Whoosh!
The little snowman moved and disappeared before Ning Fan's eyes.
Ning Fan was not in a hurry to chase. He moved his palm in the wind and snow, and the power of the memory of the artistic conception dispersed. The dissipated breath and footprints gradually became clear and distinct.
Looking in a certain direction, Ning Fan took one step like smoke and floated to the top of a snow-capped mountain.
The snow-capped mountain is more than seven thousand feet high, and sure enough, there is a little snowman standing on the top of it.
The little snowman was panting and breathing heavily, as if the movement technique she had just performed had put a huge load on her body.
Seeing Ning Fan chasing after him again, the little snowman fled in a hurry and moved away again.
This time she escaped in such a hurry that she didn't even notice that a scroll fell out of her body and landed on the snow.
Ning Fan raised a playful smile. This little girl ran very fast. Most people would not be able to find her. Even if they found her, few would be able to catch up with her.
He didn't chase after it immediately, but picked up the scroll casually and shook his head with a smile.
"I don't know if something falls..."
As he finished speaking, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly froze. He noticed a very faint trace of demonic energy from the scroll, but it made his demonic blood tremble.
He was not in a hurry to chase the snowman, but opened the scroll and glanced at it lightly.
This scroll is made of the skin of some kind of monster and is extremely ancient.
In the scroll, a fragment of the magic scripture was actually recorded. The magic scripture is written in Gutuo script, with elegant but graceful handwriting. The writer should be a woman. Judging from the age of the writing, the writer was an ancient monk.
For some reason, Ning Fan always felt that the handwriting on this scroll looked familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he found that it was the same as what he saw on the stone tablet outside Duxue Pavilion.
"Is the person who recorded this magic scripture the ancestor of the trolls..."
Ning Fan read the Demonic Scripture carefully. The Demonic Scripture was obscure and difficult to understand, but the recorded content made him feel familiar.
His mind changed and he immediately understood why this feeling of familiarity appeared.
content of these scriptures. Part of it is actually consistent with the content of the magic text on the Six-Wing Clan's stone slab...
"Where did these magic scriptures come from... Why didn't the giant demon tribe have the same phenomenon as the three tribes, with demon blood staining the sky... Is there any connection between the two?"
"If there is a connection. The magic scripture is so important, how could it be placed on a little girl... What is the secret in this..."
Ning Fan engraved the magic scripture into another jade slip. Putting the scroll in his sleeve, he took a step forward and chased the little snowman.
He thought carefully in his heart, if the troll clan hid the slate magic scripture and kept it secret from the outside world, would he want to snatch it...
That’s all, the trolls have never betrayed him. If he betrayed the trolls, it would be against his will. Let’s put this matter aside for now, it’s more important to find the little snowman.
Whoosh!
Ning Fan chased after him again, this time, he stopped in a snow valley thousands of miles away.
In the snow valley, there are many snow apes, all of them possess the strength of golden elixir.
After the little snowman broke into the snow valley. Dozens of snow apes immediately surrounded her, intending to attack her.
The little snowman seemed a little flustered. He never thought he would be besieged by monsters here.
She was panting and seemed to have no strength to escape anymore, looking at the approaching monsters. Somewhat scared.
"You know you're afraid?"
Ning Fan walked into the snow valley unhurriedly, and his faint words were filled with overwhelming evil aura.
He didn't even take action against these low-level snow apes. When all the snow apes noticed Ning Fan's arrival, their beast eyes showed extremely frightened expressions.
Apes are the most understanding of human nature. These snow apes all felt that Ning Fan was not easy to mess with. They were all horrified and wanted to die, and ran away without their lives.
Ning Fan didn't pursue him, it wasn't out of mercy, he was just worried and didn't want this little snowman to see blood.
"If you run away again and encounter danger, I will not save you. I am here to take you back..."
With a gentle pointer on the snowman's eyebrows, a burst of soft light spread out, and the layers of ice and snow melted, revealing the girl hidden in the snowman's body.
