Grasping Evil

Ning Fan drove the clouds and flew very slowly. He deliberately made a lot of flaws, and what he gave was the opportunity for the Jindan ghost to attack.

The ghost in the early stage of Jindan, just rushed into the range of Ning Fan's three hundred miles of spiritual sense, and was wrapped by Jiannian, smashed to death by the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the middle stage of Jindan, the ghost rushed into Ning Fan within a hundred miles, was suppressed by the little Diao Yaoqi to the initial spiritual sense, and was instantly beheaded.

Only the ghosts in the later stage have the strength to rush to Ning Fan, but once they are suppressed by the demonic energy, they will end up being the same as the second and third elders of Qingbu.

die!

Ning Fan's three-pattern fairy cloud is now covered with dark blood, a good fairy cloud, but it is dirty and bloody.

Along the way, he killed more than 500 ghosts in total. Of course, most of them were in the early stage of Jindan, some in the middle stage, and very few in the later stage.

A ghost in the early stage is 2000 points of sect contribution, in the middle stage, it is 5000 points, and in the later stage, it is 10000 points.

The contribution of Ning Fan's sect had already grown to a terrifying number, 1.89 million, and all the fractions had been erased. It's just that at this moment, he has no intention to look at it.

His complexion was slightly pale, and he continued to take the wound medicine to restore the power of spiritual sense. Killing ghosts with sword intent was definitely not a small burden on Ning Fan. But he wants to stand up and use the most arrogant and weird means to make the ghosts in the third area terrified!

Collecting rosary beads, Ning Fan's eyes swept across the hazy sky in the distance.

Three hundred miles away, the black dots spied on Ning Fan from a distance, but no one dared to do anything to Ning Fan.

In the distance, the Qinggui River came into view, and after the Qinggui River, it was the Qingbu tribe.

In addition to the Qing Department, a nine-level spiritual sense formation was set up. The first eight levels were all pill-level formations, and the black mist covered the sky. The ninth level is an infant-level formation, with a bloody mist.

Qing Lengshan, the chief elder of the Qing Department, has received the news that the second elder and other masters have been wiped out. He looked shocked, and set up nine major formations, waiting for Ning Fan to come.

Ning Fan took the fairy cloud, jumped off the cloud head, and stood on the sky, leaving the two daughters behind, only hugging the little mink, and walking towards the black mist alone.

A hundred meters away from the black fog, he stopped, and the black fog in front of him split off, and suddenly walked out of the figure of an old man in green robes.

This person's breath is dignified like the sea, his eyes are like torches, green robes, green swords, and wood spirit power are compelling.

This person is the Great Elder of Qingbu, Qing Leng Mountain! Behind him, including Qu Han, there were only 8 masters of the late stage of Jindan. As for the ghosts in the middle and early stages of Jindan, they stayed in the formation and did not dare to appear directly in front of Ning Fan.

Qing Lengshan has already received a report that Ning Fan has a strange method that can instantly kill a master in the early, middle, and even later stages of Jindan within 300 miles. It is extremely dangerous to face Ning Fan alone.

Qing Lengshan didn't want to believe such absurd remarks, but because of the facts, he had to believe it.

The only constant is Qing Lengshan's usual indifference, aloofness, and arrogance.

He stood with his hands behind his back, with a green glow in his eyes, looking at Ning Fan with a hint of threat.

"Zhou Ming? The old man didn't look for you, but you came to the door... Hehe, he really is a kid who doesn't know whether to live or die. No matter what kind of sinister magic you cast, this old man killed so many fellow ghosts, but in the nine major battles of the old man. Below, you, cut off the road to life! 'Jiuzhongqing', open!"

Qing Lengshan and the other eight late-stage elders each held a cyan wooden plaque, which was the key to controlling the great formation.

The nine people's spiritual senses were submerged in the great formation, and an extremely dangerous breath, accompanied by the gloomy dragon roar, swept out of the great formation, and transformed into a huge cyan bone dragon with nine heads and hundreds of feet!

Nine Dragons phantom, each end has the aura of Jindan, and the end controlled by Qing Lengshan has the aura of a half-step Nascent Soul! And it is formed by formation force, transformed by thought force, and the terrain is in the shape of a dragon, which is difficult to kill.

The formation of Jiuzhongqing, eight pills and one infant can definitely be regarded as the pinnacle of Qing Lengshan's life-long Taoist cultivation!

As soon as this formation started, Nine Dragons were summoned, and Qing Lengshan's expression was even more sneer, "Zhou Ming, this old man will give you a chance, if you abandon your cultivation and hand over the evil spell to kill hundreds of ghosts, this old man can spare you. Immortal!"

In Qing Lengshan's heart, not only did he settle on Ning Fan, but he also used his spell to kill ghosts. The only thing that makes Qing Lengshan jealous is the little mink in Ning Fan's arms - Mei Chen. However, it is only fear. I have a large number of people, and there are even nine major formations.

