Ning Fan and Demon Monk are still being struck by lightning.
I saw that the skin and flesh of both of them were torn apart, exposing their bones and bleeding profusely.
Ning Fan kept running his skills to absorb his own thunder tribulation, but the demon monk's thunder tribulation was very helpless and could not be absorbed.
Bang bang bang!!!
"No, it must be absorbed, otherwise it would be a big loss."
Six reincarnations evolved behind Ning Fan, and the huge black hole began to swallow thunder and lightning.
A bolt of thunder fell and was absorbed immediately after being draped over Ning Fan's body.
"What a domineering technique, it can even devour the enemy's thunder calamity."
Many people took a deep breath.
Seeing this scene, the demon monk was so angry that he vomited blood. He could not absorb the opponent's lightning disaster, but the opponent could absorb his own.
It's just that it's not that simple for Ning Fan to absorb it.
It takes a lot of strength to capture the thunder tribulation, but it also has benefits.
"Swallow it!" Ning Fan roared.
The six black holes directly enlarged several times and began to continuously absorb the thunder calamity of the demon monk.
"Damn, damn, this kid is going against the will of heaven." The demon monk quit.
The two of them were constantly struck by lightning, and Ning Fan was also absorbing the power of lightning.
In response to this, the demon monk really wanted to scold his mother. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He was concerned that he was suppressed by Ning Fan's lightning disaster.
Now we have to lower the thunder calamity and bear it down.
After half an hour, the entire mountain range was turned into ruins, with flying sand and rocks and billowing smoke.
The demon monk lay on the ground and grinned: "What the hell, it's finally over."
At this time, Ning Fan's body was also riddled with holes. He quickly opened the teleportation talisman and left the place decisively.
Everyone only saw the demon monk in the ruins, but Ning Fan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Ming?"
"Why is it missing?"
"Could it be that he was chopped into pieces?"
Now they can't detect anything about Ning Fan, which means Ming Zhen has failed.
"Ming died like this?"
"Anyone who commits unjust acts will inevitably die. Who does he think he is that can surpass the demon monk?"
"It's such a pity that Ming was killed like this." Blood Spirit muttered to himself.
Little did they know that Ning Fan had already concealed his aura and left here. It would be surprising if they could detect it.
A group of people outside, Blood Slaughter Saint Lord and others, sneered again and again.
Holy Lord Blood Plum frowned slightly and sighed inwardly, Ming died just like that.
Mubai Shengjun also had helplessness in his eyes. It was unclear whether he was falling or leaving.
In a valley, Ning Fan fell to the ground and coughed up blood.
However, he held a silver-white ball of light in his hand, which was very pure and contained the laws of thunder and lightning that were constantly flashing.
"Hahaha, what a good thing." Ning Fan smiled.
Hurry up and open a cave to recover from your injuries, and then absorb the opportunity that belongs to the Demon Monk.
In the next few days, Ning Fan will be practicing, with lightning flashing on his body.
Feeling this power that surpassed that of a half-saint, if Ning Fan faced the three saints again, he felt that he could trample them to death one by one.
"I am coming!"
When Ning Fan came out, he looked towards the hazy place in the distance.
A temple stands in mid-air, exuding endless terrifying murderous intent.
"Appeared, Killing Temple, Inheritance." Ning Fan immediately rushed over.
The majestic, simple, blood-red hall is the highest palace of the killer organization.
The demon monk had already recovered from his injuries. He was chewing a piece of watermelon in his hand.