Beili's hand gently rubbed his chest, and for the first time, his cold eyes showed a strange light.
11 times! 11 bells!
In one breath, you can ring... 11 times!
Bei Li had expected that with Ning Fan's strong Taoist heart, he would be able to knock 19 times even if he risked his life...
But she didn't expect that Ning Fan would actually comprehend the imperial shadow power of the Three Shattering Void Techniques, and use the power of an emperor to compete with the bell.
Without any preparation, his breath was disrupted by the bells that came one after another. Bei Li calmed down a little and adjusted his breathing power, and then gradually calmed down his breath, but his chest was still rising and falling gently.
"He has not completely transformed into a god, but he has condensed the emperor's shadow. And before at Shibu Bridge, this person even released the art of incarnation...the three techniques of Shattering Void, and he has already mastered two...what a monster..."
Ning Fan didn't know that his actions had left a good impression on Bei Xiaoman's third sister.
He didn't care, all he cared about was the fleeting afterimage in the giant clock in front of him.
"What exactly is that afterimage..."
"It's reincarnation!" Luo You's sleepy voice came from the Yin-Yang Lock.
"Reincarnation?" Ning Fan was slightly startled, and then he cursed softly in his heart, "Miss Luo You, you always wake up when I need you."
"Yes, I wanted to sleep a little longer, but the ringing of your bell is a bit disturbing... The Samsara Bell is really nostalgic. My sister can't remember how many years ago it was when she rang this bell when she transformed into a god. It’s a matter of…sleeping. Once you fall asleep, you will be forgotten by the years…”
Luo You's voice was sentimental for a moment, and then he immediately regained his energy.
"Good brother, are you ready to become a god? Ringing the bells 11 times in one breath is really amazing. My sister only struck 1 bell in one breath..."
"One shot?" Ning Fan was surprised. Speaking like this, he could summon the imperial shadow magical power. With the borrowed power of the emperor, he is only slightly stronger than Luo You back then.
"But it's my sister. In the end, I rang the bell 4 times and never saw the reincarnation bell... The reincarnation bell. It contains the power of reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor, but this is just a legend, because no one can use this bell. Can you Seeing reincarnation, even just a fragment, is horrifying, of course. Maybe there are people who have also seen reincarnation, but haven't made it public, so my sister doesn't know about it... Do you want to see reincarnation clearly?"
"You know the method?" Ning Fan laughed. This Luo You can always come in handy at critical moments.
"I know a little bit. I heard hearsay. I don't know if it's true or not. After all, I can't walk within three feet of the Samsara Bell..."
"Tell me how, I want to see clearly, that woman..."
"Throw down the golden hammer and step in front of the giant bell. Ring the bell with your fist and ring the number of Tiangang...18 times! Of course, it is just a legend and no one has tried it, but you should be able to give it a try. My sister is optimistic about you. Oh...I'm sleepy again..."
There seemed to be a sound of the window closing and the bed curtain being lowered, and Luo You seemed to be sleeping again.
Ning Fan was silent, looking at the Samsara Bell, closing his eyes, recalling the woman just now.
It was obviously a paper crane, but in the end, it turned into Mu Weiliang... What does that mean...
"Paper Crane..."
The art of rising power, movement. Ning Fan opened his eyes, threw down the golden hammer!
Bei Li was puzzled as to why Mr. Ning, after ringing the bell 11 times, stopped ringing the bell and instead threw down the golden hammer. Did he want to end the second step of killing the mortal with the result of 11 times?
However, Mr. Ning has already struck the ring 11 times, and his state of mind has been raised to the middle stage of divine transformation. It seems that it is enough to kill mortals like this.
But there was a trace of disappointment in Beili's eyes, which she couldn't hide... After all, she had expected that Ning Fan could ring 49 bells, surpassing the 48 bells of 'the first person to transform into a god in the North', and become a legend in the North.
This disappointment, which had only arisen for a moment, turned into disbelief.
Because Bei Li saw that Ning Fan took one step and stepped within three feet of the Samsara Bell!
"Except for the true immortal, who can get close to the Samsara Bell...how can he do it!"
Three feet away, Ning Fan seemed to be carrying a mountain of immortal power on his shoulders.
