Inside the Ming Tomb, Xiao Mingque held a large bag of pill pills in his hand, with a slight reluctance in his eyes, looking in the direction above the ninth floor of the Ming Tomb, in a daze.
During the three months, Little Mingque had already woken up and was always by Heiyi's side, protecting him.
What she didn't understand was that Ning Fan, dressed in black, was too cold and never gave her a smile. Just to beg Xiao Mingque, Heiyi still made pills to let Mingque know... Although his face is cold, his temperament is still gentle.
"Brother Pancake is gone...I can't bear to eat these Dancake Pancakes..."
Mingque's little heart felt a little blocked, and tears fell from her eyes. She suddenly panicked.
"Grandpa, why do I have to pee in my eyes..." she said anxiously.
"Silly girl, this is not peeing, this is tears... If you miss someone too much, you will shed tears. If you miss a family, if you miss them too much, you will shed tears..." The short old man Ming Luo said, There was a look of admiration in his eyes.
"Tears, what are they? What is longing...what is home?" Mingque's heart suddenly tightened when the word 'home' flashed across her face.
"Home...home is a place that even if you are far away from home, you still have to care about it...Your home should be this graveyard. And grandpa's home, haha, is in a place far, far away... .A place called 'Tree Realm'... Haha, that Ning Fan is quite talented. When he merged with his spirit, he separated his incarnation and cultivated his incarnation to the position of Nascent Soul... Even though this boy is in the Tree Realm, He can be regarded as a proud person..."
"..." Ming Que tilted her little head and took a bite of the Koudan pancake. She didn't understand the sadness of the Mingluo tree spirit.
However, she vaguely felt that what Ming Luo said was wrong. Her home should not be in Ming Fen...
Recently, Mingque always has a dream. In the dream, his name is Sicang, and he has a 'home' far, far away. It seems that there is also a 'home' not too far away...
"Grandpa, I want to leave the underworld..." When the word 'Sicang' flashed through her mind, she suddenly felt a little sad. It was a feeling that she could not understand at all.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Don't say that this underworld tomb has special means to restrict the monsters in it from leaving. You can't leave at all. Even if you can leave... You know, you are a pill demon! It is made of fifth-turn pills. Spirit, there is a chance to cultivate it into a nine-level or higher elixir! If you leave the underworld and lose the protection of grandpa, the human race outside will eat you! Those human races are not as afraid of you as the monsters in the underworld. .." Ming Luo's expression changed drastically and he scolded.
"Oh..." Mingque responded in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking, but there was a question in his mind.
Are humans really scary?
Brother Pancake, isn’t it great?
That old man Xue Qing, although he is timid, is not terrible, right?
Moreover, those living beings kneeling before me in the dream...their pious eyes, are they really terrifying?
"I still want to leave the Underworld Grave..." She said softly in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud.
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All this happened after Ning Fan, dressed in black, left the Underworld Grave.
At this moment, Ning Fan has merged the two incarnations and returned to his former appearance.
White clothes and black cloaks coexist, smiles resonate with murderous intent, ice and fire burn in the immortal veins, good and evil, gods and demons change in his eyes.
White clothes are like gods, black clothes are like demons, yin and yang are one! Everything is secretly in line with the principles of Yin and Yang Dao!
Thousands of miles away from Ningcheng, there is an ancient battlefield full of ruins. This is the place where Jing Zhuo and Su Qiu chased the black corpse.
The shadow of the Zhuxian Sword was about to dissipate, but the black corpse, relying on various means, managed to come back to life under the sword's energy!
Seriously injured! Black blood everywhere! But his gaze was even more sinister, and this serious injury, although it knocked down his corpse demon realm, made his state of mind greatly improve!
Ancestor Jing Zhuo was speechless after breaking the sword shadow. Even if he fell into the Immortal Killing Sword Qi, he would probably die. I really don't know how Ning Fan used that sword Qi. As for the strength of the black corpse, he once again raised his awareness.
