Zhihe stayed at Ning's house, and Ning Qian stayed with her in the room.
Outside the house, Ning Fan was sitting on the back of a green bull, holding a willow whip, his gaze unwavering.
His body was obviously thin, but Qing Niu didn't dare to resist, let alone feel any dissatisfaction.
The royal family helped him away, and the demons retreated. Qing Niu, who was not even a demon, did not dare to offend Ning Fan.
Wang Carpenter knew that his daughter was determined, and after sighing, he had no intention of stopping her.
But the Wu family found many local ruffians from the county town, and they came to Ningcun in groups to cause trouble.
Many of them held instruments and blocked the Ning family's bamboo fence, or some held torches and declared that if the Ning family did not put paper cranes away, they would set people on fire!
"Hey, if you don't let her go, I won't be polite... I heard that Ning Fan's mother, Ning Qian, was once the most beautiful woman in this village. Although she is over 3 years old, her charm is still there. The paper crane is what you want, I I dare not move, but this Ning Qian..."
Every ruffian is a lawless person.
But they don't know that in the eyes of Ning Fan, a truly lawless person, they are nothing.
The insults made Ning Fan's eyes flash with coldness. The moment the coldness rose, he urged the green ox and whipped the willow whip in his hand!
A whip shadow was drawn out, but it seemed that thousands of whip shadows were produced in an instant, hitting dozens of scoundrels at the same time.
It's obviously a wicker whip, but when it hits the body, it hurts more than an iron bar!
ah!
The screams spread throughout Ningcun, and for a moment, the entire village was shocked to the point where the animals were howling!
Ning Fan didn't kill anyone... For eight years and 96 months, he lived an ordinary life just to raise his mind to ask questions. Once someone kills a person and his mind is stained with blood, his desire to kill will break his state of mind. This illusion can no longer stay.
A day with my mother. That’s the end…
And in this illusion, Ning Qian is a mortal woman, if she sees herself killing all living beings. Will you be afraid...
"In order to see my mother for a few more days, I will spare your life... It's interesting. I didn't expect that I, Ning Fan, would have a day when I don't kill people! But if I don't kill people, I will make all living beings like you fear and regret it!"
Ning Fan's eyes fell on the ruffian who had been teasing his mother, and his eyes became ruthless.
With a flick of his finger, the willow whip was shattered and every willow leaf was shattered. It turned into a green sharp blade and pierced into the mouth of every ruffian, cutting off everyone's tongues!
ah!
They were all hooligans, and the pain was excruciating. No matter how hard it is to say a word, his tongue is cut off and he becomes mute!
And all the gangsters, at this moment, looked in the direction of Ning Fan and bowed down desperately. This scene, with Willow Ye's tongue-cutting method, made them...frightened!
witchcraft! This Ning Fan is not a human, but a monster!
Not to be offended. I can't afford it! Can humans fight monsters? What's more, all the hooligans have lived for countless years and have never seen a monster that can kill people with willow leaves!
Even the little monsters and imps that occasionally appear in rural counties only possess people, cause trouble in the house, and make you sleepless and uneasy.
Anyone who can kill people unscrupulously and at will must be a master of extraordinary means!
It's a pity that they knew the secret of Ning Fan being a 'monster', but they didn't dare to publicize it, and they couldn't publicize it because they were mute.
Dozens of people fled back to the county without their lives. Seven days later, at Wu's home in Dong County, Wu Nannan looked at the 47 gangsters he had raised, all of whom had their tongues cut out, with a furious look on his face!
"What's going on! Didn't you go to snatch the bride? How come you were tongue-tied? Who is so bold and dares to offend me, Wu Southeast, on the border of Dongxian County!"
All the gangsters were frightened by Ning Fan's 'witchcraft'. The only gangster who could write a few words barely managed to write down nine words on the paper.
Ning Fan is a monster and should not be offended!
