As soon as he heard that the leader of the Three Realms actually possessed the body of the Purple Sun, Ning Fan immediately wanted to understand many things.

The reason why the leader of the Three Realms cultivated Du Yu must have been interested in Du Yu's Chiyang physique.

The huge purple sun summoned by the sect master of the three realms was clearly surrounded by purple flames, but it gave Ning Fan a very cold feeling.

A shiver ran through every pore in his body at this moment, which was an instinctive prediction of danger.

This Ziyang is very dangerous!

Ning Fan once had Luo You teach him a residual formula that could swallow the power of the True Yang.

But that formula is not complete. It is simply impossible to break the Purple Sun Technique of the Three Realms Sect Master with just one formula.

Under the purple sun, the leader of the three realms is clad in golden robes, surrounded by tens of thousands of golden characters.

His momentum was extremely strong, rising steadily under the purple sun, almost reaching the peak of the eighth level of Broken Void Heaven!

This person is already the pinnacle master of the Nine Realms, and he is not comparable to ordinary Suixu.

Compared with this person, Emperor Nirvana and Emperor Buzhou Lei are much inferior!

"Zi Yang's first technique, burning!"

The master of the three realms changed his finger skills, and streams of cold purple fire suddenly emitted from the purple sun, turning into countless huge purple firebirds and attacking Ning Fan and San Mo.

Ning Fan's eyes were slightly shocked. The power of these firebirds was still higher than that of Sanmo's fist.

Without the help of the scattered demons, Ning Fan would never be able to withstand the attack of the fire birds with his own strength!

Ning Fan had to admit that the sect leader of the Three Realms was very powerful, far beyond what he could contend with.

But he has a life-and-death relationship with the sect leader of the Three Realms. No matter what, he must not let go of this enemy!

"Do it!"

Ning Fan gave the order, and San Mo immediately strode out. Leaving Ning Fan behind, the demonic energy reversed, and his body suddenly shattered, turning into a torrential demonic mist, which then turned into an extremely huge black skull.

This black skeleton is a very powerful magical power, and it is one of Sanmo's trump card magical powers.

"swallow!"

The skull opened its mouth and swallowed, and the boundless suction force spread out, swallowing all the purple firebirds in the sky into its mouth.

Exiting the skeleton demon form. San Mo returned to his giant body and sneered. He felt that the magical power of the leader of the Three Realms seemed amazing, but in reality it was nothing more than that. In the end, it was easily broken by him.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the sound of countless firebirds chirping could be heard.

His huge demon body suddenly burned from the inside out. A big hole was burned out of his chest.

"If you dare to swallow my sect's magical power, you are seeking death! Explode!"

The leader of the Three Realms made a fierce seal, and the firebirds immediately exploded in Sanmo's body.

Sanmo screamed and was blown into countless pieces of black mist.

After a while, the black mist condensed into the giant body of the scattered demon, and its aura was much weakened. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.

At this moment, there was actually purple fire burning on San Mo's body. The purple fire penetrated into his body and turned into strips of purple maggots, eating away at San Mo's body!

For the first time, Sanmo's eyes showed panic. With his magical powers, he was unable to get rid of these fire maggots. This made him panic.

A proud smile appeared on the corner of the Three Realms Sect Master's lips. So what if Sanmo was injured? He was not injured by himself.

Ning Fan jumped back onto San Mo's shoulder. Without saying a word, he squatted down and put his palm on San Mo's shoulder. A half black and half white flame vortex appeared in the palm of his hand.

The wisps of purple fire in Sanmo's body were sucked into the vortex one by one and sealed into the Sun and Moon Monument.

Ning Fan dispelled the purple fire in Sanmo's body, stood up, his face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

There was actually a purple fire maggot in the blood.

"What a poisonous flame..."

Ordinary flames hurt people by burning them.

The Purple Fire of the Three Realms Sect Master hurts people, but it relies on corrosion.

If San Mo had not endured most of the damage from the purple fire, and if the Sun and Moon Monument had not suppressed the flames, Ning Fan would never have been able to force out the purple fire for San Mo with his cultivation.

Seeing that Ning Fan had saved him, Sanmo's eyes became complicated again.

The leader of the Three Realms' face turned livid. It was hard for him to imagine that the purple fire, which even Sanmo found troublesome, was actually broken by Ning Fan.

"Zi Yang's second technique, He!"

The leader of the Three Realms changed his finger skills, straightened his body, and jumped into the huge purple sun.

His body and Zi Yang slowly merged into one, and after a moment, Zi Yang completely integrated into the Three Realms Sect.

