"Fang Sheng, fight with me!"
At the moment when Ning Fan arrived, a heavy aura like a mountain rain fell on the entire Yunshan Mountain!
All the monks near Yunshan, regardless of their cultivation level, felt that their breathing was stagnant, and they could not bear Ning Fan's powerful aura.
Yu Chung'er looked up at the sea of clouds, and looked at the young man in white standing coldly on the golden ancient sword in disbelief.
At this moment, Ning Fan is no longer as easy-going as usual. There is a belief in his eyes, the belief that swept the eight halls!
At this moment, Ning Fan was like a bloody battle with a blood dragon pool back then, and his aura was unstoppable!
"Hou Suyi is fighting against the other eight hall masters this time, to understand the rain monument, or to establish prestige..." Yu Bai thought deeply.
"No, not at all... He must have an extremely important reason to defeat the Eighth Palace alone..." Yu Chung'er said to himself.
All the gods in the Youtian Temple respected the elders, and their eyes were filled with awe. None of the gods present could compete with Ning Fan's aura, all of them were caught by the aura and could not move!
Venerable Xue can’t do it, Ugly Yun Lie can’t do it, and the Yun Kuang divine envoy of the mere Nascent Soul cultivator is naturally even more incapable. He was directly overwhelmed by Ning Fan’s aura!
At the time of the Great Jin Dynasty, Yun Kuang repeatedly made things difficult for Ning Fan for Yin Suqiu, but Ning Fan destroyed his Taoism. Fifty years have passed, Yun Kuang's cultivation base has not been able to advance an inch, he has repeatedly failed to break through the bottleneck, and the last time he hit the bottleneck, his eyes were even destroyed by the robbery...
Fifty years ago, he was an old monster of Nascent Soul, and Ning Fan was an ant.
Fifty years later, even a single breath of Ning Fan could make him unable to stand!
"Compared to him, I, Yun Kuang, are nothing, but Yi Er... I'm just an ant..." Yun Kuang crouched on the ground, disheartened.
Ning Fan stood in the cloud, took the ancient sword, and did not look at Yun Kuang. This person was not as good as him back then, and even more so now.
His eyes only looked at Fang Sheng, waiting for Fang Sheng to fight!
"You can defeat Longnan Hou and Huang Gu in a row. I'm afraid you already have the ability to fight against the void. This old man will see if you can fight on an equal footing with this old man!"
laugh!
Fang Sheng's old eyes flashed, his whole body turned into a snow-white light, and he appeared on the top of the sea of clouds in an instant.
As soon as his mana was urged, a sea of void immediately appeared under his feet. Standing in the sea of void, Fang Sheng's mana seemed to be endless.
He raised his finger, with a dazzling cloud of light flashing between his fingers, pressed one finger at Ning Fan, and shouted coldly.
"The technique of cloud obliteration!"
As soon as the clouds dissipated, millions of white clouds suddenly appeared around Ning Fan, each of which had a grimace on top of it, grinning strangely.
Millions of grimace swallowed the clouds and mist, and in just a moment, all the aura of Ning Fan was devoured, and strands of mana flowed out of Ning Fan's body and was swallowed by the grimace.
Ning Fan felt the temporary loss of mana in his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tried to burn the clouds and mists in the sky with demonic fire.
But when Fang Yi activated the magic fire, the mana was lost even faster, and even the essence began to flow away.
And Ning Fan has a feeling that this grimace cloud can devour most spells, even black fire can't hurt these clouds... Fang Sheng's spells are so strange.
"This is... the spell of the peak of the emptiness, the spell of cloud annihilation!" An old man who transformed into a god recovered and said in shock.
"Palace Master Fang Sheng used this technique to drain the mana of several Chongxu cultivators. Once this technique is activated, it will not take a moment and a half for Suyi Hou's mana to be swallowed up by the grimace and white clouds!"
"This grimace and white cloud can devour mana, and all magical attacks will be absorbed by this cloud. It is said that only monks with special consciousness can resist this cloud."
"Once you lose your mana, no matter how strong Suyi Hou is, he is not the enemy of Fang Sheng's Hall Master Yihe!"
The discussion above Yunshan came into Ning Fan's ears, and in just a few breaths, 70% of his mana and essence had been consumed, all of which were sucked away by the grimace.
He looked at the cloud of grimace in the sky, his eyes suddenly decided, and sword thoughts suddenly radiated.
In the sea of clouds, a drop of thick ink spread out above the sky, and in an instant, it turned into an ink-colored sword light that covered the sky and the sun, smashing countless grimace clouds.