"Monster? Ridiculous! There are so many monsters in the world without saying a word. Ning Fan is probably a master of martial arts. It is said that if he has practiced martial arts to a high level, he can kill people with flying leaves... Humph, this time, I, Wu Southeast, will go and ask Coach Hong to take action. It shouldn’t be difficult to capture Ning Fan... But just to be safe, I’d like to ask Immortal Master Zhuge to go with us. If there really is a monster, let the Taoist Master take it down..."
Three days later, after going around, banqueting, and giving gifts, Wu Southeast invited the famous Master Hong and Master Zhuge in the county.
The former is a master of martial arts. He is over forty years old. He has extremely strong internal energy and bulging temples. He has mastered hidden weapon skills to the point where he can kill people with flying leaves. When he heard that there was a young master in Ningcun, he immediately dismissed him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wu, this person may have good talent and has figured out the secret of 'Flying Leaf Killing' in martial arts, but after all, this person is only 16 years old. No matter how talented he is, his internal strength will definitely not be as good as mine. This person may be very powerful against ordinary people. But in front of Hong, it’s not worth mentioning!”
Immortal Master Zhuge snorted lightly and said disdainfully,
"What can a warrior do, but he doesn't know that there are immortals in the world... Although Pindao is at the fourth level of Pimai, he can easily kill three or five mortal masters... This matter does not require the help of Coach Hong, Pindao can do it alone. ! A piece of talisman fire is enough to kill him!"
Teacher Hong and Zhuge Immortal Master spoke sharply, as if they had had a feud.
Seeing the two of them quarreling, Wu Nannan offered words of comfort, but he already had murderous intentions in his heart.
"Instructor Hong and Immortal Master Zhuge, please remember that this Ning Fan is indeed a demon!"
Wu Nannan wanted to confirm Ning Fan's identity as a demon and kill him so that he would not violate the laws of the country.
Teacher Hong and Immortal Master Zhuge understood each other and sneered at each other.
The two of them took action and each received a hundred taels of silver.
Collecting people's money, helping people to eliminate disasters, insisting that Ning Fan is a monster, and killing him is not guilty!
A group of people marched out of the county town, fighting in the name of slaying monsters.
When they were walking outside Ning Village, before entering the village, they saw Ning Fan riding out on a bull, holding a willow whip in his hand, his eyes as cold as frost, scanning the crowds.
"This person is Ning Fan!" A boy who was responsible for leading the way shouted, pointing at the young man riding the bull.
Upon hearing this, Coach Hong and Immortal Master Zhuge looked at Ning Fan together. After confirming that the boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, they both looked like they were taking credit.
After all, it was Coach Hong who took the bigger step. He took one step forward with a majestic look, slashed the sword in his hand, and scolded Ning Fan,
"Demon Ning Fan, come down and die!"
"It's up to you!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with blood, and his anger surged.
At this moment, everyone caught in his gaze had their knees weak and fell to the ground, trembling and frightened.
Immortal Master Zhuge's expression changed drastically. He was extremely sure of one thing at this moment. That is... the Ning Fan in front of him is a monk! He is a monk whose realm is countless times higher than his! With just one pressure, he had 16 immortal veins. All shattered!
puff!
He spurted out a mouthful of blood and held his whisk on the ground. Already timid, he looked at Wu Southeast with anger.
What a great Wu Southeast! They say they are killing little thieves, but actually they are killing seniors like this... This is simply deceiving themselves into committing suicide!
Coach Hong is closer to Ning Fan, and feels more sensitive to Ning Fan's pressure.
When the power of blood light struck, the fine steel ring knife in Coach Hong's hand turned into powder and shattered. And one of his arms turned into blood mist and shattered, causing heartbreaking pain!
The Dantian was destroyed and the five internal organs seemed to be on fire. As if he was hit hard on the head and chest, Teacher Hong flew straight up and fell into the dust, but he couldn't help but cough up blood. His eyes were equally filled with hatred as he looked at Wu Southeast.
What kind of master is this!
