The blood demon sneered, and his whole body suddenly shattered into pieces, turning into a roll of billions of bloody sword lights, and the sword lights swept across the sky in an instant.

He walked step by step behind 40,000 people. Behind him, all 40,000 powerful Buried Immortal Clan fell into countless blood mist!

"Wha, what! 280 Shattered Void and 40,000 Void Refiners were unable to stop this demon even half a step! Damn it, except for us and the ancestor kings, everyone stayed behind to preserve the bloodline of the Buried Immortal Clan!"

"...yes!"

Following the order from the Ancestor King, 45 strong Broken Six and Broken Seven warriors stood in front of the Blood Demon.

But the 21 ancestor kings fled desperately.

"It's just rubbish...dismantle!"

laugh!

The blood demon sneered, shattered into countless blood lights, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he appeared behind 45 strong men.

The expressions of the 45 old monsters of Broken Six and Broken Seven were all fixed on their faces.

The next moment, everyone's heads flew high into the sky, and blood splashed into the clouds. The bloody sword energy invaded their bodies and strangled their souls instantly!

The blood demon didn't even look at the corpses, Dao fruits, and storage bags all over the ground.

He just stared at the 21 ancestor kings escaping in front of him and licked his tongue with a bloodthirsty expression.

Stomp hard and crush all the loot!

He likes to destroy!

For him, killing is the most fun thing.

After being defeated so many times, Ning Fan's Taoist heart has been deeply eroded by demonic thoughts, and his Taoist heart has been lost.

Stepping on 8,800 black starlights, the Blood Demon chased behind the Seventeen Kings in an instant, transformed into a giant body of 50,000 feet, and swallowed the Seventeen Kings alive in one big mouthful.

As soon as the seventeen kings were swallowed into the belly of the blood demon, they were chopped to pieces by the blood light, screamed in agony, and died unexpectedly!

This is the power of the military solution style!

This is the reason why Xitianbing Jie Zong is so famous!

Exchanging death for death, this technique can only be performed by madmen. Bingjiezong is a gathering place for madmen!

It’s just that the disciples of the Bingjie Sect perform the Bingjie Swordsmanship for the sake of war, for the sect, and for the righteousness in their hearts.

Blood Demon is different.

At first, Ning Fan used the Bingjie Style to protect Mu Weiliang. Now, he has degenerated into a blood demon. He only has killing in his heart and does not recognize his relatives!

"Seventeen Kings!"

The Nine Kings gritted their teeth and looked at the Blood Demon. They wanted to volunteer to stay and stop the Blood Demon. The next moment, they were torn into pieces by the Blood Demon.

The Eighth Patriarch was trembling all over. When the blood demon chased him behind him, he wanted to beg for mercy, but the blood demon ignored his plea for mercy and didn't even bother to accept him as a slave.

Blood Demon, just wants to kill!

In an instant, the Eight Patriarchs were torn into pieces!

The Fifth Patriarch was swallowed by the Blood Demon, the Four Kings were chewed alive by the Blood Demon, and the Eleventh King was trampled into a pulp by the Blood Demon.

One by one, the ancestor kings with astonishing cultivation levels fell one after another. In the end, only the thirteen kings were left...

The Thirteen Kings did not dare to escape, so they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the Blood Demon, exploding their bodies in an attempt to die together with the Blood Demon.

His death did severely damage the Blood Demon.

Ning Fan's body was covered with blood, and he exited the blood demon's body, half-kneeling on the ground. His body was covered with wounds.

There is no time to cure, even if the star magic is powerful, there is no time to cure.

The military dismantling style has been used too many times...

And he slaughtered the entire Immortal Burial Clan by himself!

The price is that the Taoist heart is completely filthy and corroded by evil thoughts...

Ning Fan forced himself to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were almost out of control.

He still has some sanity at the moment because he was severely hit by the last ancestor king's demonic thoughts.

But if he recovers from his injuries later, he will become possessed again and lose all reason, even if he does not use the military solution...