But his threat was only exchanged for a hint of sarcasm from Ning Fan.

The ghosts in the later stage of Jindan, even in the Yue Kingdom, are all powerful existences, but in the eyes of Ning Fan, they are nothing at all. As for the nine major formations, although they are highly accomplished, they use spiritual sense as the driving force of the formation, so why should Ning Fan be afraid...

He slapped Xiao Sable's back, Xiao Sable understood, and the demonic aura was like a black wind. Under this demonic energy, Qing Lengshan and other late-stage Jindan masters began to fall madly!

Apart from the slightly higher cultivation base of Qing Leng Mountain, but still able to maintain the cultivation base of the middle stage of Jindan, the other elders have all fallen to the early stage of Jindan!

Right at this moment, Ning Fan shouted out one word, and his divine sense swept across like a sword, and the nine masters, all at the same time, were sweating coldly from their vests.

"broken!"

After this word, the invisible sword thought was like a sea, cold and sharp, and stabbed into the sea of ​​​​knowledge of nine people.

At the same time, in the arms of the nine people, there was a piece of cyan jade pendant, which was shattered and turned into a ghostly aura, with a smell of rancidity and ruin.

"Oh? Not dead?"

Ning Fan was slightly surprised, except for Qing Leng Mountain, the other 8 people, whose cultivation base should have landed in the early stage of Jindan, did not die under his own sword thoughts, which was really unexpected.

His eyes fell on the rancid ghost, and he immediately understood why he didn't kill 8 people.

"Death order!" He looked slightly moved.

Including Qing Leng Mountain, the nine masters, no one expected that Ning Fan would take action so quickly, and even face to face, breaking the 'death order' prepared by the nine people in advance!

The death decree, along with the Immortal Execution decree, were obtained by chance by the Great Elder Qingbu. The effect of the Immortal Execution Order is to kill people, while the effect of the Substitute Death Order is to save lives. Sealing a trace of his soul power into the order is enough to resist a single blow from the Nascent Soul.

For the Immortal Execution Order, Qing Leng Mountain still has 2 pieces left. For the death order, Qing Leng Mountain originally had 12 pieces, but in this one encounter, Ning Fan broke 9 pieces, leaving only 3 pieces!

But he couldn't care about his mind at the moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape!

"Quickly enter the formation and use the formation to kill this person!"

In a panic, Qing Lengshan and other 9 masters retreated into the mist formation, but their faces still had lingering fears.

Until Ning Fan took action, Qing Lengshan still looked down on Ning Fan, but at this moment, Qing Lengshan was extremely afraid of Ning Fan.

"This son's methods are too heaven-defying! If there is no death order, the old man will be seriously injured, and you wait for 8 people, all of them will die!"

Not only Qing Lengshan was horrified, but the other elders, all of them, looked at Ning Fan in fear. As for Qu Han, he had dealt with Ning Fan twice before, and the shock in his heart far surpassed everyone else's. In his beautiful eyes, his expression was extremely complicated.

The first time she saw Ning Fan, she only thought that Ning Fan was a second-rank alchemist, and she was a little friendly to him, but that was all, Ning Fan was not in her eyes at all.

The second time, she wanted to take advantage of the chaos to steal the treasury, but Ning Fan slashed through the defensive formation with a single sword and took the lead in stealing the treasury. She began to be afraid of Ning Fan, knowing that this person was hiding something, but she still didn't think that this person's true strength could rival her.

But this time, after only a few days passed, Ning Fan felt like a natural enemy, only fear!

Qu Hanqiao's face turned pale. This time, she relied on the death order to save her life and survived Ning Fan's strange spell. Next time, without the death order, she could still survive from Ning Fan's spell...

What should I do...

"You must not leave the formation. As long as you hide in the formation, this son's spells will not be able to come in. And I can calmly use the power of the formation to kill this person!"

In the hearts of the nine people, a general and unparalleled mind rose at the same time. Each waved the wooden sign and controlled the blue dragon whose formation evolved.

If time could come back, they would never want to offend Ning Fan again, but life could not be regretted. Only, live in the dead!

Nine dragons call for wind and rain, spew fire and thunder, and the attackers are all Ning Fan alone!

"As long as the old man doesn't have a big formation, he can't do anything to me... After all, this is a combination of 8 Dan-level formations and an infant-level formation. It is the pinnacle of my life..."

Qing Lengshan's eyes, with a hint of conceit, relying on this great formation, he will not be weaker than others in his life. When his eyes fell on the 'Nine Chongqing' formation, he would have a sense of security, but in the next moment, this last sense of security was also deprived by Ning Fan!

A trace of silver light broke through the heavy fog, like a thunder that pierced through the dark clouds, and was invincible.

"Destroy!"

Ning Fan snorted coldly, his palm moved, and a shining starlight sword shadow like silver, a little cold light, broke through the fog, and penetrated the torso of nine cyan bone dragons one after another.

