At first, it was the fragrance of cosmetics that permeated the heaven and earth. It was not heavy and it was as light as flowing water. However, it carried a hint of alluring sweetness.
Then, it started raining flowers. Pink and white petals fell from the sky. No one knew what kind of flowers they were but they carried a kind of poignant beauty.
The strange eyeball's breathing suddenly became heavy. No one knew what organ he was using to breathe.
"The Fourth Barbarian God Xi Zihua, the most beautiful deity in the history of the Ancient Barbarian World! I didn't expect that I would really be able to see this legendary beauty. Good! Good! "
Amidst the cheers of the weird-eyed chickens, the silhouette of an ancient city slowly appeared in the sky.
It was an extremely dilapidated city. The city was engulfed in the flames of war and the long streets were filled with corpses.
At the center of the city, there was an ancient royal palace that was collapsing bit by bit in the flames.
In the sky above the royal palace, a large amount of divine light began to emerge. Within the divine light, the shadow of a lady wearing light pink veil slowly appeared.
She landed outside the palace and stood under a cherry blossom tree. She looked at the palace that had collapsed in the flames of war in silence.
Her beautiful curves were vaguely visible under the veil. She raised her wrist. Her slender hand was so fair that it did not match the flames of war in the surroundings.
She gently stroked the hair on her temples. Her actions carried an indescribable charm but also an indescribable sorrow.
Her appearance was very beautiful. It was like a painting that had aged quietly in the passage of time. However, her eyes that were like black gemstones carried a trace of indescribable sorrow.
It was a sorrow that only a person who had lost their country could have.
A broken sword that was stained with rust and blood was pierced into her chest. Blood kept flowing out from the wound.
The blood stained her originally spotless body with filth. However, it added a sense of sorrowful beauty to her.
She was the shadow of a mountain and sea that was left behind by the Fourth Barbarian God. Her true body had died a long time ago …
The flames of war, the fallen royal palace, the broken sword and the blood were the scenes before her death …
Ning Fan leaped into the bottom of the lake. The undying power in the lake immediately surged into his body to guard against the upcoming Eighth Trial.
The strange phenomenon in the outside world did not escape his spirit sense. The Fourth Barbarian God was indeed very beautiful. However, it was not to the extent of making the world lose its color and the sun and moon lose their luster.
However, the sorrow and sorrow on her body were very touching.
"Voluptuous. Sure enough … She is indeed the beauty that I like the most! Hahaha! Even if I die now, it won't be in vain after I get to see her! Hehehehe … "Eyeball looked like a love-struck fool, staring at the sky foolishly, drooling. He had already begun to ignore everything that was happening in the outside world.
He was completely captivated by the Fourth God of Berserkers' beauty. He was mesmerized by her beauty and lost himself in it, unable to free himself.
Not only the strange eyeball, even Ning Fan who was in the lake gradually felt a sense of being unable to extricate himself. His eyes suddenly flashed with surprise.
What made Ning Fan unable to extricate himself from it was not the beauty of the woman, but the enchanting power that made one's hair stand on end.
The Fourth Barbarian Dao was actually and cultivated the Dao of the Dao! Her beauty might not be enough to move Ning Fan's Dao Heart. However, the power of charm that she cultivates was enough to make most of the men in the world lose their minds.
Even the laws of the Heavenly Dao seemed to want to prostrate before her dress. Even the direction of their flow deviated. They circled around her back, forming a faintly discernible ring.
Just like the Beginning Saint Ring!
The Fourth God of Berserkers was not an Incipient Saint, but the strength of her Art of Enchantment was enough to bewitch the Great Dao, causing it to willingly go against its laws and create the Incipient Saint's Ring for her, even if she was not an Incipient Saint …
"In this world, there is actually someone who can cultivate the art of bewitchment to such a level. Even the great dao can be bewitched!"
Ning Fan was secretly shocked. The Yin Yang Locket in his dantian was constantly emitting a cooling force, preventing him from sinking into the boundless charm of the Fourth Barbarian God.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was the descendant of the Ancient Chaos and had the Yin Yang Locket with him, he would have been drooling and giggling at this woman like the eyeball monster. He would have been completely subdued in front of this woman like the Great Dao of Heaven.
