"Dark Lord is crazy to death?"

Almost at the moment when Dark Lord Kuang fell, the powerful Dark men who were chasing Ning Fan nearby all sensed this and were slightly surprised.

But it was just a surprise. After all, Dark Lord Kuang was only ranked ninety-seven among the hundred sons of the Dark clan. His cultivation level was only that of Suinian, not even the Eternal Immortal Lord. It was extremely unusual for him to be killed by Ning Fan.

"Hey, it's really troublesome. Why does the ancestor have to target this chaotic ancient descendant like this? I, An Tiantu, hate the most in my life is trouble..."

In the dark sky, a young immortal with two wings on his back muttered impatiently to himself, he is the seventeenth among the hundred sons of the Dark Tribe, and came from the east.

He was talking about trouble, but he still followed the compass's guidance and chased Ning Fan desperately. There was also a trace of greed hidden in his lazy eyes.

An Donglai doesn't like trouble!

But if he could get a huge reward by killing Ning Fan, that would be an exception. He had made a lot of preparations for this!

According to the compass display, the distance between him and Ning Fan was getting closer and closer. The opponent should be flying towards him, killing all the dark race geniuses he encountered along the way.

"Ninety-fourth son, Anhai is also dead..."

"The eighty-second son, Yin Lei fell..."

"The sixty-ninth son, Yin Xiao died..."

"The forty-third son, An Feng dies..."

The closer he got to Ning Fan, the darker An Donglai's eyes became. In less than a hundred breaths, there were already more than a dozen prodigies of the dark race, and hundreds of dark race people had died at the hands of Ning Fan? How is this possible!

You know, all the dark tribe monks who participated in this hunt were fully prepared before coming to hunt Ning Fan...

Close, close...

The distance between An Donglai and Ning Fan was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and a little excited...

ah!

Suddenly there was a large fire burning in front of him. An Donglai suddenly stopped the light and widened his eyes.

Right in front of his eyes, another dark tribe's genius was burnt to ashes by Ning Fan!

"Even the 19th son An Tianshi is not the enemy of this person? Haha, it seems that I am also in danger..."

Although he was talking about danger, An Donglai couldn't hide his excitement and walked towards Ning Fan step by step.

Ning Fan walked out of the flames that covered the sky, his eyes cold and merciless, looking at Dark Donglai like a dead man.

The cultivation of this person's immortal immortal master cannot make Ning Fan pay any attention to him.

But for some reason, this person actually gave Ning Fan a sense of crisis, which made Ning Fan not underestimate An Donglai, nor choose to kill him as soon as they met, but observed...

"Huh? When this descendant of the chaotic ancient times saw me, he didn't kill him immediately?"

An Donglai was surprised, thinking that Ning Fan must have noticed the weirdness of his physique, and then suppressed this thought.

His co-death body is so secret that no one except a very few people in the clan knows about it!

As the name suggests, the body of the co-death means that the person who kills him will be connected to his life, be cursed, and die together!

Unless he is an Immortal King or Immortal Emperor whose cultivation level is several levels higher than his, no one can ignore this curse of mutual death!

No matter how powerful Ning Fan is, he is just an eternal immortal. An Donglai is convinced that Ning Fan cannot compete with his special physique!

Within the dantian, Yuanshen, who came from the dark east, was holding three purple-gold pills in his hands and was extremely excited.

These three pills are the death-saving pills that the clan spent a lot of money to find for him, and they can revive him three times!

To kill Ning Fan today, maybe...it only takes one pill and one death is enough...

"Are you a descendant of Luan Gu? You dare to come to our Dark Clan alone with this level of cultivation. You are really rubbish!"

An Donglai's tone was extremely arrogant, trying to provoke Ning Fan into taking action.

Ning Fan glanced deeply at An Donglai, his eyes flashing with green light, as if An Donglai's entire body was seen through in an instant.

An Donglai's heart trembled. Now that Ning Fan was watching him, he actually felt like he was being watched by his ancestor. It was really unbelievable.

"Curse... I see, your body carries a curse. Is it innate? Since you were born with such a special physique, you should have a rather transcendent status in the Dark Tribe."

Ning Fan said indifferently.

It was a simple sentence, but it made An Donglai's complexion change drastically. If the Immortal Emperor of the clan didn't know about it in advance, even the Immortal Emperor would not be able to see through his physique. Ning Fan actually saw through everything at a glance!

This is the vision of the descendants of Luan Gu?!

"Curse comes with cause and effect. If there is no cause and effect, there is no way to curse. You thought you could die with me, but in fact, it is just in vain..."

Ning Fan seemed to have seen through everything An Donglai had done, and had no more worries in his heart. The wind and fire cattail fan suddenly stirred up, and countless flames swept towards An Donglai, making An Donglai so scared that he almost suffocated!

This fan is a blow from the innate magic weapon!

