Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed. Once there was a trace of dark blood in his body, he could actually activate a trace of the power of the secret Dao Principle!

In the past, he could only rely on the power of Yu Yin and Yang to activate a hint of Yu Dao Principle's palm power, but now, there is another secret Dao Principle!

"This dark blood...could it be the reason why the dark tribe attacked the female cultivator of the Xiao family!"

Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, as if he had some realization.

For the Dark Tribe, the power of Dark Dao Ze's control is definitely considered a treasure.

After dual cultivation, you can obtain the dark blood of the female cultivator of the Xiao family, but this dark blood is just a trace...

If the soul of the female cultivator of the Xiao family is refined into wine through the Bell Sacrifice, will it be possible to obtain more dark blood...

Ning Fan put his palms on the little demon girl's delicate body, closed his eyes, and used the power of the medicine soul to sense the situation inside the little demon girl's body.

At this moment, 90% of the original dark blood in the little demon girl's blood has disappeared.

The remaining 10% is evaporating little by little...

Her dark blood was taken away by Ning Fan. From today on, she has no use value to the Dark Tribe...

Ning Fan withdrew the power of the medicine soul, opened his eyes, and looked at the sleeping little demon girl with a complicated expression.

At this moment, he thought of Sen Luo and Xiao Qianyu... Sen Luo seemed to have never understood why Xiao Qianyu was targeted by the dark tribe until his death.

He risked his life and resurrected Xiao Qianyu. I wonder if there is still dark blood in his body, and I wonder if he will be targeted by the dark tribe again...

A trace of tiredness welled up in his heart. Ning Fan hugged the little demon girl and fell into a deep sleep.

After that, for more than ten days, Ning Fan stayed directly in the Little Demon Girl's bedroom, deliberately making the entire Shenxu Pavilion aware that the Little Demon Girl was no longer perfect and fell into his hands.

At this point, the little demon girl's qualifications as a sacrifice have been completely lost.

On the Dongming Star, a menacing black light traveled from far to near, riding on four layers of dark clouds!

Stepping on the dark clouds, there is no doubt that the person coming is a dark tribe monk. He is rampant in Dongming Star, and no one dares to stop him!

This is a young man from the Dark Tribe, with a cultivation level in the middle stage of True Transformation. He came to the Shenxu Pavilion with a certain Dark Tribe powerful man to hand over the Dark Chen Fruit.

For some reason, he came straight to the little demon girl's bedroom at this moment. There was actually a trace of anger in his eyes!

He came here just to verify one thing! To verify whether the little witch is no longer perfect and whether the dark blood has been lost!

"Dark blood, is it really lost?"

"My clan's wine-sharing meeting after a thousand years can't be held as scheduled!"

"Without dark blood, even if I become emperor one day, I will not be able to take the throne!"

"So what if the descendants of the ancients are in trouble! Why should we be afraid of a disciple of a dead person! The ancestor of the clan has been cultivating Taoism for too many years, and his courage is getting weaker and weaker!"

"Not only did I give away ten Dark Chen Fruits, but I also gave away the Dark Blood. It's hateful!"

The young man came galloping all the way, but when he was approaching the palace, he was stopped by a slash of sword light.

The one who stopped him was Elder Lu.

"Dark Clan Monk!" Elder Lu was slightly shocked, but he still took action to stop the Dark Clan young man.

"Who are you, sir, and why did you break into the palace of the young master of Shenxu Pavilion!" Elder Lu asked in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

With Luan Gu frightening away the Dark Tribe, the monks of Shenxu Pavilion are no longer as afraid of the Dark Tribe as they used to be. They have gained some confidence.

The dark tribe youth frowned, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with being stopped. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and said coldly, "I, An Wuya! The ninth young emperor of the dark tribe!"

"The Ninth Young Emperor!"

Hearing this, Elder Lu's eyes were immediately shocked.

Those who have obtained the status of Young Emperor of the Dark Tribe are generally expected to achieve the position of Immortal Emperor in this life.

This An Wuya was actually the ninth young emperor of the An tribe, but Elder Lu did not dare to neglect him.

"You, stand down! I want to see Xiao Qianci!" An Wuya said in a domineering tone.