There were actually such charming cultivators in this world. It was truly terrifying.
"Since the destruction of the Nanman Kingdom, very few people have been able to make it all the way to the Eighth Trial …"
The Fourth God of Berserkers' voice was very pleasant to the ears. There was a soft and sweet feeling to it, but there was a sadness in her tone that could not be wiped away.
Her gaze moved away from the illusionary palace where the flames of war raged and swept across the lake below.
At first glance, she saw Silly Haha's eyeballs. She looked away with slight disdain. It's just another fallen person …
In her life, she had seen too many men who fell under her dress. Some of them coveted her beauty while some of them fell under her bewitchment technique.
There were too many of them. There were so many that she could only count with her fingers how many men could remain clear-headed in front of her.
This eyeball monster was just one of the countless living beings who fell under her dress. It was not worth mentioning.
Her eyes moved away from the strange eyeball and continued to look at the lake. Her eyes were filled with sorrow but they seemed to be sharper than any flying sword. They easily pierced through the pitch-black lake water and saw Ning Fan who was at the bottom of the lake.
Her eyes were originally very clear like the flowing water formed after the snow melted in early spring. However, when she noticed that Ning Fan's eyes were devoid of lust, there was a slight ripple in that clear gaze. Her lips also curved into a rare smile.
"You surprised me. It's because you didn't fall in front of me like the other men. Are you the cultivator who is going to undergo the Eighth Trial? You are very good. "
For the first time in countless years, the Fourth Barbarian God praised someone. However, when she noticed the mixed bloodline in Ning Fan's body, her brows immediately knitted together and her expression became cold again.
"You are not a barbarian. You are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"
The Fourth Barbarian God's eyes became colder and colder. Even the temperature of heaven and earth plummeted.
Ning Fan's back felt cold for no reason. Under the gaze of this woman, he actually felt like he was naked. It was as if there were no secrets that he could hide from the woman in front of him.
In the past, the eyeball monster could also see through everything about him. However, Ta Gu could not do that even though he was the Seventh Barbarian God.
This woman was just like the eyeball monster. She could see through everything about him. She was much stronger than Ta Gu.
"If you aren't the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, I might have shown you mercy. Now, I won't hold back anymore. "
Unlike Ta Gu who treated the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit with respect and servility, this weak woman did not hide her disgust towards the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit at all.
She was the Fourth Barbarian God. The Ancient Barbarian World had fallen in her hands.
The shadow of the royal palace beneath her feet was the barbarian capital of the past. However, it had fallen in the flames of war!
The broken sword in her chest was the sharp blade that took her life. It was the supreme treasure of the Ancient Emperor Tai Cang. However, it was destroyed by her.
She was the last Barbarian God in the history of the Ancient Barbarian World who died standing. After her, all the other Barbarian Gods became the slaves of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, just like Ta Gu.
However, she was not one of them!
To her, the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit was not her master. Instead, it was the enemy who destroyed her country and her clan.
They were her mortal enemies!
"I, Xi Zihua, summon the tombs of the Ancient Barbarian World to bury this man!"
The Fourth Barbarian God gently raised her hand and pointed at Ning Fan from afar. The entire world immediately changed at this moment!
Shadows of ancient battlefields began to appear between the mountains and seas, engulfing the place where Ning Fan was standing!
The illusory shadows replaced the real world!
The lake disappeared. The ruins of the valley disappeared. The eyeball monster also disappeared.
Ning Fan stood alone on an ancient battlefield. Behind him were tribes and cities that were filled with blood and fire.
The grassland in front of him was filled with broken limbs and magical treasures. There were collapsed mountains, rivers that were cut off by a sword and the sky that was torn apart …
"Where is this place?!"
Ning Fan closed his eyes and got rid of the illusions in front of him. He could feel that his body was still at the bottom of the lake. The cold lake water flowed around him.
But his soul, his consciousness, seemed to be mixed in this mysterious space.
