This scene made the Seventh Ancestor feel a little dazzling and he frowned.

The barbarians in the ancient wilderness have been servants of the monks of the Fan family since ancient times. These barbarians obviously only need to believe in the seven barbarian ancestors of the Fan family. How can they believe in others. Haha, they actually changed their beliefs and believed in a man named

Zhao Jian’s alien immortal cultivator is really interesting.

Immortal Zhao Jian? Haha, never heard of it.

No one can save you, and neither can the person named Zhao Jian. You are just a sacrifice for me to go to the ninth floor.

"The ancient heaven above, please send the brute force of all heavens to my body!"

The seventh ancestor showed a ruthless look on his face and bowed heavily to the blood formation.

After bowing, the millions of barbarians in the blood formation screamed again and again as if they were hit hard, and their souls began to dissipate at an extremely fast speed.

"Goodbye!"

"Three obeisances!"

After three bows, the Seventh Patriarch suddenly stood up and looked coldly at the millions of barbarians in the blood formation, as if they were looking at a group of livestock.

Under his formidable eyes, barbarians were constantly losing their souls, and more and more barbarians died. Three hundred thousand died in a matter of seconds. And the seventh ancestor gradually gained an indescribable power.

That power is the power of the Barbarian God passed down orally by the ancient barbarians. Although the power of the Barbarian God that descended on the Seventh Ancestor was only a tiny bit, it was enough for him to perform a low-level forbidden technique from the ancient barbarians.

"Only 300,000 barbarians were sacrificed, and a trace of the power of the barbarian gods was enough. The remaining 700,000 barbarian souls should be kept for the time being in case of emergency."

The Seventh Patriarch nodded with his fingers. He stopped the sacrifice of the blood array and collected the 700,000 wild souls that were lucky enough to survive into the soul flags. Then he made a seal with his fingers and chanted an ancient mantra. His body suddenly faded into a shadow.

Step by step, he walked towards the stone door. This time, the Seventh Patriarch's body seemed to have turned into nothingness. He raised his right foot and extended it towards the stone door. His almost transparent right foot penetrated directly through the stone door and sank into it.

At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the Shimen, as if his will had replaced Shimen's will, as if the Shimen had become him, and he had become the Shimen.

"Is it an ancient barbarian forbidden technique? Okay, you are qualified to enter the ninth floor!" Shimen's tone became a little solemn.

It didn't know which ancient barbarian forbidden technique the Seventh Patriarch used, but it knew that it could no longer stop the Seventh Patriarch.

Next, the Seventh Ancestor will gradually integrate into the stone gate, and finally walk out from the other side of the stone gate, directly cross the stone gate, and enter the ninth floor.

The Seventh Patriarch ignored the Shimen and remained as usual. He sank into the Shimen little by little and merged with the Shimen. The power of the Barbarian God he borrowed was not much, and the speed of integrating into the Shimen was not too fast. It took him a long time to complete half of it.

The whole body blends into the stone gate.

Suddenly, the Seventh Patriarch was slightly surprised and looked towards the lower level.

At this moment, on the lifeless eighth floor, a strong wind suddenly arose, and a drizzle of rain fell from the sky.

The eighth layer of weirdness is extremely cold and the temperature is extremely low. Any water droplets that fall here will condense into ice in an instant. Why does it rain here?

This rain didn't look like it was transformed by supernatural powers. There were no traces of chiseling or carving. Where did this rain come from? The Seventh Patriarch frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart for no apparent reason.

"Weird, why did it rain suddenly? This rain won't wake up the ancient corpses here, right?"

Ao Xuan, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all looked worried. Fortunately, the rain did not wake up the ancient corpse, and the four of them could not help but feel relieved.

But I don’t know why, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

At first it was just a gentle drizzle, but later it became almost a torrential downpour.

At the entrance to the eighth floor, space cracks suddenly appeared. The cracks became more and more numerous and finally broke open, revealing the turbulent flow of space below.

In the turbulent flow of space, a thousand-foot-long sword light suddenly burst out from it!

On the tip of the sword, two figures stood. One of them was a young man in white. His silver hair was dancing in the wind and rain. His ghostly face cut off all expressions, only revealing his evil eyes.

The heavy rain between heaven and earth was transformed by the young man's peeping rain technique, and he saw the scene of the Seventh Ancestor's blood sacrifice to the wild soul.

He came too late, millions of wild souls were sacrificed and 300,000 were sacrificed

The dead barbarians were still praying for his arrival before they died, but he came too late.

It can't be said that he is sad, Ning Fan has long looked down on life and death, his heart is as stone, and the death of the barbarian cannot make him sad.

There is just an anger that lingers in my heart, and the prayers of those barbarians before they die are still vivid in my mind and cannot be erased or wiped away.

The heavy rain covering the entire eighth floor suddenly took on a chilling air.

Ning Fan raised his foot and stepped on it. The thousand-foot sword light that had just rushed into the eighth level of the sky directly locked onto the Seventh Ancestor and rushed out suddenly, wielding the sword at a high speed.

The vast and boundless power of the forbidden air on the eighth level tried to suppress Ning Fan from the air, but was completely wiped out by the thousand-foot sword light.

He wants to take back all the remaining 700,000 wild souls!

"It's actually flying with a sword!"

When the thousand-foot-long sword light rushed into the eighth floor, Ao Xuan and others all took a breath of cold air, and even the Seventh Ancestor showed a shocked look for the first time.

The power of the forbidden air in the eighth level is so powerful that even the weaker Immortal Emperor may not be able to fly in the eighth level.

The person who comes here at least has the strength of a mid-tier Immortal Emperor!

Come on, who is it?

The moment they saw Ning Fan's ghostly face and silver hair, the expressions of Ao Xuan, the first ancestor, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all changed drastically.

"It turned out to be him!" The four of them lost their voices at the same time.

The person with the power of the 'Immortal Emperor' turned out to be the ghost-faced monk (to be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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