"Jian Nian... Sure enough, you can't defeat you with the technique of Yunyan. Good luck with fishing nets!"
Fang Sheng was not too surprised when he saw that Yun Yan's technique was broken.
Being able to use this technique to deplete 70% of Ning Fan's mana at the very beginning was already a good result. At this moment, Fang Sheng was sure of winning.
He bent a finger, and strands of white mana came out through his fingers, interweaving into a huge fishing net.
Sacrifice the fishing net in the air, and the fishing net instantly turns into ten thousand.
Tens of thousands of fishing nets were all wrapped around Ning Fan, and the threads of the fishing nets were extremely tough, and even a single blow could not destroy them.
Even ten years ago, in the Song Dynasty, Ning Fan, who had not found all the fires in the sky, couldn't destroy this fishing net with the fire of yin and yang.
Even a single blow from Taixu might not be able to shatter the fishing net, and Fang Sheng did not think that Ning Fan, whose mana was greatly damaged at the moment, could use 30% of his mana to release a spell on the scale of Taixu.
"You, lost! Don't worry, the old man will only wrap you in fishing nets and won't hurt you. But if you can't beat the old man, you can't understand it under the rain tablet. It's too early to beat the old man with your questioning realm. already."
"Is it!"
Ning Fan suddenly stepped on the sky, and the sky shattered, revealing a boundless void.
He grabbed the ground, and he pulled out the soul of the earth 400,000 miles away!
He grabbed the void, and the soul of the void of 400,000 miles was drawn out by him!
Open your mouth and swallow it, swallowing both the earth soul and the void soul into the belly, and out of thin air, 10 million armor mana is added!
In an instant, Ning Fan's momentum rose steadily, and the mana in his body reached 18.2 million armor in an instant, and the mana was even stronger than Fang Sheng!
"The art of extracting the soul! It's actually the soul of extracting the void in the second realm!" Fang Sheng's eyes turned pale in shock.
The technique of extracting the soul is one of the three supernatural powers of Shattering the Void, but not everyone knows the technique of extracting the soul even if it is an old monster of Shattering the Void.
And the one who can cultivate the technique of extracting the soul to the second realm is the only one in the rain world!
Ning Fan turned out to be the second cultivator in the Rain World who could draw the Soul of Void!
"burn!"
Ning Fan pointed to the sky above his head and to the tens of thousands of fishing nets of good fortune.
The black fire spread out in the sea of clouds, and nine unmatched black fire dragons rushed out of the sea of fire, swallowing flames, and easily burned the fishing nets in the sky into fly ashes.
In the past ten years, he has achieved 24 kinds of sky frost and earth fire, and the power of the magic fire is comparable to the spiritual fire of the seventh level!
Ning Fan might not be able to burn this fishing net if it was cast by Fragment, but if Fang Sheng cast it, it would be another matter!
"What!" Fang Sheng was once again shocked. This good fortune fishing net was the supreme secret technique bestowed upon him by the Sixth Prince, but was burnt to ashes by a black fire from Ning Fan...
What kind of fire is that! Is there such a high-grade spirit fire in the rain world!
Before he recovered from the shock, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat from his vest.
But seeing the nine-headed fire dragon, Qi Qi turned the dragon's head to Fang Sheng, with bloodthirsty gleams in his eyes.
These nine-headed black dragons are transformed by the flames of the seventh-grade high-grade, and there is no such high-grade flames in the Rain Realm Shattered Void!
This black fire was cast by Ning Fan with the mana close to Taixu cultivator, even Taixu cultivator would never try to stop the burning of the fire dragon!
The nine-headed fire dragon rushed across, carrying a sea of fire, drowning Fang Sheng.
In just a few breaths, Fang Sheng was like the Yellow Valley before, he fell out of the sea of fire, fell into the sky, and fell heavily on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
Ning Fan didn't say much, swallowed the black fire and landed on the top of Yunshan.
Fang Sheng climbed up from the giant pit, looked at Ning Fan with a complex face, and sighed,
"Old man... lost..."
Fang Sheng knew that Ning Fan had already shown mercy.
Otherwise, with the terrifying mana after Ning Fan used the Soul Extraction Technique, to use such a high-level black fire to attack the enemy, its fire power is definitely not something that other people can compete with...
Except for the Taixu cultivator, no one can stop the power of Ning Fan's black fire...
"Hou Suyi, come with me, this old man will take you to the mountainside, to understand the rain monument in the Youtian Temple..."
Ning Fan didn't say much, and followed Fang Sheng into the belly of Yunshan Mountain.