Is this the space formed by the Fourth Barbarian God's ability …?
"Since you are the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, you will receive preferential treatment. Your Eighth Trial is different from the others." The Fourth Barbarian God's words were filled with hostility.
Ning Fan's heart sank slightly. Just now, the eyeball monster said confidently that everyone's Eighth Trial was the same.
Bullshit! I'm the only one who received special treatment. Other people's Eighth Trial would not be sucked into this battlefield.
The Eighth Trial of an ordinary person was already as difficult as ascending the heavens. His Eighth Trial would probably be even more dangerous and difficult to pass.
This Fourth Barbarian God seemed to have a deep hostility towards the bloodline of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit …
"The Ancient Barbarian Tomb is the holy land of the Barbarian Race. The barbarian cities that were destroyed and the barbarians who died in battle are kept here. You are in the first level of the Fourth Tomb. Almost all the barbarian warriors who died in the hands of your Tai Cang Tribe are kept here. If you want to pass the Eighth Trial, you must kill these warriors again. You can do it! "
The Fourth Barbarian God's voice reverberated between heaven and earth. The moment his voice resounded, the corpses that were either complete or incomplete stood up with dazed looks in their eyes.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand … Countless corpses filled the entire battlefield. They stood up one after another.
Among them were the corpses of First Step cultivators and Second Step cultivators. However, the ones with the highest cultivation base were only at the Life Immortal Realm.
The corpses of those with higher cultivation bases were buried in the higher levels of the Barbarian Tomb.
At this moment, they seemed to have regained life and glory. They saw Ning Fan!
Sounds of gnashing teeth came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.
"Tai Cang … Tribulation Spirit …"
More and more barbarian cultivators' eyes turned blood-red and were drowned by hatred.
The ones who were closest to Ning Fan were seven Divine Transformation Realm barbarian cultivators. They had died countless years ago on the path to protect the Ancient Barbarian World.
Their corpses were kept by the Ancient Barbarian Tomb.
Their souls would forever remain in the mountains and seas of this place.
They hated the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit. Now, they wanted revenge! They wanted to take revenge against Ning Fan, the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!
The seven Divine Transformation Realm barbarian cultivators did not have any rationality at all. As soon as they got close to Ning Fan, they immediately chose to self-detonate.
They knew that their cultivation bases were weak. Thus, they only hoped that their self-detonation could slightly injure Ning Fan.
* Bang * * Bang * * Bang *
The sound of self-detonation was deafening and filled the sky with blood mist. Then, the storm formed by the self-detonation of the seven barbarian cultivators instantly drowned Ning Fan.
What was Ning Fan's cultivation base? Putting aside Jie Xue's cultivation base, his magic power alone was already at the Mid True Enlightenment Realm. How would a dignified True Immortal be afraid of the self-detonation of seven Divine Transformation Realm barbarians?
However, the killing intent of the seven Divine Transformation Realm barbarian cultivators influenced him and the thousands of barbarian cultivators behind them.
"Kill the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit!"
Another tens of Divine Transformation Realm and Void Refinement Realm barbarian cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan and chose to self-detonate.
There were even a few Void Fragmentation Realm cultivators who leaped into the sky and turned into a few thousand zhang * (3.33m per zhang) large black-feathered gigantic birds.
These Void Fragmentation Realm cultivators did not choose to self-detonate. Instead, they were determined to fight against Ning Fan.
Ning Fan's expression was solemn. He respected those experts who had faith and died for their faith. However, it did not mean that he would let others attack him without retaliating.
He could tell that the barbarian cultivators here were all people who had died many years ago. They had long lost their lives. However, there was an extremely strange Dao Law in this place that allowed the corpses to retain their will when they were alive and continue to fight.
That strange Dao Law was seventy to eighty percent similar to the Dao Law of Undying. However, it was also different …
The people here were all dead people. Moreover, all of them had a deep-rooted hatred towards the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit …
Ning Fan's eyes were filled with a hint of apology. However, it was more determined. He drew out the Memory Severing Dao Sword towards the gigantic birds in the sky.
