Three breaths!

The fire-eating gourd suddenly cracked and shattered.

At the moment of shattering, the black fire turned into a fire dragon and flew out from the cracks in the gourd. It burned the remains of the gourd to ashes!

"Gourd, my gourd!" Lord Dotian's expression changed drastically.

He never expected that Ning Fan was also proficient in the incarnation and soul-extraction techniques.

He never expected that Ning Fan could draw out the void soul, and his skill in this technique was even higher than his!

He didn't have time to think more, because with Ning Fan's finger, nine black fire dragons were already shaking the sky and the earth, roaring and attacking!

"Fellow Taoist, stop it, I admit defeat!"

Lord Motian didn't care about the gourd, so he directly borrowed Earth Escape and fled away, not daring to withstand the attack of the nine fire dragons.

Even though he escaped in a hurry, he still suffered a lot of burns.

This was because Ning Fan was merciful. If not, Lord Mo Tian would have been severely injured by the Yin and Yang Fire that Ning Fan unleashed with all his strength.

Seeing Lord Mo Tian escaping, Ning Fan did not pursue him. He took back the magic fire and stepped into the cave. He borrowed the Yuanhuang Jade to watch the enlightenment in the cave.

There are already 471 patterns of life and death on the soul. As the enlightenment becomes deeper and deeper, it is impossible to increase the number of patterns with ordinary enlightenment.

Fortunately, the design of the Shengxian Tower is inherently more profound than the previous level.

In this way, after walking through the five hundred floors of the cave, the number of Dao patterns will definitely exceed 500.

"He actually won so quickly!" Zhou Nan's eyes were shocked.

In his opinion, Ning Fan, who used soul-drawing and magical powers, would not necessarily be defeated even if he fought against the three old monsters.

Maybe...it's unknown if Ning Fan can get to the first twenty floors of the cave!

"If I am only in the Broken Third Realm, I may not be the opponent of this boy... From this inference, this boy may really be able to reach the top twenty levels!"

After watching the Tao Enlightenment, Ning Fan didn't stay for a long time, and flew towards the 28th floor with a flash of light.

Using yin and yang fire to attack the enemy consumes a lot of mana. If it is just a battle, that's it. In situations like this, it is not suitable to continue to use yin and yang fire.

Ning Fan patted the storage bag and took out the Emperor Xia Sword.

The blade of the sword was cold, and the heartbeats of the five people could be heard slightly.

That was the heartbeat of five little sword spirit girls, hiding in the sword, trying to help Ning Fan control the sword.

"Come out. Now I can control this sword with ease. From today on, you don't need to stay in the sword body."

Ning Fan said with a slightly distressed expression.

He knew that with the Five Sword Spirits' cultivation, it was actually very difficult to control this sword. It was a hard and tiring job.

In the past, there was no choice but to leave this hard work to five little girls.

Now that Ning Fan's combat power is fully activated and he has developed the sword intention of Emperor Xia Sword, he can still wield the sword calmly even without the help of the Five Sword Spirits.

In this case, there is no need to burden the Five Sword Spirits.

"Wow! Xiao Fanfan doesn't want Jingjing. Jingjing is so sad!" The first sword spirit left the sword body in tears and ran back to the sword bag.

"Wow! Xiao Fanfan doesn't want Momo. Momo is even more sad than Jingjing!" The second sword spirit returned to the sword bag in tears.

"Wow! Xiao Fanfan doesn't want Shuishui, Shuishui won't be with you anymore! Humph!" The third sword spirit ran back in tears.

"Wow! Xiao Fanfan doesn't want Huahua, Huahua will never do this or that with you again!" The fourth sword spirit ran back to the sword bag talking nonsense. She seemed to have never done anything with Ning Fan.

"Woo...Woo...Woo..." The little stutterer couldn't hold back the sentence at all, and burst into tears. Tears rushed back.

From the sword bag, five little girls could not stop crying.

Ning Fan stopped his escaping light and rubbed his head as he felt a slight headache.

He just wanted the Five Sword Spirits to rest. The Five Sword Spirits seemed to have misunderstood that he was abandoning them...

Do these five little girls have glass hearts? They are so fragile...

"I will not abandon you." Ning Fan explained helplessly.

Children always need to be coaxed.

