In the power of the void, the figures of the people disappeared like light and shadow. In more than ten breaths, the figures of the people appeared one after another under the ground of a hundred thousand feet.
Tomb of the Bird, the Underworld!
It was dark, with boundless wilderness in all directions, the sky was overcast and rainy, and the air was dull. But within every thousand feet, there stood an ancient black tower, carved with strange patterns and glowing with faint fire, illuminating the underground world. ,illuminate.
After walking out of the teleportation array, Ning Fan immediately felt a chill coming from his face. It's not that the body is cold, but that the heart is cold...
But the strange thing is that the flow rate of mana in the yin and yang demon veins in the body has doubled under the cold air.
This means that the efficiency of practicing magic here is at least twice as high as that in the outside world!
"This cold air is a bit mysterious..."
Ning Fan shuddered slightly, but as soon as his spiritual thoughts swept away, the chill in his heart disappeared. However, others are not as relaxed as him.
Xue Qing, relying on his initial cultivation of the Golden Pill, was still trembling slightly under the cold air. But the little paper crane and the blue eyebrows were only integrated with spiritual cultivation, and their hair was covered with frost in the cold air.
"Brother Fan, I'm so cold..."
Zhihe whispered, she may not be able to bear the coldness, but she likes to act coquettishly in front of Ning Fan.
"Silly girl...according to what the sect leader said, the second level of cold air will be twice as strong as the first level, and the third level will be double the second level again...You don't want to go down, practice here. , the broken alchemy cauldron and the fire are left here to keep you warm. You take these elixirs... Xue Qing and I will go to the third floor to take a look..."
Ning Fan patted the paper crane Zhen's head with pity, patted the storage bag, and took out the broken alchemy cauldron. After a slight pause, he took out several high-quality fires from the storage bag and threw them into the cauldron. Then, all the elixirs that Yan Bei had given to apologize were left to Zhi He and the other girls.
Each of these fires is above the second level, and there are even third-level spiritual fires, all of which were gifts from ancestor Jingzhuo.
For Ning Fan, these spiritual fires are dispensable, but they are just right for keeping the girls warm.
He did not take out the Black Demon Flame to keep warm... Firstly, the power of the Black Demonic Flame was too violent. If Ning Fan was not around, the power of the earthly demonic fire would lose its suppression, something might happen... Secondly, Ning Fan decided to stay here , completely swallowing the black demonic flames!
It is not difficult to swallow the black demon flames and integrate them into the "Black Demon Art" technique. It is not difficult for Ning Fan to reach the half-step golden elixir level! And the power of fire spells will be even more terrifying!
This place is extremely cold and cold, which meets one of the three conditions for swallowing the black demonic flames. The conditions for the exercise are also met, and the heart-protecting elixir is fully prepared. Ning Fan decided to go to the third floor of the Underworld Tomb, firstly to see the alchemy demon Xue Qing mentioned, and secondly, naturally to devour the black demon flames!
In the drizzle, Ning Fan and Xue Qing's figures walked farther and farther through the mud. The spiritual fires in the broken alchemy cauldron reflected in the eyes of Zhihe and Lanmei, turning into a hint of warmth, while Si Wuxie stared at the broken alchemy cauldron, feeling vaguely familiar...
"I have seen this cauldron...where is it?"
...
There were no ghosts on the first floor of the Underworld Tomb, and the coldness was unable to cause any harm to Ning Fan. And the continuous drizzle was like a wisp... Ning Fan walked in the rain curtain and gradually discovered that the surrounding scenery had a hint of meaning in it.
Very, very faint... the meaning of virtual god...
Feeling this hint of False God's intention, Ning Fan couldn't help but withdraw his magic power and let the rain wet his robes.
"Master, there is rain falling on the first to ninth floors of this underworld tomb. It is extremely cold and seeps into people... It is best to protect yourself with magic..." Xue Qing said respectfully.
"It doesn't matter...although the rain is cold, this coldness has great benefits..."
Ning Fan closed his eyes and walked in the rain. His original mood of rushing to the third floor was gradually diluted by the rain.
This rain seems to evoke memories and depression in people's hearts. This is the monk above the gods, the magical power of divine will!
Scenes of past events emerge before our eyes, and our state of mind is rising at an undetectable speed in the rain. This rain can nourish people's hearts...
His expression remained calm, but a hint of shock gradually rose in his heart.
The upper realm ancestor of the Ghost Bird Sect was so highly cultivated that he left behind the divine will of rain, which has not dissipated after countless thousands of years, and can even nourish people's hearts.
The dense sound of rain seemed to condense into an old voice at the moment when Ning Fan's heart was as calm as water, ringing in Ning Fan's ears.
"Rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth. The process of flowing in between is the life of rain..."
This sentence, with a sigh, was hidden in the false meaning of the rain... When Ning Fan's heart stopped, he heard this sigh.
"well said!"
He suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at the rain! Witnessing the path of raindrops, I felt thoughtful. After a moment, he showed an inexplicable smile and walked quickly through the rain curtain.
"Xue Qing, let's go to the second floor and watch the rain!"
"yes!"
The edge of the first floor of the Underworld Tomb cannot be seen, but somewhere, there is a huge pit of thousands of feet. The pit is dark and deep, which is the entrance to the second floor.
Ning Fan and Ning Fan jumped into the huge pit one after another, and a feeling of weightlessness suddenly appeared in their hearts. The giant pit seemed to be restricted by some mysterious force.
