"Hey, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have misfortune and good fortune. Su Yihou is sad... These five little ancestors like to torment people, but they are not bad-hearted... When Su Yihou gets along with them in the future, he will tolerate it as much as he can.

Bar..."

"My condolences? What are your condolences for?" Ning Fan was confused.

"Hey, Marquis Suyi is really an open-minded person. Let's not talk about it... Let's go, I will take Marquis Suyi into the mountain to understand the Rain Monument."

Lu Yu did not have the strength to capture the five sword spirits, so he could only be bullied by the five sword spirits.

Ning Fan is not afraid of the Five Sword Spirits, he is the only one who bullies the Sword Spirits.

For Lu Yu, being abandoned by the Five Sword Spirits was a happy event.

For Ning Fan, getting the Five Sword Spirits is also a gain.

The two entered the mountainside, and after burning incense, Ning Fan left Juntian Palace.

Feeling Ning Fan's retreating light, Lu Yu sighed deeply, "Five little ancestors, please take it easy and don't torment Su Yihou to death... Speaking of which, I also want to thank Su Yi

Yihou, if Suyihou had not appeared, the five little ancestors would not have left... From today on, no one will make any noise, and I can sleep peacefully..."

"I'm a little bit used to it without them yelling..."

...

The first realm of Tianyun, the Haotian realm!

Ning Fan started from the third realm, Red Sky Realm, and challenged the six hall masters from the fourth to ninth realms all the way. The only ones he has not yet challenged are Haotian Hall and Yangtian Hall.

Since the death of the fourth prince, Yangtian Palace has always been the weakest of the nine branch halls. The owner of the palace is just a glimpse, named Zheng He, and he died in the Battle of the Hundred Sects...

Nowadays, the Yangtian Palace is getting weaker and weaker, and is not worth mentioning. The only thing that needs attention is the Haotian Palace.

Ning Fan's gaze was sharp. As far as he knew, the master of Haotian Palace was a Taixu monk and the strongest among the nine palace masters.

If the leader of Haotian Palace is defeated, all the Nine Palaces of Rain Monuments will be collected.

Passing by cities one after another and across high mountains, Ning Fan stepped on the golden ancient sword and galloped through the territory of Haotian. Yunshan Mountain was already in sight.

On top of the 90,000-foot-high Yunshan Mountain, a short old man, as skinny as wood, stood hunched over with his eyes closed.

From all directions, all the good monks from the Nine Realms gathered.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Yangtian Palace is not worth mentioning. As long as Ning Fan defeats the master of the Haotian Palace, he can be considered defeated in all the eight palaces of the Yu Palace.

Countless monks are speculating and placing bets on whether the master of Haotian Palace in the Taixu realm will win, or the undefeated Ning Fan who will win...

"You're here..."

The short old man suddenly opened his eyes, filled with the feeling of continuous rain.

He looked at the golden sword light that was getting closer and closer, and his face gradually became cold.

"I heard from Buyu, the fourth elder, that you let the sinner Wu Chen go... right?"

call!

A very heavy rain spread, and it started to rain hundreds of thousands of miles around!

The old man's Taixu level aura directly condensed into an illusory aura palm print, and he slapped it on Ning Fan's head!

"I, Yunling, am the master of the Haotian Palace! As long as I am here, you can never comprehend my Haotian Rain Monument!"

Ning Fan stopped the sword light, put away the ancient sword, stood on the sea of ​​clouds, raised his hand and punched, shattering the aura palm print.

His fists were slightly numb... This Haotian Palace Master is indeed a Taixu monk, and should not be underestimated.

"What if I insist on seeing the Haotian Rain Monument!" Ning Fan asked fearlessly.

"Easy! Defeat me, and you can see the Haotian Rain Monument! But you can't do it!"

laugh!

The old man took one step without a trace, and the next moment, he appeared above the sea of ​​clouds, snorting disdainfully.

"Although I am not a Guiyuan Taixu, I can easily defeat you!"

In front of hundreds of thousands of monks, Yunling put down his arrogance, and immediately patted his storage bag, and a brilliant silver pagoda appeared in his hand.

As soon as the tower appeared, a rain filled with boundless evil energy rushed towards his face, making Ning Fan's eyes solemn.

The monks from all directions, who knew the origin of this tower, all screamed in disbelief.

"This is...the Tower of Sealing Rain!"

This tower not only seals the rain, but also seals countless demons and undead that have been killed by the Rain Palace for tens of thousands of years...

This tower was once the natal treasure given to the fourth prince personally by the Rain Emperor. Now... it belongs to Yunling!
Chapter completed!