This person is not a martial arts practitioner, this is not internal strength, this is really a demon, the kind of person who would not offend Coach Hong even if he killed him!
"Who dares to steal my wife!"
Ning Fan said lightly. But there seemed to be countless thunderbolts exploding in the owner's ears, and they all fell to the ground.
Wu Southeast, on the other hand, ignored the resentment of Coach Hong and Immortal Master Zhuge. He just looked at Ning Fan in disbelief. Wu Southeast had seen this appearance before, but before that, he had never imagined that Ning Fan was that person!
The owner of this appearance appeared in Wu Nannan's dreams day and night!
In that dream, Wu Southeast was an immortal who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, but every time, he would be easily killed by this man!
Don't mess with him, don't mess with this guy!
If I had known that the paper crane was snatched away by this person, I would not have dared to offend this person even if I had ten thousand courages!
It doesn’t matter if you have a wealth of money, or if you are a scholar, it doesn’t matter...
Wu Southeast believed that even if the person who wanted to snatch the paper crane was the King of Yue, he, Ning Fan, would dare to fight his way into the palace of the King of Yue and take away his beloved woman.
"Please Ning Zun, spare my life!"
Wu Southeast knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and called Ning Zun the way he called Ning Fan in his dream.
"I don't want to see you again in this life... get out!"
…
In the private school, the young man in purple clothes who was teaching showed approval in his eyes.
"This son is ruthless and bloodthirsty. This is not a bad thing, but if he only knows how to kill, it will be difficult for him to go far on the path to immortality... In order to spend more time with his mother, this son will not kill anyone or destroy the atmosphere of this illusion... The emperor likes filial sons...97 days have passed, it's time to teach him some enlightenment..."
Wu Nannan left in disgrace, and the incident in Ningcun gradually subsided.
Ning Fan rode the cow home, and the smell of food could be heard in his home.
Mother, Paper Crane, and myself...
This is the warmth that Ning Fan dreams of having...
He slowly closed his eyes and showed a satisfied smile, although he knew that everything in front of him was illusion.
It was late at night and the two girls were resting, but Ning Fan rode a bull out of the village and headed north.
There is a mountain to the north. The mountain is not high, but it is only 500 feet high. But there is a young man in purple standing on the top of the mountain. He stands there, as if his look can make all the world in front of him... shatter!
Ning Fan jumped off the green bull, patted its head and said goodbye.
The green cow was reluctant to leave, and turned back after a few steps, as if it didn't want to leave Ning Fan, but Ning Fan condemned it.
His body vertically turned into purple smoke and appeared on the top of the mountain. One step away, he stood behind the young man in purple clothes, cupping his fists and saying,
"Junior Ning Fan has met the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou!"
"Um!"
At this moment, the young man in purple clothes had an aura of looking down on the world in his eyes.
He is on the mountain, so he is no longer a teacher in the mortal world, but... the Immortal Emperor!
"You and I are destined! If you pass the test set by this emperor, you can gain enlightenment... But before this enlightenment, I have something to ask you... You scare away the evil thieves with your bravery, and you don't kill them. You have to stay in the illusion, why don’t you spend more time with your mother and wife, but you are in a hurry to find me!”
"I need to cultivate myself to meet them again in the real world!"
"Well, this answer is not satisfactory... Your level is far from being able to see through the truth, and I can't blame you... The outside world is real, but the illusion here may not be real... One day, you will understand reincarnation and you will understand..."
The young man in purple clothes stopped talking, his figure gradually became ethereal, and finally turned into purple mist and dispersed.
This purple mist enveloped the 500-foot-high hill, suddenly rising into the sky, reaching 7 million feet.
At a height of seven million feet, Ning Fan was shocked. At this moment, both him in the outside world and himself in the illusion were on top of the mountains!
"You enter the broken world from the endless sea, your mind enters the sea of clouds from the broken world, and the Taoist heart enters the illusion from the cloud sea. Among these, which world is true and which world is false. Can you see through it?"
