You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The wind was blowing, and the sky was full of fog.

Ning Fan stood in the air, letting the raging sea above him pour down on him, but he remained motionless.

The strong destructive force kept hitting Ning Fan, but it couldn’t even break Ning Fan’s defense. It just lifted the corner of Ning Fan’s clothes with the wind.

This scene made the Nine-fold Saint in Qingcheng Mountain feel like falling into the abyss!

He widened his eyes, his pupils were shaking violently, his face was as pale as paper, and he was frightened by this scene, trembling all over, shaking like a sieve!

“Impossible, this is impossible. I am a great saint of the ninth level. How can I not be able to break his body!!!”

This great saint of the ninth level was terrified. He did not understand why his magical power, which looked so terrifying, could not even break Ning Fan’s body.

Is this man still human?

“Even if your ancestor came, he would die today. Who do you think you are?”

Ning Fan’s pupils suddenly stood up and he roared in a low voice.

Boom!

He stepped forward and his figure instantly appeared in front of the great saint. Then he raised his arm and was pulled by Ning Fan like a full bow.

Infinite power quickly accumulated in his arms. The divine elephant prison power in his body made all the blood in his body burst out with the power to break the sky!

The next second, Ning Fan’s arm blasted out and punched the head of this great saint of the ninth level. With a click, the whole person of this great saint flew out.

One punch, smashing through the air!

The Ninth-Layer Saint screamed hysterically. Half of his head was blown up, but he was still alive. The vitality of the Ninth-Layer Saint was extremely strong.

“Ning Fan, how dare you, how dare you!”

“Behind me stands Qingcheng Mountain!”

“If you dare to kill me, you must die, you must die, do you know that?”

The Ninth-Layer Saint climbed up from mid-air and roared continuously. He only had one eyeball left, full of fear and madness, threatening Ning Fan.

Ning Fan grinned and gently wiped the flesh on his fist: “Whether it is Qingcheng Mountain or Longhu Mountain, even if Wudi City stands behind you, you must die today!”

After saying that, Ning Fan stepped forward.

Every step he took was like stepping on the heart of this great saint, making him breathless and giving him a suffocating fear.

The gap between the Ninth-Layer Saints is so big, so big that it makes people despair!

For example, if the Thirteenth Ancestor went to the Emperor Wu City, he might not be able to take even one move from the second best in the world.

And the same is true for this great saint who is also at the bottom of the Nine-Layer Saint.

Ning Fan’s strength is not only in spiritual power, but also in physical body and divine consciousness!

He has fully maximized every detail.

The whole person is like a chaotic god and demon, walking out of chaos. For people of this era, his background is overwhelming!

“Ning Fan, Ning Fan, spare my life!”

“Please, spare me!”

“Massacre… It was all Han Qinhu’s decision, and it has nothing to do with me.”

“If you spare me, I will rush back immediately and report to the ancestor, and I will definitely ask Qingcheng Mountain to evacuate immediately!”

“By then, there will be no top giants beside Han Qinhu, you can kill them at will.”

At this moment, this great saint was completely panicked.

When absolute strength is in front of him, what a bullshit face, what so-called dignity, can only be ruthlessly trampled under his feet, at this moment he just wants to live!

Ning Fan continued to move forward, but there was a playful sneer on the corner of his mouth.

“You can try to escape!”

“You can try to risk your life!”

“But you can’t insult me!”

Ning Fan spoke slowly.

This Ninth Level Saint was stunned. He widened his eyes and shook his head like a rattle. It was such a bad time. How could he insult Ning Fan?

He… How dare he!

“Your threat is the biggest insult to me!”

Boom!

The next second, Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly burst with endless brilliance. He stomped his feet, and his figure rushed to the front of this great saint like a cluster of gusts of wind and flames.

“Kneel down!”

Bang… Ning Fan kicked out and directly broke the two leg bones of this great saint!

This great saint screamed miserably and knelt down in the air.

At this moment, he looked so scary!

Half of his head was shattered, his two legs had turned into broken bones, blood and flesh, and he was kneeling in the air, looking at Ning Fan with despair.

He wanted to beg for mercy, he really wanted to live!

But

Ning Fan didn’t intend to let him live!

Bang, bang, bang!!!

When Ning Fan’s fist fell on him like a gust of wind, every bone and every inch of flesh in his body exploded in an instant.

Ning Fan didn’t know how many punches he had killed, let alone when the guy in front of him died.

In short, when his eyes completely turned bloody, when his robes were stained with blood, when the nine-fold saint in front of him was completely defeated!

He slowly stopped.

The three great saints were all killed by him in an instant!

And below, the army defending the city had no power to fight back in the face of the ruthless massacre of 8,000 Muyuan City troops, 50,000 Beifu troops, and the 18 riders of Yanyun.

These armies under Han Qinhu’s command were actually very strong. At least they followed Han Qinhu and fought on the battlefield many times.

But their opponents were the Northern Army, which was armed with weapons and horses and was as fierce as a tiger!

They were the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun who transformed into Shura and massacred the city and exterminated the clan!

They were the eight thousand warriors who wanted to chase the glory of the three thousand Fengyun Camp and fought desperately!

A massacre was inevitable.

When the sunset completely disappeared on the ground and the stars quietly hung in the night sky, this war finally came to an end.

Massacre the city!

No one was left alive!

Of course, the final destination of these people was still the Dragon Blood Pool.

After taking down this city, Ning Fan temporarily let the army rest. Although a big battle was not a big deal, it consumed a lot of energy.

Next, they were getting closer and closer to Han Qinhu.

It was bound to be a fierce battle!

Ning Fan naturally didn’t care, but the others needed to rest.

“Han Qinhu, I will let you know what it means to be unable to escape even if you have wings!”

Ning Fan looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself.

Late at night.

Inside Han Qinhu’s military camp.

“Ning Fan!!!”

“I cannot coexist with you!”

Han Qinhu’s roar was extremely harsh in the middle of the night.

Another city was broken again!

And they were slaughtered again by Ning Fan, leaving no one alive, including the three great saints of Qingcheng Mountain, who were beaten to death by Ning Fan. It was so miserable!

“No, we can’t go on like this!”

“We must unite our forces, otherwise, sooner or later, we will be defeated one by one by Ning Fan!”

Han Qinhu tried hard to suppress the madness in his heart.

He realized that if he continued to entangle with Ning Fan, he would die sooner or later!

Either, withdraw from Liangzhou.

Or… gather all the troops and encircle and suppress Ning Fan!