At this moment, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor just felt unbelievable. In their impression, Ning Fan was just a tonic who had received the magic of summoning barbarians, and his cultivation level should not be high. Why is the weak Ning Fan

Being able to fly with a sword in the forbidden air...is this guy really a weak monk?

Did they really misjudge that Ning Fan was not a weak monk at all, but an Immortal Emperor?

At this moment, Ao Xuan was also shocked and speechless. He had seen Ning Fan's reward order and recognized Ning Fan's identity at a glance.

It was this boy who snatched the ancestral bow from the Poisonous Dragon Ancestor, there was no mistake!

The Poison Dragon Ancestor once said that the person who stole the ancestral bow was a weak monk. The only thing that needs attention is the few drops of Fuli's ancestral blood in his body. Putting aside the ancestral blood, this person is not worth mentioning.

Is it really not worth mentioning...

Recalling the information given by the Poison Dragon Ancestor, Ao Xuan only felt that it was ridiculous and the information was wrong.

What kind of weak monk is Ning Fan? Can a weak monk fly on the eighth floor of Tianque? Fly one and show me!

Ao Xuan even noticed that Ning Fan had an overwhelming evil aura, which could only be acquired by killing the Eternal Immortal Lord. And if he did not perceive it wrong, there was actually a trace of the death aura of the Poison Dragon Ancestor in the evil aura.

Contained in it...

The Poison Dragon Ancestor actually died in Ning Fan's hands. Didn't he go to find Shi to get angry...

"Could this be the person who took away the clan leader's initial energy? The unlucky poisonous dragon tried to regain this person's initial energy, but was killed by him?" Ao Xuan felt that the truth had been revealed to him, and he was even more convinced that Ning Fan's cultivation was unfathomable.

Test.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

At this moment, the 43,000 ancient coffins in the sky all hissed, and ancient corpses kept sitting up from the coffins. But it was Ning Fan who entered the eighth floor and made too much noise, waking everyone up.

Layer all ancient corpses.

Forty-three thousand murderous intentions passed through layers of heavy rain and locked Ning Fan tightly.

That was the murderous intention of 43,000 powerful Immortal Lords. Standing next to Ning Fan, he was only affected by the murderous intention. The Miaoyan Immortal Lord's breath became chaotic and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Her injuries were too serious. The 43,000 ancient corpses were the 43,000 Eternal Immortal Lords. This level of combat power was so terrifying that even the Immortal Emperor had to retreat. The murderous intent surrounding her made her uneasy.

.She got a little closer to Ning Fan, and then she found some sense of security and calmed down.

"There are so many ancient corpses! Can he deal with it..." Miao Yanxianzun was a little worried. He glanced at Ning Fan, bit his lip, and said nothing else obediently.

When Ao Xuan and others saw the scene of more than 40,000 ancient corpses awakening, they were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat. Everyone used their concealment skills to the extreme, for fear of being discovered by these ancient corpses.

Fortunately for them, no ancient corpse noticed their presence. The eyes of the 40,000 ancient corpses were all focused on Ning Fan.

"This boy is in serious trouble. Being surrounded by 40,000 ancient corpses is a life-or-death situation."

"Forty thousand ancient corpses are equivalent to 40,000 ancient immortals. Haha, even if this person really has the cultivation level of a mid-level immortal emperor, he is definitely no match for these ancient corpses."

"Even if this kid doesn't die, I'm afraid he will still shed his skin!"

"Xuan, I'm afraid it won't be easy for this kid to survive..."

When Ao Xuan and others saw that Ning Fan was the one being besieged by the ancient corpse, they felt a little gloating.

So what if you can fly with a sword on the eighth level? So what if you have the cultivation level of an Immortal Emperor? You woke up the army of ancient corpses, let’s see how you deal with the aftermath!

"I, the Purple Dou Immortal Cultivator... was born against the odds... and buried my bones without any regrets!"

"Life and death are all for...Zi Douxian!"

One after another, voices were spoken unconsciously from the mouths of those ancient corpses, accompanied by bursts of strange roars.

More and more ancient corpses were surrounding them, and countless murderous intentions were targeting them. Ning Fan felt a chill coming from his back, and his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

At this moment, he had to face 43,000 immortal-level powerhouses on his own!

There are not so many Eternal Immortal Lords in the entire Four Heavens and Nine Realms! Only in the ancient times, in the Purple Dou Immortal Domain, can it be possible to see such an army of Immortal Lords!

Ning Fan has never been targeted by so many tyrannical murderous intentions, and his mind is lost. It is inevitable that his true cultivation will not be as good as these ancient corpses after all.

Under this murderous intent, Ning Fan felt it was difficult to breathe, and his body became unable to move. He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and with a hint of pain, he regained some control over his body, suddenly raised the clutch sword, and pointed forward

, swung the sword down.

Even if there are 40,000 ancient corpses blocking the front, so what!

If he is strong, let him be strong. A life-cutting sword, if you are strong, you will be strong!

As Ning Fan swung his sword, more and more sword rays appeared in front of his eyes. Facing six hundred ancient corpses before, Ning Fan slashed out 60,000 sword rays with one sword, but this time there were even more.

Ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways...

Ten thousand ways, one hundred thousand ways, one million ways, four million ways!

Surrounded by the light of four million life-cutting swords, Ning Fan at this moment gave people a feeling of being so powerful that he was invincible!

The pressure from the four million sword lights has exceeded the scope of the second step of cultivation. Perhaps, only the legendary third step saint can display magical powers with such pressure!

Wherever the sword light passed, a silent air wave was formed, and the great roads collapsed one after another, unable to withstand the power of this sword!

The entire eighth level of heaven and earth trembled violently under this sword. All the ancient corpses rushing towards Ning Fan stopped at this moment, looking at Ning Fan in inexplicable horror, and did not dare to approach!