She was wearing a plain white dress and looked like a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. She looked at Ning Fan who was very close. The girl said she was not afraid of lying. Ning Fan's evil spirit was really terrifying and could scare away cruelty. The ferocious beast can be imagined.
But she acted very calmly, said nothing, quietly raised her head and stared at Ning Fan, which seemed a bit courageous.
Her long hair is as white as snowflakes, with a big snow-white down pinned to her snow-white hair.
His face is slightly pale, and his right foot is still bare.
Seeing that the girl was not hiding or escaping, Ning Fan nodded and smiled. This girl was not high in cultivation but had good courage. She was qualified to be the sister of a strange woman like Xu Qiuling.
"Are you Feng Xueyan?"
"..." The girl nodded.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"..." The girl wanted to nod, but hesitated and shook her head.
"You can't speak?"
"..." The girl nodded, her eyes hurting slightly, but she hid them lightly.
"What a poor man."
It's really pitiful. He's at the tenth level of Pulse Pulse, has no spiritual thoughts, and can't speak. He's basically unable to communicate with others.
Although this woman was pitiful, Ning Fan's concern for her was also based on Xu Qiuling's request.
He reached out to pull Feng Xueyan, intending to take her back to the capital, but she stepped back slightly and shook her head. It was obvious that she did not want to go back.
"Are you worried that the son of Lord Shile will bully you?"
Ning Fan's faint words immediately turned into a strange color when they fell in Feng Xueyan's ears.
Feng Xueyan was very surprised. The young man in front of her didn't look much older than her. How could he be so powerful and know everything.
That night, the son of Lord Shile had evil intentions and sneaked into her room. She found someone outside the door and immediately ran away in panic. Ning Fan was not there at the time, how could he know?
Although Ning Fan cannot communicate directly with the girl, he can whisper. The girl couldn't speak, but he could see what she was thinking.
"Don't worry, everything is over. You can go home with me without worries."
"..." The girl instinctively took a step back and looked at Ning Fan with some fear.
She instinctively had some affection for this gentle-tongued young man, but after all, he was a stranger, so she couldn't just trust him and just follow him.
"I am Qiu Ling's husband. I'm here this time, but she asked me to take you back because she's afraid you'll be hungry."
Ning Fan took out a small shoe from his sleeve, bent down and said with a smile, "Put your feet up and I'll put them on for you."
When Ning Fan mentioned Xu Qiuling, he even had her embroidered shoes as a token. Feng Xueyan couldn't help but believe Ning Fan, but her eyes were still wary.
She looked at Ning Fan carefully, and she felt more and more familiar that Ning Fan looked familiar, as if he was very similar to the portrait Xu Qiuling showed her.
During the days when Xu Qiuling and Feng Xueyan were together, she always talked about Ning Fan to Feng Xueyan. He also showed Feng Xueyan Ning Fan's true appearance.
Originally a little defensive towards Ning Fan. It also gradually faded away. He raised his bare right foot and let Ningfan put on some small shoes for it.
"Thank you..." Her lips moved. But he couldn't make a sound, his eyes dimmed slightly, and turned to look calm.
That calmness was just like Xu Qiuling was suffering from a terminal illness and looked down upon life and death.
There are similarities in the personalities of the two women, so it's no wonder they became sisters.
"Don't worry, I can hear you. You're saying 'thank you', aren't you?"
"How do you know..." Feng Xueyan still couldn't make a sound, only her lips moved. But Ning Fan could hear her inner thoughts.
"This is a secret. I will tell you slowly when I have the opportunity in the future. Let's go, it's time to go back."
"Brother-in-law, wait a minute...I lost my things..."
Feng Xueyan bit her lip anxiously, and then she realized it. The scroll in his sleeve is missing.
Ning Fan was slightly startled. This was the first time he heard someone call him brother-in-law, even though Feng Xueyan called him in his heart.
The gaze he looked at Feng Xueyan became softer and he smiled slightly. He took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Xueyan.
"I picked it up by chance. It's okay now, can I go back?"