The nine bone dragons are the illusion of the power of the formation, the power of the divine sense, the phantom, and the invisible thing, which cannot be hurt by the sword energy at all. Even the bone-like sword energy could not cause damage to Long Ying.

"Jindan sword qi, you really impress this old man, but the old man's dragon formation can never be destroyed..."

Qing Lengshan gave a grim smile, but the next moment, the smile froze.

He found strangely that with just one slash of the sword light, all the nine dragons of psychic power all began to burn, and they began to perish with a shrill dragon roar!

"How is that possible! What magical powers can slash the invisible dragon shadow..." Qing Lengshan's palm was already cold and wet, and his back was trembling unconsciously.

The immortal and indestructible formation of the dragon shadow was understated by Ning Fan and smashed with a sword. For Qing Lengshan, it was definitely not Ning Fan's instant killing of the masters of the early stage of Jindan, and it was even more shocking!

"Could it be that this son's sword has... Soul Burning Supernatural Power! Not good! If this son really has this 'virtual' level supernatural power, this old man's great formation may not be able to resist!"

He was at a loss, the nine-layer blue formation he had set up was a pure thought power formation, and the most feared thing was burning the soul!

He screamed badly, raised his head, and saw Ning Fan slashed away from a sword, with a trace of blood, full of suffocation. And the sky under his feet began to spread the air of bone, cold and deceitful.

A sword energy that was as beautiful as blood, like a blood glow, let out a whimper like a ghost cry, tearing through the entire nine-layered array of lights.

Before the formation of light healed, under the soul-burning supernatural power, the nine major formations, like a demon, began to burn violently, and in an instant, there was nothing left!

"It's broken... the old man's nine-fold green... the old man's, the green part!"

Qing Lengshan's eyes showed a desperate look. This kind of look is familiar to Ning Fan. It is a beast with no way to escape, and a desperado, the usual look!

"kill!"

Qing Leng Mountain came back head-on, and nearly a thousand Qingbu Jindan rose up from the sky.

Even if Ning Fan has the technique of sword reading, he can't kill thousands of golden cores at the same time...

With a ruthless expression on his face, he took only a hundred rosary beads in one mouth, without any refining and absorption, and directly merged the vast mind power into the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

In just an instant, the intensity of his spiritual sense increased sharply.

Jindan peak, fake baby!

The corners of his mouth bleed, and his Consciousness Sea was obviously seriously injured, but with the help of the mind power of a hundred rosary beads, his spiritual mind was elevated to a terrifying realm.

"broken!"

An extremely tyrannical power of divine sense swept away from Ning Fan, and under the sweep of divine sense, Qingbu's golden core masters began to explode into blood mist. With one move, nearly a hundred ghosts smashed to death directly, and the rest were seriously injured and escaped.

Eight of the late Jindan elders, including Qu Han, were seriously injured in the sea of ​​consciousness and vomited blood constantly, but they didn't care about the injury at all, and desperately launched their escape speed, escaping thousands of miles away... But the first elder Qing Lengshan was in Ning Fan's spiritual sense. The center of the attack, the sword of ten thousand spiritual thoughts, chopped its flesh into blood and mud, and burned its ghost to nothing.

Thousands of golden pills from the Qingbei were brutally destroyed by the young man in front of him with crazy means!

Aobu, dead!

"From today onwards, there will be no Qingbu in the ghost forest!"

Ning Fan's indifferent voice resounded through the 300-mile sky, making countless experts who spied on this battle tremble with fear!

His face seemed weak, but his eyes were sharp. At this moment, it may be a good opportunity to sneak attack and kill Ning Fan, but Ning Fan waved his hand. On the ground, hundreds of golden rosary beads were put into the storage bag one by one. The unpredictable onlookers were all heartbroken and took their minds.

With so many rosary beads, if Ning Fan goes crazy again, there is no guarantee that he will not destroy another tribe!

"This son is ruthless and ruthless, crazy and elusive, and must not be provoked..."

A well-known expert whose eyes are higher than the top has stayed away one after another, so as not to get into trouble.

The original idea of ​​killing Ning Fan and ingratiating himself to the Bone Emperor was put away one after another.

This Ning Fan, let the Bone Emperor handle it himself, it is too dangerous for him and others to take action!

...

In the Ghost Bird Sect, it was the first time that there was a problem with the monument of merit.

Ning Fan's sect contribution exceeded 2 million for the second time, reaching a terrifying value of 2.15 million, ranking fifth in the sect!

"Impossible, the monument of merit, there is a problem again!"

Bai Feiteng stood up, shocked, looking at the ghost bird, as if hoping that the ghost bird would clear Ning Fan's contribution for the second time.

He never believed, or even no one believed that Ning Fan's strength could make such a large contribution by slaying the golden elixir again and again.

This is absolutely impossible! no way!