Ning Fan knows where his bottom line is.

He defeated Yun Xiaoxiang by relying on the power of Lei Zhenzi.

He defeated the Vine Emperor, the Rain Emperor, the Nirvana Emperor, the Cloud Lion, and the sect masters of the Three Realms, also relying on the power of external objects.

His true strength can sweep through Sui Er, but he will definitely stop at the Sui San realm.

Facing the broken three cultivators, Ning Fan has the strength to fight, but the outcome is hard to say.

"If I can win, I will fight all the way with my strength. If I can't win, I will win all the caves here even with the help of foreign objects!"

Ning Fan only cares about the results, not the process.

He stepped on a billion sword rain and flew towards the 22nd floor.

The 22nd layer of the cave is a vast ocean, and the cave is built on the bottom of the sea.

The person who is in charge of the cave on the 22nd floor is an old man who has cultivated Xuanwu demon blood, and is known as Donglin Old Monster.

This is a fat old man with a rather funny appearance. He was slightly injured in the process of fighting for the first 20 floors of the cave.

This is a demon cultivator from the third level of Shattering Void, and the combat power of his Xuanwu demon blood is extraordinary.

He was sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds when he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an indifferent look.

"Is it another house robber..."

The old monster Donglin stood up slowly, his expression slightly solemn.

He walked out of the cave, separated from the sea, stood on the sea, looked up at the sky, and his expression became even more solemn.

Above the sky, a young man in black stepped forward with a billion sword lights, charging straight towards him like an unstoppable sword.

With Donglin's sharp eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this young man should not be underestimated.

The sword on the young man's body was too strong.

That sword power is the undefeated power accumulated after defeating all the cultivators along the way.

"This person is obviously only at the first level of Sui Xu, but with the help of his two magical powers of incarnation and soul extraction, his breath is infinitely close to the third level of Sui Xu. This person has a billion sword lights under his feet. If all these sword lights are captured,

Even I will probably be tired of dealing with it... This boy's strength is comparable to that of the Broken Three Cultivators! If I were not injured, and I fought with him, the outcome would be 50-50. Now, my chance of winning is less than 30%.

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"Even if the odds of winning are slim, I will not give up the cave easily!"

A strong person has the pride of a strong person.

The old eccentric Donglin is not amazing in appearance, but he is extremely unyielding as a person.

"I, Donglin, who are you!" The old monster Donglin asked in a deep voice.

"White Feather Clan, Bai Mu!"

Ning Fan suddenly stopped his sword light in the sky and glanced at the old monster Donglin on the sea below.

This gaze was as sharp as a sword. If any monk was struck by this gaze, he would definitely feel severe pain.

But what kind of person Donglin Old Monster is, he will not be afraid of Ning Fan's gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, are you? Let's see if I am better, or if Daoist Bai is better, Ji!"

The old monster from Donglin didn't say anything, just threw up his sleeve, and shot out a bright aqua light from his sleeve.

It was a three-foot-long aqua-blue ruler. It was called the Wave-turning Ruler. It was the natal magic weapon of the old monster Donglin, and it was also an ancient magic weapon.

As soon as this ruler came out, it immediately caused huge waves in the entire sea area.

As soon as the wave-turning ruler flew into the air, a million-foot shadow immediately appeared and headed towards Ning Fan.

This foot of shadow is very powerful, even if it is an ordinary broken three monks. If you are not careful, your head will be knocked off by the wave ruler, and your skin and flesh will be torn apart.

Even Ning Fan, who is at the peak of his barbaric demon form and has a body comparable to the first level of Nirvana, would not dare to reach this level.

Without saying a word, Ning Fan pointed his long sword, and a billion sword rain immediately struck at the million-foot shadow.

Although there were many sword rains and few foot shadows, this exchange of blows was a draw.

A billion sword rain rolled back, and a million-foot shadow was also shaken back.

The old monster from Donglin didn't say much, as if he had expected this situation to happen.

His finger gestures changed. The millions of feet of shadows merged into one, forming a gigantic ice basalt shadow.

Xuanwu opened his mouth and sucked it in, and all the billowing sword light was swallowed into his mouth.

"The Ten Thousand Sword Style is not so easy to break. Explode!"

Ning Fan made a secret with one hand, and when his fingers changed, the golden sword light swallowed into Xuanwu's mouth exploded one after another.