"You may not be studying diligently, but you are a lie. You may not be killing people in the rain world, but you are the truth...truth and emptiness can be separated in just one thought!"
"I use the power of reincarnation to evolve the purple mist. In the purple mist, you can comprehend it carefully. How much you can comprehend is your chance!"
Following Zi Dou's words. A trace of purple energy, like a thin stream of water, submerged into Ning Fan's body.
Ning Fan closed his eyes and looked into the sky wind. Stand on the top of seven million feet and comprehend it carefully.
He couldn't see through reincarnation because his cultivation was too weak and he was still in the first step of cultivation. But the Immortal Emperor claimed that it was the fourth step!
The four-day true immortals should be the second step of cultivation. In other words, the reason why the true immortals cannot even look up to the Immortal Emperor. It’s because we are far from reaching the third step, let alone the fourth step...
This is a blessing given to him by the strongest man in ancient times.
Never waste yourself!
In this purple energy, it seems that in one step, one can grasp the true meaning of reincarnation and perform the art of reincarnation that even Meng Xuanzi fears.
It's just that too much purple energy is flowing from the fingertips, like the fine sand of the Ganges River that cannot be held, like the passing years.
"I haven't fully transformed into a god, and I'm not strong enough to understand the power of reincarnation... But if I just imitate this purple energy and create a spell, it may not be impossible... Even if I only imitate half of the shape, this technique can be regarded as tainted with a trace of the power of reincarnation. The shadow of me, and when my realm is sufficient, I will be able to understand reincarnation with this technique!"
He looks at it, pinches it with his hands, and evolves the technique.
98 days, 99 days... Day by day passed by, and Ning Fan had stood on this 7 million-foot-high peak for 47 days!
On the 48th day, he opened his eyes, condensed his fingers, and the purple mist around him was like broken glass, turning into crystal dust.
Every particle of that crystal dust is purple gold, like smoke and dust, like wind and sand.
Ning Fan did not understand the true meaning of reincarnation, but he created his own spell based on the power of reincarnation.
He opened his eyes, turned around blankly, looked in the direction of Meng Xuanzi, and changed his gestures.
At this moment, Meng Xuanzi's face was severely shocked.
48th! This boy actually stayed in the illusion for 48 days!
And from the look in his eyes and his fingers, it seems that this boy has also mastered a spell.
If it were just a spell, that would be fine, but this spell has no grade!
"No level? There is only one reason why this technique has no level... It is that the power involved in this technique is too powerful and cannot be expressed through levels... His current cultivation level has not completely transformed into a god, so he uses this technique , is a middle-grade transformation technique, but if he breaks through the void refining, then this technique will be a virtual technique! If he becomes an immortal, this technique can be improved step by step and become an immortal technique! It is not without a grade, it is really a high-grade technique. It’s so high that I can’t comprehend it all in one go!”
Meng Xuanzi's eyes were solemn. The spells that Ning Fan had comprehended were not complete at all and had many flaws. With his current cultivation level, he could only exert the power of a mid-level transformation level, but the power involved actually made him, the Immortal Emperor, feel... A bit tricky…
As Ning Fan pointed aside, his eyes gradually turned purple and gold.
With the movement of his fingers, the purple gold wind and sand evolved with the power of reincarnation, blowing across the heaven and earth like wind smoke. However, all the rocks, vegetation and trees that were involved in this purple-gold wind and smoke withered and withered at an unimaginable speed!
"I don't understand reincarnation...but I do understand the feeling of time rushing by. Hundreds of years of fragmentation, like a huge boulder, the urgency makes me unable to move...Time, Shaohua, I can understand it a little bit..."
He took a deep breath, completely forgetting himself, and continued to perfect the third spell he had learned.
Nine Steps to the Sky, Moliu Divination Technique, each one is its strongest trump card.
This one must be stronger! Because this is the opportunity given by the Immortal Emperor to realize!