At this moment, the sect master of the three realms was radiating dazzling light, as if he had become a sun.

As soon as his finger gestures changed, the purple fire in his body suddenly burst out and condensed into a huge purple poisonous dragon.

The purple poisonous dragon's cultivation level is slightly lower than that of the Three Realms Sect Master, and is only at the seventh level of Shattering Void.

"point!"

The sect leader of the Three Realms continued to make secrets, and balls of purple fire flowed out of his body, condensing into purple poisonous dragons.

In an instant, eight purple poisonous dragons were surrounding him.

"kill!"

The leader of the Three Realms gave an order, and all the eight poisonous dragons beside him rushed towards San Mo and Ning Fan.

He himself mingled among the poisonous dragons, intending to cooperate with the poisonous dragons to defeat the scattered demons.

Ning Fan clenched his fists. At this moment, the Three Realms Sect Master's momentum surged. He even summoned eight Poisonous Dragons from the Seventh Heaven Shattering Void to help out. Their combat power exceeded that of San Mo.

Sanmo is fighting with the current sect leader of the Three Realms, and the chance of winning is slim.

But this battle is unavoidable. Once you step on this battlefield, there is no chance to retreat, you can only fight to the end!

"I have a secret technique that can restore the cultivation level above Shattering Void in a short time, but it requires the cooperation of your ancestral demon blood to be used. If this technique is successfully used, this old man will die!" Sanmo gritted his teeth and said.

What he meant was that he wanted to join forces with Ning Fan to fight against the sect masters of the three realms.

"How to cooperate with you!"

"You ignite the demonic blood and lend me the demonic power of your ancestral blood!"

"good!"

Ning Fan pondered for a moment and responded to Sanmo's request. Without saying a word, he ignited a trace of ancestral demon blood in his body.

At the moment when the demonic blood was ignited, a vast demonic power emitted from Ning Fan's body and was guided by Ning Fan into Sanmo's body.

Ning Fan's face quickly turned pale, but his eyes remained determined.

He didn't ignite the entire drop of demon blood, just a tiny bit of it.

Although only a trace of demonic blood was ignited, the demonic power produced was so vast that even the scattered demons felt a little breathless.

Wisps of demonic power were guided into San Mo's body. San Mo immediately made a hand gesture with his fingers, his face also turned pale, and his momentum began to rise.

He once had a large amount of demonic energy drained away by Ning Fan, causing his realm to fall.

Now, after absorbing the blood demon power of Ning Fanzu, he used secret techniques to temporarily replenish the demonic energy and returned to his previous cultivation level in a short period of time!

His aura gradually climbed to the realm of Sui Xu Jiu Tian, ​​and gradually exceeded the Sui Jiu realm. He was between Sui Xu and Mingxian.

At this moment of dispersing the demon, the demonic power around him gradually condensed into silence, as silent as stagnant water.

He raised his head, glared at the sect leader of the Three Realms and the eight-headed purple poisonous dragon, and smiled angrily, "Old man, fight with me!"

He waved his hand, and eight huge black skulls suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth.

The eight skulls all opened their huge mouths and each swallowed a purple poisonous dragon.

The majestic purple poisonous dragon from the seventh level of Shattered Void was swallowed by the skull, and immediately screamed and died.

The leader of the Three Realms was shocked and didn't know why Sanmo's momentum surged above Suixu in an instant.

He hurriedly stopped his steps, not panicking even though he was frightened. He clasped his fingers fiercely and muttered something.

"Rot!"

The eight-headed poisonous dragon corpse that was swallowed by the skull immediately exploded and turned into boundless poisonous fire, corroding the eight skulls one by one into purple venom.

The venom in the sky turned into purple poisonous rain, raining down on the head of the scattered demon.

Sanmo's eyes turned cold. With a strike from his fist, the poisonous rain in the sky was turned into nothingness.

The leader of the Three Realms was shocked again. At this moment, Sanmo gave him a feeling of invincibility.

He patted his storage bag, took out a golden gourd, and suddenly raised it.

A purple light floated out from behind the gourd, and the purple light turned into an extremely fast sharp blade, which could travel thousands of miles in one breath. With one slash in the air, it cut off the San Mo's head.

The head of the scattered demon flew high, but it did not die, but turned into black mist and dissipated.

The next moment, the black mist gathered, and San Mo's head grew back. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to grab the purple blade, and smashed the blade into pieces with one palm.

With a flick of the wind from the palm, the golden gourd was smashed into powder from afar.
To be continued...