Obtaining ten Ningluo Fruits made the Ningluo Tree Spirit find it unbelievable. Ning Fan, after obtaining the Ningluo Fruits, spent three days in seclusion in the heart of the tree on the ninth floor of the Ningluo Tomb.
The injuries from the fire spirit attack have healed.
The state of mind invaded by the power of confusion calms down.
After a long time, Ning Fan gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, waved his palms, and took out the fiery red demon pills, his eyes showing brilliant light.
"Fire Spirit Demon Pill... Demon Pill, human monks must not take it directly. They can only make it into pills and take it. However, the 'Five Spirit Demon Pill' is an exception... Metal, wood, water, fire and earth are among the five origins. Spirits, if they develop spiritual intelligence and form monsters, their demon pills can be swallowed directly by monks, but there are limitations on their cultivation level... If a monk wants to swallow the five spirit demon pills, his cultivation level must be higher than that of the demon pills. Lord, it is higher than a great realm..."
Ning Fan was slightly silent. The Fire Spirit Demon Pill in front of him was one of the Five Spirit Demon Pills. It was sought after by countless golden elixir peak cultivators and even Nascent Soul cultivators... If he were to refine it himself, he would be unable to do it due to insufficient cultivation. It can only be counterattacked by the demon pill... And even if I can refine the demon pill, now its mana has reached the highest point before the pill was formed, and it cannot be improved any further...
Ning Fan sighed slightly, but his thoughts suddenly changed.
If I can't refine it myself, can the black-clothed incarnation be able to refine it?
The black-clothed incarnation has the same strength as the original god. It is at the half-step Nascent Soul level, and can be completely separated from the body... If he stays on the ninth floor of the underworld and refines the fire spirit demon pill, he might be able to survive in the underworld. In the grave, reach the strength of Nascent Soul!
Stay in the underworld and break through the Nascent Soul! The strength of the incarnation, after all, comes from the power of spiritual thoughts. The improvement of the power of divine thoughts has small bottlenecks, but there is no big bottleneck at the level of the pill formation bottleneck... There are so many people who can break through the Nascent Soul with spiritual thoughts. With the help of Fire Spirit Demon Pill, three months is enough! And when the divine mind breaks through the Nascent Soul, the black-clothed incarnation will possess the strength of the Nascent Soul level and sweep across the Yue Kingdom!
Ning Fan's eyes moved. If his spiritual thoughts formed the Nascent Soul, even if he had not formed the elixir, with his black-clothed incarnation, he would be able to fight against a real Nascent Soul master!
But immediately, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes... The black-clothed child had two safety issues that he had to consider.
First of all, it is very suitable to form a baby in black clothes and swallow the fire spirit demon pill in the crater of the volcano. Under the power of fourth-grade fire, the aura is overwhelming, which can definitely increase the chance of forming a baby... But this place is underworld. Luo Shujing's territory. Although Ming Luo's hostility towards Ning Fan has been reduced a lot, the so-called human heart is unpredictable, and in retreat in Ming Luo's territory... Ning Fan cannot guarantee that Ming Luo will not change his mind and take action against him.
There is a solution to this problem... He still has a trace of his true soul. Originally, when Ning Fan asked for the true soul, he had some deceptive intentions. He said he wanted the true soul, but he did not promise to return the true soul to Ming Luo after curing Ming Que!
I'm afraid that before leaving Ming Luo's tomb, Ming Luo asks for the true soul, and Ning Fan will stand leisurely on the first floor of Ming Luo's tomb, in the teleportation array, bargaining with Ming Luo's clone who is weak enough to open the pulse, and use his true soul. Get some benefits in exchange.
Ming Luo sneak attacked Ning Fan first, and Ning Fan deceived him once, but it was offset.
But then, Ming Luo opened a Ming Luo illusion for Ning Fan... This incident can be regarded as canceling out the previous sneak attack, and Ning Fan, no matter how thick-skinned he is, is too embarrassed to treat Ming Luo at this juncture. Make a threat.
The last trace of this true soul's function is gone... But if it is not returned to Ming Luo for the time being, as a guarantee for the avatar to retreat in the grave of the underworld... then this true soul still has great use!
