After planting the Three Yins Soul Locking Technique, Ning Fan tore open the space and left with Dolan.

Along the way, Dolan was worried about gains and losses. Although she saved her life from Ning Fan, the death of her senior brother and the fact that she became a soul-locking slave still gave her a big blow. To Ning Fan, she was controlled by the soul-locking slave.

I had to submit to the restrictions of the soul technique, and even felt a strange resignation in my heart. However, because I was afraid of Ning Fan, I did not dare to talk to Ning Fan too much along the way.

Of course, there are some things that must be asked clearly. For example, Dolan is very concerned about Ning Fan's destination next. If she had not become a soul-locking slave, she should have obtained the six-star nirvana stone at this moment.

, are preparing for the Holy Mountain Competition. However, now, they have lost their most basic freedom...

"Senior, are you going back to the Evil Sheep Department to hand in the mission?" Dolan hesitated for a long time and then asked bravely.

"That's right. Let's go back to the Xie Yang Tribe to hand in the mission first, and then go back to the Tamu Tribe to prepare for the small competition among the Southern Xinjiang tribes. During this period, you should stay with me first." Ning Fan replied. After confirming the Three Yin Locks

Before the soul technique was effective, he did not intend to let Dolan leave to avoid mishaps.

"Southern Xinjiang Competition? Senior is a foreign cultivator. There is not much benefit in participating in the Southern Xinjiang Competition. Or is it that senior has other intentions for this tribe's competition, or..." Dolan's beautiful eyes moved, and he had a guess.

.

In response to her, it was Ning Fan who narrowed his eyes slightly, his calm eyes, but there was an invisible sense of oppression, "Whether I have any intentions for the tribal competition is not something you can ask. I hope you will keep this in mind.

Heart."

Dolan's heart trembled, and he secretly cursed himself for talking too much. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to be submissive and said, "What the senior has planned is naturally not something that the junior can comment on. The junior will definitely pay attention to this and will not dare to talk too much."

“So best.”

Dolan bit his lip and said again. "This junior is the guardian of the tomb of the Holy Mountain. Because his performance in the previous Holy Mountain Competition was too poor, he is not qualified to enter the Holy Mountain to practice... This junior is fully prepared for this Holy Mountain Competition. Is there anything wrong?

I have a small opportunity to return to the Holy Mountain to practice. I wonder if the senior can allow the junior to leave temporarily on the day of the Holy Mountain Competition..."

"As far as I know, your Dabei tribe's tribal competition is divided into three rounds, right?" Ning Fan asked noncommittally.

"Returning to my predecessors, the so-called tribal competition is actually just the name of the "Lomb Capture Battle" given by outside cultivators and lower tribes. But in the mouth of my holy mountain monk, the tribal competition is called the "Lomb Capture Battle".

The battle to seize the mausoleum is indeed divided into three rounds. The first round is the small competition in each prairie region; the second round is the Zhongzhou competition; the third round is the Holy Mountain competition. The Southern Xinjiang competition that the seniors participated in on behalf of the Tamu tribe belongs to the competition for capturing the tomb.

The first round of the primary election." Dolan explained.

"The battle to seize the tomb..." Ning Fan looked thoughtful. From the memories of the Three Flame Guards, he had found a lot of information related to the battle to seize the tomb.

"Presumably, seniors also know that my ancestor, Dabei, was an ancient saint. After the saint's death, his thoughts turned into a holy mountain. There is a holy mausoleum in it, with twelve meridians, including the creation of heaven and earth..." Speaking of this, there is much

Lan suddenly covered her head, showing pain, unable to continue talking.

"If words related to the Holy Mountain are taboo, you don't have to say more." Ning Fan's eyes were slightly solemn and he ordered. If he was not mistaken, Duolan was limited to his cultivation and could not talk too much about the Holy Mountain.

"Yes." Dolan was a little surprised by Ning Fan's consideration and took a deep breath. He added, "There are twelve mausoleum veins in the mausoleum of the Holy Mountain. If a monk enters the mausoleum veins to practice, his cultivation speed will be extremely fast, and even more incredible.