As the sword shadow was broken, Jing Zhuo's hair immediately stood up. The reason why he didn't leave was because he wanted to kill the black corpse after it was seriously injured.
If the black corpse can be killed, there will be no need to flee to other countries. The Yue Kingdom will avoid the danger of destruction, and the Huoyun Sect will avoid the danger of overthrow.
He could give Huoyun Sect to Ning Fan casually because he saw that Ning Fan would treat Huoyun Sect well, but in his heart, he still had great feelings for Huoyun Sect.
"Fairy Suqiu, let's take action together to kill this demon..." Jing Zhuo said via voice transmission.
"No, he's here..." Su Qiu raised her bright eyes, looked at the sky, and smiled sweetly.
Ning Fan's figure was hundreds of miles away. If Xi Jingzhuo didn't release his spiritual thoughts with all his strength, he wouldn't be able to feel Ning Fan's aura at all.
But Su Qiu felt it, first the woman's special induction, and then, the spiritual induction.
Sure enough, the black corpse broke through the sword shadow, smashed the four illusory sword shadows in the sky one by one, and stood on the sky without looking at Jing Zhuo and others on the ground.
He was seriously injured, but it wouldn't be too difficult to destroy Jingzhuo, because he still had endless cards!
It's just that his heart has been filled with hatred. The scene is indestructible, there is no hindrance, and there is only one person who must be killed. At this moment, there is only one person in his heart... That is Ning Fan, who is approaching in the flash of black light!
"Ning Fan! It turns out you are a Nascent Soul cultivator! So, it's not surprising that Tian Yizi was destroyed by you!" Black Corpse laughed angrily.
"..."
Ning Fan, who came rushing for help, was still dressed as before, standing high in the air, not talking to the black corpse at all, only looking at the ground, and smiling at Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo.
"Thank you for your hard work... I will handle the rest of the matter. You guys should stay away..."
This sound was ethereal, but its power was stronger than Jing Zhuo! This is the true power of Nascent Soul!
But the strange thing is that the cultivation magic power displayed by Ning Fan is only half a step of the golden elixir.
Jing Zhuo hesitated slightly, but immediately pulled away.
He still remembered the old man's divination, and it was easy for Ning Fan to kill him, Jing Zhuo. Before, he believed half of it, but now, he believed 90% of it!
Su Qiu, on the other hand, looked at Ning Fan in the sky, raised her head, and smiled movingly.
"The safety of the country of Yue is left to you... little guy."
This Suqiu seems to like to rely on her old age to show off. But this smile is indeed ten thousand times more delicate than that of ordinary girls.
This smile is something that a certain Nascent Soul master from the Rain Palace would find hard to find.
The two left.
On this ancient battlefield, only Ning Fan and Black Corpse were left.
Ning Fan's gaze faintly swept over the black corpse. He was worried and had more than 90% chance of winning!
The formation of a baby in black only meant that his spiritual consciousness reached the early stage of Nascent Soul. It did not give Ning Fan a substantial leap in his magic power, but it gave Ning Fan two great magical powers!
One is teleportation, and this black light teleportation is extremely weird. It does not consume mana, but consumes the power of spiritual thoughts. Even so, it has already reached the teleportation speed of ordinary Yuanying monks. And Ning Fan had a guess. If he, who was dressed in white, also broke through the Nascent Soul stage and mastered the secret technique of mana teleportation, then the black and white teleportation would be superimposed, and his teleportation speed would be far higher than that of monks of the same level!
The second is Mo Liu's distraction technique, which is the magical power of the black-clothed body to explode into tens of thousands or even black sword thoughts.
This magical power has the same principle as Sword Thought, but its power is enough to injure a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. He even destroyed Tian Yizi with one move before.
The reason why Tian Yizi was able to destroy him was not only because Tian Yizi himself was just a golden elixir, which was only filled with mana from the early stage of Nascent Soul, and his realm was insufficient. At the same time, it also reflects from the side how powerful this ink flow distraction technique is!