As soon as the sword light exploded, Xuanwu immediately showed a look of pain and screamed. The shadow gradually faded, and finally turned into a wave ruler, falling from the sky with a little loss of power.

The old monster from Donglin's eyes darkened, he put away his wave-turning ruler, and then took out seven or forty-nine flags with shining cold light, and raised them all toward the sky.

At the moment when many flags were raised, the old monster from Donglin suddenly said goodbye and said in a respectful tone, "Invite the ancestors!"

The moment he finished speaking, 49 flags shot out rays of ice, converging in one place and forming the shadow of a black-armored giant.

The giant had no mouth or nose, and had only one single eye on its face.

His body is fat and his aura is comparable to that of Sui San, but the pressure of his bloodline is extremely terrifying.

He is the ancestor of Donglin Old Monster. He has passed away long ago, but he sealed his magical powers into 49 flags and gave them to his descendants.

With Donglin's old monster's cultivation level, he cannot summon ancestral spirits that are higher than his own cultivation level to attack the enemy.

But the pressure of the ancestral spirit bloodline is the blood of a majestic king, and he is a royal Xuanwu. The power of the blood of the king alone can frighten away ordinary demon cultivators.

The giant phantom didn't make a move, but stood with its hands behind its back, looking down at Ning Fan with its single eye.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his single eye, and an overwhelming pressure of king's blood was suppressed in the entire cave.

The old monster from Donglin looked in awe. Cultivating the king's blood was his lifelong pursuit, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to cultivate it.

"This Bai Mu is not weak, but it may not be able to withstand the suppression of the power of King Blood. He will probably suffer some injuries..."

The old monster Donglin was thinking like this, but the next moment, he saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

But Ning Fan, who was suppressed by the power of the king's blood, suddenly raised his head, his left eye flashed an evil purple-black light, and his eyes met the black-armored giant.

The moment the two people's eyes met, the black-armored giant suddenly revealed a look of extreme awe in his single eye!

With just one look, the giant's royal Xuanwu pressure collapsed one after another, out of control!

The giant phantom then shattered into pieces, and the 49 flags also lost their power one by one and fell from the sky.

In a coercive battle, the giant was completely defeated!

"How is this possible! This white wood actually broke the pressure of the royal Xuanwu!"

There was no way that Old Monster Donglin knew that Ning Fan had the ancestral Fuli bloodline, so how could he be afraid of royal Xuanwu?

If revealing his ancestral bloodline would have caused huge trouble, Ning Fan could rely on the power of his ancestral blood to steadily suppress the old monster from Donglin and win.

"It seems that I can only have a chance to win by using the innate magical power of the Xuanwu clan...the Ice Realm!"

The old monster Donglin suddenly pulled out a mysterious finger trick, and his face suddenly turned pale.

His Xuanwu bloodline is not pure, and it is extremely difficult to use his innate magical powers.

But Old Monster Donglin firmly believes that if he can have a 30% chance of defeating Ning Fan, it must be because of this magical power!

Sizzle!

The entire cave suddenly became freezing cold.

The tens of thousands of miles of ocean at the feet of the old monster to the east were completely frozen in an instant, and even the waves were frozen in an instant.

Countless barriers seemed to be formed in all directions. In this vast barrier, the aura of the old monster from the east gradually increased, increasing by nearly 20%.

Ning Fan's aura was greatly suppressed, falling from the peak of the broken second realm to the ordinary broken second.

"freeze!"

The old monster Donglin made the last finger gesture and suddenly shouted loudly.

At this moment, the entire space on the 22nd floor became his domain.

At this moment, all the cold air here must obey his orders!

Countless cold air gathered towards Ning Fan, and Ning Fan's body began to stiffen. His blood was about to freeze.

At this moment, his body suddenly burned with black demonic fire, burning out all the ice one by one.

He put away the Emperor Xia Sword, and a huge black fire formation appeared at his feet!

The moment the black fire array appeared, the cold air in the entire cave sky was almost wiped away, layers of ice barriers began to melt, and the frozen ocean also began to melt!

"Ranxu!"

Ning Fan raised his finger and pointed it towards the old monster in the distance.

This finger was filled with fire. The moment it was touched, millions of black fire butterflies soared into the sky from the fire map. On top of Ning Fan's head, they condensed into a huge fire butterfly with wings covering the sky!
To be continued...