At first, it was the smell of fat powder that permeated the world. It was not heavy, and it was as light as running water, but it had an alluring sweet fragrance.
Then, there was an unprovoked rain of flowers between the heavens and the earth, and the pink and white petals rustled.
The eyeball monster's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he really didn't know what organ he used to breathe.
"The four generations of barbarian gods, Xizi Hua, are the most beautiful gods in the history of the ancient barbarian world! I can't believe that this old man can really see this legendary beauty, good, good!"
Amidst the applauding of the strange-eyed chickens, the phantom of an ancient city slowly appeared in the sky.
It was an extremely dilapidated city, the city was in flames of war, and the long streets were full of corpses.
In the center of the city, there is an ancient palace, which is collapsing little by little in the firelight.
In the sky above the palace, a large piece of divine light began to emerge, and in the divine light, a phantom figure of a woman dressed in a light pink veil slowly appeared.
She landed outside the palace and stood under a cherry tree, watching the palace collapse in the flames of war, silent.
Under the veil, her beautiful curves are looming. She raised her bright wrist, her slender hand, so white that it was completely inconsistent with the surrounding war.
She gently stroked her temples, and there was an indescribable style in her behavior, and an indescribable sadness.
Her face is very beautiful, like a picture of a quiet old man in the years, but in her black gem-like eyes, there is a trace of indescribable sadness.
That is the sadness that only people who have lost their country can have.
In her chest, there was a broken sword covered with blood and rust, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound.
Those blood made her, who was originally spotless, filthy, but it added a poignant beauty.
She is a shadow of mountains and seas left by the four generations of barbarian gods, and her body has long since died...
The flames of war, the fallen palace, the broken sword, and the blood were the scene before her death...
Ning Fan jumped into the bottom of the lake, and the undead power in the lake immediately poured into his body, guarding against the upcoming eighth loss.
The visions from the outside world did not hide from Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts. The four generations of barbarian gods are indeed beautiful, but it is not enough to say that the beauty is eclipsed by the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon are dull.
But the sadness and grief on her body is very touching.
"********, sure enough... she is indeed the beauty that the old man likes the most! Haha, if I can look at this woman, even if the old man dies at this moment, it will not be in vain! Hehehehe..." Eyeball Strange A nympho, staring at the sky stupidly, drooling, and he has begun to ignore everything that happens in the outside world.
He has been completely fascinated by the beauty of the four generations of barbarian gods, stunned, deeply sunk, unable to extricate himself.
Not only the eyeball monsters, but even Ning Fan in the lake gradually felt a sense of inability to extricate himself, and his eyes were suddenly startled.
What made Ning Fan feel unable to extricate himself was not the beauty of the woman, but an almost outrageous charm.
These four generations of barbarian gods have cultivated the way of charm! Her beauty might not be enough to impress Ning Fan's heart, but the power of charm she cultivated is enough to make most men in the world lose their minds.
Even the rules of the All-Heavenly Dao Law seem to be bowing down under her skirt, and the direction of flow has shifted, forming a looming shadow around her back.
Like the ring of the beginning of the holy!
The four generations of barbarian gods are not the first saint, but their charm is strong enough to charm the Dao, making the Dao willing to violate the rules and shape the ring of the first saint for her, even if she is not the first saint...
"In the world, there are people who can practice charm to such a degree that even the Great Dao can be charmed!"
Ning Fan was secretly surprised, the yin and yang locks in his dantian continued to emit cool power, so that he did not sink into the boundless charm of the four generations of barbarian gods.
If it weren't for him being a descendant of the ancient times, with a yin and yang lock, he would be like an eyeball monster, drooling and grinning at this woman.
It's terrifying that there is such a charming cultivator between heaven and earth.
"Since the demise of the barbarian country, very few people have been able to cross all the way to the eighth loss..."
The voice of the four generations of barbarian gods is very good, with a sweet and sweet feeling, but there is an indelible sadness in the tone.
She looked away from the phantom of the war-torn palace, and glanced at the lake below.
At first glance, she saw the silly eyeballs, and she narrowed her eyes, slightly disdainful. Just another sinker...
In her life, she had seen too many men who bowed under her skirts. Some people coveted her beauty, and some people fell under her charm.
Too much, too much, so much that she could only pin her fingers to count how many men could stay awake in front of her.
This eyeball monster is nothing but the common people who are sinking into her skirt, not worth mentioning.
She looked away from the eyeball monster, and then swept to the lake, her slightly sad eyes, but it seemed to be sharper than any flying sword, easily pierced through the dark lake water, and saw Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake.
Her eyes were originally very clear, like the flowing water formed after the melting of ice and snow in early spring. But that clearness, when he realized that Ning Fan had no desire, there was a trace of microwave, and the corner of his lips also evoked a rare smile.
"You surprised me, because you didn't sink in front of me like other men. Are you the cultivator who wants to pass the eighth loss? You, very good."