Even after comprehending the Moliu Divination Technique, Ning Fan's sword thoughts were filled with a hint of black, which slightly increased the power of his sword thoughts.
Two magical powers, one to escape and one to attack, gave Ning Fan a qualitative leap in strength. The only regret is that Ning Fan's magic power is too weak after all, so he cannot fight for a long time and must fight quickly.
This is also the reason why Hei Yi did not hesitate to use his strongest magical power when facing Tian Yizi before. His magic power is limited, so he must succeed with one sword!
Ning Fan patted the storage bag and took out a bottle of Kuming Dan. He didn't care about the bitterness of the pill and swallowed a dozen pills. The remaining ten pills were held in his mouth and he was not in a hurry to swallow them.
With the speed of refining the medicinal power of the Yin and Yang Demonic Veins, he could definitely fight and restore his mana at the same time. Although after replenishing his mana in this way, he was still a world away from the black corpse.
But Ning Fan has a 90% chance of winning and can kill this corpse demon!
This is a kind of confidence! A kind of momentum that a Nascent Soul monk dominates the world!
The power of the Immortal Emperor is only power after all. It lacks Ning Fan's own realm understanding, so it lacks power... Without power, no matter how strong the power is, it is just false. Could a fox pretending to be a tiger's power actually hurt someone?
But the power at this moment, although it is only Nascent Soul, is far inferior to the Luangu Emperor, but this power is real and belongs to Ning Fan. This murderous aura was also obtained by Ning Fan through fighting all the way!
"Your Excellency is the descendant of the Corpse Demon Lineage, and Ning is the descendant of the Yin-Yang Demon Lineage... In this case, you can die with peace of mind." Ning Fan's eyes changed, and his murderous intent rose to its peak.
Suddenly he opened his mouth, and nine dragons of black fire swept across the world, covering the sky with black flames!
"Yin Yang Demonic Vein? What kind of demonic vein is that... Wait, this is the Earthly Demonic Fire, the real Earthly Demonic Fire!" Black Corpse's expression changed drastically. He never expected that the Ning Fan in front of him had such Demon fire.
Even when he was at his peak, it was extremely difficult for him to withstand the earthly fire. What's more, now that he had lost Tian Yizi's magic container and his body was seriously injured, it would be extremely dangerous to resist this fire with his body!
"Since you are so angry...that's all, I admit defeat and leave Ningcheng and the Yue Kingdom!" Black Corpse's eyes felt weak for the first time. At this moment, he was in a worse situation than others. No matter how deep his hatred was, he could not suppress it for the time being. Next, let’s look for opportunities to retaliate in the future.
But the one who responded to the black corpse was Ning Fan, an indifferent voice.
"Dragon Whirlpool Fire, first turn, second turn, third turn, fourth turn!"
In almost a moment, the black flames all over the sky turned into a huge whirlpool of flames, sucking the black corpse into it.
This power of the vortex was extremely weird. The black corpse tried to teleport away with little mana, but was surprised to find that his body could not break free from the power of the vortex!
Star Vortex, can reverse the attack!
Fire whirlpool, can lock teleportation!
The word "whirlpool" implies the ultimate principle of a circle, and the way of heaven is a circle, and the sun is a circle! The power of everything related to the circle must not be underestimated!
Sinking into the whirlpool, the black corpse had to use the few remaining mana to submerge itself into the body and forcibly resist the power of the fire.
Although the fire of the fourth-turn Dragon Whirlpool is powerful, it is only enough to hurt the middle or even late stages of Golden Core. To him, it is like scratching an itch.
If the corpse were not afraid of flames, he would not even be able to resist the black demonic flames.
"Although I can withstand this fire, once my magic power is exhausted and there is no container to replenish it, I will be seriously injured in the fire... Today, it is best to escape first!" He patted the storage bag in the flames, and immediately, The refining corpse, with its veins opened and its spirit melted, ran out of the storage bag and rushed straight into the sea of fire. It was immediately engulfed by the sea of fire, but in the end, the power of the flames was consumed.