In this way, the safety problem of the black-clothed avatars' babies was solved... However, half of the avatars were left in the grave, and only the white-robed avatars left... Three months later, the Jiyin Sect attacked Ningcheng. With the white-robed avatars, it was... It is difficult to compete with Ziyin Laomo and others.
The incarnation in white inherits the cultivation and physical body, and the incarnation in black inherits the sea of consciousness and sword thought.
Black clothes stay in the underworld, while white clothes can still perceive with spiritual thoughts, but they can no longer use the heaven-defying method of sword thought... If black clothes can break through Nascent Soul before the attack of Jiyin Gate, the situation of the battle can be reversed... If Heiyi breaks through the Nascent Soul and encounters an accident, then he will use Baiyi's peak spirit-melting cultivation to compete with Ziyin Old Demon's half-step Nascent Soul strength... There are many dangers involved in this matter.
Ning Fan swept his mind towards the volcano and frowned... The volcano burning with fourth-grade spiritual fire, because of the massacre of fire spirits by the black clothes, killed tens of thousands of them before he managed to get hundreds of demon pills... .This incident caused the volcano to begin to extinguish. If you missed this retreat, swallowed the Fire Spirit Demon Pill and gave birth to a baby, there is no such a good place for retreat... Not everywhere in the world has a sea of fire-like fourth-grade spiritual fire, waiting for you!
After all, a small fourth-grade spiritual fire can be sold for a sky-high price if placed outside!
"This volcanic fire is not fire at first, but is transformed by demonic power. It cannot be brought out of the underworld, and it begins to extinguish as the fire spirit kills... If you miss this opportunity, black clothes will break through the Nascent Soul, and you will face countless difficulties. , if black clothes give birth to a baby, white clothes will face many dangers..."
"That's all, let's find a compromise... The black clothes will have a baby here, and the white clothes will leave the grave and return to Ningcheng. If the black clothes have not yet given birth to a baby when Ningcheng is attacked... then give up the baby. If you have the chance, let Heiyi return to Ningcheng!"
Ning Fan made a secret in his mind and immediately slapped the Tianling. In a flash of light, he separated into two bodies dressed in white and black.
Black-clothed and white-clothed had a tacit understanding. He took away all the demon elixirs and without any further advice, he directly held a trace of the demon soul and headed straight towards the extinguishing volcano.
Baiyi, on the other hand, pondered for a moment, then patted his storage bag, took out a Mingluo Fruit, and pondered silently.
This Mingluo fruit is no more than the size of a lychee, with a rough surface, just like the surface of the cave stars in ancient memories. But traces of colorful lines are densely covered on it, shining with dim light, rippling with the power of dreams.
The Ningluo Fruit, also known as the Dream Fruit... Consuming one can allow a monk to achieve a state of mind for fifty years... The way to improve his state of mind is to use the Ningluo Fruit to enter a dream... A dream is nothing to the outside world. One night has passed, but in the dream, fifty years have passed... Fifty years of dreams are not enough to improve your cultivation by half, but it can calm your mind!
"Since I have been cultivating demons, my cultivation has improved very quickly, but my state of mind is a flaw... The state of mind can only be accumulated through time and cannot be obtained through pills... Apart from the Mingluo Fruit, there is probably nothing else in the world. , can have the magical effect of improving the mood... I want to take the first Mingluo fruit in the underworld grave!"
Ning Fan, who was dressed in white, smiled slightly, took the Mingluo Fruit into his mouth, and bit it into pieces.
And a colorful dreamy power immediately made Ning Fan's eyelids sink and he fell into a dream.
...
Dream.
In the Ning family of Haining, a three-year-old child with blank eyes was led into the servant house of the Ning family.
Beside the Cuitang River, which is as green as emerald, in Haining City, countless children were led into the Ning family with similarly confused eyes.
All the children, most of them orphans and beggars, were found by the monks of the Ning family from all over the country of Wu, their memories were erased, and they were brought into the Ning family as children of the Ning family. Those with the qualifications to cultivate immortality are called 'young masters', while those with stupid qualifications are reduced to 'servants', the adopted sons of servants.
A three-year-old child, following a skinny middle-aged man, was submissive. The middle-aged man said indifferently with a snobbish look.
"From today on, your name is 'Ning Fan', and you are my adopted son, Ning Daniu. Before you, I also adopted an adopted son, one year younger than you, named 'Ning Gu'..."