Since he was already in this battlefield, the only thing he could do was to send them to their deaths.
The Memory Severing Dao Sword turned into thousands of sword lights and easily killed the few gigantic birds. Their blood splattered across the sky.
His actions enraged more barbarian cultivators. More and more barbarian cultivators rushed towards him like tidal waves.
There were more than hundreds of millions of First Step cultivators! There were also hundreds of thousands of Life Immortal Realm cultivators!
"The barbarian cultivators here are just a portion of the cultivators who sacrificed themselves for the world in the past. Most of them didn't even have a chance to restrain themselves."
"All of them died in the hands of your Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit Clan. Countless clans of your clan have been annihilated. Have you ever seen the hatred in their hearts?"
"I will wait for you in the seventh level of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to pass the Eighth Trial. If you can't, then you shall die here. Use your blood to avenge the hatred of my thousands of barbarian cultivators. "
The Fourth Barbarian God's voice drifted in the air like the wind. It was difficult to catch its trace.
Hundreds of millions of barbarian cultivators rushed towards Ning Fan. Some of them self-destructed and some of them displayed their abilities. Some of them were even affected by their self-destruction and abilities. However, none of them retreated.
Everyone's will was to kill Ning Fan because he was the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit. He was their enemy and they must kill him!
"Incinerate!"
Facing the tide of thousands of cultivators, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a ray of black-red flame.
There were densely packed runes flowing within the flame. It had a kind of demonic beauty. In the beginning, it was just a ray of flame. However, as soon as it soared into the sky, it immediately turned into a sea of fire that nearly drowned the entire world!
When the flame burned, it let out the sound of wind and thunder. For a moment, the entire world was filled with thunder!
"This is … the Flame of Adversity Beast! You aren't a member of the Adversity Beast Clan. Why do you have this flame?! "The Fourth Barbarian God's cold voice resounded between heaven and earth.
The Flame of Adversity Beast was unparalleled under the heavens. Since ancient times, countless fire cultivators had coveted the flames of the Adversity Beast Clan and tried to devour some of them. However, all of them failed.
Even though the Flame of Adversity Beast was unparalleled under the heavens, it also had another characteristic. It could not be used together with other flames.
It was impossible for those fire cultivators to devour the Flame of Adversity Beast to strengthen their own flames.
However, this Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit managed to do it. What was going on …? The Fourth Barbarian God was a little puzzled.
Naturally, she did not know that Ning Fan was the successor of Great Emperor Ancient Chaos. What he cultivated was the Yin Yang Transformation and the Chaotic Rings Art.
Among them, the Yin Yang Transformation was the foundation of the Chaotic Rings Art. This cultivation method had the mysterious power to fuse the two different powers of Yin and Yang into one.
Even the bloodlines of the divine, demon, devil and tribulation races could be fused together under the power of the Yin Yang Transformation. Thus, the mere Flame of Adversity Beast naturally could not escape from Ning Fan's devouring and utilization.
Ning Fan's devil flame was already at the level of the Eleven Darkness True Fire. Moreover, it possessed the domineering offensive power of the Flame of Adversity Beast.
As the flames burned the heavens and earth, countless First Step cultivators were burned to ashes by the devil flame.
Even those Life Immortal Realm experts with profound cultivation bases could only withstand the attack of the devil flame. They could not fight back at all.
Tens of thousands of barbarian cultivators were burned to death under the devil flame. After witnessing this scene, the Fourth Barbarian God knew that the barbarian corpses in the first level of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb were no match for Ning Fan. If they continue to fight, they would just be destroying the corpses in vain …
"Fine. You've passed the first level. Come to the second level. Don't destroy their corpses anymore."
The Fourth Barbarian God sighed and compromised.
Since the first level could not hurt Ning Fan, he could only look at the second level.
As soon as the Fourth Barbarian God's voice fell, the barbarian cultivators who were originally in high spirits fell to the ground and turned back into corpses.
In the sky, divine light burst out and a heavenly stairway that led to the second level appeared.
There were also wooden boxes with ancient seals appearing in the sky one after another … (To be continued)
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