For the first time in countless years, the four generations of barbarian gods praised someone, but when she noticed the mixed blood in Ning Fan's body, her eyebrows instantly frowned, and her expression turned cold.
"You, you are not a barbarian, you are a Taicang Jie Ling!"
The eyes of the four generations of barbarian gods are getting colder and colder, and with it, the temperature of the whole world has plummeted.
Ning Fan's vest froze for no reason. Under this woman's prying eyes, he felt as if he was naked, as if he had no secrets, so he couldn't hide it from the woman in front of him.
Before, eyeball monsters could see through everything about themselves. But Tagu can't do this, even if Tagu is a barbarian god of seven generations.
This woman, like an eyeball monster, sees through everything about herself, she is stronger than Tagu.
"If you weren't too great a calamity, maybe I would still be merciful. Now, I won't hold back any longer."
Unlike Tagu, who treated the Taicang Jieling with respect and condescension, this weak woman made no secret of her disgust for the Taicang Jieling.
She is the fourth-generation barbarian god, and the ancient barbarian world fell into her hands.
The shadow of the palace under her feet was once a barbarian capital, but it fell in the fire of war!
The broken sword in her chest was the sharp blade that took her life, the treasure of an ancient emperor, but it was destroyed by her.
She is the last barbarian god standing dead in the history of the ancient barbarian world. Since her, the barbarian gods of all dynasties have all been slaves of the Taicang Tribulation Spirit, such as Natagu.
And she is not!
For her, Taicang Jieling is not the main clan, but the enemy who destroys her country and her clan.
Is the mortal enemy!
"By the order of my Xizi painting, I will summon the tomb of the ancient barbarians, and pay for this son's funeral!"
The four generations of barbarian gods lightly raised their hands and pointed at Ning Fan, the whole world immediately changed at this moment!
Between the mountains and the sea, the phantoms of the ancient battlefield began to appear, submerging the place where Ning Fan was!
The phantom shadows replace the real world!
The lake is gone, the valley ruins are gone, the eye monster is gone.
Ning Fan was alone, standing on an ancient battlefield, with bloody tribes and cities behind him.
On the grassland in front of him, there are broken limbs everywhere, and magic weapons are damaged. A collapsed mountain, a river cut off by a sword, a broken sky...
"Here, where is it!"
Ning Fan closed his eyes and put aside the illusion in front of him, he could feel his body, still soaking in the bottom of the lake, surrounded by cold lake water.
But his soul, his consciousness, seemed to be mixed in this mysterious space.
Is this the space formed by the four generations of barbarian supernatural powers...
"Since you are the Great Cang Tribulation Spirit, then you will be treated preferentially. Your eighth loss is different from others." The words of the four generations of barbarian gods are full of hostility.
Ning Fan's heart sank slightly. The Eyeball Monster had sworn before that everyone's eighth damage was the same.
Nonsense, he has been treated specially, I am afraid that the eighth damage of others will not be taken into this battlefield space.
The eighth loss of ordinary people is already as difficult as the sky, and his eighth loss is estimated to be more dangerous and difficult to overcome than ordinary people.
This fourth-generation barbarian god seems to have deep hostility towards his Taicang Jieling's bloodline...
"The tomb of the ancient barbarians is a holy place for barbarians. Barbarian cities destroyed by war and barbarians who died in war will be accommodated here. Where you are, is the fourth tomb, the first floor. The barbarian warriors in the hands of your Tai Cang clan. If you want to pass the eighth loss, kill these warriors again, you may do it!"
The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods reverberated between heaven and earth, and at the moment when the voice sounded, a corpse, either complete or incomplete, stood up with bewildered eyes.
Ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people... Countless corpses, covering the entire battlefield, stood up one by one.
Among them, there are the corpses of the first step monks and the second step monks, but the one with the highest cultivation level is just a life immortal.
The corpses with higher cultivation are buried in the higher level of the barbarian tomb.
At this moment, they seemed to have a new life and glory, they saw Ning Fan!
A sound of gnashing of teeth came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.
"Tai Cang... Jie Ling... "
More and more savage cultivators' eyes became blood red and were overwhelmed by hatred.
The closest to Ning Fan are the seven savages who have transformed into gods. They have died for countless years on the road to protect the ancient barbarian world.
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Their corpses were collected by the ancient barbarian tomb.
Their souls will forever remain between the mountains and seas here.
They hate Taicang Jie Ling, and now, they want revenge! Take revenge on Ning Fan, the Great Cang Tribulation Spirit!
The seven god-turning savage cultivators had no reason at all. Once they got close to Ning Fan, they immediately chose to self-destruct.
They know that their cultivation is low, and they only want to hurt Ning Fan a little by their self-destruction.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of self-destruction, wrapped in blood mist, came from ear to ear. Immediately after that, a storm formed by the self-destruction of seven savage cultivators drowned Ning Fan in an instant.
What kind of cultivation is Ning Fan? Not to mention the cultivation of blood robbery, but only the cultivation of magic power, it is already in the middle stage of the real world, and it is a dignified real immortal.
