"The good corpse mourns the death, appears!"
As the eyeball monster's voice fell, stone chips continued to peel off the giant statue on the far left, and its appearance was no longer blurry and gradually became clearer.
If the wise words are here, you will definitely be shocked again, because the appearance of this giant statue is exactly the same as the appearance of the Beitian Ancestral Emperor in the top secret files of the Siming Sect!
It was a statue of a middle-aged man. There was a black moon totem on the right side of the man's face, which was the emblem of the mourning clan. His hands were wrapped with countless puppet threads, and his eyes were compassionate. In that compassion, there was an unbreakable sadness. The sadness was so contagious that it quickly spread throughout the valley.
Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, which brought back the saddest memories in his heart.
He thought of his mother, with her pale face, who sacrificed all her demon blood and turned into a stone statue, just to save her child's life.
He thought of his father, who screamed in sorrow and despair under the calculations of the Immortal Emperor Zhang Yun, and lost the memory of the love in his heart little by little.
He thought of the old devil. That year, in Qimei City, the old devil was deposed by his unscrupulous disciple Emperor Nie. For the first time, the old devil showed an old and sad expression, like an old man in his twilight years...
Ning Fan was suddenly startled, and before he knew it, he was crying.
He was assimilated by the sadness of mourning the ancient statues. This sadness has a magical power that makes people feel the same!
"Who is this statue? It has such a powerful sadness that makes me sink into it and cannot extricate myself!"
Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts rushed out of the lake and saw the mourning statue that continued to exude sadness, and his eyes were moved.
"Hehe, this is the statue of the Mourning Emperor. Boy, come and admire the grace of the Beitian Ancestor Emperor. His power is indispensable in order to break the blessing technique."
The eyeball monster chuckled and replied. But he was muttering secretly in his heart.
"Mourning, mourning, we used to have a good relationship. You shouldn't mind if I borrow your power today. Hey. You are dead, so how could you mind? Even your daughter is dead. Now Heaven and earth. Having so few old acquaintances makes people really lonely..."
He continued to activate his magical powers and muttered words. The pressure of mourning the ancient statues became heavier and heavier, causing the entire valley to collapse. They were all shrouded under his pressure.
The coercion seemed to turn into an invisible hand, which suddenly struck out and tore hard towards the lake. Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake immediately felt a sharp pain like tearing his whole body. It seemed that at this moment, his path was torn apart by the invisible hand!
On the right half of the body, blood immediately seeped out of the skin, stained the white clothes on his body, and dissolved in the lake water.
Immediately afterwards. Even the flesh and blood dissolved little by little in the lake water, leaving only the dense white bones under the skin and flesh.
Without flesh and blood, the right half of Ning Fan's body suddenly looked shriveled, and his clothes clung to his bones, giving him an empty feeling.
And as half of his body dissolved, the power of blessing that imprisoned Ning Fan's soul was weakened by one thousandth.
At this moment, an extremely large amount of immortal energy flowed into the lake towards the right side of Ning Fan's body.
The power of immortality seemed to be incompatible with the power of his yin and yang demonic veins, as if they were born as two hostile forces. Can't coexist.
Even so, the power of immortality still nourished Ning Fan's severely damaged body. As a result, a strange scene appeared at the bottom of the lake.
The right half of Ning Fan's body was left with only white bones, no flesh and blood visible. The left half of the body is still nourished by the immortal energy and is intact as before.
Gradually, the power of immortality wrapped around Ning Fan's skeleton, causing a scene of flesh and blood to reorganize immediately on the empty bones.
In just a few breaths, the right half of Ning Fan's body was exposed. It was reshaped at the bottom of the lake, and it was no different from the previous body!
"It's not enough! The evil corpse Yinmo appears!"
The eyeball monster's gaze fell on the second giant statue, and he snorted angrily, "Yin Mo, Yin Mo, you are my body, I am your eyes, you and I are one, I will use your power, Isn’t that an exaggeration?”
The eyeball monster muttered something, and the second giant statue gradually became clearer.
It was a statue of an old man with a bare upper body, his lower body wrapped in an animal skin skirt, and his hair tied into numerous braids.
His appearance is clearly consistent with the ancient statue of the old man on the ninth floor of Tianque!
This is the statue of Patriarch Yinmo! Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly. First there is the statue of mourning, and then there is the statue of Yinmo. Is there any connection between the two...
There is an indescribable sadness in the ancient statues of mourners.
The dark ancient statue has an almost crazy killing intent.
A murderous intent as fierce as a storm suddenly burst out from the Yinmo statue, pressing down heavily on the entire valley.
This murderous intention was not much weaker than the sadness of mourning the death of the emperor, and it also enveloped Ning Fan.
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and violent murderous intent began to grow.
It was a kind of killing intention that was almost disreputable. Any creature that appeared in front of you would be killed, killed, killed!
"This murderous intention is very similar to the feeling of being corroded by the power of tribulation thoughts. Now that my tribulation blood has been completed, this killing intention cannot mess with my sanity!"
Ning Fan's body flashed with red light as he thought about calamity, and he dissipated the murderous intention.
He can allow himself to be moved by sadness, but he cannot allow himself to be eroded by murderous intentions.
As the murderous intention of the second ancient statue descended, the tearing power exerted on Ning Fan immediately doubled in strength!
This time, even the left half of Ning Fan's body began to dissolve. With the blessing of immortal power, the dissolved part quickly reorganized.