But it is not only the power of the innate magic weapon, but also because of the fusion of the power of the innate thunder and the innate flame, the power of this magic weapon has more than doubled out of thin air. There are very few innate low-grade magic weapons that can achieve such power.

The dignified Eternal Immortal from An Donglai didn't even hold his breath for a moment in the fire, and was directly burned to ashes!

At the same time, thousands of continents away, above a hill that had long been marked by Dark Donglai, a sudden light burst out, and a two-winged immortal walked out of it intact.

It's not really intact.

After being reborn once, An Donglai's cultivation level has dropped greatly, from the second calamity of eternity to the first calamity. Obviously, this kind of rebirth is not really without cost.

"It's terrible, it's terrible! Is this the power of the descendants of Luan Gu? Did our clan deal with such a monster in the past? I am also an Immortal Lord, and he is also an Immortal Lord. I can even fight with some weak Immortal Kings without defeat.

But in his hands, he couldn't even survive even half a breath! How could the gap between people be... so big!"

"But he still took action and chose to kill me, hahaha! No matter how strong this person was, he was still killed by me in the end! He had clearly seen through everything about me and still dared to take action. This person is really stupid.

…”

Before the last stupid word was spoken, An Donglai felt the hairs on his hair suddenly stand on end. At this moment, words as cold as Jiuyou came from behind, bone-chilling.

"It's interesting that you can actually come back from the dead. I just don't know how many times you can be reborn."

It's Ning Fan!

This person was actually separated from cause and effect and was not harmed in the slightest by his curse of co-death!

"Impossible! How can you still be alive? You clearly killed me. You clearly..."

An Donglai's face began to twist and become frightened. He was not as cool as usual!

Ning Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with An Donglai, so he burned An Donglai into ashes with another cattail leaf fan. This person's special physique made Ning Fan pay some attention to him, but that was all. In this world, there are people with special abilities.

There are too many enemies. Ning Fan has seen a lot and killed a lot, so he has become accustomed to them.

Tens of thousands of continents away, An Donglai was reborn for the second time, sweating like rain.

Ning Fan was actually not killed by the curse of death!

Ning Fan actually crossed the distance of thousands of continents in an instant, caught up with him, and killed him for the second time!

Fortunately, his second resurrection point was set farther away. Ning Fan shouldn't be able to catch up. He must escape immediately, immediately...

An Donglai turned around to leave, but just as he turned around, he saw a cold and heartless face looking at him.

It's Ning Fan!

This person could actually cross a distance of tens of thousands of continents in one step. How could such a terrifying speed be possible in the world!

"burst!"

An Donglai was decisive in his killing and directly self-destructed his physical soul. However, this self-destruction naturally did not harm Ning Fan at all.

He did not wait for Ning Fan to kill him, because he knew that the curse of mutual death was ineffective against Ning Fan!

One hundred thousand continents away, An Donglai was resurrected for the last time, and his cultivation level had dropped to the point of ruin.

His face was pale, his heart was beating wildly, and all the death-avoiding pills had been used up. These were all genuine Nine-turn Emperor Pills, and there was no fourth one on him!

"This time, he should be able to run away...His spiritual thoughts should not be able to lock in at such a distance. Even if the speed is enough, his spiritual thoughts should be able to..."

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock…

It was a drop of drizzle, falling from the sky inadvertently, and a man in white walked out of the rain curtain indifferently.

Still no nonsense with An Donglai, still burned An Donglai to ashes with a fan.

This time, An Donglai could not be reborn, and Ning Fan finally completed the kill, his eyes slightly solemn.

"Sure enough, everyone in the Dark Tribe is fully prepared for this battle this time. Even an Eternal Immortal Lord can be reborn three times. The more powerful ones will probably be even more difficult to deal with..."

It was not easy to speak, but Ning Fan's expression remained calm. It was obvious that even so, he did not put his peers in the Dark Tribe into his eyes.

This killing has just begun. Wouldn't it be more interesting if the other party has the power to resist?

With a flash of his body, Ning Fan disappeared into the rain. Fires continued to explode in the distant sky, and the dark race's genius died at his hands.

There is a prodigy from the dark tribe who can connect with the general trend of the world and unleash the power of the Immortal Emperor in an instant, but Ning Fan crushes the general trend with one foot and tramples everyone into a pulp.

There is a prodigy of the Dark Tribe who has millions of formations in his body, and every word and action is a formation. However, in front of Ning Fan, all the power of the formations solidified, and he could not close his shocked eyes until he died...

There was a dark tribe prodigy who had a giant star in his body, and his astrological skills were nearly unrivaled at his level. However, Ning Fan slapped him with his hand and burned out all the giant stars. He died with his eyes open.

There was a genius from the Dark Tribe who attracted all the earthly fire in the Dark Continent and wanted to burn Ning Fan to death, but Ning Fan casually sucked up all the earthly fire and helped Ning Fan recover a lot of mana...

Hundreds of dark tribesmen died one by one. No matter how well prepared they were, they were still no match for Ning Fan.
To be continued...