"Lu Bei! You can't think of monopoly on this mission! Ming Luo puppet, this old man has to decide!"
The white-eyed old man sneered endlessly. He called Ning Fan Lu Bei. Obviously, he had read the wanted notice issued by Emperor Teng and knew that Ning Fan was Lu Bei.
Ning Fan was not surprised when his identity was revealed, and it was not surprising that the other party, as a cultivator, had a way to obtain a wanted order.
Ning Fan was not afraid of being wanted by Emperor Teng, he flew all the way, did not hide his appearance, and did not deliberately avoid it. If you come across an enemy, you can kill them.
Ning Fan's eyes swept away lightly. Among the nine puppet masters, eight of them had bad eyes, as if they had already recognized their identity.
Only the girl in Tsing Yi, who was peeking at the virtual cultivation base, had a calm gaze that was a little surprised at this moment.
She didn't seem to have expected that the handsome young man in white was the devil who angered the Emperor Teng.
Just thinking of Ning Fan's intention to monopolize the mission and occupy all the Ming Luo puppets, the girl in green looked at Ning Fan with a hint of hostility.
"If I insist on monopolizing the mission, what will you do?"
Ning Fan glanced at the white-eyed old man and spoke lightly.
The white-eyed old man was stunned, as if he did not expect Ning Fan's tone to be so strong that he dared to ignore his threat.
He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "On the road of self-cultivation, the strong are respected. If your Excellency wants to monopolize the task, then show the strength that will convince the old man and others!"
After saying that, the white-eyed old man suddenly took a step forward, his skin dried up rapidly, and two bright white awns shot out from his eyes, swept towards Ning Fan.
Swept by the white light, Ning Fan only felt that his body was gradually stiffening, his skin showed signs of tree formation, and a layer of white bark floated up, as if he was about to turn into a wooden puppet.
Ning Fan once sacked Guanghan City, and has seen many tree clan spells. He knows that the old man is using a very powerful pupil technique in the tree world.
The name of this art is 'The Eye of Huamu', which is a secret art of the Huamu family. If you cultivate this art to the highest level, you can turn a virtual cultivator into a tree with just one look.
This technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is a good chance that this white-eyed old man can cultivate this technique.
With this white-eyed old man's Taixu cultivation base, using the tree-turning technique, with just one look, the Chongxu cultivator can be transformed into a tree.
But it is not enough to use this technique to tree Ning Fan.
"break!"
Ning Fan's mana swayed, and pieces of bark peeled off his body, and his body returned to normal, breaking the tree.
Immediately, he took a step forward, and the white light on his right arm flashed, and a silver gauntlet appeared. The figure is vertical, and the probing hand grabs the eyes of the white-eyed old man!
This blow did not stimulate the attacking supernatural power of the white tiger gauntlet. For this reason, the power of a single blow is comparable to that of the body repair of the fourth realm of the golden body!
"Divine Profound Spiritual Clothing!" In the hall, everyone's eyes were shocked.
The white-eyed old man's eyes were startled, he didn't expect Ning Fan's body to be so powerful, and he didn't expect Ning Fan to hold the Divine Profound Spiritual Apparel.
He is a puppet master, proficient in puppet art, most of his magical powers are connected with puppets, and he cannot take a single blow from Ning Fan with his physical body.
He didn't have time to think about it, he took a half step back, slapped the storage bag, and took out countless puppets.
In an instant, 216 god-transforming pinnacles appeared in sequence in the hall, all lined up in front of the white-eyed old man.
The white-eyed old man then took out a formation plate. Once activated, a huge silver-white formation pattern appeared under the feet of the 216 puppets, and strands of formation light connected all the puppets' bodies in series.
At the same time, 216 puppets punched at the same time, with a flash of light, and the fists and beams were unified!
"Wood puppet formation!"
The 216 puppet strikes merged with the light of the puppet formation and turned into an extremely dazzling fist, the power of which was comparable to that of a Taixu strike.
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed, his claws turned into fists, and he punched the puppet formation, activating the magical power of the White Tiger Armor, and hitting a white tiger fist.
Illusory, White Tiger!
One blow to the next, the puppet formation shattered, the entire city of Yiyi shook violently, and the palace hall trembled, all the palace pavilions that stretched for hundreds of miles turned into fly ash and dissipated.
The entire city of Yiyi was filled with the roar of the white tiger, and countless monks were in shock, frightened by this terrifying fluctuation of fighting skills.
"The Female President's Almighty King"
After a long time, the shaking in the city stopped, and the smoke and dust dissipated.
Ning Fan put away his fists and stood with his hands behind his back. The white-eyed old man was clutching his chest, his breath was disordered, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the shocking color in his eyes was quite strong.
The 216 incarnate puppets summoned by the old man were all smashed into pieces by Ning Fan, and there is no possibility of repairing them!
He took a pill and suppressed the injury, his eyes showed fear, and he didn't dare to look at Ning Fan.
He is not Ning Fan's opponent!
He knew in his heart that if there were no 216 puppets standing in front of him, he would definitely be hit by Ning Fan's white tiger fist, either dead or injured...
On the surface, the white-eyed old man was not too weak in this fight, but in fact he was defeated.
Ning Fan just used the spiritual outfit to punch, without spending too much mana and physical strength, he was still in a state of ease.
The white-eyed old man has lost 216 puppets of the peak of the gods... This is almost all his puppets!
Losing the puppet master means that the magical power is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical arts. If he continues to fight with Ning Fan, he will definitely lose.
Having lost so many puppets, the white-eyed old man no longer dared to go to Tanggu to hunt down the tree king. Without the puppets, the risk was too great.
At this moment, he must re-collect materials, refining puppets beside him...