After a slight hesitation, almost 90% of the ancient corpses chose to turn around and flee, trying to leave. The scene suddenly became chaotic. However, there were more than 4,000 ancient corpses. The fear gradually suppressed, and they still rushed towards Ning Fan without fear of death.

It's a pity that their feats are like moths rushing to the flame, but they only lose their lives in vain.

There was fishy saliva flowing from their mouths, and their faces were full of greed. In order to eat Ning Fan, they would do whatever it took, and they had already lost their minds.

The Zi Dou Immortal Cultivator who dominated his whole life was reduced to an ignorant corpse demon after his death... Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly and let the light of four million swords penetrate the sky and slashed at the four thousand ancient corpses.

Some ancient corpses with lower cultivation levels were crushed into pieces of corpse ashes by the sword energy before they got close to the Four Million Sword Light, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Other ancient corpses with higher cultivation levels were lucky enough to survive the attack of four million sword rays for several breaths. In the end, they were shot into sieves by the sword rays and could not escape death.

In less than five breaths, more than 4,000 ancient corpses died under Ning Fan's sword, killing all the ancient corpses blocking the road. Ning Fan opened his eyes with a solemn expression, as if he was seeing off someone far away. Seeing this astonishing sight

At this achievement, Miaoyan Xianzun was once again surprised and couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

I am afraid that even if the twenty-eight Xingxiu Ancient Emperors of the Four Seas Sect attack together, they will not be able to defeat the four thousand immortals, right?

Ning Fan was victorious with just one strike. Could it be that his power alone was greater than the power of the twenty-eight Ancient Emperors of Xingxiu combined?

Four million sword lights swept away the ancient corpses blocking the road, and merged into the thousand-foot sword light at Ning Fan's feet. The originally slightly unstable sword light suddenly became much more stable, and its flying speed became faster.

Black corpse ashes were constantly falling from the sky and scattered on the ancient bluestone road, mixing with the rainwater and making them look like mud. Ao Xuan and others only felt a cold air rising from the soles of their feet to the sky, and their bodies could not help but tremble slightly.

It’s unbelievable that in today’s Dharma-ending era, someone can actually kill four thousand immortals with one sword!

Even a quasi-sage cannot do this. Only the legendary... saint... can do this.

"What kind of cultivation level does this child have... Could it really be..." Ao Xuan and others felt deeply frightened.

It's okay to say that the three barbarian ancestors were, after all, figures from ancient times. They had met some saints during their lifetimes, and they quickly recovered from the shock. Although they were shocked, they were not confused.

Ao Xuan was unable to calm down. He was an eternal immortal from the Dharma Ending Age. He had never seen a saint before.

He didn't believe that there were still saints alive in today's era, and he didn't believe that Ning Fan could be a saint. But how to explain the scene in front of him...

Except for the Third Step Saint, who can kill four thousand immortals with one sword...

"Saint... At the end of the Dharma, all religions have lost their fortunes and orthodoxy has ceased to exist. How can there be saints alive in the world? Aren't saints already dead... Is this boy really a saint..."

Just when Ao Xuan's heart was shaking, Ning Fan's sword light whizzed past Ao Xuan's head, making a clanging sword sound. The swirling wind and rain hit Ao Xuan's face, which was heartbreakingly cold.

At this moment, Ning Fan didn't even look at Ao Xuan, but Ao Xuan still felt an invisible pressure, which seeped into his bone marrow little by little with the rain.

He was extremely nervous. At this moment, he was too close to Ning Fan. He was afraid that Ning Fan would take action against him. He was no match for Ning Fan. He definitely wasn't. He might not even be able to escape!

If Ning Fan takes action, he believes that he will die as simply as a mortal can kill an ant by stepping on it...

"This person has a grudge against my True Dragon Clan. Will he take action against me..."

"If it's fake, it must be fake. He can't be a saint, but if he is real..."

"If he attacks me, I will fight with him... But even if I fight, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape death..." Ao Xuan's heart became more and more chaotic. He held the hands of Brahma Demon and couldn't control it. Trembling slightly...

When Ao Xuan was facing a formidable enemy, Ning Fan's sword light flew past Ao Xuan's head in just a flash, with no intention of fighting with Ao Xuan.

So Ao Xuan was completely stunned, feeling a little confused and confused. Ning Fan didn't take action against him? Did he save his life?

From the hands of a saint?

The whistling sword light flew over the heads of the fourth ancestor, the second ancestor, and the first generation one after another, also causing unprecedented tension among these three people.

Although these three barbarian ancestors were legendary figures during their lifetime, they are not feeling well at the moment. Each of them is afraid that Ning Fan will take action against them.

They have plotted against Ning Fan, so they will naturally worry about Ning Fan's revenge. If Ning Fan takes action, with the terrifying strength he shows, their hope of survival seems to be close to zero...

"If he takes action, we will fight him!" The three barbarian ancestors secretly made a decision, but their expressions did not show much confidence, like a defeated rooster, feeling very frustrated.

However, what made them happy was that Ning Fan's sword light did not stay above their heads and flew away directly.

It wasn't until Ning Fan flew away that they showed blank expressions one after another. How could they simply save their lives?

Ao Xuan and others naturally don't know that Ning Fan is not a saint at all, not even an immortal emperor, but just a small cultivator. There is no need for them to be so afraid of Ning Fan...

"They were so frightened by you that their faces turned pale..." Miao Yanxianzun had a complicated expression. She noticed the nervous look of Ao Xuan and others, and could understand the mood of those people.

It's not that Ao Xuan and others are too timid, it's that Ning Fan is too scary...

"Really..." Ning Fan didn't comment on Miaoyan's words.
To be continued...