Price, price...

Nothing in this world needs to be paid for.

"I must go back early. Take Wei Liang away, and find a way to temporarily suppress the evil thoughts...before I completely lose my mind."

Ning Fan gritted his teeth, ignored the scattered storage bags on the ground, set up the golden ancient sword, and galloped back all the way.

He scattered 8,800 black stars above his head, but the star magic was still in his body and he could instinctively heal itself.

His injuries are recovering little by little.

The demonic thoughts that had been slightly dispersed were also recovering.

His eyes were blood red, and he was gradually losing his mind, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

When he returned to the Immortal Tree, he was angry and cold, with a cold smile on his lips.

He was once again invaded by demonic thoughts!

One person slaughtered 27 loose immortals, and the evil energy on his body was so terrifying that even the immortals would be deeply afraid of him if they saw him.

When Lu Xiu and others saw Ning Fan returning, and then saw Ning Fan's evil aura rising to the sky, they knew that Ning Fan must have killed all the nine ancestors and eighteen kings, and they were all frightened.

Especially Ning Fan at this moment gave them an extremely strange feeling. That sinister smile was so bloodthirsty that it made people shudder.

Mu Weiliang has been completely resurrected, but has not yet awakened.

The immortal tree has completely withered and its vitality has disappeared.

"Master, you're back! I thought you were going to die, I'm so scared!"

Seeing that Ning Fan had returned safely, San Mo was so happy that he burst into tears.

Don't get me wrong, he was worried that Ning Fan would die because he was imprisoned by Ning Fan.

Ning Fan is the master. If the master dies, the slave will die... He is afraid that he will be implicated by Ning Fan and die.

"San... Mo..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed with blood, he looked at San Mo with a sneer, and with a finger, he was ready to fight again.

In an instant, he transformed into the body of a blood demon, and the light of his sword was enough to instantly kill the demon.

Seeing this situation, San Mo was almost scared to death. He couldn't catch this sword light at all, and he would definitely die!

At the critical moment, Ning Fan suddenly showed a look of struggle in his eyes. He suddenly waved his hand and shot the blood-red sword light into the distance, avoiding Sanmo.

The power of a sword instantly flattened the land thousands of miles away, and the blood shot into the sky.

"Brother Pancake's situation is not right! Brother Pancake, look at me quickly, I am Mingque! Don't you recognize me?"

Ming Que showed an anxious look. Ning Fan at this moment made her feel so strange.

When he saw Ming Que, the Blood Demon licked his tongue, wanting to eat the pill demon in one bite.

The next moment, the blood demon suddenly beat his chest involuntarily, and with a finger of sword light, he punched a bloody hole in his chest.

Slightly dispelled the demonic thoughts...

Ning Fan exited the body of the blood demon and his eyes became clear again.

How could he be willing to hurt Ming Que...

Now that the demonic thoughts have penetrated deeply into his heart, only by seriously injuring himself can the demonic thoughts be dispersed and half of his sanity temporarily restored.

"Is this the price you pay for your sword-fighting skills... Is it worth it..." Si Wuxie bit her lip.

If she does this again, there is still a way to help Ning Fan suppress his demonic thoughts.

Her clone couldn't help Ning Fan at all.

"Is it worth it..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly, but he would still laugh.

Step by step towards the green coffin, looking at Mu Weiliang in the coffin, he felt a little relieved.

He said that he would not let her die again.

Now, can we barely fulfill that promise...

"Little butterfly...little butterfly..."

As if she felt Ning Fan approaching, Mu Weiliang opened her eyes gently, looking at Ning Fan with pure eyes, feeling confused, puzzled, and happy.

"You are a little butterfly...who am I..."

All her damaged memories were given to Ning Fan, who saw the destruction of heaven.

Now, she has forgotten everything, and the only thing she remembers is Ning Fan.

Only that butterfly remains... Even if I forget everything, I will never forget that butterfly.
To be continued...