"What is time, what is youth... Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. This technique can dissolve time, making all things old and decayed. Its name is... Purple Technique, Wind and Smoke!"
I want all the enemy bandits to grow old and turn into dust in this wind and smoke!
Ning Fan pointed and clicked, and purple-gold wind smoke rolled towards Meng Xuanzi.
Meng Xuanzi's expression changed, and he pointed out a ray of green light, which turned into a hunting breeze, trying to offset the purple-gold smoke.
Even though he was just a breeze, it was more than enough to offset high-grade transformation spells.
But when the breeze collided with the purple smoke and dust, it was unable to stop the purple smoke at all. On the contrary, the wind force attenuated and melted in the wind smoke.
Nothing can escape old age, not even the wind!
Zijin Fengyan caged Meng Xuanzi with the strength of his immortal body. There is no harm in it at all.
Although there was no injury, Meng Xuanzi could clearly feel his body. A little older, life taken away...
Under that contact. A mere middle-grade technique, but he actually hurt himself? Although there is only a trace, it is already too ridiculous!
If Meng Xuanzi felt right, the power that takes away life involves the power of reincarnation... Although it is specious, it is related...
"This boy has really realized a bit of the power of reincarnation! If this boy also has the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor, this finger of wind and smoke is enough to defeat me with one finger!"
The third step of killing the mortal is over!
Ning Fan's eyes were completely clear and he smiled bitterly. When he was comprehending the spell, he actually attacked Meng Xuanzi, but fortunately, Meng Xuanzi didn't seem to blame him.
In his heart, he was secretly delighted with the power of this technique.
This spell was cast. Ning Fan is confident that with one finger, there will be a slight chance to kill the opponent in the middle stage of divine transformation and even in the later stage. In the wind and smoke, it turned into flying ashes!
On the 48th, the mana increased by 48 armor, totaling 349 armor!
And after some reflection, he almost completely transformed into a god, and all he needed was to inscribe his name on a tablet.
"Thank you Mr. Zi Dou..."
Ning Fan faced the purple mist in the distance and clasped his fists.
The Immortal Emperor should be dead, and the relationship between master and apprentice in the illusion should be just the inheritance of magic.
It was a power that I couldn't understand, but once I could understand it, I could see through the truth and realize reincarnation.
"Young students, if you are interested, fly to my void realm and join my Palm Tablet Palace..."
For the first time, Meng Xuanzi took the initiative to consider someone as a disciple!
"The junior already has a teacher..."
"Really... That's such a pity..." Meng Xuanzi shook his head and sighed. Given his status, it is enough to take the initiative to speak once. It is impossible to say the same words a second time to force the other person to become a disciple.
He said no more, rolled up his sleeves, the world trembled, and with Ning Fan, he appeared under the three sacred monuments.
Since the demon power has transformed into a god, it is natural to engrave a demon monument.
"This is the technique of 'condensing luck into writing'. If you carve your name like this, you can get blessings from luck..."
Meng Xuanzi rolled up his robe and a jade slip appeared in front of Ning Fan. He took it into his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows.
In an instant, the art of condensation and movement into a pen was understood.
His luck has already been blessed in reincarnation, so there is no need for this extra technique.
Even, underneath the ink color, there is amazing purple luck and first-rate luck.
If Ning Fan is willing, he can carve a purple name, but if he wants to do that, he is afraid that the secret of his changed destiny will be known by the true immortal who plots against him, and the gain will outweigh the loss...
"Condensation!"
Ning Fan fluttered his sleeves, condensed a golden pen, held it in his hand, took a step forward, stood under the demon monument, raised his hand, and dropped the pen!
Black name, Ning Fan!
"Black?" Meng Xuanzi was slightly surprised, but then he shook his head and laughed.
"If you are an ordinary person with black luck, you will definitely have no hope of becoming an immortal. But you are different...your qualifications are really evil. Even if you have black luck, you may be able to ascend... I will be on Xuanwu Star, waiting for the day when you become an immortal. , go! Return to the lower realm quickly and transform into a god with all your strength!"
