Ning Fan took a deep look at Liu Haoyue. Without saying anything, he continued to escape to the next level.

He could have abandoned Liu Haoyue and others in exchange for more time to escape, but in the end he could not abandon Liu Haoyue.

After forcibly breaking the white-haired boy's barrier, Ning Fan's body became even weaker, and his escape speed was greatly reduced. He was almost caught up by the white-haired boy several times.

"Huh... We have saved our lives for the time being... Emperor Niyunyu saved us..." Each of the old monsters Suixu felt relieved, with complicated expressions on their faces.

Liu Haoyue clenched her fists, closed her eyes and sighed.

He could see that it was extremely difficult for Ning Fan to escape the pursuit of the white-haired boy.

He turned back just to save himself... This feeling of sympathy made the blood surge in Liu Haoyue's chest.

When he opened his eyes again, murderous intent surged into them.

"I can't help Brother Ning now! But if the Immortal of Destiny dares to hurt Brother Ning, Liu will spend his whole life and avenge Brother Ning at all costs!"

The eighth floor, the seventh floor, the sixth floor...

Ning Fan's consciousness gradually regained consciousness, but because his body was too weak to maintain the state of military dissolution, his demonic thoughts were scattered.

This is not good news...

His escape speed became slower and slower. At the second level of heaven, he was finally caught up by the white-haired boy.

Putting his escape light away, Ning Fan looked coldly at the white-haired boy in front of him, holding the sword in his hand.

The white-haired boy squinted his eyes, looked at Ning Fan motionlessly, and said with a smile, "Why don't you run away, junior? Your body seems to have reached its limit, the evil thoughts have eroded deeply, and the body has long been torn to pieces. Even if you have the ability to recover,

No matter how strong you are, you can't continue to use that desperate swordsmanship."

"I admire you very much. If you hand over those two girls, I will pardon your sin of massacring the Buried Immortal. I will spare your life and accept you as a slave. I will also appoint you as the Great Ancestor of the Buried Immortal. I will fight with you for four days."

,how?"

The white-haired boy looked at Ning Fan quietly. In his opinion, Ning Fan was not a fool and he should be able to see the difference between them.

In this situation, it is wise to hand over the two girls to protect yourself. Cultivation is inherently a selfish thing.

"..." Ning Fan said nothing, he was too weak to speak.

He just replied with cold eyes to the white-haired boy that he could not hand over Mingque and Mu Weiliang.

"Is this your answer... It's such a pity that talents like you are rare."

The figure of the white-haired boy suddenly faded. In an instant, Ning Fan was full of warning signs. He gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the soldier's stance. A faint blood glowed around his body. He raised his finger with his sword, turned around and slashed towards the rear.

"The power of this sword light is no longer 30% less than the original 30%, but even if you use this sword at its peak, it will not hurt me half an inch..."

The white-haired boy suddenly appeared behind Ning Fan. He raised his finger and an unimaginable force of collapse immediately swept across the entire sky!

Large areas of the sky began to collapse, seemingly unable to withstand the power of the white-haired boy's finger!

The weapon's sword light collapsed suddenly, along with the blood light all over Ning Fan's body.

Ning Fan's eyes were shocked. He had a premonition that if he didn't avoid it, he would definitely fall under this finger!

This white-haired boy is too powerful. Although he only shows his cultivation as a Life Immortal, his sense of oppression is even more terrifying than that of Emperor Xia!

When he was about to die, Ning Fan swayed and escaped into the Xuanyin world.

"Zhongqianjiebao?" The white-haired boy frowned.

As soon as he entered Xuanyin Realm, Ning Fan suddenly fell to the ground in Xuanyin Realm, coughing up blood.

Luo You looked pale. He hurried to Ning Fan, picked him up, and said bitterly, "That man's true cultivation level is that of a quasi-emperor... He is too strong. Even when I was at my peak, I couldn't be like him."

enemy, you are no match for him..."

"I know..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly, how could he not see how powerful the white-haired boy was.

The ancestor of the Buried Immortal Clan, a powerful quasi-emperor, even above the four heavens. He is also a man who can call upon the wind and rain.

If possible, he did not want to provoke such a strong enemy. If this person asked for Ning Fan's personal belongings, Ning Fan would hand them over after weighing them.

Only Mingque and Mu Weiliang could not be handed over to him by Ning Fan.

He could only hide in the Xuanyin world for three months. After three months, he would eventually leave this world and confront this person.

By then, this person may have blocked the sky, and he will have no chance of escape.

He could not stay in Xuanyin Realm for long, he had to go out immediately and escape towards the first level.

Just try one more time and you can leave the ancient heaven!

"Disarm the troops!"

