"Fake ancient demon!"

Mo Yuanzi's eyes suddenly changed!

At his level, it is not uncommon to see human monks who also practice demon power. There are always some powerful monks who can, by chance, obtain some of the peel and core of the ancient fruit, thus giving them more qualifications to cultivate other powers.

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It's just that in those monks, the demonic power can only become a vassal at best and is extremely weak. But in Ning Fan, the magical power is perfectly integrated with the demonic power!

And that demonic power is actually the demonic spiritual power that can only be possessed by pseudo-ancient demons!

The black-clothed and black-haired Ning Fan only appeared for a moment before he changed back to his original appearance. But at that moment, when Mo Yuanzi faced Ning Fan in black, he felt like his breathing was stagnant and his heart was beating with fear!

Ning Fan, who is dressed in white, still has some human feelings to speak of.

Ning Fan, who is dressed in black, seems to be the carrier of all evil, filth, and darkness in the world. It seems that in front of him, even the way of heaven feels ashamed and surrenders as a servant!

Mo Yuanzi didn't know that all the evil aura in Ning Fan, who was dressed in black, came from the Fuli bloodline in his body!

Mo Yuanzi didn't know that Fuli was once the supervisor of the way of heaven. The real Fuli could tamper with the way of heaven and reverse the rules of the way with just a wave of his hand!

Mo Yuanzi didn't know that at the moment Ning Fan transformed into black clothes, all the Tao principles on his body went backwards!

Ning Fan only stayed in the state of black clothes and black hair for a moment, but he clearly felt that at that moment, he seemed to have the astonishing ability of the old man in black robes. With the wave of his hand, he could break people and destroy them with magic weapons.

Tao Principles...

And at the moment when he transformed into black clothes, Ning Fan's fingers felt a power of returning to the ruins, and they came into being at the right moment.

One of the three magical powers of Fuli... Guixu Finger!

"Return to the ruins... let all cultivation disappear and return to nothingness..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes and continued to meditate under the Guankong Stone.

Mo Yuanzi's expression was changing. He didn't know what Ning Fan was feeling, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

Another half hour passed. An extremely embarrassed figure suddenly flew out from a certain death door ahead.

When that person was in his heyday, he was an old monster in the early stage of Broken Thought. He accidentally entered a certain death gate.

Fortunately, he had just taken half a step into the door of death when he realized something was wrong and escaped immediately. Otherwise, he would probably have died directly inside the door of death.

Although he escaped very quickly, he still suffered a lot of injuries, and his clothes were tattered and stained with blood. He looked extremely embarrassed.

As soon as the old monster escaped from the door of death, he immediately cursed. Suddenly he saw the spirit boat flying towards him. His mind swept the spirit boat and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Haha, isn't this the Demonic Ark? Old Demonic Ark, don't mind if I heal your wounds on your spiritual boat!"

The old monster was still very far away from the spirit boat, but after a flash, he had already flown onto the spirit boat.

On the spirit boat, many monks recognized the identity of this old monster. He was the ancestor of the Beitianque Yue Sect—the ancestor of Jinhua.

Seeing the Jinhua Ancestor coming uninvited, Mo Yuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little displeased. But when he saw this man's extremely embarrassed appearance, he felt a little gloating about his misfortune.

"Hmph! Mr. Jinhua, I have never had any friendship with you, why should I let you stay here to heal your wounds!"

"Hey, the wilderness is in danger now. Human monks like us should share weal and woe. Even if you and I don't have any friendship, I think you won't chase me off the ship. I'm here. Isn't your broken ship safer?"

The ancestor of Jinhua chuckled and started to sit cross-legged to meditate, ignoring Mo Yuanzi's somewhat ugly look.

But before he could sit down, the ancestor of Jinhua saw the Sky-piercing Stone standing on the bow of the ship, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's the Sky-piercing Stone! Haha, Demon Elder, you are so lucky to have obtained such a treasure... 500 billion Dao Crystals, how about selling me half of this stone!"

For the Suinian monks, Dao crystals are no longer of much use, and many things needed for cultivation cannot be purchased with Dao crystals.

Five hundred billion Dao Crystals, wanting to buy half of the Sky-piercing Stone is simply wishful thinking. The price is not high.

The ancestor of Jinhua licked his tongue and looked at Mo Yuanzi with a slight threat, as if he would rob Mo Yuanzi if he didn't sell it.

Mo Yuanzi's eyes suddenly turned cold, but then he thought of something. He suddenly smiled obscenely, pointed at Ning Fan, and said to the ancestor of Jinhua,

"Hey, I am not the owner of the Kongkong Stone. The owner of this stone is this fellow Daoist Zhao. If you want to get the idea of ​​the Kongkong Stone, don't come to me."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao? Which Fellow Daoist Zhao?" The ancestor of Jinhua was startled, and then he noticed that at the foot of the Guankong Stone, there was a ghost-faced monk sitting cross-legged, facing the Guankong Stone, and he was meditating on something.

Although Ning Fan has recovered from his injuries, the aura he is showing at this moment is only in the middle stage of transcendence.

The ancestor of Jinhua was secretly beating a drum in his heart. When Ning Fan was at his peak, he was only in the Shekong period at most. Why would Mo Yuanzi call him a Taoist friend? With Ning Fan's cultivation level, how could he have such a treasure as the Kong Kong Stone.

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"Could it be that Mo Yuanzi is tricking me..."

The ancestor of Jinhua was doubtful and asked Ning Fan, "Does this stone that penetrates the sky belong to my little friend?"