Meng Xuanzi flicked his sleeves and sent Ning Fan's mind back to the lower realm.
Just as he rolled his sleeves, he took out something else and gave it to Ning Fan.
"This thing is worthy of me to form a good relationship with you!"
…
At the bottom of Longtan, Ning Fan has been sleeping for eleven years!
The bored black dragon is capturing the dark beast, devouring it and refining it.
He had already pinched his nose and eaten the rotting corpse of the royal black dragon.
In the past eleven years, he has eaten almost all the dark beasts in Longtan, and his strength has almost reached half the level of Void Refining! It's just a pity that when devouring the king's blood, the black dragon had a chance to reawaken the king's blood, but unfortunately, there was a barrier that made it fail...
There is also a large mass of pure demon blood from the dark beast in the body. The toxins were stripped away by the black dragon and refined for eleven years, forming a pale golden blood mass the size of a fist.
Once this blood mass is completely refined, Black Dragon is confident that he can truly break through the half-step of void refining!
At that time, although his aura is empty, he is not of royal blood, and he does not have a demon body. He is still a half-step refinement, right?
They may be weak at the same level, but against those at the peak of Transformation God, the chances of winning are not small...
Half-step of cultivating the void is a whole level higher than Ning Fan, who is half-step of becoming a god...
"Once I break through the half-step of void refining, it's time to try to break away from the Demonic Restriction!"
The black dragon sneered. Once he broke free from the demonic restraint, he would be free and no longer afraid of Ning Fan.
"With the strength that I will have in the future, I will definitely crush this evil star, crush him, trample on him, and ravage him!"
"Evil Star, just wait. When your Grandpa Heiya refines the demon ban, he will come and eat you!"
The black dragon smiled ferociously, but at the next moment, this ferocious smile turned into an expression that was like a dreamer.
Ning Fan, who had been sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the pool and had been silent for a long time, was sitting on countless bones.
At this moment, its momentum was rising steadily, and there was a pressure that the black dragon could not resist, shocking it.
The power of half-step refining the void, including a trace of the power of a true immortal, frightened the black dragon to the point of trembling with fear.
"This evil star has succeeded in transforming into a god! What a coincidence! And his pressure has only just transformed into a god, so why has he reached the level of half-step cultivation?"
Just the momentum caused the black dragon's body to ache and its aura to become chaotic.
The black dragon's eyes were shocked. At this moment, Ning Fan was shocked. He stood up suddenly, put away something given by Meng Xuanzi, and immediately looked at the black dragon with a cold look in his eyes.
"You want to crush me, trample me, ravage me?"
Demon power, 147 armor!
Mana, 349 armor!
Divine Thought, mid-stage of divine transformation!
Ning Fan looked coldly at the black dragon and urged him to restrain his thoughts. Immediately, the black dragon was so painful that he fell on his back and wailed endlessly. All his arrogance turned into begging for mercy.
"Master, spare your life! Spare your life! I'm joking, I'm joking!"
"Are you kidding?"
Ning Fan snorted coldly, bent his palm and summoned the huge black dragon in front of him, his eyes brightening.
This black dragon has really good qualifications. After devouring dark beasts and royal dragon corpses, his cultivation has reached the peak of god transformation, and he has almost awakened the king's bloodline. However, there seems to be a barrier that prevents him from breaking through. Otherwise, his combat effectiveness will be greatly improved...
There is a mass of frighteningly tempered dark beast essence and blood in its body, which has not yet been completely swallowed... If it is swallowed by oneself, it will not only further enhance the demonic power, but also stabilize the state of the early stage of god transformation.
It is rare to find such a great tonic.
"Give me the essence and blood of the dark beast!" Ning Fan ordered coldly.
"Wha, what! You want to steal my brother's things!"
The black dragon showed a mournful expression and screamed in pain before resisting.
As soon as the demon ban is activated... I am afraid that the essence and blood may not be saved.