Young monk, from that mausoleum vein, he understood a trace of the Holy Ancestor's legacy, which greatly improved his magical powers..."

"Oh? The mausoleums and mausoleums in the holy mountain can actually allow monks to understand the saint's last thoughts!" Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and he was interested in this holy mountain for the first time. The saint's last thoughts and his magical power have greatly improved...if it hadn't been for this trip.

If there was something important, he really wanted to see the mausoleum of the Holy Mountain.

"The battle to seize the mausoleum begins every thousand years, and the twelve mausoleums change owners every thousand years. The specific ownership will be judged from the results of the Holy Mountain Competition... Our Chu Lie lineage now occupies the ninth line of the twelve mausoleums.

Because in the last battle to seize the mausoleum, I, Chu Lie, ranked ninth in overall results, and received ten quotas for cultivating in the mausoleum. Unfortunately, my personal performance was too poor, so the ten quotas for Chu Lie's lineage were not allocated.

Without me... Now it's another battle to seize the tomb. I am the guardian of Chu Lie's tomb, and I am also the saint of Chu Lie. If possible, when the Holy Mountain Competition begins, senior, can you let me leave temporarily and go to compare..."

Dolan gritted his teeth and begged.

Ning Fan took a deep look at Dolan, and his voice was hard to distinguish between emotion and anger, "The Holy Mountain Competition is the third round of the battle to seize the mausoleum, and the Southern Xinjiang Competition is the first round. There is still a lot of time before the third round, you don't have to

in a hurry."

The implication is that I have neither agreed nor completely rejected it.

Dolan was a little disappointed, but felt that this result was reasonable. If she were the foreign cultivator surnamed Ning, she would also make such a decision. And if the foreign cultivator surnamed Ning did not refuse the matter, then it was still a decision.

There is some hope that in this way, as long as I perform well and satisfy the foreign cultivator named Ning, I will probably have a chance to get approved to participate in the Holy Mountain Competition.

The two of them were talking while flying. After flying over several continents in succession, Ning Fan suddenly stopped and let out a slight sigh. Soon after, his expression turned strange.

"Senior, why did you stop...hiss, this is..."

Dolan let out his spiritual thoughts, and then took a breath of cold air, "What happened to this continent! A miasma of this magnitude has leaked! This is extremely rare!"

The miasma in the Fierce Realm Continent is extremely toxic. If it leaks out, even some real immortals and old monsters will not dare to come into contact with the miasma without being prepared.

At this moment, white mist fills the sky above this ferocious continent. The mist looks extremely ordinary, but only those who are trapped in it will know how terrifying and difficult this white mist is!

In the deepest part of the miasma, seven or eight monks have fallen down at this moment. They are all monks from the Evil Sheep Tribe. There are only five or six people who can still remain standing, including the gloomy-looking young patriarch of the Evil Sheep Tribe——

Fresher than pure.

The surrounding miasma was too heavy. With the combined efforts of several people, Xie Yangbu and others were able to slightly open up a vacuum several feet square, but they could only barely maintain it. They wanted to rush out from the depths of the earth's air, but with everyone's cultivation, they could not.

I can't do it no matter what, so I have no choice but to be stuck here.

"Young Patriarch! Lielugu was fainted by the poison of the earth's energy and his life is in danger!"

"Lie Lugu has been a life-saving grace for me... Take my grass and return the elixir to save him! There is no need to save the elixir for me, feed me hard, and be sure to wake him up, otherwise I will skin you!"

"Young Patriarch! Alande also fainted..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Give me the medicine for the pill and save people! Alande, Alande, I promised his mother that I will keep him safe for the rest of his life... Hurry! Human life is at stake! They are all my subordinates!

No one is allowed to die!"

"Young patriarch! Novi Shinya..."

"Take my grass and give me pills to save people!"

"Has also..."

"Take my grass and give me pills to save people!"

