Looking at the broken rubies on the compass, the Poison Dragon Ancestor's eyes became increasingly gloomy.

On the other hand, Immortal Ao Xuan on the side said very calmly, "Friend Poison Dragon, there is no need to worry about this matter. One ancient statue was destroyed, and there are six more. As long as one ancient statue can be found within six days, the ancient passage can be awakened.

If things go wrong, there is still room for redemption.”

"What Taoist fellow Taoist Ao Xuan said makes sense. I'm just agitated."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor took a deep breath, calmed down, put away the compass, and continued to close his eyes to heal his wounds.

...

"Second Innate Bow Spirit..."

Zhu Gong Gong Ling's words made Ning Fan's eyes flash slightly, but the magical power in his hand was not stopping. He pointed his index finger forward, and the power of heaven and earth immediately roared out, forming a blockade and freezing the oncoming young Gong Ling boy in the sky.

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The five fingers pressed forward again, and a powerful force came out. At this moment, Ning Fan pushed the word secret to the extreme.

The young boy with the bow spirit couldn't move, groaning repeatedly, and seals gradually appeared in his body. The ferocity in his eyes was gradually suppressed, and he roared unwillingly, turning into a blood-colored iron bow.

Ning Fan still had an indifferent expression, he bent his palm and put the blood bow in his hand, glanced at it, nodded, but said nothing more.

Sensing that the young bow spirit was being subdued by Ning Fan, the sealed Zhu Gong Bow Spirit in Xuanyin Realm became even more excited, "Master! Did you capture the innate bow spirit that time? Give it to me to swallow!"

This product is a great tonic, really a great tonic!”

"Noisy!"

Hearing that Zhu Gong Gong Ling was still making noise, Ning Fan frowned, snorted coldly, and activated the seal in his body. In an instant, Zhu Gong Gong Ling screamed miserably, but could no longer speak.

There are many kinds of weapon spirits. There are sword spirits for swords and axe spirits for axes. The bow spirit is naturally also a kind of weapon spirit.

Among the weapon spirits, there are strong and weak ones, and most of them are divided into five levels: ordinary level, immortal level, acquired, secondary innate, and innate.

Upon closer inspection, this Blood Bow Spirit is indeed an innate bow spirit. However, at this moment, Ning Fan has other things to do and does not have time to deal with the Blood Bow Spirit.

Putting away the blood bow and bow spirit seal, Ning Fan glanced at the blood pool not far away.

Ning Fan chased Fan Lianxiu all the way and had already escaped a lot of distance. Apart from him, the only thing left in the void was this huge solitary blood pool.

The blood pool contained too many remnant souls of barbarians. The number was in the trillions and it was impossible to count them all. They were so densely packed together.

These remnant souls were all mortals that Fan Lianxiu had killed. They all looked filled with resentment, but after Ning Fan killed Fan Lianxiu, they all kowtowed in the direction of Ning Fan, howled and cried, and looked very angry.

Tears of gratitude.

They were babbling and talking. Judging from their expressions, they were expressing words of gratitude, but they could only make ghost sounds and could not speak human words.

As soon as Fan Lianxiu died, the blood pool began to disintegrate little by little, and the many remaining barbarian souls in the blood pool dissipated little by little with the wind.

They had died long ago in ancient times, and their remnant souls should not have survived to this day.

If a barbarian dies, he cannot enter reincarnation again, because the reincarnation of the barbarian heaven has been destroyed before ancient times...

Looking at the hundreds of millions of wild souls dissipating one after another, Ning Fan was powerless to stop them, but his eyes were filled with sighs.

He activated the Fuli Spiritual Wheel and tried to use the power of the Spiritual Wheel to contain these remnant souls, but found that he could not do it.

Fuli Linglun can only accommodate those who died and refused to surrender. These barbarians did not die in battle, nor were they unyielding, so they cannot accommodate...

They are a group of people abandoned by reincarnation. After death, they will disappear. They only have this life and no afterlife...

Ning Fan remained silent as he took out a jar of wine from his storage bag, opened the mud seal, and sprinkled it into the blood pool as a farewell to this group of barbarians who had been abandoned by reincarnation.

His eyes gradually became blank. At this moment, he seemed to see the fate of the barbarians. That fate was a line segment with a beginning and an end, but he could not go back and start over...

He also seems to have some understanding of the fate of mortals in the four worlds and nine realms.

Their fate is a circle, connected by life and death. Regardless of life or death, they are all in the circle, constantly repeating the scenes of life and death. That circle is called reincarnation...

"Barbarians have lost the qualification for reincarnation...but what is reincarnation..."

At the moment when the last wild soul dissipated, Ning Fan closed his eyes and put away all his thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, there was no unnecessary expression.

The blood pool collapsed and the remaining souls dispersed. The only thing left here was the incense of killing that had accumulated in the blood pool.

The number of those killing incense was extremely huge. As the blood pool collapsed, it spread like a sea of ​​fog in the void.

These killing incense are produced by the dead barbarians hating their barbarian ancestors. They have been accumulated for countless years, but for the innate ghost noodles, they seem to have become the most delicious delicacies...

Ning Fan pondered for a moment and finally decided to take away the killing incense.

He took out a blue and white porcelain vase, pointed the mouth of the bottle at the sea of ​​incense mist, and pronounced the word "collect", and the billowing sea of ​​mist immediately flowed into the bottle.

This porcelain vase is an immortal treasure from the One After Nirvana, but I don’t know which battle it was captured from.

The blue and white porcelain vase collected the incense smoothly at first, but it only collected less than 1% of the entire incense mist sea. Suddenly, it cracked in two with a bang, and all the incense collected flowed back into the mist sea.

