Most cultivators are selfish, because only selfish people can survive in cruel battles.

Thinking about it, even if he went to invite Ning Fan, Ning Fan would not stand up for them. After all, there is no friendship between them...

"Brother Ke! You!"

Upon hearing that Ke Long was unwilling to ask Ning Fan to come forward, several demons became angry, but then they sighed, their eyes showing despair.

In fact, they also understood that even if Ke Long went to invite Ning Fan, there was not much chance that he would be able to invite Ning Fan to take action.

On the other hand, the middle-aged scribe, after hearing the conversation between the demons, suddenly showed a look of great interest and said,

"Interesting, it seems that there is a backer behind these monsters. I guess it is the Immortal of Life on Lingtai Star. You go ask him to come forward. If he is strong enough, Luo will not mind watching him.

For the sake of face, I’ll leave you alone.”

"No need, we would rather die. That senior has no friendship with us and will not stand up for us."

Ke Long shook his head, rejected the middle-aged scribe's proposal, closed his eyes, and bowed his head to wait for death.

He has made up his mind not to involve Ning Fan in this disaster.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head when he heard this, but did not persuade him any more.

He looked indifferent, stood with his hands behind his hands, and said indifferently to Ke Long and others, "In the world of cultivation, the strong survive and the weak die. You and I have different ways. That's why I hate Luo. Luo also wants to kill you all for the sake of the Lingtai star monks."

.You can just end it on your own now, don’t force Luo to take action. If you don’t commit suicide after ten breaths, Luo won’t mind giving him a ride!”

After saying this, the middle-aged scribe began to wait patiently.

At this moment, Liu Zhou and other Lingtai Star monks looked at the powerful enemy of monsters that had to be extinguished in front of them, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.

This feeling only rose up for a moment, and then was suppressed by the five people.

They are old enemies with the Lingtai monster. Countless relatives and friends have died at the hands of the monster, and they have killed countless monsters. Their grudges have long been irresolvable.

Ke Long and other demons looked desolate. They each raised their palms and pressed them towards their own heavenly spirits.

They are magical beasts, and they believe in the concept of survival of the strong and the weak. They are hostile to the middle-aged scribes and others, and their cultivation is not as good as others. The other party only ordered them to exterminate themselves and did not kill the low-level magical beasts, which was very merciful...

Just when the group of demons were about to commit suicide, two baby dolls suddenly stumbled out of the demon swamp, crying towards the middle-aged scribe and others in a sweet voice,

"You are bad people! You can't kill grandpa! Qinqin (Yunyun) won't let you kill grandpa! You are bad, you are bad!"

"Shut up! Don't back down yet!" Ke Long's face became extremely nervous for a moment!

He never imagined that his two baby babies would run out at this moment and curse at the monks of Shenxu Pavilion and Xing Pavilion.

God knows how scared Ke Long is at this moment. He is afraid that the middle-aged scribe and others will kill his two granddaughters in anger, and even kill countless low-level monsters...

Being scolded as a bad person by the two baby boys, the middle-aged scribe was not angry, he just frowned.

The beautiful woman in the black dress had a cold look in her eyes. She was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the two milk dolls, but she did not bother to do anything to the two fur dolls.

But among the few Xingge Suixu behind the middle-aged scribe, several of them showed murderous intent.

These people are all mystical cultivators with a strong concept of good and evil. They hate evil spirits and wish they could kill all the monsters in this place.

At this moment, they were being insulted by just two baby dolls. Immediately, an old man from Xingge, who was from the eighth level of Broken Void Heaven, took a step forward, grabbed the two baby dolls with his big hand.

He shouted coldly, "Evil demons who don't know whether to live or die, even young demons, should do their best to eliminate evil!"

"Stop!" Ke Long's eyes were furious. He was not afraid of death and would not hesitate to die, but he would not allow anyone to attack his closest relatives!

Just as he was about to take action to save the two little milk babies, another big man from Shattering the Void Nine Heavens instantly blocked him, snorted coldly, and punched him.

With just one punch, Ke Long was knocked back a hundred feet!

Although Ke Long was not injured, he was too late to rescue the two milk babies.

An unconcealable anger burned in his heart!

In this anger, there is even deeper sadness! Only those who are at the end of their rope can understand that sadness!

"It can't be saved, it can't be saved..."

This thought arose crazily in Ke Long's heart. He couldn't bear to look at the two little milk babies, and he couldn't bear to see the tragic scene of them being torn into pieces by the Xingge monks.

The old man from Xingge grabbed hold with five fingers, and immediately five sword lights shot out from his fingers, slashing at the two little milk babies.

The two little milk babies felt the danger and were almost stunned in place.

How young are they, how can they understand the dangers and the high heaven and earth?

But they are also monsters. At this moment, they feel the feeling of death so deeply...

