Ning Fan was about to obtain ten Ming Luo puppets, so he told several Ming Luo priests in a simplified way, cutting out the redundant details. Of course, he did not tell a few people about the fact that he killed King Guiyuan Shu, so as not to scare the people of the Mingluo tribe.
He briefly told the story of his acquaintance with the Mingluo Tree Spirit. He only said that the Mingluo Tree Spirit was trapped in the Rain Realm, but did not mention a word about the Mingluo Tree Spirit.
Gu Luo, Xuluo and other priests all had tears in their eyes. When the Ming Luo clan was being bullied, they would not cry.
When one hundred thousand tribesmen are in despair because of Qingdai, and they will never be reincarnated again, they will not cry.
But when they heard the news that the last Tree King was still alive, they couldn't help crying with joy, and their eyes filled with tears.
The ancestors are still here, and we are with them...that's fine now.
Gu Luo proposed to go to the Rain Realm to rescue the Tree King, but this proposal was rejected by Su Luo and other priests.
The last tree king has been unable to get out of trouble for so many years. It is obviously extremely difficult to get out of trouble.
With their meager cultivation, not to mention that it is impossible to go to the Rain Realm, even if they go, they will definitely not be able to save the Tree King, but will expose the news that the Tree King is alive.
The only way to rescue the last tree emperor is to take a long-term approach.
Their top priority at this moment is to quickly summon all the Mingluo tribe members in the Silo Bamboo Sea to return to the tribe and attend the funerals of the ten Lianxu ancestors...
As night gradually fell, a huge wooden frame was erected in the forbidden area of the Phantom Tomb in the center of Siluo City, and a blazing bonfire was lit.
The so-called phantom grave is the cemetery where generations of members of the Mingluo tribe are buried.
Countless Mingluo tribesmen rushed back to Siluo City from all over the Bamboo Sea. Mingluo tribesmen were busy everywhere in the city, preparing for the funerals of their ten ancestors.
Priests such as Guluo and Xuluo, as well as the high priest Qingdai, were all busy preparing for the funeral and ancestor worship.
Ning Fan seemed to have nothing to do and wandered around Siluo City.
Now everyone in the Ming Luo clan knows that Ning Fan is a monk who asks Xu and is a friend of the Ming Luo clan, so Ning Fan walks freely in the city without anyone stopping him.
Various types of incense were burning in the phantom tomb. Even if Ning Fan walked to the West City, he could still smell the strong smell of incense.
He walked alone in the bright night of the campfire, feeling unprecedentedly quiet in his heart.
He had heard it from the mouths of six priests. I heard about Qingdai’s past.
Thousands of years ago, Qingdai was still young, and her mother, a high priest, died at the hands of the Cedar tribe.
Within a thousand years, a total of 100,000 Mingluo tribesmen destroyed their cultivation at the cost of losing their souls and never entering the reincarnation, condensed the cultivation elixir, and fed it to Qingdai, so that Qingdai finally broke through the realm of voyeurism...
One hundred thousand people of the Ming Luo tribe did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives, not to make the Ming Luo tribe prosperous. Just to recover the remains of our ancestors. I just don’t want the remains of my ancestors to be left outside...
The ten Ming Luo puppets all have the cultivation of voyeurism. It is a powerful fighting force for the now declining Mingluo clan.
If these ten Void Peeping Puppets are used to protect the Mingluo Clan, with Qingdai's puppetry, it will definitely be enough to make the Mingluo Clan become a first-rate force in Han Cang Country again. I will never be bullied by other tree tribes again...
However, the Mingluo people were very stupid. They untied all the puppet formations of the ten puppets, destroyed the ten puppets, and left only ten ordinary corpses without any fighting power.
Then, the bodies of these ancestors were buried...
"They are stupid...but I am not disgusted with it..."
The night breeze was slightly cool, and Ning Fan closed his eyes. The past events of the Hu family in the Yue Kingdom were recalled before my eyes.
In order to protect his family, Hu Fengzi did not hesitate to turn his soul into a cultivation elixir...
One hundred thousand Mingluo tribesmen, in order to recover the remains of their ancestors for burial, did not hesitate to lose their souls...
There is no shortage of smart people on the road to cultivation, but Fan is an old monster who has experienced a sea of blood. They are all human-like characters.
On the road to cultivation, there is always only a shortage of fools. I know that I can't do anything but I do it, I know that there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, but I still risk my life to protect my soul and live up to my righteousness, even though there are thousands of people there, I will go!
Knowing that everything you do is meaningless, you still insist on finding a result!
Knowing that being the enemy of Heaven will frighten you every step of the way, yet you still smile for her, I would rather let the heaven down than let you down!
Even if the agency is too clever, these people are often unhappy.
The faces of Zhihe, Mu Xiaoliang and other women appeared in front of Ning Fan's eyes, and he suddenly smiled knowingly.
If these silly girls had his protection, they might be able to live happily without blood on their hands for the rest of their lives.
Great wisdom is like foolishness, great skill is like clumsiness, great sound is like sound, an elephant is invisible, great is like rushing, great debate is like being dull, great is without corners, great is like bending, great is like lacking...
