Immemorial Pill Venerable

Chapter 1208, looking up at Qin Hao

"The array gates are unpredictable, and they are re-arranged every one hour without any regularity. Say. With my spirit strength, I can’t penetrate 30 Tiangang stars, what should I do!"

Among the crowd, Ning Chaofan sat on the floor, his all around surrounded by Martial Artists and martial artists. An anxious gaze stared at him, like all the stars cup themselves around the moon.

Ning Chaofan held a branch in his hand, and painted something on the ground where he was absent, browsing tightly frowns, with a sad face.

"Ning Young Master, you have been sitting on the ground and making gestures for five days and five nights. Haven't you made any progress?" One of the Martial Artists lowered his head and spoke, obviously impatiently waiting. In order to take Ning Chaofan over as quickly as possible, he and the other fifteen people went back here from the forest position, staring at the night and displaying their vitality regardless of the consequences.

Today, the 16 Martial Artists recovered, but Ning Chaofan, who was highly expected, couldn't open the door of Formation for five days and five nights. Martial Artist was greatly disappointed.

"Don't worry, you can get out!" The black clothed subordinate glanced at the Martial Artist who was talking.

"Oh, right? I want to see, what capital do you have to let me go!" This Martial Artist sneered, suddenly released a purple light from behind, a sharp sword appeared, hanging high in the sky, Shocked everyone backed away.

"Martial Artist!" The black clothed subordinate's face was distorted, facing the big sword, the imposing manner instantly slipped.

Although he is the ninth rank Peak Yuanzun, he is the rare Martial Artist among Martial Artists. The Sword Soul is so huge, you know how terrifying an attack is when you think about it with your ass. Even if the cultivation base is two weaker than them, it is only the seventh rank, but once they fight, the black clothed subordinates will be crushed.

"A trifling minion, dare to be so arrogant, if it weren't for Ning Chaofan's face, one sword would take your life!" Sword Soul Martial Artist heavily snorted, put away the soul, scared black clothed Subordinates couldn't help but step back three steps.

"My friend, if you still want the treasure in Formation, you'd better be polite to my subordinates!" Ning Chaofan stood up with cold eyes.

"hehe!" With the support of the master, the black clothed subordinates regained their arrogance, staring contemptuously at the Sword Soul Martial Artist, as if saying, "Here is only my Young Master who understands Formation. You are an arrogant shit. "

"If I have to be polite? And now I want to cut down your minion with a sword, Ning Chaofan, what can you stand against me?" Sword Soul Martial Artist could not help being furious, the disappearing soul Released again, sword qi is even more violent.

"Why might you give it a try?" Ning Chaofan spread his feet apart, and purple smoke appeared behind him. A huge ten-meter-long scissors appeared in the air, and the sharp edge of the law confronted the big sword.

"I really see myself as an expert. In this piece of Secret Realm, Ning Family expert can't support you. What kind of thing is Ning Chaofan? Treasure I don't want it, I want your life! "The Sword Soul Martial Artist couldn't bear it, pinching the sword art in his hand, the hanging sword behind it with a howling sound, Chao Ning's extraordinary chest penetrated.

"Afraid you won't make it? Cut it for me!" Ning Chaofan was also angry, and the most annoying for others to do with the family, it seemed that without Ning Family, Ning Chaofan was just a shit. With anger, with a wave of his arm, the big scissors behind his back were separated, and with the sound of "crack crack" all the way, he cut towards the big sword.

hong long!

Just when the two souls touched, a stalwart silhouette came out of thin air, carrying a huge black coffin on his shoulders, and the aura was extremely strong.

I saw the man carrying the coffin with a punch, and the powerful fist raged, smashing the big scissors and the big sword at the same time.

"really strong!"

"One punch shook back the two Martial Artists!"

Everyone was shocked.

"The man who carried the coffin, what do you mean?" The soul of the Sword Soul Martial Artist was wounded, the corners of his mouth ooze blood, and he shouted angrily.

The coffin bearer's eyes drenched, and he stretched out with one hand, not allowing the opponent to resist, pinched the neck of the Sword Soul Martial Artist and held it high, the scar on the corner of his eye twisted, and his voice said coldly: "This is I mean, no one is allowed to move Ning Chaofan before the Formation is broken. Otherwise, it will not give me face, understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I apologize to you! "Sword Soul Martial Artist kicked wildly with his feet, and was about to suffocate. The opponent didn't even use the soul, and pinched him there's no resistance, making him deeply aware of the huge gap between him and the coffin bearer.

