Looking at the tomb guardian who now has the seventh level of Martial Saint's Heaven, a solemn look gradually rose in Ning Fan's eyes.

Although the sixth level of heaven is one level higher than the fifth level of heaven, it is still the same as the middle three-day realm, and the gap is not too big. However, the seventh level of heaven is already the upper three-day realm. Compared with the fifth level of heaven, the gap between the two is a natural gap!

"hehe!"

"interesting!"

"Today I want to see how strong the seventh-level strong man is!"

However, at this moment, Ning Fan smiled, not only did not feel any fear, but his blood was boiling and his fighting spirit soared into the sky!

"die!"

At this moment, the guardian suddenly let out a cold shout, and the five spirits shook, and the terrifying energy belonging to the seventh level of heaven surged out without reservation.

Knowing Ning Fan's strength, he used all his strength directly to seek a killing attack.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

With a roar, in an instant, the shadow of the five spirit beasts condensed in the void.

A green dragon flies in the sky, the dragon's head roars, and the dragon's claws are vigorous!

A white tiger pounced on it, with a huge body and a tiger's claws split into the sky!

A vermilion bird flew, spreading its wings, and the flames were fierce.

A black trunk lies across the line, a turtle head and a python head, suppressing the world!

A unicorn stepped on the sky, her head was high, and purple air filled with it!

As soon as the five spirit beasts appeared, the aura of the tomb guardian became extremely terrifying and terrifying!

"Well? Is this the power of the seventh level of heaven? It's really strong enough!"

Seeing this scene, even Ning Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar,

As the tomb guards rushed over, the phantom of the five spirit beast condensed from the void let out one deafening roar after another. The five spirits moved with the tomb guards, all carrying terrifying energy, wanting to swallow Ning Fan!

"Good come!"

At this moment, Ning Fan not only had no fear, but became extremely excited.

The Seventh Heaven of the Martial Saint is worthy of his full strength!

despair!

Then, his palm rested on the hilt of the sword of the sky.

Buzzing!

The body of the ancient sword immortal began to tremble, and a stream of original power surged out of the body!

"A sword...Flying immortal!"

Suddenly.

Ning Fan draws his sword!

Zheng!!

A shocking sword sound seemed to resound throughout the entire Shenling, and a magnificent sword light slashed out from the sky!

Boom boom boom boom!

As soon as the sword light came out, the shadows of flying immortals shone on the void. Wherever they passed, the heaven and earth collapsed.

boom!

In an instant, the flying fairy sword light collided with the five spirit beasts, and a terrifying and surging energy burst out, sweeping across the entire tomb.

Followed.

The two forces were stalemate for a moment, and suddenly there were wailing sounds.

The head of the green dragon!

The white tiger tear apart!

Vermilion Bird Blades Wings!

Xuanwu's corpse is hidden!

The Qilin fell to the ground!

In an instant, the phantom of the five spirit beasts was destroyed by the flying fairy sword light!

Ah puff!

The five spirits disintegrated, and the guardian of the tomb suddenly felt as if he was hit hard, and his whole body flew backwards again, sprinkling blood in the sky!

Bang!

After falling to the ground, the five spirits of the tomb guardian had dissipated and he had returned to his appearance as a thin old man just now, and his aura was even weaker than before.

Totally seriously injured!

Swish!

At this time, Ning Fan flashed and put the sword in his hand on his neck. He smiled coldly: "Now, do you still dare to ask for my lucky dragon!"

Just when he thought the tomb guardian would beg for mercy, the latter said weakly: "Give me... the luck dragon!"

"Damn! Are you a fool? What do you have to do with my luck dragon?"

Ning Fan was so happy that he was obsessed with the persistence of the tomb guardians.

The tomb guardian did not answer, but was still asking for the luck dragon.

Ning Fan was speechless, and then his mind moved.

"I want to see what you have to do with the lucky dragon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan immediately condensed a seal of ministers and penetrated into the body of the tomb guardian.

Buzz!

As the minister sealed his body, the guardians were shocked and tried their best to resist.

My Yin wanted to be shaken out of his body.

"Hmph, surrender to me!"

Seeing this, Ning Fan suddenly shouted and immediately suppressed the tomb guardian.

Buzz!

With Ning Fan's suppression and the current tomb guardian was seriously injured, he was completely controlled by the imperial seal of the monarch and ministers in a short while.

Seeing that the seal of the king and ministers had taken effect, Ning Fan nodded with satisfaction, and then asked: "Tell me now, what do you want to do if you ask for the lucky dragon!"

The tomb guardian responded: "Save... God... Congratulations... Luck!"

"Save God's fortune?"

Ning Fan was puzzled and then said, "My luck dragon is now just in his childhood. Can he save his luck for a lifetime?"

"I...I...I...I...I...I'll follow...I'll...I'll understand..."

The tomb guard wanted to explain, but the words were really unsuccessful. In the end, the tomb guard stopped talking and dragged his seriously injured body and walked towards the depths of the Shenling.

Now that the tomb guardian is completely under his control, Ning Fan naturally did not worry that he had any conspiracy and immediately followed.

soon.

One by one, one by one, one by one, came to the depths of the Shenling Mausoleum.

There is a mountain lying across the mountain, stretching endlessly, and it is more than ten miles long.

"Hmm? This is!"

Seeing this lying mountain range, Ning Fan's heart was thrilled.

"God... dragon... big... man!"

At this time, the tomb guards blew towards the mountains.

Rumble!

The mountains in front of me suddenly swayed, like a dragon rolling, a mountain peak moved across from a distance. When it got closer, it was not a mountain at all. It was a huge dragon head. The dragon head should have been majestic and domineering, but this dragon head looked extremely old and dull.

And the mountains that stretched for more than ten miles completely stood up.

It was a divine dragon with a huge body as big as a mountain range!

"This is...the dragon of luck!"

Ning Fan was shocked.

There was also a lucky dragon in front of him, and the aura on it was exactly the same as the lucky dragon in his arm.

The difference is that his lucky dragon is petite but full of vitality.
To be continued...