"Young Patriarch. There is something that I must report..."

"What's up!"

"You old man didn't even bring any grass to return elixirs today..."

Ten breaths passed.

Twenty breaths passed.

Xian Yuchun suddenly slapped his forehead, with a confused look on his face, and suddenly realized. "Oh haha, it seems that I really forgot it."

Ha ha…

Hahaha…

"Haha, what the hell! If there is no elixir to save our lives, we will all die here!"

At this moment, Xianyu Chunzhen was a little anxious. He had a higher level of cultivation and could hold on here for a few more days. But those subordinates couldn't hold on anymore!

"Young Patriarch, Rong Xiao shouldn't have said anything. You shouldn't have entered this evil realm at all. The Immortal Lord Ning is so powerful that he may not need you to send you a positioning compass. It's better now, let us go in there ourselves.

…" An evil sheep monk complained.

"Shut up! You're verbose like a girl!" Xian Yuchun glared at the subordinate coldly, so frightened that the subordinate dared not speak anymore.

Suddenly, Xian Yuchun showed a happy expression. It seemed that he could sense two monks' auras from outside the heavy miasma, and the auras were extremely strong, which should be enough to save their group. After a slight hesitation, he channeled 10% of his mana and directed it towards the monks.

Lang Lang said outside the miasma,

"Xianyu Chunluo of the Evil Sheep Department is in such a difficult situation. I request the two seniors to come to the rescue. If you can survive, I will be grateful!"

Ning Fan showed a strange expression. With the strength of his spiritual sense, he could easily detect everything happening here through the heavy poisonous fog.

His character is not meddlesome, but he has served him before and after. In this way, although he is unwilling to accept a disciple, he will not be willing to die without saving him.

What made him dumbfounded was that the reason why Xian Yuchun was trapped here was actually related to him. He was here to give him a positioning compass.

This man probably came to deliver the compass as soon as he received the report from his subordinates. Unfortunately, Xian Yuchun didn't know that Ning Fan didn't need to locate the compass at all.

"Senior wants to save this person? Dolan advises senior not to do this...this person cannot be saved." Dolan suddenly dissuaded him.

"Oh? Why can't this person be saved?" Ning Fan said calmly.

"The leakage of miasma in the Fierce Territory Continent is extremely rare. If it occurs occasionally, it is all caused by man-made causes. Dolan suspects that the reason why these evil sheep monks are trapped here is man-made..." Dolan explained.

"You mean, someone plotted against Xian Yuchun and made him trapped here?"

"Yes, I was just skeptical about this, but when I noticed the existence of this thing from here, I was immediately convinced of my guess."

In order to gain Ning Fan's favor, Dolan was eager to perform meritorious deeds. He performed several tricks with both hands, then gave a sweet scolding, and a crimson wolf shadow suddenly flew out of the sky.

"Animal-shaped medicine soul..." Ning Fan had a solemn look on his face. This great humble monk was indeed unique in medicine soul cultivation. The medicine soul in front of Dolan was actually a ninth-level lead product. If this were placed in the east sky,

I'm afraid he is another shocking alchemist, but among the Dabei people, it is not difficult to see him.

Dolan had been besieged by the Three Flame Guards for many days and was seriously injured. At this moment, he showed off his magical power and suddenly felt weak. However, he still held on and used his magical power. However, when he saw the crimson wolf shadow suddenly roaring sharply, he was immediately

, the whole world was dyed red by the roar, and then somewhere in the sky, the space suddenly shattered and something fell out.

That's a swastika golden talisman!

"Buddhist talisman..." Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. The existence of this Buddhist talisman was so secretive that with his sense of perception, he didn't realize that there was a talisman hidden here without deliberately searching for it.

As soon as this talisman appeared, a large swath of golden light suddenly swept away the crimson sky. Duolan sighed quietly, thinking that that person had indeed plotted against Xian Yuchun. The golden light shone across the world, and the traditional miasma fell into the eyes of Xian Yuchun and others.
To be continued...