Peng!

The coffin bearer threw away the Sword Soul Martial Artist like trash, and Chong Ning said superbly: "And you, a door has been studied for five days and five nights, but there is no progress. I really don’t know the golden light city number. How did the name of one genius put it on you."

The coffin bearer looked contemptuously, as if looking at trash.

"Do you dare to insult me?" Ning Chaofan grabbed it tightly with the palm of his hand. The dignity of the Ning Martial Sovereign family cannot be trampled.

"Enough!"

loudly shouted stopped Ning Chaofan's urge to do something. At this time, the old man with sword who was sitting quietly in the corner slowly got up and came over:" I hope that before the gate of Formation is opened, no one here will act rashly. Otherwise, he will be an enemy of me!"

This sentence was clearly spoken by the coffin-bearer, and it was disabling. The sword old man's sharp eyes fell on the coffin bearer.

"hmph, please old fogey, let Ning Chaofan hurry up, grandfather, my time is limited!" The coffin bearer snorted heavily and walked away carrying the huge black coffin.

His mission is to kill Qin Hao, but he was sucked into Secret Realm inexplicably.

He has been looking for Secret Realm for seven or eight days, and he didn't see Qin Hao's ghost shadow at all. If he doesn't take out the treasure in Formation, he is really afraid that Qin Hao will leave here. In that case, there is no way to explain to Beiao Li Family. Li Yaqi's identity is far from comparable to that of a junk like Ning Chaofan.

Li Yaqi, but the biological son of the Great Emperor of Bei'ao!

The coffin bearer thinks that he is stronger, and at the feet of the Great Emperor of Bei Ao, he is just an ant.

"Ning Young Master, I will give you the last day. After a day, if you still can’t open the Formation door, don’t blame the old man for turning his face ruthlessly, I hope you will remember this sentence!" Can The old swordman closed his eyes and walked away, sitting back where he was.

Ning Chaofan's cold sweat shed a face at this time, and he kept rushing to the old man nodded, who didn't have the courage to say a word.

Next, the onlookers Martial Artist one after another dispersed, leaving Ning Chaofan again thinking about how to break the Formation.

No side, one day later, it will be his death!

"Young Master, after the subordinates cut off for you, let's run away!" The black clothed subordinate said nervously. In this Secret Realm, the two unquestionable Hegemons, the old man with broken sword and the coffin bearer, simply cannot afford to offend.

"Escape? Do you think we have escaped from the palms of the two great emperors?" Ning Chaofan couldn't help but smile. He is the fish of the chopping board.

With the heavy blow just now, it completely shows that the coffin bearer’s cultivation base has truly entered the Sovereign level. Around this time, the coffin bearer got a fortuitous encounter at Secret Realm.

As for the old Sovereign Sword, when the opponent comprehend out the "Peerless Double Dragon Sword" of Fire Attribute, although Li Wanji only said the word "Sovereign", Ning Chaofan knew it well. The sword elder has long been an emperor's power, and the rank is not low, and the strength is even higher than that of the coffin bearer.

In front of the two super experts, they are not even qualified to die, let alone escape!

"Ai, didn't expect me to be extraordinary, and I will be forced to live and die one day, and I don’t know if I die." Ning Chaofan looked up to the sky, sad for herself .

But suddenly, Qin Hao's stern face appeared in his heart. That face makes men jealous, women admire, and grandma dotes on them. And, no matter how hard it was hit, that face was always calm and free.

What's even more hateful is that Qin Hao's speed in the comprehend of Panlong Wonder is much faster than Ning Chaofan of Formation and Dual Cultivation.

If Qin Hao was here, how could it be Ning Chaofan's turn to be threatened, the old man with broken swords and the vicious coffin bearer, would definitely entrust Qin Hao with the difficult task of breaking the door.

Seriously, at this time Ning Chaofan was eager for Qin Hao to come over and die for him...

"Yeah, Young Master Ning is in a good mood. He looks up at the sun and bows his head. Hometown?" Suddenly, when Ning Chaofan sighed, the cold face that belonged to Qin Hao peeked over, blocking the sun above Ning Chaofan's head, and showing him a warm smile.