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Ning Luo didn't want to waste any more time with Wang Qiuyu. As soon as she finished speaking, her figure exploded forward like an arrow leaving the bow, her momentum soaring like a rainbow.

Wang Qiuyu wasn't a fool. She gained intelligence after suffering a setback. She already had a good understanding of Ning Luo's fighting style. She slowed down a bit and then disappeared from where she stood.

"Brat, my sword is a mid-grade magic tool. Die!" Wang Qiuyu roared, she brandished the long sword in her hand, the sword brought out a cold ray of light, directly slashing towards Ning Luo.

A few days ago, in the forest, Ning Luo shattered his sword with a single punch, but it was only a low-grade magic tool.

Presently, what he held in his hand was instead a medium-grade Magic Tool.

This was his pride. In the Ascension Sect, mid-grade magic tools were everywhere, but an itinerant cultivator like Ning Luo probably didn't even know what mid-grade magic tools looked like.

What he did not know was that Ning Luo had already seen or possessed high-grade and top-grade magic tools.

If Ning Luo was willing, they would have high-grade magic tools in their hands, which they could easily obtain.

Therefore, to Ning Luo, high-grade magic tools were nothing at all.

In the face of this sharp sword, Ning Luo's face was as calm as water without a trace of fear. His fist took the shape of a tiger, and when it was formed, there was a roar.

The tiger's roar sounded like it came from a tiger out of its cage. It pounced towards its prey, wanting to capture it.

Such a ferocious momentum caused Wang Qiuyu's heart to tremble, and she felt the urge to retreat.

While he was hesitating, Ning Luo's fist had already arrived in front of him. In an instant, he couldn't avoid it. The speed at which he moved was so fast that Wang Qiuyu's eyes widened in surprise.

"Bam!"

There was a crash, followed by the crisp sound of metal breaking.

Under Ning Luo's onslaught of Tiger Fist, the high-grade magic tool in Wang Qiuyu's hand wasn't even able to hold on for the time of two breaths before it was broken into two pieces.

Wang Qiuyu looked at the broken sword in disbelief, completely stunned.

Only when he heard the sound of a tiger's roar did he suddenly wake up. He hurriedly threw away the broken sword in his hand, turned around, and wanted to escape.

However, he was still too slow. When he was hit on the back by Ning Luo's punch, he fell forward like a hungry dog pouncing on its prey, spitting out blood. With a flip of his eyes, he died.

Ning Luo clapped his hands and threw Wang Qiuyu's three comrades, who weren't completely dead yet, into the Heavenly Demon Jade. After that, he ignored the surrounding fights and walked straight ahead.

According to Di Kun, the last time a super power entered the ancient tomb, they already roughly understood the basic situation.

For example, Ning Luoluo was in a long corridor with many stone rooms on both sides. These stone rooms had all sorts of cultivation techniques, weapons, and pills.

However, regardless of cultivation technique, medicinal pills or weapons, to a transcendent power, the temptation was not high. This was because most of them were only in the middle or upper tier.

Of course, there were many ships in the eight great forces and they didn't feel obstructed. These great powers sent out some disciples to plunder the stone chambers.

Ning Luo wasn't interested in the things inside the stone chamber. He sped up his pace and rushed towards the main hall of the ancient tomb. There were unique weapons there, and that was where he came from.

Suddenly, Ning Luo abruptly stopped and turned to look at the stone chamber to his right.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to hear a voice calling out to him, so he stopped and looked towards the stone room.

This stone room was somewhat different from the stone rooms before.

There was also no stone door, but there was a curtain. The curtain was almost transparent, and if one did not look closely, they would not be able to see that it was formed from the condensation of inner energy.

"This aura, is it Demon Qi?" Ning Luo walked to the front of the stone room, but wasn't in a hurry to enter. He could feel that not everyone could break this demonic energy curtain.

Just at this moment, the devil air curtain instantly produced an attractive force, pulling Ning Luo along with it.

"This is bad!"

Ning Luo didn't react in time and lost her balance. When she regained her balance, she looked around in frustration and was surprised to find that he was already standing inside the stone room.

"What's going on?"

An unknown fear assaulted his heart, making him want to escape, but in the next moment, he discovered that he couldn't break through this curtain of demonic qi no matter what.

This feeling was similar to when he first entered the space within the Heavenly Demon Jade.

Seeing that there was no way out, Ning Luo calmed down. After pondering for a moment, she tentatively asked a room in the stone chamber, "Senior, why did you summon me here?"

Ning Luo's question kept echoing in the stone chamber, but there was no response.

Just when Ning Luo thought he made a mistake, an aged voice calmly sounded.

"That's right, boy. Although his talent and cultivation are average, his temperament can be said to be excellent."

An unfamiliar voice sounded, confirming Ning Luo's guess, causing him to let out a breath of relief. He forced himself to calm down and respectfully replied, "Thank you, senior, for your praise! But, I wonder what can this little kid help Senior with? "

Since the other party brought him in and didn't intend to harm him, then he must have a request for him.

"You're pretty smart." As soon as he finished speaking, a figure that seemed to be both real and fake appeared, landing in front of Ning Luo. He looked at her with a smile, and said,

Ning Luo was startled. She came back to her senses and asked with certainty, "Senior, you …"

If his guess was correct, the old man in front of him right now was not a phantom, and certainly not a real person.

It was similar to a demon spirit; it should be a wisp of a soul.

The old man secretly nodded. He smiled and said, "That's right. What you see now is only a soul of mine."

He paused for a moment, then changed the topic of conversation.

"However, kid, even if I only have this strand of soul left, taking your life is an easy thing to do."

Ning Luo's expression turned slightly startled, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked at the old man neither humbly nor arrogantly, and said, "Senior, I believe that your goal is not to kill me. After all, I have no enmity with you."

The Demon Spirit had also used this sort of trick against him. However, it was only coercing and luring him. There was nothing special about it.

However, he didn't dare to let down his guard because he knew that the old man wasn't lying. If he was a bit careless and angered the old man, he would really kill him.

"Hehe!" "Interesting, it seems like I, Jiu Ming, have good eyes. You're also a smart person, and you know that I won't really kill you."

The old man was very satisfied with Ning Luo's performance. He didn't know whether to praise himself or to praise Ning Luo, but he finally revealed his identity and slowly said, "Kid, I am an elder of the Infinite Devil Sect."