This is the most simple road!
When a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently; when a sergeant hears the Tao, he or she lives or perishes; when a junior man hears the Tao, he laughs. If you don't laugh, it is not enough to practice the Tao!
The world laughs at the stupidity of the Ming Luo tribe, but they don't know that the Ming Luo tribe's behavior is in line with human ethics and the principle of harmony.
If everyone could understand the Tao of the Ming Luo tribe, this Tao would not be considered a great way.
Ning Fan took out the gourd of blood wine and took a sip. He suddenly looked back in the dim light and looked at the huge bonfire in the center of Siluo City, his gaze getting deeper and deeper.
The extreme of the great road is the opposite!
Great reality turns into emptiness!
Ning Fan has been cultivating Taoism all the way up to now. At first he saw emptiness as emptiness, then he saw emptiness as not emptiness, and finally he saw emptiness as still emptiness.
But at this moment, his eyes were clearly looking at reality, but the meaning in his eyes was empty!
He has gradually understood the difference between virtuality and reality. It is enough to realize the virtual reality. Even the Taixu perception is almost complete!
He looked at the bonfire of the Phantom Tomb in the distance, watching the bodies of the ten ancestors of Xu Lianxu slowly burn to ashes in the bonfire.
He saw 320,000 Mingluo people kneeling down and worshiping, with tears in their eyes, praying and offering sacrifices to the bonfire devoutly.
"I, the Mingluo clan, were born as trees, rooted in the earth. Where my roots are, there is my country! My country can be destroyed, my roots can be burned, my body can be destroyed, and my ways can be eliminated. Only my ancestors will not tolerate others. Bullying is not tolerated!"
"Thousands of years of catastrophe, the bones of our ancestors are scattered, and it hurts to think about them! Our descendants are unworthy, and I will not give up until I kill thousands of thieves!"
"Our descendants will swear an oath at the Huan Tomb. Even if we fight to the death of 320,000 clan members, we will also kill ten thousand thieves! If we violate this oath, both heaven and man will be killed!"
The vast oath was so resounding that it caused ripples in Ning Fan's heart.
Under the bonfire, Qingdai dressed in gorgeous clothes, barefoot, danced around the bonfire and prayed devoutly.
Her eyes were full of nostalgia for her ancestors. She danced so beautifully, like a dancing blue butterfly...
Ning Fan raised a smile on his lips, picked up the gourd of blood wine, and took a few sips.
His gaze. As the dance of Qingdai becomes clearer and clearer.
The dancing posture is real, but the longing for the ancestors is virtual.
The bonfire is true, but the oaths melted in the bonfire are false.
The corpses of the ten ancestors were real. When the corpses were turned into ashes in the fire, the sadness of the ancestors that echoed throughout Siluo City was virtual.
Ning Fan bent his palm and took a picture of a bamboo leaf from a Xiangfei bamboo.
The bamboo leaves were solid, but as Ning Fan spat out his palm, the bamboo leaves gradually turned into a ball of ethereal green air.
Following Ning Fan's thoughts, the ethereal green energy turned back into bamboo leaves again...
The reality is only in a thought!
Ning Fan threw the bamboo leaves back into the soil and closed his eyes. The whole body gradually faded into the night.
Gradually. His body turned into nothingness. As if disappearing into the night!
That is the physical body becoming empty, a complete emptying!
When asking about the void, Ning Fan also made his physical body become void, but not completely to this point!
this moment. Through this trip to Silo Bamboo Sea, his understanding of virtual characters was completely complete!
As long as he has enough mana, he can break through the bottleneck of the void and break through the realm of Taixu at this moment!
With a thought in his mind, his body gradually reappeared in the vast night.
There was no sadness or joy on his face, he was calm and calm, as if the breakthrough to Taixu and his enlightenment were natural and natural, without any surprise.
"Silly brother, you have broken through the realm of Taixu. If you have enough magic power at this moment, you can break through the realm of Taixu in one fell swoop... But my sister can remind you that the biggest obstacle to your breakthrough is not perception or magic power. It is the sky. Tribulation... If you are not fully prepared, do not rush through the tribulation. This time the tribulation will definitely be stronger than the last one, and it will most likely be a catastrophe of the wind!" Luo You chuckled in his mind and reminded.
"I understand...thank you."
Ning Fan smiled back at Luo You, who seemed to be indifferent to him on weekdays, deliberately keeping a distance from him and not talking to him too much.
But every time I see him in trouble, I will remind him with concern.
Although Luo You avoids him everywhere, she may not be ruthless towards him.
What kind of hatred does she have between family and country that could make her avoid emotions like this...
boom!
The bonfire wooden frame in the center of Siluo City suddenly made a huge roar and was shattered by a huge palm print falling from the sky!
The ashes of the fire scattered in the night sky, and the ashes of the ten corpses of the ancestors of Lianxu also dispersed with the wind.
And in the sky, the sneers of three old men suddenly sounded.
"The Mingluo clan is so stupid! They clearly found the puppets of ten ancestors, but they destroyed the ten puppets and cremated the ancestors... How stupid!"