Ning Fan's eyes instantly turned blood red and he transformed into a blood demon. He left the Xuanyin Realm in an instant and escaped towards the first level of the Heavenly Gate without saying a word.

The white-haired boy originally wanted to set up a barrier here and wait for Ning Fan to leave the world of Zhongqian Realm Treasure.

The Middle Thousand World is the Immortal Emperor's Cave, and it is not something that just Broken Six cultivators can stay in for a long time.

The white-haired boy knew that it wouldn't be long before Ning Fan would be defeated and leave the Zhongqian World, and he could kill him at that time.

I thought that Ning Fan would heal his injuries in the Zhongqian Realm, but he never thought that he just dodged a blow in the World of Realm Treasures and immediately left the World of Realm Treasures to escape for his life again.

It seems unwise, but it is actually a wise move.

"It's a pity that this person can't be used by me. In this case, it is useless to keep him."

The white-haired boy said coldly to himself, take one step and become a million people!

Millions of clones each sneered and surrounded Ning Fan, blocking all of Ning Fan's paths.

Ning Fan's expression changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but was knocked back by a white-haired clone.

"Can't we escape..." Ning Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes completely crazy.

He looked at the millions of clones of the white-haired boy with awe and fearlessness, just like he looked at the Palm Immortal Emperor in his previous life!

If you can't escape, even if you risk your life, this person will pay a heavy price!

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

There was a crazy obsession in his eyes, and there was an unfathomable power in that obsession, which actually frightened the white-haired boy for a moment.

Suppressing this ridiculous emotion, the white-haired boy took a step forward and coldly ordered Ning Fan,

"Hand over those two women! My patience has been exhausted!"

Ning Fan didn't say anything, and lit the first drop of Fuli's ancestral blood, followed by the second drop, the third drop, and the fourth drop!

He ignited the first drop of Mo Luo's ancestral blood, then the second drop, the third drop, and the fourth drop!

Finally, he ignited the soul!

His aura was erratic, sometimes it was from the Sixth Level of Shattering Void, sometimes it was that of a Life Immortal, and sometimes it was infinitely close to a True Immortal!

The white-haired boy's eyes changed drastically, and he suddenly took away the million clones and took half a step back.

"The ancestral blood of the demon clan! The ancestral blood of the demon clan! You have burned eight drops of ancestral blood in total. Are you a lunatic? Do you know the consequences of doing so!"

With the eight drops of ancestral blood burning together, Ning Fan may be able to gain the strength to severely injure the white-haired boy, but his own cultivation is limited and he cannot withstand the power of eight drops of ancestral blood, and he will definitely die afterwards!

Ning Fan even ignited his soul! He was warning the white-haired boy that he was no longer prepared to live, he was just trying his best!

If he gives up his life, he will definitely make the white-haired boy pay a heavy price!

"Hey, it seems that I have to take action. If you don't take action, you, a junior, will die here..."

A long sigh suddenly appeared next to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan suddenly looked around, and unexpectedly, an old man in a gray cloak stood beside him!

The old man put the spiritual cloak inside his body and revealed his true appearance.

Dressed in gray clothes, his face and body were covered with demonic patterns. His pale hair was tied up in an ancient demonic hairstyle, with many pigtails hanging down from his temples.

His gaze was as deep as the Nine Netherworlds, bottomless.

The old man put a hand on Ning Fan's shoulder, and the soul and ancestral blood that Ning Fan had ignited were immediately extinguished one by one.

"I am the Great Elder of the Ancient Mingque Clan, Taiwu! My lineage has been the slave of Princess Sicang since ancient times. You don't have to worry that I will harm you! I will handle it here!"

From the very beginning, Tai Wu followed Ning Fan secretly, carefully protecting Ming Que.

At first, he was very displeased when he saw Ming Que getting so close to Ning Fan, wondering how his master could be so close to a junior from Broken Sixth Generation.

Later, when he saw that Ning Fan fought decisively and would rather die than hand over Ming Que, he began to admire this young man.

Finally, when he saw that Ning Fan actually had eight drops of ancestral blood, he couldn't help but be shocked! He was shocked to realize that Ning Fan was not a thing in the pool!

Eight drops of ancestral blood, four demons and four demons, and those four drops of demon blood are actually the ancestral blood of the forbidden clan... This person's identity is too terrifying!

The white-haired boy is the body of a demon, and is not a demon. It is still impossible to determine the type of demon ancestral blood.

Too black but you can never mistake it!

The ancient Mingque tribe is one of the very few large tribes who know the information about Fuli!

Help away!

The identity of Fuli's ancestor with four drops of ancestral blood is enough to associate with his master.
To be continued...