Within three feet, with just one step, it felt like one mountain had grown into two.
"Shengwei!"
With the blood glow on his body, a whirlpool of coercion rose up all over Ning Fan. With a fierce look, he used the Heaven-fixing Technique to swallow up every trace of immortal power.
After taking this step, he did not take the second step, but the pressure continued to rise.
In the late stage of spiritual transformation, he gradually broke through the peak and reached half-step of virtual refining.
It seems that it is limited to the realm. No matter what, Ning Fan's coercion cannot break Lianxu for the time being.
But as he devoured the immortal power, his imposing aura gradually gained a hint of... true immortal aura!
The power no longer increases, but gradually undergoes a qualitative change.
The true immortal breath penetrated into Ning Fan's body, leaving a trace of purple energy in his Nascent Soul.
The moment the purple color rose, he suddenly realized that his luck was changing with his momentum!
The dark green luck is getting thicker, but the green is also slowly turning into pure cyan.
In fact, as Ning Fan changed his mind, the ink-blue luck actually divided into ink color and cyan color!
"Two pieces of luck!"
Ning Fan was shocked. After absorbing the purple immortal power, not only did his luck improve, but one kind of luck was divided into two...
If you tell me this, no one will believe it, but it is true!
Like a yin and yang fish, blending together!
Ning Fan was shocked. He didn't know whether this situation was due to the Yin-Yang Lock or the benefits brought by the Immortal Emperor's power.
In short, his luck was unprecedented.
Why is Lao Mo's luck black? Could it be that he had also been plotted by others and did not hesitate to taint his own luck...
It was just the result of self-destruction, but it was extremely bad luck, but even the golden elixir was not able to produce Taoist fruit, but there were treasures such as Jade Emperor Grass and Panmo Grass, which existed in Qimei, but he could not discover them. But the Yin-Yang Lock floated in front of his eyes, but he didn't recognize it, but he was refining the fourth-level elixir and failed dozens of times!
Black luck can avoid calculations, but it will also cause self-destruction.
And Ning Fan's luck became special at this moment.
In fact, even the Palm Luck Immortal Emperor may not have expected that the luck that had become black would actually have a chance to recover from death!
Luck determines a monk's luck.
At least, if you want to become a master of alchemy, your luck must not be bad, otherwise you will be like the old devil who fails every time you make an alchemy...
"I'm obsessed!"
Ning Fan took the second step with a firm vision!
Dongxu asked him to turn into a demon to avoid the plot. But maybe, he doesn't have to be so extreme. Complete self-destruction…
Dirty and clean, black luck and purple luck, good and bad, good and evil, beauty and ugliness, ice and fire... may not necessarily coexist!
Yin and Yang Demonic Vein, one of the characters is 'both'. It is merger and coexistence!
The art of increasing power operates secretly.
The color of luck changes even more.
It seems. The ink color is getting thicker and thicker, as if it has become pure black, and is no longer even ink green.
But as long as Ning Fan thinks for a moment, the two fates will be separated, and the ink will remain ink. The green luck turned into blue step by step.
When Ning Fan was completely close to the Samsara Bell and placed his palm in front of the Samsara Bell, he did the boldest thing in his life.
Directly using the power-raising technique, he absorbed the power of the Immortal Emperor from the Samsara Bell!
If you are an outsider. Looking at Ning Fan's luck, he must feel that the more he improves, the darker his luck becomes, like a drop of burnt ink.
Only Ning Fan knows that the black luck is improving, and the other half of the luck is also improving, and is slowly turning into pure purple!
When luck completely turns purple, the ink color covers up the purple color, and no one knows...
But Ning Fan knew that his luck was back!
"Thank you!"
He said something incomprehensible to the dead object of the Samsara Bell, and then his fist light turned into jade color, and he punched the Samsara Bell.
Boom!
The twelfth tone, the bell rings!
"Master Ning can actually walk under the bell and ring the bell with his body! Is he a true immortal!"
Thirteen blasts, fourteen blasts...twenty blasts.
Twenty-one, twenty-two... forty-nine.
The forty-ninth bell can be heard forty-nine thousand miles! It even shocked Beili's heart and kept reverberating.
The ringing of the bell convinced Bei Li that once Ning Fan breaks through to the late stage of divine transformation, I am afraid that this person will be the first person to become a divine being in Beitian!