Hundreds of refining corpses were consumed, and the fire of the fourth dragon whirlpool was easily and effortlessly broken by the black corpse. It broke a gap and immediately retreated.
Ning Fan, who was far away, saw this scene and his eyes narrowed...Today, you must not let this devil go, otherwise you will definitely get revenge for this devil's ruthless personality!
"The fifth turn!"
His face turned slightly pale, and he forcibly activated the fifth turn of Dragon Whirlpool Fire... The fifth turn, even though his divine will had broken through the early stage of Nascent Soul, he was still extremely reluctant to use it. All his magic power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was consumed rapidly. Empty, more than a dozen pills were taken into the abdomen, and the potency of the medicine turned into mana, but the mana was immediately consumed, and it still seemed to be insufficient. And Ning Fan immediately bit into two pieces of Kuming Dan in his mouth. With the bitter taste, he barely had enough mana to support the fifth Dragon Spin!
In the fifth turn of the dragon whirlpool, the flame whirlpool attracted a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and the power of the fire increased several times. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator would be injured if he was rashly drawn into this whirlpool!
The black corpse, which had almost escaped from the flames, was immediately sucked back by the whirlpool. As soon as the five-turn fire burned him, he immediately screamed miserably.
"Ning Fan! Don't force me!"
"Hmph, I won't force you, I'll just kill you!"
"Okay! Let me show you, what does it mean to destroy the country with thousands of corpses!" The black corpse trembled with anger, shook the black bag, and nearly a thousand giant fusion spirit flying corpses flew out of it, threw themselves into the flames, and exploded one after another, killing the first The five-turn dragon whirlpool fire exploded!
And then, he refused to stop and turned the black bag over completely. Nearly six thousand Pulse Refining Corpses, two thousand Fusion Souls, and one hundred Golden Pills all emitted rotten stench, dispersed the flames, and rushed towards Ning Fan!
Ning Fan's eyes changed, thousands of corpses! This black corpse's reputation of "destroying the country with thousands of corpses" is actually true!
But so what if there are thousands of corpses... Ning Fan closed his eyes for a moment and started again, with the sword light flashing in his eyes!
At this moment, the murderous intention in his body completely transformed into the awe-inspiring ability to destroy all the ghosts in the forest of monsters alone!
"Destroy!"
He said a faint word, and a sword thought exuding a dark aura spread out vertically and horizontally!
All the corpses wrapped in the sword thoughts, those with the cultivation of pulses and spiritual integration, were directly minced into flesh by the sword energy.
Of the one hundred golden elixir-refined corpses, seventy-three golden elixir-refined corpses in the early stages were cut off at the waist!
As for the corpse refining in the middle and late stages of the golden elixir, even if they don't die, they are still seriously injured by the sweep of the sword.
The so-called ten thousand corpses were destroyed by Ning Fan's spell!
At this moment, Black Corpse's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Ning Fan actually had the rumored Sword Sense and Sword Mind!
If he had known this earlier, he would definitely not have sent out corpse refining to besiege Ning Fan. At most, he would have used corpse refining in the middle and late stages of the golden elixir to deal with Ning Fan!
Sword reading is a nightmare for corpse and soul refining monks!
"You actually have Sword Mind! You are definitely not some bullshit Yin-Yang Demonic Vein. You are the Divine Vein of Swords, and you are a member of the sword world! I'll fight you!"
The black corpse's eyes suddenly showed a crazy look, as if he had a deep hatred for the people in the sword world. But all this has nothing to do with Ning Fan!
Under the control of the black corpse, the twenty-seven slightly injured mid- to late-stage golden elixir-refined corpses flew in one after another, making strange roars, and seemed to be about to self-destruct one by one, intending to die together with Ning Fan!
Ning Fan teleported and flew thousands of feet away, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.
