Outside the temple, everyone was stunned.

They thought that Ning Xiaofan was flying out, but Ning Xiaofan came out leisurely from the temple with his hands behind his back. There was only one possibility for the person flying out - the 'Heihe God'!

"How is that possible?"

Ishikawa Hirohiro's eyes were almost glaring.

The Black River God is a ghost who has lived in the world for hundreds of years. The powerful power he possesses is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although Hirohei Ishikawa is at the top of martial arts, he has to be respectful to such a strong man as the Black River God.

Ning Xiaofan knocked him out of the temple with one blow. How powerful is Ning Xiaofan's power?

"Is this the eighth place in the Chinese list?" Ishikawa Hirohiro said with a hint.

Yingmei was so scared that her delicate body trembled. In her heart, the Heihe God was a god. Ning Xiaofan could even defeat him. Doesn’t it mean that killing them is as easy as killing a chicken?

Matsushima Mahiro's face was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Don't worry, Lord Heihe can exert twelve percent of his power in the shrine, and he is immortal and can hardly be killed." Matsushima said in a narrow voice.

Even though he said this, he had no idea.

Although the Black River God could not be killed, Ning Xiaofan's strength was beyond his imagination. For the first time today, he had doubts about whether the Black River God could keep Ning Xiaofan. If Ning Xiaofan escaped from the Black River Shrine, they would be the ones who suffered from it later. After all, the Black River God could not leave the shrine easily, which means that no one could stop Ning Xiaofan.

Ning Xiaofan could calmly destroy their many subordinates, families, and industries one by one, guard the mountain, and come down to kill one, and kill two of them. In this way, even the Heihe God would have a great headache.

Only Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly became happy.

"The master is so awesome!"

"howl!"

An angry howl suddenly came from the rockery, like the roar of a hell demon.

In the rockery that was smashed, a figure appeared in a black mist. The thin old man's face was distorted at this time, and his eyes were about to spew out an angry flame. He roared in a hoarse voice:

"Ning Xiaoyao, you have angered me."

"After defeating you, I will put your soul in the flames and burn for a hundred years!"

After saying that, the thin old man took a step forward.

"Tear!"

A torn sound came from his body, like a paper bag being torn. Everyone looked at him and saw that the thin old man had grown a little taller out of thin air. It was originally only about 1.67 meters, but now it is nearly two meters.

"Bang."

The old man took the second step again.

This time, the old man's muscles suddenly swelled, both his hands, feet and his body swelled like a balloon, and black scales appeared on his body.

Step 3, Step 4... When he takes the seventh step.

There was no longer the white-bearded and white-haired, like an immortal, and the great Onmyoji Heihe Naqi left in the field. Only one with a height of three meters, one horned, one-eyed, green-faced, fangs, sharp claws, and black scales, like a ghost and god of the hell demon.

This is the true body of the "Heihe God".

"Clang."

The two sharp claws of the Black River God collided together, making a sound of steel clashing, and even sparking many sparks. Countless black mist enveloped his body, and the one-eyed eyes were like magma boiling.

"Chinese, do you think the me you defeated before is the real me? Now, let me teach you what the power of ghosts and gods are." The Heihe God's lips remained moving, but the huge spiritual power that was roaring like the ocean came to all directions, and the voice of the Heihe God automatically sounded in everyone's minds.

After he showed his true body, he stopped talking and directly used his mental power to transmit voice.

Everyone around, except Matsushima Mahiro, Ishikawa Hirohei could stand there without moving, and everyone else held their brains. Their heads were so painful that they were shocked by the spiritual power of the Heihe God.

"Yeah?"

Ning Xiaofan held his hands behind his back and smiled faintly.

A blast of blue divine light about a foot long shot out in his eyes, and the vast divine thought burst out through his body, colliding with the spiritual power of the Black River God. This was the first time Ning Xiaofan released his divine thought with all his strength.

"Boom."

Two huge forces collided together, and a violent sound suddenly sounded in the void, like two huge waves collided together. The spiritual power of the light black mist that filled the void like the ocean, and when it came into contact with Ning Xiaofan's dazzling light green divine thoughts, it made a shrill sound, as if a steel knife was rubbing against the glass, extremely harsh.

In the eyes of everyone, black waves were overwhelming and rushed towards Ning Xiaofan. Ning Xiaofan released a green magic sword and stabbed into the black wave with one sword, splitting the black wave in half. It was like cutting a cowhide with a knife. Although it was a bit difficult, it still cut it open.

"You actually have such strong mental power? And so concise?"

The Black River God exclaimed incredible.

His soul condensed for hundreds of years is extremely powerful, and his mental power is incredibly huge. But Ning Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness is more concise than him. If you have to compare it, the mental power of ordinary people is tofu, his mental power is a piece of wood, and Ning Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness is a steel knife.

Although it is a bit difficult to cut into the wood, it can still cut a gap. However, when a steel knife is cut into the wood, there is no way to use a steel knife.

This is the case now that the divine thoughts of the Heihe God and Ning Xiaofan collide.

"What a huge mental power." A trace of greed flashed in Ning Xiaofan's eyes.