The sound of a bell can cleanse your mind and improve your state of mind for hundreds of years.
One hundred and eight bells can raise your mood for ten thousand eight hundred years!
The state of mind in the middle stage of spiritual transformation, in the ringing of the bell, step by step into the later stage, the peak, and even half-step to the void.
The Samsara Bell did not increase Ning Fan's cultivation, but it produced qualitative changes in his momentum, luck, state of mind and other aspects.
Boom!
Ning Fan's last punch hit the Samsara Bell, and the powerful backlash caused it to vomit blood.
Blood splattered on the Samsara Bell, but his eyes were satisfied, because after the bell rang, he saw Samsara!
But immediately, his eyes changed drastically!
The power of reincarnation far exceeded his expectations, and was even more untouchable than the art of traveling thousands of miles!
Like a suction force, his mind was completely sucked into the Samsara Bell...
Ning Fan knew that this time, he might be in real danger...
…
This last bell sounded out from the sea of clouds and returned to Xuanwu Star for a long time.
The huge Xuanwu Star, more than 47 cultivation countries, and hundreds of millions of monks all raised their heads at this moment, all puzzled as to where the bell came from, but the moment they heard the bell, everyone The monk's eyes looked confused and confused, just like Ning Fan's expression when he first saw the Samsara Bell and was confused by the power of reincarnation.
The sound of a bell made hundreds of millions of monks lose their minds for a moment.
After regaining consciousness, no one even remembered the strange thing that happened just now, it was like a memory was taken away out of thin air!
Only Meng Xuanzi, as the Immortal Emperor, blocked the sound of the bell!
He was confused and thinking about Ning Fan's identity, but when the bell sounded, he immediately stood up in shock and thought about it.
"Eighteen times of asking! The power of reincarnation! I remember, this is that person! The descendant of the rain world!"
The one who cultivated the spirit of harmony, but mistakenly used the power of a true immortal to travel thousands of miles to spy on the future of Xuanwu Star.
Now in the sea of clouds, this descendant is in the state of becoming a god, ringing the bell of reincarnation 18 times!
If it were just like that, it would be impossible for the sound of the bell to spread across millions of miles of the sea of clouds and spread throughout the Xuanwu Star.
The reason why it can be transmitted so far is because this person inspired the power of reincarnation within the Golden Bell!
"This son is a monster!"
A flash of light flashed in Meng Xuanzi's eyes, he shrunk to an inch in one step, and in the next moment, he directly crossed millions of miles of star field, appeared on the top of the sea of clouds, and landed next to Ning Fan!
His words of evaluation echoed under the preaching platform for a long time.
No one remembers that strange bell.
Millions of monks who were listening to the sermon were shocked. The Immortal Emperor Meng Xuanzi, who was always known for his withdrawn temper and high vision, actually started to praise people and gave them in return. Still a terrible comment.
The resources of a monster!
Meng Xuanzi had never given this comment to anyone, not even the third lady of Beitian Heritage Palace - Beili. Meng Xuanzi valued this woman very much, but when he evaluated her. I was just given the sentence 'fairly qualified'...
Countless monks were curious about who Meng Xuanzi was praising, but in the end, no one would know.
In the sea of clouds, Meng Xuanzi arrives in one step!
He stood under the Samsara Bell and looked at the young man holding the golden bell with his eyes closed, without disturbing him.
Bei Li was shocked. He quickly bowed respectfully to Meng Xuanzi.
"Beili pays homage to the master! I wonder what the master has ordered when he is here..."
"Quickly leave the sea of clouds and go with Yiqing, here. Let the master handle it!"
Without too much explanation, Meng Xuanzi solemnly ordered.
Here, only he, the Immortal Emperor holding the monument, can personally handle it... Once the power of reincarnation in the Samsara Bell goes out of control, it may affect the entire sea of clouds and the entire void. Countless monks will have all their memories wiped out in an instant!
Beili can't stop it, and Yiqing can't stop it!
The two of them must leave the sea of clouds! ASAP!
"But Master, this is Mr. Ning. Before he has taken the third step of killing the mortal, Beili still accuses him to guide him..."