The fifth turn of the dragon whirlpool is already his limit, but it is not enough to destroy the black corpse... So, the only way is to give it a try!
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the black demonic flames in front of him, causing the black demonic flames to immediately increase in fire power, but there was still an infinite distance before the sixth turn of the dragon whirlpool.
Being bullied by the Refined Corpse again, Ning Fan teleported away and sprayed three mouthfuls of blood. His face turned pale, but his fire power had not yet reached the sixth level.
"Not enough, come again!"
With a teleport, he distanced himself again. This time, Ning Fan punched his chest hard, his breath weakened crazily, and mouthfuls of essence and blood sprayed on the black demonic flames as if lifeless.
The fire of the dragon whirlpool danced violently and turned into a huge flame dragon that stretched thousands of feet, and that huge whirlpool was the mouth of the fire dragon!
At this moment, the spiritual power of hundreds of thousands of miles across the entire Yue Kingdom seemed to be mobilized by this spell.
The monks were stunned, looking at the illusory black dragon's shadow in the sky, and were horrified.
In the black shadow, there was a trace of the true dragon's demonic power, which gradually took shape. At the moment when the demonic power took shape, the fire dragon's eyes suddenly revealed an agility of indifference and contempt for the common people!
The sixth turn of the dragon whirlpool can completely condense the shadow of a real dragon with magic! The level of this technique can only be understood by monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, and the power of this technique is performed by Ning Fan. Even if his level is low, it is more than enough to seriously injure the black corpse!
"Madman, this is... madman! He wants to fight me desperately, why! I have a deep hatred for him!" Black Corpse felt a hint of fear. If he were an ordinary monk and saw that Black Corpse was difficult to deal with, he would definitely give up and make peace. He would be cautious. For the best.
But Ning Fan simply wanted to fight the black corpse until death!
The whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth by flames. In just a moment, Black Corpse immediately felt that his body, which he was proud of, began to melt rapidly.
Unless you are in full strength, you can barely compete with this sixth dragon fire. If you are trapped in the fire at this moment, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.
"die!"
Ning Fan's energy was like a gossamer, so much essence and blood spurted out. The injuries he received were too serious, but he would do anything to destroy the black corpse!
Under its control, the black fire dragon opened its mouth and roared, spitting out countless black fireballs. The fireballs exploded outside the bodies of the golden elixir-refined corpses, turning into flame whirlpools. The power of each one was no less than The fifth turn of Dragon Whirlpool Fire!
Almost in one encounter, all the refined corpses were turned into flying ashes, and the black corpse in the dragon's mouth and in the center of the sea of fire felt a sense of mortality.
The flames were enough to seriously injure him, but not enough to destroy him. But when Ning Fan looked at him with murderous eyes, Black Corpse's heart trembled.
"Moliu's distraction technique!"
Ning Fan pointed between his eyebrows, and the sea of consciousness turned into black sword shadows, rushing out of the sky and circulating in the sky.
The sword energy was like a black tide, submerging into the black fire. In the sea of fire, it set off a wave of violent waves. Just like it had done with Tian Yizi before, thousands of swords were like wind, sucking the black corpse into it.
Break it, break it, break it!
Biting all the elixirs into pieces, Ning Fan poured all his mana and spiritual power into this blow.
If there is an enemy, there will be a difference between life and death... This is what the old devil taught him!
After a whistling sound of swords shattering and fire scattered, Ning Fan finally couldn't bear the backlash of the spell. He was knocked down to the ground by the heat wave of the spell. After being hit hard, he coughed up blood.
Countless fire shadows and sword energy shattered in the clear sky, revealing a charred corpse riddled with holes...
This corpse was completely charred with no trace of decay, and the soul of the black corpse inside was completely burned into nothingness.
But even so, this corpse has not been destroyed. Is this the strength of the body that is close to the edge of the corpse demon?
How strong would it be if it were the real corpse demon... in the body of his cauldron ring?
