A large formation could be clearly seen around Nangong Ting's body.

This formation was set up by the ancestors of the Nangong clan, covering the Nangong clan’s clan hall and protecting their clan’s final guarantee.

boom!

Nanfeng kept taking action, and everyone around was killed or shook, killing all the way to the entrance of the Nangong clan's clan hall.

He stopped, and the sword energy condensed in his hand was dripping blood, and the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to be able to condense into substance.

Jian Fengyun followed him and his eyes swept forward slightly. He was not looking at Nangong Ting or the emperors of the Nangong family. He was looking at this clan hall, which was already a large formation around this clan hall.

In the past, when the Nangong family was first built, there was no such large formation at all. This formation was actually arranged by Nangong Wentian to find the eight directions spiritual formation master for the Nangong family, and to protect the prosperity of the Nangong clan in the future.

"What a pity. No matter how much foundation a predecessor leaves behind, if future generations are not strict with themselves, they will lose everything."

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the formation light in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

Within the formation, Nangong Ting looked calm and looked at the murder of his tribe without any movement. He still stood above with a calm look, looking at the two people below with disdain.

As for the Emperor around Nangong Ting, they would not dare to take action without Nangong Ting's order. For the current Nangong clan, Nangong Ting's order can be said to be more effective than the orders of his father Nangong Yaoyang.

After all, the Nangong family was able to control the entire Nantian Realm because Nangong Ting was a disciple of the Demon Realm Demon.

"I'll do it."

Jian Fengyun said lightly and stepped forward. He had already seen the formation in front of him clearly. He poked his hand at the weakest point, finally tearing a corner apart and walked in.

The south wind followed closely.

"It's great. I've gotten here, but I have some tricks." Nangong Ting spoke, raised his eyelids and looked at Nanfeng.

In his opinion, although Nan Feng's cultivation is the same as Jian Fengyun and is at the peak of the Lingjun Realm, Nan Feng frequently takes action, while Jian Fengyun has always been there.

Therefore, without knowing the true identity of the two, Nangong Ting felt that Nanfeng's combat power was stronger than the person behind him.

"Nangong Ting, I'm here to kill you."

Nanfeng's eyes immediately turned red. When the Rinan family fell, most of the friends of the former good clan members died under Nangong Ting's hands.

"Kill me?" Nangong Ting curled a sneer on his lips, and a strange look appeared on his face, and his eyes looked down at Nanfeng.

"Haha, are you joking? Those who want to kill me can be lined up from the gate of Nantian City to me, but they all turned into food from the demons outside the city. Do you two want to be food?"

To him, Nan Feng's words seemed like a joke.

"I colluded with the demons and harmed the human race. I didn't expect to be so righteous." Nan Feng's eyes were cold, and he was not afraid of Nangong Ting at all.

Although Nangong Ting's cultivation level is already in the early stage of the Holy Realm and is a small level higher than him, with Nanfeng's progress over the past month, he has the confidence to kill Nangong Ting in front of him.

However, this is when outsiders are not intervening. If the group of emperor-powered men around Nangong Ting are included, they will probably have very few chances of winning.

"Hahaha..." Nangong Ting laughed loudly, but his face turned cold and swept to Nanfeng coldly, saying, "Who do you think you are? If I hadn't seen you have good strength, you could no longer stand in front of me and speak."

"I give you two choices, the first choice is to sign a soul contract and become my slave. I can live without any blame for today's affairs, but in the future you will have to become a capable general of our Nangong clan. It just so happens that my Nangong clan needs people to manage the expansion of territory, so you can live a good life."

"The second choice is to help you and let you kill me. As long as you kill me, you may have a chance to escape."

Nangong Ting's face was evil and there was a joking look on the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he gave it to play with Nanfeng.

"Okay, three breaths will make your choice. If you don't want to die, kneel down and kowtow. The same is true for the person behind you. If you want to die, you can take a step forward and attack."

As Nangong Ting waved his hand, demon patterns appeared on his skin, and his demonic energy doubled.

He did not use spiritual weapons, but anyone with eyes could see that Nangong Ting's body was much stronger than ordinary Jun-level spiritual weapons at this moment.

Zheng!

Nanfeng did not hesitate at all. He poked out a sword in his hand, and the sword energy appeared in front of Nangong Ting in a blink of an eye.

Nangong Ting's arms staggered to form a block, instantly blocking the sword energy.

Clam!

A metal collision sounded in the air.

"It seems that you chose to die, so let me have fun."

Nangong Ting blocked one, and his feet blew up and cracked the bluestone ground, his face slightly condensed.

Almost instantly, the demonic energy burst out on Nangong Ting's body, like a cruel mad demon, and the people oppressed by the demonic power were about to suffocate.

Around Nangong Ting, one or two servants in charge of serving were pale and they couldn't help but kneel down and their bodies trembled.

"The law of wind, control!"

Nanfeng raised his sword energy in his hand, condensed a barrier of wind law, blocking it in front of him, resisting the powerful magic power.

"Haha, I don't even know that my magic power is enough. You still want to kill me." Nangong Ting looked at Nanfeng's condition and immediately canceled disdainfully, then looked at Jian Fengyun on the other side and said, "Come on, give you a chance to get on together."

"You are not qualified to let my master take action?" Nan Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, haha, I will solve you first, and I will send you, the trash master, to accompany you later!"

After a cold shout, Nangong Ting actually swung his fist directly and rushed towards Nanfeng. Above the fist, the surging demonic energy surrounded it, shocking the sky.

At this moment, the void was a little shocked, and it was obvious that the attack on the fist was very powerful.

Since he was frightened by Jian Fengyun last time, he went to his master to beg for him. Finally, the Xuanmu Demon True passed on him a magic skill called Mad Demon.

The Mad Demon Art is the name of madness. As long as you take action, your strength will be overwhelmed and your soul consciousness will fall into violence. You will basically either fight to die or die yourself. You will definitely be evil.

In order to stop suffering from low cultivation, Nangong Ting immediately practiced. In this month, he had already practiced the mad demon skills to the point of perfection, completely replacing his original Nangong skills.

"The descendants of the Nangong family actually practiced the magic skills. If Nangong Wentian was alive, he would have beaten you an unworthy descendant to death with his own hands."

Jian Fengyun stood behind, his face moved slightly, and he spoke.

"Ancestor Wentian!"
Chapter completed!