"Guide! You little girl, is it possible that you are attracted to this person? You are not leaving yet! Don't worry! I have a teacher here, the third step of killing the mortal. The teacher will personally take this boy to trial!"
Beili was confused.
This was the first time she saw her master swearing. It turns out that the Immortal Emperor can also curse...
Meng Xuanzi, the Supreme Immortal Emperor, is one of countless star kings. It is difficult to meet him, let alone deacons, mountain gods, and earthly deities. Only when he is preaching can one meet Meng Xuanzi. Yan.
Meng Xuanzi, who has such a high status, personally guided a monk from the lower realm to transform into a god, complete the three steps of killing mortals, and carve his name on the Taoist tablet. If this matter were to be spread, no one would believe it.
But what happened in front of Beili's eyes was the truth.
But her pretty face turned red and she was still a little dissatisfied.
He had just met Ning Fan not long ago, and he was just kind-hearted to help him kill Fan, but his master said that he was moved... If it were in the past, Beili would definitely talk back to his master.
At this moment, she saw a trace of solemnity and even... fear in her master's eyes!
Master is afraid, what is he afraid of?
Speaking of which, Mr. Ning seems to have rang 17 bells...
Beili just because it was the 17th bell, because the 18th bell erased her memory, but she didn't know it!
This is reincarnation!
"Go quickly!" Meng Xuanzi said sternly.
"yes…"
Bei Li took a deep look at Ning Fan and secretly regretted that she did not dare to disobey her master's orders. It was a pity that she had missed this opportunity. She could have recruited this person after Ning Fan killed the mortal in three steps and transformed into a god...
She turned into a purple sword light and rode away with her sword. She notified Yiqing and left together.
In the end, only Meng Xuanzi and Ning Fan were left in the sea of clouds.
Meng Xuanzi smiled bitterly, he was afraid that he would have to help this junior from the Rain World for the second time today...
Reincarnation is a terrible thing. Meng Xuanzi's cultivation level is not enough to spy on it. Ning Fan has not completely transformed into a god, so he goes to peek at reincarnation. At this moment, his mind is probably being swallowed up by the Reincarnation Bell...
"I'm giving you a second favor, pulling your mind out of the bell... Otherwise, it would be a trivial matter for you to be swallowed by the power of reincarnation. If the power of reincarnation is made out of control by you, all the monks in my void world will accompany you. Amnesia... magic, 'Dream Peeping into the Sky'!"
Meng Xuanzi pinched a little bit, and the purple secrets changed, and from the Samsara Bell, Ning Fan's mind was extracted from the Samsara Bell, and returned to Ning Fan's body.
As Ning Fan withdraws his mind, the instability of the Samsara Bell gradually subsides.
In the Samsara Bell and the illusion, Ning Fan felt that someone was saving his mind, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ashamed, I played a little too hard this time. If someone hadn't saved me, I would have been trapped in the Samsara Bell with my own strength. I wanted to escape on my own. It was only possible after the bell clearly understood reincarnation... But in that case, But I don’t know how many thousands of years it will take…”
"If I'm not mistaken, the person who saved me is not Beili. His cultivation is a bit scary... This aura is a bit familiar, as if he is the senior who saved me once on Xuanwu Star... If it is really him, I seem to owe him Two favors..."
Ning Fan smiled bitterly. Since someone saved him, he would take this opportunity to take a good look at the afterimage of reincarnation.
Dressed in white, he shuttled through the palace. The medicinal energy here was so strong that it seemed like a medicinal garden.
The monks coming and going were either dressed as soldiers or maids, each with their own aura. At least they are all gods.
There are many Lianxu, and Suixu can be seen everywhere, and there are even immortals with stronger auras than Suixu. All exist.
It's just that everyone passing by Ning Fan can't see him.
here. It is the remnant scene of reincarnation, the past. Ning Fan does not belong to this era, no one can see him, and he cannot change anything.
In the medicine garden, a golden light rushed into the sky. It was clearly a golden flame car.
Nine demon souls. As the cart was being pulled, a golden-armored demon general stood at the front of the Jin Yan cart.
"Lu Wu!"
Ning Fan lost his voice, this person. It is the person in Lu Daochen's painting.