Elder Lu frowned slightly, but did not retreat, nor did he say anything to anger An Wuya, but only showed with actions that he would not give way.

"Seeking death! Dark magic, heaven collapse!"

An Wuya snorted coldly, grabbed it with five fingers, and countless black cracks immediately tore open in the sky.

Between the sky and the earth, millions of black crows suddenly appeared. Once they appeared, they immediately ignited one by one.

The sound of a collapse of the sky spread immediately, and at the moment when the sky was torn apart, a giant claw of darkness grabbed hard from the crack in the sky and rushed straight towards Elder Lu.

Elder Lu's eyes darkened, and he immediately slashed out the Houtian Immortal Sword. The sword technique changed, and the sky was filled with sword light.

The sword light and the dark claws collided with each other, and they collapsed and melted, which was extremely weird.

An Wuya snorted disdainfully, and the giant claws of An immediately shattered into countless crow shadows and struck towards Elder Lu.

Elder Lu opened a sword net and tried to block the impact of the black crows, but the black crows actually penetrated directly through the sword net and rushed into Elder Lu's body.

The moment the black crow entered the body, An Wuya's fingerprints changed, and countless black crows immediately detonated inside Elder Lu's body.

In just an instant, Elder Lu, who had half-stepped into the Shekong Realm, was seriously injured by An Wuya who was in the middle stage of the True Transformation. His face was extremely shocked!

"The body of Dark Crow!" Elder Lu said in shock.

If An Wuya hadn't possessed such an astonishing physique, it would have been impossible to defeat him with his mid-level Duzhen cultivation.

The huge fluctuations in fighting skills immediately shocked countless monks in the sect.

Even Ning Fan and the little demon girl in the palace were also alarmed.

Countless Zongge disciples looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, unable to believe that the dignified Elder Lu would be defeated by a middle-level Duzhen.

Even though this middle-stage Duzhen came from the Dark Clan, the combat power he displayed was truly shocking.

Ning Fan and the little demon girl walked out of the palace side by side, one dressed in white like a god, the other in a black dress like ink.

As soon as he saw the two of them walking out, An Wuya's eyes immediately darkened.

The little demon girl's aura at this moment was obviously not that of a virgin... This meant that her dark blood had indeed been taken away by someone!

An Wuya's eyes then fell on Ning Fan, and he snorted disdainfully.

"Are you the descendant of Luan Gu? The person who ranks first in the tomb ratio of Shenxu Pavilion this year?"

"So what?" Ning Fan frowned slightly and said calmly.

"Fight with me. If you lose, you will die!" An Wuya sneered.

"Not interested."

Ning Fan grabbed the little demon girl and returned to the palace.

An Wuya waved his hand, and immediately millions of black crows rushed toward Ning Fan with murderous intent.

"The descendants of Luan Gu are nothing more than that! Luan Gu's orthodoxy is not worth mentioning!" An Wuya sneered, revealing his white teeth.

This blow was a fatal blow for him! The clansmen did not dare to touch Ning Fan, but he wanted to see why Ning Fan could not move!

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around suddenly, murderous intent pouring out of his eyes, his body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot.

He can ignore An Wuya's provocation...but An Wuya dares to insult Luangu orthodoxy, and he will not tolerate this!

Although he had never called Luan Gu his master, he had already regarded Luan Gu as his master unconsciously.

His teacher can be insulted by no one!

At this moment, the rain star between his eyebrows was directly unblocked!

At this moment, his momentum was almost close to the peak of Duzhen!

No one could see clearly how Ning Fan took action, and all the millions of black crows had collapsed.

A sense of crisis suddenly came over him. Before An Wuya could react, he was suddenly hit by an irresistible force of rain. He immediately felt like he had been hit hard and vomited blood in the sky before retreating.

A figure in white slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

When he looked at the figure in white again, An Wuya felt a sense of fear in his heart for no reason!

"The ninth young emperor of the Dark Tribe, An Wuya..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and the boundless blood flames immediately extended crazily from beneath his feet, and the evil aura and demonic power enveloped the world!

"How dare you say what you just said again!"

How dare you!

How dare you!!!
Chapter completed!