The monks in the entire Yunshan Mountain, including the Youtian realm monks, and other realm monks, all died silently.
"Youtian Temple is also defeated... The only ones who can stop Suyi Hou's edge are Juntian Temple and Haotian Temple..."
"According to the old man, even Juntian Palace may not be able to beat Suyi Hou. After all, Juntian Palace Master is only a cultivation base that is invincible... I am afraid that only Haotian Palace Master can win. After all, the Hall Master Haotian is a Taixu cultivator..."
laugh!
After a stick of incense, Ning Fan escaped out of the mountain and headed for the next realm.
Along the way, he took medicine pills and recovered his mana. After a little delay, he arrived at Xuantian Realm three days later.
The seventh realm of Tianyun, the Xuantian realm!
Countless cultivators had already learned the news of the defeat of the Palace Master Youtian three days ago, and they all rushed to the Xuantian Mirror with the help of the teleportation formations of Tianyun Kingdom, waiting to see another battle.
At this moment, no cultivator doubted Ning Fan's determination to challenge the Eighth Palace.
Whether it is to understand the Rain Monument or to gain a reputation, Ning Fan's purpose in challenging the Eighth Palace is not what everyone cares about.
Everyone just wanted to know if Ning Fan could defeat the other eight hall masters by himself and lead the nine halls alone!
laugh!
A golden sword light crossed the sea of clouds and descended on the top of Yunshan Mountain in Xuantian Temple!
Ning Fan was in the clouds, overlooking the Xuantian Hall above Yunshan. This Xuantian Hall was the branch hall of the third prince of the Rain Palace, Yun Bushu...
In the rain world, the only branch that has a good relationship with Juntian Temple is Xuantian Temple.
In the rain world, the only prince who had a life-and-death friendship with Yun Tianjue was Yun Shishu.
Ning Fan sighed, he knew that he was the son of Yun Tianjue, and it was not appropriate to challenge Xuantian Hall Master and bring this hall to shame.
Just in order to obtain the complete rain technique, in order to find his mother in the entire Zhongzhou boundary, he had to fight...
He closed his eyes lightly, and said loudly, "Ning Fan has no intention of becoming an enemy of Xuantian Palace, just to take a look at the Rain Monument, he has to fight with Xuantian Palace Master, please forgive Xuantian Palace Master..."
"Kekeke Suyi Hou is joking, how could Luo Mou dare to fight Suyi Hou... Luo Mou, admit defeat!"
An old man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe folded his fist in the direction of Ning Fan and conceded defeat on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
This person is white-haired and pale-faced, with awe-inspiring arrogance and arrogant arrogance, but his cultivation is only a glimpse of the emptiness.
Ning Fan was slightly startled, he had seen this person before.
When he was in the outer seas, Ning Fan beheaded Yan Zun and was convicted of the Rain Palace, but he was recommended by two Rain Palace Lianxu to be the Elder of the Rain Palace.
With the credit for finding the inextinguishable body, Luo Jun was promoted from the master of the last division to the master of Xuantian Hall, one of the nine halls.
Yun Bushu, who guards the Xuantian Temple, is known as the 'Prince Xianyun', and Luo Jun is also a person with no ambition.
He originally wanted to mix leisurely in the position of Xuantian Hall Master, just to break through the question in his lifetime.
Who would have thought that the dignified Suyi Hou would come to challenge him to be so small.
How dare he fight? Even the Marquis of Longnan, Huang Gu, and Fang Sheng were all defeated by Ning Fan.
"Luo Mou admits defeat, Suyi Hou can directly follow me into the mountainside and watch the rain monument!"
"Alright."
Ning Fan nodded, took the ancient sword, and landed on the top of Yunshan Mountain.
He also does not want to bully a Xuantian Temple with a tyrannical cultivation base, and make bad relations with Yun Shishu.
The two entered the belly of the mountain, and the entire Xuantian Yunshan sighed with emotion.
"I didn't expect the dignified Xuantian Palace Master to admit defeat. But this is a wise move. With the cultivation of Xuantian Palace Master, he is definitely not the enemy of Suyi Hou Yihe."
"Hey, I was waiting for the Xuantian Realm, but I didn't have the chance to fight the Void Refinement Battle. It's a pity... Let's quickly find a teleportation formation and go to the next realm, and wait for the arrival of Suyi Hou!"
On the top of Yunshan, a handsome young man was extremely impressed. He was the arrogance of Xuantian Temple and Yunbushu's adopted son, Yun Niansu.
"The leader of this generation of Tianjiao in the rain world is none other than him... Ning Fan, I am not as good as him... I just don't understand why my adoptive father wants to see him..."