The golden-armored demon general seemed to hear someone calling him, and was secretly surprised. He looked around with strange confusion, shaking his head and laughing at himself. I seem to be a little too nervous today, as if something big is going to happen in heaven recently.
Looking at Lu Wu who was patrolling the medicine garden in the sky, Ning Fan's eyes narrowed. Lu Wu was once the official of the Medicine Garden of the Emperor of Heaven. He is here. Could this place be the Heavenly Court in ancient times?
Step by step, Ning Fan walked into the medicine garden. He remembered that the paper crane he saw before was in this medicine garden.
Each fairy medicine is a treasure that is more than a million years old, and most of them are not even recognized by Ning Fan. However, he knows that if he takes just one of them, he will be able to break through the Shattering Realm immediately...
He stretched out his hand to pick the elixirs. Once he touched them, the elixirs immediately shattered like glass, but after a moment, they strangely condensed again.
This is not a real place, it is just a remnant dream of reincarnation.
In the center of the medicine garden, there was a blue medicine stone. The woman who was supposed to be sitting on it doing embroidery did not appear.
Ning Fan sat on the bluestone, waiting quietly for the woman to appear.
Zhihe, Mu Weiliang...he didn't know what was inside.
I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but suddenly there was the sound of light footsteps outside the medicine garden. As they walked, they complained in a clear voice.
"Private Nantianmen failed again... It's not easy to want to see the mortal world..."
Ning Fan raised his head and was met by a girl dressed as a maid.
She has an innocent little face, bright eyes, and a girlish bun...
"Zhihe!" Ning Fan stood up without a voice.
"Bold! Who are you? How dare you enter my father's medicine garden!" The girl waved her pink fist at Ning Fan in dissatisfaction.
Could this girl, who looked exactly like a paper crane, be able to see Ning Fan? !
Ning Fan was secretly surprised, but before he could speak, a half-black and half-white butterfly penetrated Ning Fan's illusory body, flew towards the girl, and danced among the leaves of the fairy medicine.
The girl didn't see Ning Fan.
She said it boldly, blaming a butterfly...
"It turns out that she can't see me..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly.
Yes, how could she see it? This is the afterimage of reincarnation. What Ning Fan sees are things that have already happened, history that cannot be changed...
He put away his expression and stared at the girl carefully.
But he saw the girl holding the butterfly in her hand with a move of her little hand, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Silly Butterfly, don't be afraid. If I don't tell Father, you are 'stealing medicine' here... Look at how scared you are."
The girl who looked like a paper crane took one step forward, but in the light, she transformed into a face that was indistinguishable from that of a female corpse.
Cold, noble, but with an innocence that doesn't match his status.
The appearance of the paper crane and the maid's dress are her disguise to sneak out of Nantianmen.
Her true identity is Mu Weiliang, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven!
"Silly Butterfly, come and accompany me to relieve your boredom. This heaven is very lonely..."
Mu Weiliang sat gently on the bluestone, unaware that Ning Fan was standing next to her.
Holding the butterfly in her hand, Mu Weiliang showed a hint of yearning.
"Butterflies are creatures in the mortal world. It's really interesting. Could it be that you, a little mortal butterfly, flew up to the heaven from the lower world? What a terrifying perseverance. So many Void-breaking monks failed to ascend, but you succeeded... You really sharp."
"..." The butterfly fluttered its half-black and half-white wings. It couldn't speak.
"Hmm, if you can 'ascend' to heaven, I will give you a name. Well...just call me Xiaofan..."
"..." Butterfly is forever silent.
"Xiaofan, I'm in a bad mood today, please talk to me..."
…
Mu Weiliang smoothed her hair, held a butterfly in her hand, and muttered to herself silly.
Ning Fan was secretly shocked.
Because he saw that the butterfly in Mu Weiliang's palm suddenly turned around at a certain moment and faced his direction. A trace of recollection and approval flashed through his compound eyes... It was as if there was something that no one could see through. Reincarnation, Ning Fan who couldn't see it, it saw it.
That butterfly indeed saw Ning Fan!
With its thin and small body!
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Thanks to aa116, Inability to Control Injury, and Breakthrough Tianyuan hq for your monthly ticket! Thanks for the tip I love you! I need to write a little bit about the identity of Paper Crane.