Ning Fan breathed for a long time before he reluctantly stood up, looking at the charred corpse in the distance, and was silent.
There is no joy of winning, only a trace of peace.
"Emperor Nirvana, I am getting closer to you step by step... One day, you will end up with the same corpse..." He said calmly.
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Ning Fan is calm because he has a more powerful enemy, so he will never be complacent until he kills Nirvana Emperor.
However, Ning Cheng's cultivators became suspicious after the dramatic collision of spells just now.
Thousands of miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the magic clash was too fierce. It was really a rare war in the Yue Kingdom for thousands of years.
As for the outcome of this battle, they are most concerned about...
Who won? Is it 'Ning Hei Mo' and Ning Fan, or... the black corpse that destroyed the Seven Kingdoms?
Under the nervous gazes of the monks, Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo returned to Ningcheng through the light.
The former's beautiful face still has a hint of surprise, while the latter's face is full of sighs, which can be described as extremely complicated.
Jing Zhuo's expression made all the monks' hearts sink, and the hot-tempered Bu Kuangfen asked directly.
"Ancestor, why are you frowning... Could it be that Black Demon Ning was defeated by the Corpse Demon?"
"Defeat? Ahem...see for yourselves..."
Jing Zhuo suddenly turned back and looked into the distance, and all the monks, following Jing Zhuo's gaze, could vaguely see a young man in white clothes and black cloak in the distant sky, walking slowly towards the escape light.
The young man's magic power seemed to be extremely weak, making his escape from light slightly unstable, but his eyes were as calm as ever, and in his hand, he even lifted a burnt black corpse upside down, as if touting a trophy.
No explanation is needed, all the monks are relieved...
The black corpse was destroyed! No doubt about it!
But is the young man in white clothes and black cloak in front of him Ning Fan or Ning Heimo... You know, Ning Fan and Ning Heimo look exactly the same.
Bu Kuangfen glanced at Patriarch Jing Zhuo with great resentment. This expression appeared on a strong man like him, which was extremely strange.
"Ancestor, you are serious. Since the Dark Master has won, you should be happy for a moment. Why bother worrying about me and others..."
"Happy...cough cough cough..." Jing Zhuo really should be happy, but he couldn't be happy. He was completely tortured by the black corpse, but Ning Fan...actually used six-turn dragon fire that was comparable to the peak infant-level spell, and burned the black corpse into a charred corpse...
Jing Zhuo knows that the one who destroys the black corpse is not Ning Hei Mo, but Ning Fan... There is no bullshit Ning Hei Mo in the world.
Therefore, he sighed, feeling unavoidable and a little unbalanced... Ning Fan, is he really an 18-year-old young man... Jing Zhuo is more willing to accept that Ning Fan is a fourth-level alchemist who has lived for thousands of years, Yuanying monk.
It's just that the mood is complicated, I'm afraid only Jing Zhuo is there, while the other monks cheer.
After Ning Fan landed in Ningcheng, Nangong, who was chasing the Jiyin Gate Tower Ship, also returned with his people.
The battle against Demon Yue ends here, and after Ning Fan, he may have to embark on the road of forming pills.
He was so weak that before he could take a break, he was immediately rushed into the arms of the paper crane and almost fell down.
But the one who fell to the ground before him was Fairy Suqiu...
"Oh, Brother Fan, look at what happened to Fairy Suqiu, why she fainted!" Zhihe exclaimed.
"This is..."
Ning Fan glanced at Su Qiu, who was unconscious, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
Su Qiu has been poisoned. Although the poison is not severe, Su Qiu has been deeply poisoned and detoxification is quite troublesome...
He secretly said that he was rude, but his palms touched Su Qiu's beautiful feet.
"Sure enough, it was the poison from that time... This stubborn woman was poisoned, why don't you tell her... She has been showing off her strength until now..."
Ning Fan shook his head slightly, but he felt a hint of admiration for Su Qiu.
As a woman, there are not many women with such a tenacious temperament... This woman is not bad.