This blue and white porcelain vase could not withstand too much incense of killing, so it was destroyed...

The Immortal Treasure after Nirvana is the most commonly used magic weapon by monks in the early stage of Duzhen, but it cannot collect even 1% of the incense here...

Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and he took out a copper incense burner of the Three Nirvanas. The Immortal Treasure of the Three Nirvanas is an extremely powerful magic weapon for any transcendental master.

This copper incense burner was of high quality, but it only collected one-twentieth of the incense in Wuhai. It could not withstand the power of the incense and exploded, scattering the incense in all directions...

"There are too many killing incense here. Ordinary magic weapons can't withstand the power of this level of incense. But I don't know how strong a magic weapon is needed to take away all the killing incense here!"

Ning Fan raised his hand, took out a demon flag of the acquired five nirvana, and moved towards the killing incense. The incense billowed and was immediately included in the demon flag.

The Immortal Treasure after the Fifth Nirvana is a powerful magic weapon for any Shekong monk. Among Ning Fanyu’s five swords, the Four Swords of Mochen are only at the Fifth Nirvana level.

But the demon flag only took away one-fifth of the killing incense, so it couldn't withstand the power of the incense and exploded...

In Ning Fan's storage bag, there were several acquired immortal treasures of Sixth Nirvana and Seventh Nirvana. He was considering whether to test these magic weapons again. Suddenly he remembered something.

He raised his hand and took out a terrifyingly heavy purple gourd from the Xuanyin Realm.

This purple gourd is an innate gourd that can be used as a material for refining innate magic weapons. It was cut out by Ning Fan on a trading star named Shaoze Star when he first entered Dongtian.

Back then, Ning Fan couldn't even move a gourd because of his low level of cultivation.

Today, Ning Fan can already use his magical power to slightly manipulate the gourd. However, he still has no ability to use this gourd to refine innate magic weapons.

Generally, only Immortal Emperors are qualified to refine innate magic weapons, and Ning Fan naturally cannot refine them.

This purple gourd is hollow inside and is naturally suitable for holding things. At this moment, it was taken out by Ning Fan and used as a container to hold the killing incense.

Presumably, given the power of the innate gourd, it would not be unable to withstand the power of incense.

Ning Fan held up the gourd, pointed the mouth of the gourd at the sea of ​​incense mist, and pronounced the word "collect". The incense billowed into the gourd mouth, and after a few breaths, all the incense was collected into the gourd, leaving no trace left.

The purple gourd absorbed such a huge power of incense, but there was no sign of damage. Seeing this, Ning Fan nodded and took the gourd back to the Xuanyin Realm.

He had no intention of staying here any longer. He turned around and left, returning the same way.

...

When Ning Fan returned, both Zichou War Department and other group cultivators, as well as the 200,000 savage beasts he brought back, had all landed outside Tianman City.

When they saw Ning Fan returning, still carrying the evil aura that killed Fan Lianxiu, the cultivators all raised their fists toward the sky and said,

"Thank you, senior, for killing the beast and saving me from surviving!"

Wan Xiu shouted in unison, and the sound naturally resounded in the sky.

Two hundred thousand savage beasts lying on the ground raised their heads one after another and let out docile roars toward the sky, as if to welcome Ning Fan back.

There are also some human race Shekong here, who usually have their eyes high above their heads, but the expression they look at Ning Fan is the expression of a junior looking at an elder.

Even Mo Yuanzi, Jinhua Ancestor, Teng Nan, Teng Bei and other human races did not dare to neglect Suinian, and they all clasped their fists towards the sky.

If you don't know, seeing this scene, you will definitely think that everyone is welcoming a certain human immortal. Such a grand scene is too big.

As soon as Ning Fan returned, he landed directly on the wall of Tianman City. As soon as he landed, Xian Loli, who was as excited as a monkey, giggled sweetly, jumped directly into Ning Fan's arms, and wrapped around Ning Fan's neck like an octopus.

, sniffing Ning Fan's scent, feeling extremely relieved.

"Dad, have you beaten the old man Blood Soul to death?"

"Yes." Ning Fan nodded and lovingly stroked the silver hair of the little Lolita in his arms.

At this moment, the spirit of Xian Loli has returned to her body, her complexion is rosy, and her little face is bright and moving.

A piece of flesh was originally scratched off her shoulder, but the injury was healed thanks to Lei Li's repair.

For her, having her soul taken away by Ju Lei Ban was not a disaster, but rather like an opportunity.

She has eaten up all the thunder in the thunder flag, and the thunder flag has also been destroyed...and her aura is powerful, no longer weaker than in the early stage of Suinian...

Putting down the happy fairy Loli, Ning Fan scanned the Broken Continent with his spiritual mind, his expression slightly heavy.

Although he beheaded Fan Lianxiu, tens of thousands of monks still died in Fan Lianxiu's hands after this battle. The Zichou War Department originally had 100,000 war guards, but now there are less than 60,000. Even the ones Ning Fan saved before

Nearly a thousand human monks died at the hands of Fan Lianxiu...

Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly. In the chaos, human life is worthless. Only the strong can survive the catastrophe...

Teng Nan, Teng Bei and many old monsters from the human race came to visit Ning Fan one after another to thank Ning Fan for saving his life. If Ning Fan hadn't arrived in time, everyone would have died in Fan Lianxiu's hands this time.

In front of these old monsters from the human race, Ning Fan used the identity of Zhao Jian.

Ning Fan secretly sent a message to Zhao Die'er, Fairy Han Wu, Tu Mo and other acquaintances, reminding them not to expose his real name in front of outsiders, and also briefly informed them of the ins and outs of how to rescue Xian Loli's soul.
To be continued...