The two of them fell like meteors, but below them, there was a rain pond as big as a thousand feet. This rain pond is quite mysterious. The force of falling is unparalleled, but when it is blocked by the rain from the rain pond, it disappears immediately.
The power of the forbidden air dissipated, and Ning Fan and Xue Qing took several steps in the air, flew out of the rain pond, and stood on the bank.
It was still raining all around, and in the darkness all around, blood-red beast eyes were faintly flashing.
"On the second floor of the Underworld Tomb, there are some spirit-melting monsters... This place is no longer suitable for cultivation... Master, let's go to the third floor quickly and don't get entangled with these monsters..."
Xue Qing looked at the eyes in the darkness in the distance with deep fear. There were hundreds of those gazes, and each gaze showed the spirit-melting cultivation level.
Hundreds of spirit-melting monsters attacked together. Even Xue Qing could not protect himself... he could only escape.
But upon closer inspection, Xue Qing could see a hint of fear and apprehension in those beastly eyes.
"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to get close... This rain pond is interesting... Does the rain in the underworld all come from this rain pond... This place is so rich in the meaning of the virtual god!"
Ning Fan's gaze always fell on the rain pond, but he saw that in the rain pond, which was thousands of feet square, not only rain was rising, but also clouds were steaming, and the fairy clouds with extremely high aura once again condensed into illusory shapes.
His eyes swept across the fairy clouds... These fairy clouds were born with shapes. Each one was engraved with two cloud patterns, and each one was of sufficient quality to refine the natal fairy cloud. However, each one was engraved with two cloud patterns. Clouds are all illusory, they all condense and dissipate in a moment...
And suddenly, his eyes narrowed!
Among all the illusory fairy clouds, there is only one that condenses and never disperses!
This cloud seems to have been created by the rain in the rain pond for countless years. Why it has condensed and not dispersed, Ning Fan doesn't know. The reason why other fairy clouds shattered as soon as they formed is because this cloud took away the cloud energy and used it to create cloud patterns on the clouds.
"Four-patterned Immortal Cloud...and the quality of the cloud is high, even higher than the Bai Feiteng Cloud...If you can get this cloud..."
Ning Fan's heart felt slightly moved. The practice of escape can't be improved in a day and a half, but the immortal cloud... If you get the four-line immortal cloud, and even practice the immortal cloud of your own life, with this cloud alone, under the Nascent Soul, you can catch up with your escape speed Yes, rare!
He took a step forward and climbed onto the rain pond again to catch the clouds in the distance. Just taking a step forward, he suddenly thought of something and took it back.
No, the cloud will not take away the cloud energy by itself... Something is helping this cloud to take away the cloud energy from other fairy clouds... There is something hidden above the rain pond...
Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts quietly sneaked into the rain pond. Immediately, a trace of severe cold power froze his spiritual thoughts! And with a startling glance, Ning Fan seemed to see the shadow of a giant beast from the rain pond...
There was a hint of shock in his eyes. His spiritual thoughts had condensed into sword thoughts, but they were still frozen... What kind of ferocious beast was hiding under the rain pond that had such cold power?
And that monster, could it be... a Nascent Soul-level monster? !
This cloud cannot be taken away...Although treasures are precious, they must be enjoyed with a life.
He withdrew his fiery gaze and said to Xue Qing, "Let's go to the third floor..."
"I can't leave..." Ning Fan responded with a wry smile from Xue Qing.
However, the monsters that were originally hidden in the darkness came out one by one with red eyes. There are hundreds of monsters, all of which are at the spirit-melting level. They all look weird, with a strong demonic aura, white skin, four legs, bloody eyes and one horn, and a long tail, like a cold whip with an undercut.
"Rainmon?"
Ning Fan was slightly surprised. This monster seemed to have only appeared in ancient times. He didn't expect that some of them could be seen here.
But no matter how many rain beasts there are, Ning Fan is not afraid at all... His sword sense and sword thoughts are best at dealing with groups of enemies. As long as there are no golden elixir intermediate monsters among these rain beasts, no matter how many they come, it will be in vain...
For a moment, Ning Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he was about to use his sword thought, but something strange happened suddenly!
But inside the rain pond, a vague divine thought was looming, and after all the rain beasts felt this divine thought, their eyes disappeared with blood red, and they whimpered a few times, as if they were trying to please someone. Disperse.
This divine thought has reached the intensity of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. Xue Qing didn't feel it, but Ning Fan felt it a little bit.
He looked solemnly at the rain pond, becoming more convinced that there was something powerful hidden in the rain pond...
Curious... But Ning Fan would not be stupid enough to investigate. Curiosity is the most important thing in the world of cultivation!
"Leave?! Master, what did you do!"
Xue Qing was puzzled. The rain beasts were about to attack just now, but when Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, they all fled.
Xue Qing naturally gave Ning Fan the credit for scaring off the rain beast, and he was even more respectful to Ning Fan.
"I haven't done anything... Let's go to the third floor. It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Ning Fan glanced at the rain pond with an incomprehensible and fearful gaze. Bathed in the rain, the two of them hurried to the third floor of the Underworld Tomb.
After Ning Fan left, a girl's voice of dissatisfaction came from the rain pond.
"That old man, wasn't he scared away last time? Why is he here again this time...and this human being...what kind of spell did he want to cast just now? Why do I feel that he is going to kill all the 'Rain Babies' in an instant? ...Hmph, just now he was looking at me, 'Sister Yun', with evil intentions... They are going to the third floor... Do you want to scare them... Hehe... "
After the girl laughed evilly, a line of blue ice light shot out from the rain pond and flew away without a trace.