"Really!" The crying stopped, and the little girls became lively again.

"Really... can you guys sleep for a while? Don't make trouble."

Ning Fan gave an order, and the five chatterboxes immediately shut up and went to sleep.

After comforting the five little girls, Ning Fan continued to fly to the 28th floor.

Sitting on the 28th floor is an old demon monk wearing cassock.

This person is a meditator, and there are many types of meditators.

Some people have tempered their physical bodies and are powerful enough to defeat gods and demons. Some have tempered their supernatural powers. Sumeru can break through all kinds of magic. Of course, there are also people like this person who have karmic obstacles in practicing swordsmanship.

This demon monk has a blood-red flying sword on his lap.

He closed his eyes and fell into concentration, his heart still as if water were flowing, but at a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a bloody glow, and praised coldly with a hoarse voice.

"What a powerful evil spirit! What a strong sword intent! What a powerful demon!"

The demon monk suddenly stood up. He made a clasped hand with one hand and held the blood sword upside down with the other, and walked out of the cave.

Far away in the cave, there was also a young man in black, holding a golden sword, walking towards him step by step!

The evil aura in the young man's eyes was earth-shattering.

The strength of the sword's power all over the young man's body shocked people's hearts.

Every step the young man takes is brewing the power of the sword, and every step can leave golden ripples on the earth!

"Are fellow Taoists coming to rob my cave?" the demon monk asked coldly.

"Yes!" Ning Fan in black said his words like gold. The evil aura in his eyes was slightly dissipated, replaced by the pure golden sword light.

"Defeat me, and the cave will be yours!" The demon monk felt heavy pressure from Ning Fan.

Although he is a monk in the second level of Sui Xu, Ning Fan's aura at this moment is still better than his, just a little short of being able to enter the third level of Sui Xu!

"As you wish!"

Ning Fan's steps gradually slowed down, but his sword power became stronger and stronger.

He is trying to assume the identity of Yun Tianjue.

In his mind, the endless sword techniques of Ten Thousand Sword Styles echoed over and over again.

Wanjian Style is the Shattering Void Sword Technique, one of the three major sword techniques of Yuntian Jue.

Ning Fan has gradually cultivated enough to fully unleash the full power of the Ten Thousand Swords Style.

With the Emperor Xia Sword and its sword intent, coupled with the Ten Thousand Sword Style, he was confident that he could defeat two groups of cultivators with one sword!

"We can't wait any longer! When his sword power reaches its peak, I must defeat him! Blood Lotus Style!"

The demon monk raised his sword fiercely, and the bloody sword spirit flew around his body, and a huge phantom of the bloody Bodhisattva appeared behind him.

The Blood Bodhisattva stepped on the blood lotus, and as the demon monk moved his sword, the blood lotus began to wither piece by piece.

With each additional lotus petal that withered, the demonic monk's sword glow became stronger.

At this moment, the demon monk's flying sword flashed with bright red blood, and there was a trace of the smell of blood and the fragrance of lotus.

The entire cave space suddenly began to tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse.

The demon monk suddenly raised his blood sword, and the blood sword suddenly turned into hundreds of millions of blood lights, exploding from the center like a lotus flower in full bloom.

Hundreds of millions of sharp sword lights struck down, as if cutting Ning Fan into pieces.

Ning Fan sighed. With this monster monk blocking him, he would not be able to complete the nine steps and raise his sword power to its peak.

Even so, this sword style is enough to defeat this monster monk with one sword!

The sword light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and his whole body seemed to turn into an eternal sword at this moment!

He raised his hand fiercely, holding the Emperor Xia Sword, and pointed towards the sky.

Immediately... he struck down with a sword!

The whole world seems to be still, as if only the power of this sword is left!

The sky in the cave space was dyed pure gold by the sword light in an instant!

The golden sky. Suddenly like rain, countless golden sword lights fell from the sky!

One way, ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways!

Thousands of ways, one hundred thousand ways, millions of ways, tens of millions of ways!

In the end, tens of millions of sword lights turned into billions of sword rain at one point!

Ning Fan assumed the identity of Yun Tian Jue because he wanted to understand the essence of Wan Jian Jue.

Then, he abandoned the sword style of Yun Tian Jue and kept only the essence, turning it into his own Ten Thousand Sword Style.
To be continued...