An old man in black robes appeared, with two sharp eyebrows like two sharp swords, and his eyes looked at Ning Fan as if he were looking at a naked girl.
"A powerful person at the Holy Lord level." Ning Fan murmured to himself.
"That's right, I didn't expect that you would actually know the lost realm of the God of Killing. Tell me, where did you learn this?" asked the old Killing Saint.
"Humph, why should I tell you."
"Well, you are a good candidate who is born to be a killer. Are you interested in joining us and training you into a supreme killing god who can prove his way through killing?"
Ning Fan curled his lips and said, "Not interested." He turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, this is a troubled world, and people with no background like you will die sooner or later."
"You don't need to care."
"Think about it carefully. If you want to join, you can use this to contact me."
A beam of black light condensed into a token in Ning Fan's hand, with the word "kill" written on it, exuding a terrifying aura.
It seems that there are countless ghosts sealed in this token, screaming and trying to crawl out.
Ning Fan took the token and left, running away for thousands of miles before stopping and sealing the token.
Now that the effect has been obtained, it is just a matter of waiting for a while.
A year has passed, and Ning Fan's secondary body has raised his cultivation level to the sixth level of Sendai. This is true for both the main body far away in the Atlantic Ocean and the secondary body in a certain small world.
No damage.
Even if the secondary body is destroyed, it will not affect the main body.
This year, Ning Fan killed several people again. In order to achieve better results, Ning Fan directly risked his own life and entered the Wang family's territory to destroy several of their strongholds, causing a great sensation.
You must know that the Wang family has a powerful quasi-emperor in charge, but there are still people who dare to do this.
"Have you heard that that man destroyed three strongholds of the Wang family..."
"Really, he also killed three quasi-sages and two actual saints. It's terrible."
"This person is a rising star. It's too scary. There are probably not many people who can leapfrog the level and kill the saint, and those few don't dare to do it."
"What the hell, could it be that Ning Fan from back then came back alive?"
"Impossible. Ning Fan does have the strength to kill saints, but he died together with the old god-king of the West seventy years ago. What a pity."
Speaking of this, someone sighed and said: "It's a pity that I wasn't born yet, otherwise I would definitely have participated in the war. It's a pity that Ning Fan is dead, otherwise he would be a terrifying saint and strong man now. Those of Beiming Zun are just a few."
Shit."
"It's a pity that he is really dead. I heard before that in order to find Ning Fan, the Daxia Kingdom looked for a few people who could calculate fortunes. However, there was still no news at all. He is really dead, otherwise our Daxia Kingdom would surely rise.
A young Holy Lord, no, with the contributions Ning Fan has made, it is not an exaggeration to say that he will be hailed as a saint."
At this time, in the private room upstairs, Hua Wuque, Dahei and a black dragon were listening.
Hua Wuque was keenly aware of Ning Fan's next plan, but did not say it out loud.
"Dahei, Xiaohei, let's go to the Northern Territory." Hua Wuque chuckled.
Black Dragon was not happy about this: "Don't call me Xiao Hei, I want to become the Dragon Emperor."
"Oh, you little bug with impure blood, you are not happy to be my younger brother, are you?" After Dahei said this, he was about to start a fight.
"Let's go and dig out the Wang family's money."
The three guys hit it off immediately and decided to be a troublemaker on the Wang family's property.
Seven days later, news came out that the man who provoked the Wang family had been hunted down by two powerful Holy Lords, and his life or death was unknown...