fan's power of black fire...

"Come with me, Marquis Suyi. I will take you to the center of the mountain to study the Rain Monument of Youtian Palace..."

Ning Fan didn't say much and followed Fang Sheng into the heart of Yunshan Mountain.

The monks in the entire Yunshan Mountain, including those in the Netherworld Realm and those in other realms, were all silent.

"Youtian Palace has also been defeated...the only ones that can block Suyihou's attack are Juntian Palace and Haotian Palace..."

"In my opinion, even Juntian Palace may not be able to defeat Suyihou. After all, Juntian Palace Master only has an invincible cultivation level... I am afraid that only Haotian Palace Master can win.

After all, the master of Haotian Palace is a Taixu monk..."

laugh!

After a stick of incense, Ning Fan escaped from the mountain and headed towards the next realm.

Along the way, he took pills to restore his magic power. After a slight delay, he arrived at the Xuantian realm three days later.

The seventh realm of Tianyun, the Xuantian realm!

Countless monks had learned the news of the defeat of the master of Youtian Palace three days ago, and one by one they rushed to Xuantian Mirror with the help of teleportation arrays in Tianyun Kingdom, waiting to watch another battle.

At this moment, no monk doubted Ning Fan's determination to challenge the Eighth Palace.

Whether it is to understand the Rain Monument or to establish prestige and fame, Ning Fan's purpose in challenging the Eighth Palace is not what everyone cares about.

Everyone just wants to know whether Ning Fan can defeat the other eight hall masters on his own and become the leader of the nine halls!
To be continued...