"I've been here all along, why are you here?" Wang Zhen was surprised.
Regarding Wang Zhen, Ning Fan did not hide anything and told everything about his coming here, as well as the fact that the Western civilization from outside was going to attack Daxia.
"I see, you are here to get the Four Swords of Immortal Killing."
"Well, Uncle Wang, what about you? Why are you here?" Ning Fan asked curiously.
"I want to go in, but I haven't found the opportunity yet, and here you are. Then I will hand over the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to you. How you use them depends on your luck."
Hearing this, Ning Fan's eyes lit up and he was very surprised that Wang Zhen had obtained such a godless weapon as the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.
Wang Zhen said: "Hey, don't be so surprised. In fact, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian have been discovered by the Night King a long time ago and have subdued them. You are waiting to come and get them."
"What? The Night King?"
"That's right, I believe you should understand that you have reached this point. In fact, the previous game was arranged by your master, the Night King and two other masters."
"Why did you choose me? Is it because of my father?" Ning Fan asked.
"Yes, it's because of your father, the Night King is the first, your father is the second, and you are the third."
Ning Fan was puzzled and asked: "Who is this third person?"
"You will know when you become strong enough to dominate the world. This is your destiny, and your father is waiting for you."
"This...my father is really still alive, deep in the Kunlun Mountains." Ning Fan looked deeper into the Kunlun Mountains.
"Xiaofan, there are still many things waiting for you to do, so you must live and become stronger. For me, fate is a fixed number, but it is a variable for countless ordinary creatures. Don't let your master
, the Night King, and your father are disappointed."
"Uncle Wang, where is my master? Where is he buried?"
"follow me!"
Following Wang Zhen to a valley, there was a solitary grave standing in the distance. Wang Zhen said: "That's it. When Senior Li failed to renew his life, he asked me to bring him here for burial."
"Master!"
Ning Fan came to the grave, knelt down, and kowtowed a few times: "My little six is unfilial. It took me so long to kowtow to you."
"Xiao Fan, Senior Li will not blame you. This is what the Night King gave you. Master it as soon as possible. You and I will go to the north to help your third senior sister."
"Yes!" Ning Fan kowtowed again, stood up, took the ancient cloth in his hand, opened it and saw four simple small swords less than a foot long inside.
Although it is small, the edge it exudes is very powerful, a bit more powerful than using the Immortal Slayer Sword myself.
The control method that the Night King knows is recorded on the cloth. Master it as soon as possible. Don't be burdened with anything. The North needs you.
"good!"
Because of his experience with the former, it was not difficult for Ning Fan to master it. He also dripped his own blood on the four Immortal Killing Swords, and soon developed a connection. He sat cross-legged and mastered all these techniques skillfully.
A full seven days passed, and Ning Fan felt a sense of crisis. With a flash of thought, he shot out four swords, and the terrifying sword light shot straight into the sky, with a terrifying force.
"Let's go, the battle in the north has begun."
"Um!"
Wang Zhen put a hand on Ning Fan's shoulder, and the two of them disappeared instantly, speeding towards the Great Wall of the North.
On the way, Ning Fan saw the solitary grave in Dahei. He didn't know what to feel in his heart. He wanted to wait until the matter in the north was resolved before he could pay his respects.