"Well, thank you, brother-in-law, I'm so hungry..."
Feng Xueyan's stomach growled, confirming her inner thoughts.
Ning Fan laughed. This little girl didn't look like a monk at all. If she didn't live in inhabitation and stayed in seclusion for a year and a half, wouldn't she starve to death?
That's all, let's call him brother-in-law. If there is a chance, he must help her refine elixirs and cure diseases. After all, he must have the cultivation of spiritual integration, be able to practice bigu cultivation, and be able to transmit spiritual thoughts, otherwise he will be a little mute. Being alone all day is so boring.
Holding the girl in his arms, Ning Fan turned into smoke in one step and was about to return. Suddenly, Feng Xueyan fell on the snow, his whole body curled up into a ball, his face was covered with fine sweat, and his body was as hot as burning.
"Brother-in-law, it hurts, it hurts..." Feng Xueyan cried out helplessly in her heart, which made Ning Fan glare.
Shen Nian probed Feng Xueyan's whole body, and immediately, her usually calm eyes revealed a slightly angry look.
"This is!"
Ning Fan knelt down, hugged Feng Xueyan into his arms, turned her back to him, and suddenly pulled off her clothes, revealing her smooth tube top. He only stared at her back, the coldness in his eyes getting deeper.
On Feng Xueyan's flawless white back, there were eight seals with black fire patterns burning on his back.
Each of these eight seals was planted by the Void Refining monk with all his strength. The eight seals are combined into one, and even the old monster Shaoxu may not be able to break them!
Those eight seals were planted to seal something in Feng Xueyan's body!
The seal can block all detection, so no one can know what Feng Xueyan hides in his body.
But Ning Fan noticed...the sealed thing was a drop of demon blood that burned like fire!
It is almost exactly the same as the blood of Mara in his soul, only slightly inferior in power, and has some flaws, so it is not pure.
Feng Xueyan was different from Ning Fan. She was just a pulse-opening monk, and she didn't have Ning Fan's profound magic power. How could she withstand the torture of Mo Luo's blood.
Could it be that all the pain and suffering this woman suffered were caused by this drop of Mara's blood?
Ning Fan probed carefully, his eyes getting colder and colder, and he finally understood the viciousness of these eight seals.
Those who seal the demonic blood do not hide the blood, but nourish it!
This Mo Luo's blood, when it was sealed, was not a complete drop of blood, but perhaps just a wisp of blood.
Someone sealed the blood thread in Feng Xueyan's body and used Feng Xueyan to feed the demon blood, making the demon blood gradually grow stronger to achieve its purpose.
After the demon blood was fully developed, the final step was completed at the cost of Feng Xueyan's life, to eliminate the flaws in the demon blood and take out the demon blood.
The person who planted the seal for Feng Xueyan and raised the demon blood was truly vicious.
But who would do such a thing?
What is their purpose?
Why did they choose Feng Xueyan?
Ning Fan held Feng Xueyan's little hand, closed her shirt, and continued to input magic power to gradually calm down her breath.
The moment the two palms touched each other, a feeling of connection suddenly emerged in their hearts.
Ning Fan only felt this feeling in Fen Yi.
For a moment, Ning Fan seemed to understand why Feng Xueyan was being targeted to breed demon blood in his body.
"She is the current generation demon concubine of the troll clan!"
Ning Fan's thoughts were changing, but the mana in his hand continued to be input.
The pain in Feng Xueyan's body gradually dissipated and she slowly woke up.
As soon as he saw himself lying in Ning Fan's arms, his clothes were half-undressed, his eyes were full of spring, and a trace of fear flashed through his bright eyes.
"Brother-in-law, don't...don't molest me..."
Her lips moved and she held her little hands on her chest, feeling a little scared.
Ning Fan couldn't laugh or cry. Does he look like a bad guy? Not even letting my sister-in-law go?
Maybe, it's very similar... He himself is not sure, because he is indeed notorious now. He is feared by everyone and flees when animals see him...
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