"So what." When Ning Fan answered, he didn't even open his eyes or turn his head, which made the Jinhua Ancestor immediately unhappy and his tone became a little unkind.

"May I ask your surname?"

"Zhao Jian."

"Zhao Jian? Never heard of it..."

The ancestor of Jinhua frowned, sneered slightly, and said to Ning Fan, "One hundred billion Dao crystals, sell this stone to me, and I will give you a fortune!"

The ancestor of Jinhua stood with his hands behind his back, looking old-fashioned. Seeing that Ning Fan's cultivation was not high, the ancestor of Jinhua not only lowered the price, but also planned to forcefully buy the entire stone.

If this place wasn't Mo Yuanzi's territory and Mo Yuanzi's face had to be taken into consideration, Jinhua Ancestor wouldn't even pay hundreds of billions of Dao Crystals and would just take the stone. He didn't take Ning Fan into his eyes at all.

"Not for sale!"

Ning Fan replied coldly, still focusing on healing himself and ignoring the Jinhua Ancestor.

"Hmph! It's not up to you whether to sell it or not..."

The ancestor of Jinhua's eyes darkened. He did not expect to be rejected by a junior. He was about to have a fit when his expression suddenly changed.

But Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were still scarlet, but suddenly they turned into purple eyes.

At the moment when his eyes turned purple, Ning Fan suddenly turned into black clothes and black hair. Even the ghost face also turned black. He stood up suddenly and turned around.

The billowing black mist flowed out from Ning Fan's body. It rolled towards the Jinhua Ancestor suddenly. Under the roll, the Jinhua Ancestor's conduct was crazily weakened!

One breath can weaken a thousand years of Taoism!

Three breaths have passed, and the ancestor of Jinhua has been weakened for three thousand years!

Such a weird magical power was so shocking that the ancestor of Jinhua suddenly changed his face and his heart beat wildly. In anger, he turned his hand and took out a golden hill and offered it to Ning Fan.

That golden hill is the Taoist soldier of the ancestor of Jinhua. There is a corner missing on the top of the hill, which is called "Quayue". Once it rises into the air, it immediately rises in the wind and falls from the sky. The force of its fall is enough to knock down any Shekong.

The monks were smashed into a pulp.

"roll!"

A purple-black halo suddenly appeared at Ning Fan's feet, supporting the spiritual wheel. The halo rotated and hissed, but the direction of rotation was opposite to the main road.

He pressed his five fingers to the sky, and black mist immediately rose into the sky. As soon as the falling golden mountain was caught in the black mist, there was an immediate roar, and countless black cracks immediately appeared on it. The spiritual damage was great.

, with a bang, it exploded into countless golden rubble.

The billowing black mist then pressed down on the Jinhua Ancestor. Looking from a distance, there was a heavy feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city.

The black mist came instantly, and Jinhua Ancestor could not avoid it. He immediately let out bursts of muffled groans within the heavy black mist.

His cultivation is being crazily swallowed by the black mist, and every breath he takes will erase thousands of years of practice!

Mo Yuanzi was shocked. He originally wanted to see the ancestor of Jinhua humbled in front of Ning Fan, but he never thought that he would see such a terrifying magical power that could wipe out a person's cultivation!

The ancestor of Jinhua, who was in the black mist, seemed to be squeezed by the power of heaven and earth, unable to move.

His cultivation was constantly being wiped away by the black mist. It felt like he was losing his cultivation step by step and heading towards ruins!

In the black mist, the ancestor of Jinhua suddenly turned around, and was even more shocked to realize that in the dark clouds behind the spirit boat, there were actually 200,000 murderous intentions, locking him tightly!

The ancestor of Jinhua swept the dark clouds behind the spirit boat with his spiritual thoughts, and immediately trembled all over.

There were 200,000 savage beasts prostrate within the dark clouds, all kneeling in the direction of Ning Fan with extremely respectful expressions.

Seeing this scene, Jinhua Patriarch's heart beat wildly, and his face immediately lost all color. Unexpectedly, Ning Fan not only has amazing magical powers, but also has hundreds of thousands of beast subordinates guarding him!

"What is the origin of Zhao Jian? His supernatural powers are so terrifying, and he is guarded by two hundred thousand beasts!"

"The Realm of Broken Thoughts! This person must be in the Realm of Broken Thoughts. There must be some cover for his cultivation! You must not offend this person!"

"Mo Yuanzi, you are despicable! You knew that this person should not be provoked, but you did not tell me and allowed me to provoke him. Your intentions are extremely vicious!"

The ancestor of Jinhua had an earth-colored face, and it was difficult to calm down in front of Ning Fan.

Under the crisis, the ancestor of Jinhua gritted his teeth and slapped Tianling with his palm, hoping to use the last resort to save his life.

But at this moment, Ning Fan had a thought and removed all the black mist, but let the ancestor of Jinhua go.

He had no intention of killing the ancestor of Jinhua. Keeping this person alive would also be a great help in rescuing the Immortal Master Miaoyan.

"If you mess with me again, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Ning Fan exited the black-clothed and black-haired body, faced the Kongkong Stone, sat down again, and continued to meditate.

The black-robed old man named Ni Fan, under the guidance of Guixu, can wipe out the enemy's cultivation for a hundred thousand years with every breath.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, can only wipe out the enemy's cultivation for a thousand years in one breath, and after ten breaths, the magical power will be broken and it will be difficult to last.
To be continued...