"If there are ten Qiuxu puppets in the Mingluo clan, I am afraid that we will lose more men and horses today while we bloodbath Mingluo. However, the ten Qiuxu puppets have been destroyed, and only the high priest Qiuxu and the Qiuxu puppets are left in the Mingluo clan. Two outsiders asking questions are not worth mentioning!"
"It's just that the Luoshu tribe is weak, but those who dare to kill me, the Cedar tribe, are simply seeking death!"
Before the three sneers stopped, an army of nearly a million Jindan monks suddenly dropped from the sky above Siluo City!
These monks are divided into four tribes, with four big flags erected, namely the Cedar tribe, the Shishu tribe, the Leibai tribe, and the Shenqiao tribe!
The three people who sneered were the three ancestors of the Cedar Clan, and each of them was a Taixu monk!
They revealed everything about spying on the virtual puppets and other things. It was obvious that they had found out all the details of the Mingluo clan before coming to Silo Bamboo Sea!
They came prepared, this time they wanted to destroy the Mingluo clan in one fell swoop!
Even the man whose soul turned into bamboo and whose life was worse than reincarnation could not stop the determination of the four tribes to destroy Ming Luo!
"Who is the madman who killed my child? Get out of here!" Next to the three cedar ancestors, a middle-aged man in silver robe roared.
He is a Chongxu monk and the current generation leader of the Cedar Clan, named Ao Mang!
The young master of Cedar, Ao Chen, who was killed by Ning Fan, was his child!
The four major tree tribes, including the Cedar Tribe, suddenly arrived, dispatching a million monks in total.
Among them, 29 monks came alone!
There are 11 people who have peeked at Xu, 7 people have asked about Xu, 6 people have rushed into Xu, and 6 people have gone too far!
All the high-level monks from the four clans were dispatched to participate in the bloody battle of Ming Luo, leaving only the low-level monks among the clans!
Priests such as Qingdai, Guluo, Xuluo, and the 320,000 Mingluo tribesmen looked up at the millions of monks in the night sky, all with furious eyes!
Their ritual of worshiping their ancestors was ruined by monks from the four tribes!
The ashes of the ancestors were scattered by the four tribes and are difficult to recover!
Even though they knew that there were many strong men from the other side, everyone in the Mingluo tribe was filled with righteous indignation. Immediately, hundreds of Mingluo tribesmen with blood-red eyes spontaneously ignited demon pills and demon infants, rising into the sky to perish together with the monks from the four tribes!
They can endure being scolded, bullied, and ridiculed, and they don't care.
But their ancestors were bullied and their ashes were scattered. How could they endure it, how could they endure it any longer!
"You are going too far!"
Ao Suan, the leader of the Cedar Clan, sneered in the air, stepped on his toes, and a sea of void suddenly appeared in the night sky. He raised his finger, and the bodies of hundreds of Mingluo Clan members soaring into the sky exploded and turned into blood mist.
"A mere golden elixir or Nascent Soul ant dares to fight with the leader of this clan. It is simply overestimating one's own capabilities! Nowadays, the only people in the Mingluo clan who can allow me to take a serious look are the two Wenxu monks. The high priest Qingdai with a false cultivation level is just an ant in the eyes of this clan leader!"
"My clan leader counts to three. If the Wenxu madman who killed my child doesn't show up again, my clan leader will immediately order the bloodbath of Ming Luo!"
"one!"
"two!"
Before Ao Mangsan could count, a sound like a dragon's roar suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth!
But in the darkness of the night, a young man in white suddenly appeared in the night sky, stepping on a black giant sword transformed by his sword thoughts.
Before Ao Suan could see the young man's face clearly, the young man and the sword under his feet were shattered into pieces at the same time!
For a moment, Ao Suan seemed to see the young man in white turning into black clothes strangely. It was like an hallucination and he didn't see it clearly.
The next moment, an ink-like sword thought swept across the night sky. Before the millions of golden elixir monks from the four tribes could react, they were killed by the sword thought. Two to three hundred thousand monks died in an instant!
The ancestors of the four tribes are all Taixu. There are three Taixu in the Cedar tribe and one from each of the other three tribes.
The six Taixu took action together to block the sword thoughts that swept across the night sky, thus preventing the lower-level tribesmen from continuing to fall.
The six of them suppressed their outbursts of anger, but before they could attack the young man in white, they saw countless scattered ink shadows suddenly appear next to Ao Suan.
The ink shadow shattered and condensed, forming a vast strangulation force, strangulating Ao Shishengsheng in the ink shadow!
The ink shadows dispersed, and Ning Fan, dressed in white, held Ao Mu's soul in his hands. With boundless evil energy in his eyes, he glanced coldly at the monks of the four races.
With just one look, even the six Taixu from the four tribes felt an uncontrollable palpitation in their hearts!
"I, Lu Bei, I killed you, the young leader of the Cedar Clan, what can you do to me!"
As soon as Ning Fan said this, the entire sky suddenly fell into deathly silence!
The next moment, a Void Refining monk who had just returned from Beishuhai suddenly exclaimed!
"He is Lu Bei! He is the madman captured by Emperor Teng! He actually escaped to our Dongshuhai!"