However, the chilling aura of the seven god-turning cultivators in their desperate battle infected him, and even the tens of thousands of savage cultivators behind them.
"Kill Tai Cang Jie Ling!"
Dozens of other god-turning and imaginary savage cultivators rushed to Ning Fan and chose to self-destruct.
Several more Void Shattering cultivators leaped into the sky and turned into giant black-feathered birds that were several thousand feet tall, and slammed into Ning Fan.
These Void Shattering cultivators did not choose to self-destruct, but embraced the determination to fight Ning Fan.
Ning Fan has a solemn expression, he respects those strong men who have faith and die for their faith, but this does not mean that he will let others attack without fighting back.
He could see that the barbarians here are all characters who have been dead for many years and have long since lost their lives, but there is a very strange Taoism here, which can make the corpse retain the will of the dead and continue to fight.
That strange Dao is 70% to 80% similar to the Dao of Immortality, but it's plausible...
The people here are all dead, and they all have an unforgettable hatred for the Taicang Jie Ling...
There was a hint of apology in Ning Fan's eyes, but he was more determined. He used the Zhan Yi Dao Sword towards the giant bird of 1000 meters above the sky.
Now that he is in this battlefield, all Ning Fan can do is send you to death.
The Zhan Yi Dao Sword transformed into thousands of sword lights, easily slaughtering those few giant birds, and blood spattered into the sky.
This move angered more arrogant cultivators, and more and more arrogant cultivators rushed in.
The first step, a monk, is more than hundreds of millions! Even the immortals have more than 100,000!
"The savage cultivators here are only part of the cultivators who died in the world back then. More savage cultivators have no bones left, and they don't even have the chance to converge."
"They all died in the hands of your Taicang Jieling clan. Your clan has destroyed countless clans. Have you ever seen the hatred in the hearts of the annihilated."
"I am waiting for you on the seventh floor of the ancient barbarian's tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to pass the eighth loss. If you can't, you will die here and use your blood to save thousands of dollars for me. It's pretty cultivating snow hate."
The voices of the four generations of barbarian gods drifted in the air, like the wind, and it was difficult to capture traces.
Hundreds of millions of savage cultivators rushed to Ning Fan, either self-destructing or using supernatural powers, and even some of their own people were affected by the self-destruction and supernatural powers, but no one backed away.
Everyone's will is to kill Ning Fan, just because Ning Fan is the Great Cang Tribulation Spirit, and he is an enemy, so he must kill him!
"burn!"
In the face of thousands of cultivators, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a black-red flame.
There are dense runes flowing in the firelight, and there is a kind of beauty that is almost magical. At first there was only a fire, but once it was vacated, it immediately evolved into a sea of fire, almost submerging the entire world!
When the fire was burning, there was even a gust of wind and thunder, and for a while, there was an endless thunderous sound between heaven and earth!
"This is... the fire of the evil beast! You are not of the evil beast family, why do you have this fire!" Between heaven and earth, came the slightly cold voices of the four generations of barbarian gods.
The fire of the evil beast is unparalleled in the world. Throughout the ages, there have been countless fire cultivators coveting the flames of the evil beast family, trying to win some devotion, but all failed.
Although the fire of the beast is unparalleled in the world, it also has another characteristic, that is, it cannot be used in combination with other flames.
Those fire cultivators who want to devour the fire of the beast to increase their own flames are simply unable to do so.
But the name Tai Cang Jie Ling has managed to do this. What's going on... The four generations of barbarian gods are a little puzzled.
Naturally, she didn't know that Ning Fan was a descendant of the Great Emperor Chaos, and he cultivated "Yin-Yang Change" and "Ran Huan Jue".
Among them, the transformation of yin and yang is the foundation of the Chaos Ring Art. This exercise has the mysterious power of integrating the different forces of yin and yang into one.
Even the bloodlines of alien races such as gods, demons, demons, and robbers can be merged under the power of yin and yang changes.
Ning Fan's Demonic Fire is already at the level of Eleven Mysterious True Fire, and has the domineering attack power of Evil Beast Fire.
This fire burned the world, and suddenly countless first-step monks were burned to fly ashes by the magic fire.
Even those immortals with profound cultivation bases can only endure hard under the attack of this demonic fire, and have no ability to counterattack.
Thousands of barbarian cultivators were burnt to death under the fire of demons. Seeing this scene, the four generations of barbarian gods knew that with the barbarian corpses on the first floor of the ancient barbarian tomb, they would not be able to fight against Ning Fan. Just a corpse...
"Forget it, you pass the first floor, come to the second floor, don't destroy their bodies again."
The four generations of barbarian gods sighed faintly and compromised.
On the first floor, Ning Fan couldn't be hurt, so he could only look at the second floor.
As the words of the four generations of barbarian gods fell, the barbarian cultivators who had been fighting with high spirits fell to the ground one after another and turned back into corpses.
In the sky, divine light burst, and a ladder leading to the second floor appeared.
There are also wooden boxes with ancient seals, constantly appearing in the sky...