"oh..."
The three-year-old child responded carefully. When he heard 'Ning Fan', he felt it was very familiar. When he heard 'Ning Gu', he felt a little sad.
He didn't understand, he didn't understand what this was like, he was just a three-year-old child.
As he thought about it, the child named Ning Fan couldn't help but stop and stood there stupidly, with blank eyes.
"Why, I want to be called Ning Fan... Can you not call me this name? Mom said, my surname is 'Yun'..."
"Hiss! How can a three-year-old child, whose memory has been wiped, still remember his previous life... Humph, please ask Master Immortal to wipe your memory again later. This time, it must be more thorough..."
Ning Daniu was so shocked that he couldn't remember his original name after his memory was erased by the immortal master. The child in front of him was the first...
His eyes moved. The child in front of him must be a monster...otherwise, how could it be possible?
While he was thinking, a young man in white clothes and a black cloak walked gently behind him.
Although the young man was thin, there was no breath in his steps. He was obviously a monk, not a mortal.
"Ning...Ning Daniu, pay your respects to Grandpa Immortal Master!"
In Ning Daniu's eyes, all monks are immortal masters!
Ning Daniu made a plop and knelt down to the young man. He was afraid, very afraid. He once saw with his own eyes that an immortal master killed a mountain of 207 bandits one by one... The immortal master was a revered existence in the Wu Kingdom. Even the ancestor of the Ning family was very respectful to the immortal master. In terms of courtesy, he would rather be a bull than an immortal.
But the young monk didn't even look at Ning Daniu, but his eyes fell on the child Ning Fan with reminiscence.
"Is your name Ning Fan? What a good name... You said your surname is Yun?"
"Yeah." The kid responded obediently. For some reason, the child had an instinctive feeling of closeness to the boy in front of him.
"Ning Fan... Maybe your real name is Yun Fan... Haha, I didn't expect that after refining a Ming Luo Fruit, I could see this trace of memory from the depths of my memory... But, knowing my original surname, and How about it? All the people adopted by the Ning family are orphans. After all, you have no father or mother. There is no difference between your surname Yun and your surname Ning." The young man sighed.
"Oh..." Ning Fan nodded, although he didn't understand a word of what the uncle in front of him said.
After the young man sighed, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his aura was as wild as a mist!
"Let me ask you, do you have the heart to defy heaven and conquer the world!"
"I...I don't understand..." The child seemed to suddenly remember something and showed fear.
"That's all. The first Mingluo Fruit, your heart is too immature, it's not the time to return to Haining and kill the demon in your heart."
The young man sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and under Ning Daniu's shocked eyes, took Ning Fan with him and disappeared without a trace.
The dream is broken.
When the dream came back together, what was in front of him was a deserted land, and what was reappearing were the scenes of the Demonic Forest.
"For fifty years, you have to watch me kill people..."
The young man took the child and stepped into the forest of monsters and began the endless killing!
As for the child, when he saw blood and broken limbs for the first time, he was so scared that he fainted and vomited countless times, but his immature heart matured again and again!
In fifty years, young people and children have not had a single conversation.
In fifty years, the young man's sword destroyed countless ghosts...but every time the ghosts died, they would reunite. There is no way to kill them all, because this is a dream.
Loneliness, exhaustion, and numbness to killing... The child's eyes gradually showed courage and coldness.
"I don't know if I have the intention to defy heaven and conquer the world at this moment... I don't know if I may kill my love at this moment!" The child's tone was childish, but his expression was as cold as a murderous god!
Then, fifty years of killings and broken dreams!
...
On the ninth floor of the Underworld Tomb, in the world in the heart of the tree, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of exhaustion and vicissitudes in his eyes.
In the outside world, it was just one night, but in the dream, it was really fifty years of loneliness and killing.
He closed his eyes and calmed down his mind for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he swept away the fatigue and vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were completely different from those before entering the tomb of the underworld!
The state of mind has been improved for fifty years!
However, he was not happy at all, only sighed.
"It's not enough... I don't have the heart to defy the heaven and conquer the world... So, if I don't cut off my feelings, I can't form a pill! But I, I won't cut off my feelings!"
(Thanks to cay and Xingye for the tip... I'm sick and slept until 11 o'clock today. The update is late. Sorry)