Just when the sword light was about to touch their bodies, black flames suddenly flashed in front of the two little girls. At the same moment, a figure in white suddenly blocked the two girls out of thin air.

The sword light pressed.

It’s not Ning Fan, let alone who!

The five sword lights came with the force of a dragon, but in front of Ning Fan, they were like children playing, not worth mentioning.

He just raised his hand and pressed it, and the five sword lights slashed by Old Man Suiba suddenly shattered into little golden lights and scattered with the wind.

"Second Step Life Immortal!" The face of the Broken Eight old man who attacked the little baby changed greatly. The moment Ning Fan pressed the Shattered Sword Light, he pulled away and flew away without any hesitation!

He felt an indescribable cold murderous intent from Ning Fan's body.

Little did he know that Ning Fan had already wanted to take these two milk babies as his disciples! After spending several months together, he had become very fond of the two milk babies!

Ning Fan couldn't say he cared about the life and death of other monsters.

But for these two milk babies, Ning Fan had a heart to protect them and would not allow anyone to hurt them!

"The task of eradicating evil has been completed! What a person who has done the task of eradicating evil! Ning would like to know what evil these two ignorant three-year-old children have to say!"

The black flames flashed under Ning Fan's feet, leaving an afterimage on the spot that has not yet dissipated. He appeared in front of Old Man Suiba, and without saying a word, he pressed down with one finger!

His escape was so fast and his attacks were so fast that even the middle-aged scribe and the beautiful woman in black skirt were unable to see clearly his escape and the magical power of his attacks!

The middle-aged scribe's eyes were focused, but he didn't see much expression in his expression, and he had no intention of rescuing the old man. He just stared at Ning Fan's fingers without saying a word.

The beautiful woman in black dress was shocked. She wanted to save the Eight Old Men, but it was already too late!

The broken old man only felt the purple-gold light flashing before his eyes. The next moment, his whole body was rotten and turned into ashes under Ning Fan's finger!

The Broken Nine man who knocked back Ke Long with one punch was frightened when he saw Ning Fan killing the Broken Eight Old Man with one finger. He left Ke Long behind and immediately ran behind the middle-aged scribe, praying for his life.

Ning Fan, however, did not even look at the nine big men. He returned to the original place in a flash and stood beside the two little milk babies.

He only mentioned the two little milk babies to take revenge and killed the old man Suiba, but he had no hostility towards the monks who defeated Ke Long.

He is an indifferent person, and only two little milk babies can arouse his compassion.

"Who are you? How dare you kill my Xingge monk!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't say anything, but the beautiful woman in black skirt was furious.

No one here can see through Ning Fan's specific cultivation level, and she can't see through it either. She only knows that Ning Fan is a monk in the early or middle stage of Personal Xuan.

She thought to herself that with all her secret techniques, she could fight even the late Master Renxuan, so why should she be afraid of Ning Fan?

But she only took one step forward, and before she could say anything to Ning Fan, Ning Fan's cold eyes were already sweeping towards her.

With just one look, her aura was in chaos, and her beautiful eyes were blood red, as if she had been invaded by Ning Fan's evil spirit.

After taking a few steps back, her pretty face turned pale and she coughed up blood. She was seriously injured!

Ning Fan could cause her to be seriously injured with just one look. She could not imagine what kind of method this was!

What shocked her was that Ning Fan was not a human being as she imagined, but a ghost!

After seeing how powerful Ning Fan was, she still dared to challenge Ning Fan, let alone stand up for that unfortunate old man.

However, the middle-aged scribe was no longer silent and finally spoke.

In his eyes, endless fighting spirit rose. This fighting spirit was only for victory, and there was no trace of revenge for the broken Eight Old Man!

He has recognized that Ning Fan is a monk in the middle stage of Ghost Mystery!

"My name is Luo Xiao. If you fight with me and catch one and a half of my moves, I will let go of this star monster without killing any of them. How about that!" the middle-aged scribe said with a kind smile.

"I'm not interested in the life or death of the other monsters!"

Ning Fan said lightly, turned around and left with the two little babies.

The middle-aged scribe snorted in displeasure, flicked his sleeves, picked up the jade pen from his waist, and hit Ning Fan!

"roll!"

Ning Fan turned around suddenly, with a flash of blood in his eyes, and boundless red light flew out from his body, turning into a huge bloody fist. Without saying a word, he punched the middle-aged scribe directly!

With this punch, the middle-aged scribe's jade pen magic weapon was directly blown into powder.

The remaining fist light turned into a strong wind blowing on his face, forcing the middle-aged scribe to retreat a hundred feet, and his eyes changed drastically.

Suddenly his face turned pale and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ning Fan in shock!

The shock was even more inexplicable!

"This person and I are both in the middle stage of Ghost Mystery. How can we be so strong! If this person practices the 'God of War Technique', how many levels of 'divine transformation' can he achieve?!"
Chapter completed!