Although he practiced the "Taishang Soul Refining Chapter", his divine consciousness is now only five kilometers away. The spiritual power of the Heihe God has accumulated for hundreds of years, at least three times that of his. Unfortunately, the Heihe God does not know how to condense his spiritual consciousness, and the means of using mental power are very primitive. Otherwise, he could defeat Ning Xiaofan by relying solely on his mental power.

"It's a pity that this power is in your hands."

Ning Xiaofan shouted lightly and grabbed dozens of wind blades in the air. The dozens of wind blades suddenly condensed into a long hurricane dragon and swept towards the Heihe God.

"No, he used this move to kill Muto Yuhiko."

Ying Mei's face changed violently and she said in a delicate voice.

"Don't worry, Lord Heihe is not Muto Yuhiko." Mahiro Matsushima narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

Although Ning Xiaofan showed very strong strength, he still had confidence in the Heihe God. As long as he was in the shrine, the Heihe God was undefeated, and Ning Xiaofan could at most escape alone.

Sure enough, the Black River God grinned, stretched out his sharp blade-like hands, and hugged the void.

The huge black mist gathered between his claws and finally condensed into a black cyclone. The cyclone was very small at first, but after absorbing the surrounding black fog, it quickly expanded and finally turned into the size of a millstone. It was pushed hard by the Black River God and collided with Ning Xiaofan's hurricane dragon.

"Rumbling."

The two magical magic collided together, just like two mountains colliding with each other, the gravel collapsed and the wreckage was storming everywhere. Countless aftermaths of energy shot out into the surroundings. Matsushima and others quickly released body protection spells, and the qi protected themselves. However, the subordinates of the other shrines were not so lucky. They were cut by many wind blades, and their bodies suddenly turned into several pieces, fell to the ground, wailing.

"Pu"

Yingmei pulled out the little sword and shattered a wind blade that was coming to her. After hesitating for a moment, she actually helped Yukiko Miyamoto block a black fog. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she probably wasn't very optimistic about the battle between the Black River God.

Miyamoto Yukiko stood there, silently glanced at Yingmei, and continued to look into the venue.

Her life and death are entirely determined by this battle.

At this time, the battle in the field had already reached a fever pitch. Ning Xiaofan waved his hand and found spells, falling thunder, wind blade, fireball, green vine, giant wood, and five elements spells. He fired wildly at the Heihe God like a turret.

"Too strong, too strong. This is the Taoist Lord at the peak of magic."

Mahiro Matsushima was fascinated by the sight.

Ning Xiaofan released the spells so quickly, agility, and skillful, just like flowing water. Even Situ Yan was stunned when he saw this scene here. If the sorcerers on Earth wanted to release them, they had to rely on seal techniques, talismans, magic weapons, etc. But Ning Xiaofan almost picked them up at will, and one spell was released one by one, and thunder was rolling, as easy as drinking water. Such power was too terrifying.

In contrast, the Heihe God is a little bit clumsy.

"Bang bang bang!"

Spells hit the black mist.

The aftermath scattered, breaking all the buildings in the Heihe Shrine, and shattering them when they hit them, and they were in a mess.

Although the Black River God occasionally counterattacked, most of the time he spent relying on the black fog he was recruiting to block Ning Xiaofan's spells. If he could not stop it, he could only rely on his body to withstand it. The Black River God has a huge demon body three meters high, which was completely condensed by the power of soul and faith for hundreds of years. It is almost indestructible and comparable to the peak of the master of horizontal training. It was Ning Xiaofan's long wind blade hitting it, and although it pulled out wounds, it quickly repaired it with the supplement of the black fog.

How could the Heihe God stand being beaten like this by Ning Xiaofan? He let out angry roars:

"Ning Xiaoyao, if you have the ability, don't use magic, we will fight face to face."

"I don't believe that you have endless magic power and can be released all the time. And you can't kill me in the shrine!"

As soon as the Heihe Myth finished speaking, Ning Xiaofan suddenly stopped the spell in his hand and smiled faintly:

"Is that true? Then take my punch and take a look."

After Ning Xiaofan finished speaking, he stomped on the ground with a light foot.

"Click!"

The ancient bluestone brick floor was actually stepped on by him, and the hole was one meter wide. From the outside, it was like the footprints of a giant stepping on it, and it was a tiny bit of it.

Ning Xiaofan's body suddenly pulled into a shape of a full bow full of angrily shooting, like Houyi's divine bow that shot down the nine suns. Then he used this rebounding force to shoot out, pulling out numerous phantoms, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

The two were dozens of meters apart, and they were almost crossed by Ning Xiaofan in the blink of an eye. Ning Xiaofan's fist had already hit the Black River God in the chest with one punch before he could react.

The Heihe Divine's body was three meters tall. After being hit by Ning Xiaofan, he first shook his chest and then spread out like water drops. His chest exploded like a shell exploded inside. First, the chest, then the abdomen, thighs, arms, limbs, neck, and all exploded one after another, and finally only one head was left floating there out of thin air.

The whole place was silent, and everyone couldn't believe it. Matsushima and others were stunned, as if they saw a ghost.
Chapter completed!