"Humph! Lu Dao's friendly means! The old man's skills are not as good as others, and he has no face to fight for tasks here, farewell!"
The white-eyed old man snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a light, and left Jumang directly...
Tang Xiong took a deep look at Ning Fan, and he asked himself that he couldn't take that punch without injury. He secretly thought in his heart that Ning Fan really had amazing magical powers.
Tang Xiong secretly guessed that this punch might not be Ning Fan's strongest magical power.
As soon as the white-eyed old man left, none of the remaining eight puppet masters could be Ning Fan's opponent.
"Who else wants to compete with Lu, come forward and enlighten me." Ning Fan glanced lightly at the remaining eight puppet masters.
Being caught by Ning Fan's eyes, the four Chongxu and the three Taixu puppet masters were all uneasy in their hearts.
As puppet masters, they rely on puppets to fight. Losing a puppet is nothing.
Seeing that Ning Fan's Divine Profound Armor was so domineering, killing 216 god-turning peak puppets with one punch, how could they dare to take out the puppets to fight with Ning Fan
Their puppet technique is not as strong as the old man with white eyes, and there are not as many puppets as the old man with white eyes, and even the old man with white eyes is no match for Ning Fan.
If they fight Ning Fan, most of them will be destroyed by puppets...
For a while, everyone was silent.
The four Chongxu puppet masters shook their heads and sighed, turned and left, giving up the mission. Although the puppets made by Master Wan Changkong are rare, it is too worthless to pay all the net worth for a peeping puppet.
The three Taixu puppet masters snorted and stared at Ning Fan resentfully. After all, no one dared to take another shot, and they all left.
Only the girl in green clothes struggled and did not leave immediately.
She bit her lip and seemed to want to say something, but she sighed slightly and left after all.
On the ruins of the palace hall, in the end, only Ning Fan and Tang Xiong were left.
Tang Xiong sighed endlessly, and sent more than ten sound transmission flying swords to the whole city, informing all of his subordinates not to be nervous, the previous fluctuations in fighting skills were not someone attacking the city of Yiyi, but just a battle to learn from each other.
He bent a finger, and the magic power of Mu Xing spread for a hundred miles, and a giant tree grew again on the ground. The heart of the tree was hollowed out and turned into a brand new palace.
"I don't know when the friend entered Tanggu to kill the tree king and complete the task?" Tang Xiong asked very politely.
"When night falls, I will enter Tanggu... farewell!"
Ning Fan took away the task jade slip, clasped his fists slightly towards Tang Xiong, turned into a flash of light, and flew out of the city.
The reason why he chose to enter Tanggu at night is because the tree demons can self-heal with sunlight photosynthesis during the day, which is quite difficult to deal with.
Killing the tree king at night is slightly less difficult.
Ning Fan left the city of Yiyi and traveled all the way east. It took about 30 million miles before flying to the outside of Tanggu. He stopped the escape light and stood on the top of a tree mountain, quietly waiting for night to fall.
At this moment, it is dusk, the evening wind is blowing, and the setting sun is about to sink.
Ning Fan's heart was peaceful, he was neither afraid of Emperor Teng's pursuit nor offended the nine puppet masters.
The mission Jade Slip included a map of Tanggu. Ning Fan carefully planned in his heart how to kill two tree kings who had returned to the original cultivation base in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.
There are countless tree demons entrenched in Tanggu. These tree demons are low in intelligence and vicious, and they will attack all the monks who enter the valley indiscriminately.
These tree demons are tough and suitable for refining into puppets. Many puppet masters in Jumang love to come to Tanggu to capture the tree demons and make puppets...
A few years ago, two tree kings were born in Tanggu, and they killed many puppet masters who entered Tanggu... Therefore, the bamboo emperor set this task to kill the tree king.
"Puppet art, sometimes cruel..."
Ning Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly.
He was very angry when he first heard that someone slaughtered the Mingluo tree clan to refine puppets.
But after thinking about it over and over again, he felt that the act of killing people and refining puppets was normal in the world of self-cultivation.
Ning Fan himself was a devil who had killed countless people, so he was not qualified to blame Wan Changkong for his tyranny.
Wan Changkong's slaughter of the Ming Luo family is not fundamentally different from Ning Fan's slaughter of the Demon and Ghost Forest, Xinghai, and Leita...
However, from the standpoint of the Mingluo clan, Ning Fan ultimately hated Wan Changkong.
It has nothing to do with right or wrong, there is no absolute right or wrong in the world... It is only related to the position.
Ning Fan raised his palm and looked at the white palm, but he knew that it was covered in blood.
He lowered his hand, closed his eyes again, and said to himself in silence,
"If one day, there will be no more enemies in the world, I can let go of the killing... It's just that that day is too far away."
"Under the Nine Realms, there are strife. Above the four heavens, there are strife. Even among the ancient immortal emperors, there are endless battles... No one can avoid battles. Where there are people, there will be battles... "
"This sea of true cultivation blood, once you step into it, you will never be able to turn back..."
When Ning Fan sighed, the twilight was silent.
When the stars rose into the night sky, Ning Fan took a step. He knew that it was time to go to Tanggu.
At this moment, a murderous intent suddenly appeared from behind Ning Fan.
An incomparably sharp cyan crystal short sword touched Ning Fan's vest, a petite figure, somehow lurking behind Ning Fan, launched a sneak attack on Ning Fan.
"You finally showed up? Lu Mou is very curious, why are you so obsessed with Mingluo puppets who are just peeking into the virtual world." There was no surprise on Ning Fan's face, as if he knew that someone was lurking behind him.
"Stop talking nonsense! The puppet of Ming Luo must not fall into the hands of a demon like you!" Behind Ning Fan, a girl's voice with a bit of resentment came.