...
Inside the mountainside, Ning Fan followed Luo Jun across the light, entered the palace, and walked straight towards the main hall.
Luo Jun laughed all the way, he couldn't afford to offend someone like Ning Fan.
The 900-foot-long Yuzu Monument reveals the rain that moistens everything.
Luo Jun pointed to the rain tablet and introduced.
"Hehe, Lord Suyi, please take a look, this is the Rain Monument in my Xuantian Temple. When Suyi Marquis comprehends the Rain Monument, you must be careful not to be injured by the Rain Monument... Uh, three, three... the third prince. Your Highness!"
Luo Jun was halfway through speaking, when suddenly startled, he immediately folded his fists and saluted.
After the rain monument, a young man in ragged clothes walked out slowly and looked like a beggar.
This man has messy hair like grass and a stubby beard, but his appearance is extremely handsome and quite masculine.
He looked free and uninhibited, as if nothing in the world was enough to make him care.
He didn't reveal a single breath, and outsiders didn't know what his cultivation was like, but Ning Fan sensed a vast aura from his body, comparable to a cultivator in the Shattering Void Second Layer!
He is the third prince of the Rain Palace, and the clouds are uncomfortable!
"Oh, oh, we meet again... Back then when we met in the Ghost Sparrow Sect, you were still a little mellow, but you have come this far in the past fifty years... Uh, yes, this prince remembers Not so good, what's your name... Su, Su, Su..."
"It's Suyi Hou..." Luo Jun reminded in a low voice.
"That's right, it's Su, Su, Su... What's the matter with Su? Oh, I forgot again, forget it, this prince's memory is getting worse and worse, it's hard to remember anything..."
Yun Bushu patted his forehead, laughed, and acted as recklessly as he did back then.
His unruly gaze suddenly froze when it landed on Lan Yu on Ning Fan's neck.
"The Jade of the Blue Bridge?! This jade is really in your hands! Good boy, you were deceived by you back then!"
Yun Bushu put away all smiles and showed serious eyes.
With a big wave of his hand, a strong wind directly swept up Luo Jun, sending this person out of Yunshan Mountain.
"I, I have something to ask you! Where did this jade come from!" Yun Bushu stood with his hands behind his back, without a trace of laughter.
Ning Fan looked at Yun Shishu lightly, not afraid.
It wasn't any surprise that Yun Bushu recognized this jade.
When he spied on Yun Ruowei's mind that day, he already knew that this jade was the jade of the Blue Bridge.
Although the jade of the blue bridge is an ancient thing, it has no use other than the love of the Taoist couple.
Back then, Yun Tianjue and Ning Qian fell in love and swore an oath to each other to Lanqiaozhiyu. No one else knew about it.
In other words, those who can know the meaning of this jade are not outsiders.
Back then, when Yun Bushu was looking for this jade in Yue Kingdom, it was not the same as Yuhuang's purpose.
Emperor Yu is looking for someone who will threaten his life, but Yun Bushu is looking for the wife and son of an old friend...
Yun Ruowei is not an outsider, nor is Yun Bushu. In Yun Ruowei's mind, Yun Bushu and Yun Tianjue have a deadly friendship...
"I can tell you the origin of this jade, but I want to know why Yun Tianjue lost his memory and why did Ning Qian disappear!"
Ning Fan's eyes were equally serious.
Even if Yun Bushu doesn't come to the door today, he will look for an opportunity to find Yun Bushu.
He fought the Eighth Hall alone in order to comprehend the technique of Yuzu and find out the whereabouts of his mother.
In addition to finding out the whereabouts of his mother, Ning Fan also wanted to know the truth of the year!
Who is it that sucks blood, causing Ning Qian's life and death to be unknown!
"You really are... their child..." Yun Bushu listened to Ning Fan's rhetorical question, and immediately determined something, showing a half-happy, half-sighing expression.
He was happy that he had found Ning Fan, and sighed that he could hear the overtone from Ning Fan's words.
Ning Fan doesn't know Ning Qian's whereabouts... Also, he doesn't know the truth...
"I don't know exactly what happened back then. It should be said that no one in the rain world knows... No one knows how Ning Qian disappeared, but I saw with my own eyes why the big brother lost his memory... That day, I saw A colorful ray of light soared into the sky, and in the ray of light, there was a figure of an old man... It was him, erasing the memory of my eldest brother!"
Yun Bushu showed an angry expression. He had never hated anyone so much, but that mysterious colorful old man was definitely someone he would hate!
"Walking with the colorful old man, there is also the fallen fourth prince of the Rain Palace!"