"It's still not enough. Do you want to use the power of my corpse... Hey, use it, use it, brother immortal, I will borrow your power for a while. Don't be offended if you offend me..." The eyeball monster looked at Taking a look at the third colossus, he looked cautious, as if he was afraid of the third colossus.
"I am immortal, now!"
Boom!
As soon as the eyeball monster's voice fell, countless black clouds of calamity immediately appeared above the valley. Those calamity clouds were all turned into immortal energy!
Black thunder fell from the sky one after another. Amidst the roar of thousands of thunders, the appearance of the third colossus became clearer little by little.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with long hair, ordinary appearance, but his eyes were so bright that people didn't dare to look at him.
It was impossible to describe the dazzling gaze, as if there was an entire starry sky in his eyes.
In that gaze, there is an unforgettable longing, which is the longing for the starry sky of my motherland...
This longing is silent, but in a moment. Enveloping Ning Fan in it evoked Ning Fan's homesickness.
Ning Fan seemed to resonate with the third ancient statue, as if he could feel the emotions of the person who held the ancient statue countless years ago.
I miss home...I miss home so much...but home. No longer there... That was the emotion of the person in the ancient statue, not Ning Fan's emotion.
Two lines of tears of blood suddenly shed from the eyes of the third ancient statue. His home is long gone, long gone...
"This is the statue of the Immortal Emperor... brat. Look carefully. This man is the number one emperor under the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou! Even if the Desolate Saint sees him, he must be polite!" The eyeball monster His expression was full of awe.
The next moment, a terrifying aura that Ning Fan had never seen in his life suddenly suppressed him from the ancient statue of immortality!
That momentum was several times stronger than that of Emperor Luan Gu!
That is the momentum of the first Immortal Emperor under Zi Dou Immortal Emperor!
At this moment, ancient sounds echoed between heaven and earth. That is the echo buried in the reincarnation of heaven!
That was the unwilling roar of the Immortal Emperor many years ago!
"I, the Purple Dou Immortal cultivator, was born against the calamity, buried my bones without regrets, and lived and died all for the Purple Dou Immortal!"
"The world exists and people exist, but when the world dies, people die! I swear here, in this life, to kill all the enemy cultivators outside the territory and return to my homeland!"
"...I killed the evil corpse, but the evil corpse betrayed the Purple Dou Immortal Realm. It took refuge in the Lord of Tribulation and became the ninth generation barbarian god. This is the hatred of my life..."
"The good corpse... carries the sorrow of my life, so stay in the dream world... here. It is the last home of Zi Dou Xianxiu... The immortal void is left to you to protect yourself..."
"Good Corpse... When I kill all the monks from outside the area, I will come here and take you home..."
A sound sounded over the valley, which was the echo left by the immortal emperor in the reincarnation of heaven. It lasts for eternity and has been passed down to this day.
Hearing this voice again, the eyeball monster's eyes suddenly became moist, and he actually shed tears.
But he quickly put away his tears and concentrated on controlling the formation.
He must help Ning Fan break the blessing technique! Then, kill Yin Mo!
Because... this is the lifelong hatred of the Immortal Emperor, and he wants to help the Immortal Emperor avenge it!
"The art of immortality, the way of commanding destiny...all the heavens and destiny, all obey my orders! The immortal star appears!"
The eyeball monster suddenly activated his magical power, and a little blood mist suddenly flew into the sky in the lake.
The sky above the valley turned into darkness in an instant. In that endless dark night, there was another star, particularly dazzling, slowly descending, transformed by the blood mist.
It was a purple star that contained extremely terrifying immortality!
Its name is the Undead Star! There were nine star points in the Immortal Emperor's right eye, and this Immortal Star was one of the nine star points.
But on this purple star, for some reason, there are many cracks...
"The Immortal Emperor once fought with outside monks and was besieged by twelve saints. The fourth demon star in his right eye was blown to pieces. The broken star turned into a drop of black blood and flowed out... That drop of black blood contained... The memories and longings of the Immortal Emperor for half his life have been lost, and there is even a trace of inheritance left in it... This inheritance can only be obtained by monks with immortal physiques. Others cannot obtain it..."
"It's a pity that apart from the Immortal Emperor, no second monk with immortal physique has been born since ancient times. I'm afraid no one can obtain this inheritance in blood..." The eyeball monster didn't know that there was already a second monk in the world. An immortal monk was born, named Siming. Before he could grow up, he was hacked to death by Ning Fan's sword.
"In order to help this boy break the blessing technique, I even spent my inherited blood. I spent a lot of money this time. I hope this boy will not let me down... I must kill Yin Mo!"
The eyeball monster suddenly drank, and the purple stars above the valley immediately turned into a purple light and shot down toward the lake.
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed at the bottom of the lake, and he watched helplessly as a purple light shot towards his body.
He originally wanted to avoid it, but the eyeball monster's voice came out at this moment, making him give up the idea of escape.
"This is the Immortal Star. It is the fourth of the nine magical star points in the Immortal Emperor's right eye. It is the key to breaking the blessing technique. Accept it!
Next, your body will collapse and reorganize a thousand times. Without its power, you will surely perish a thousand times! "The eyeball monster suddenly reminded.
The moment the reminder sounded, Ning Fan's body began to collapse for the first time, a crazy collapse!
This time, it's not just flesh and blood. Even the bones began to collapse, starting with his right hand, then the entire right half of his body, and then his whole body.
Just a moment. Ning Fan's clothes were shattered, and his whole body turned into blood mist and collapsed, leaving only his soul alone at the bottom of the lake.
Even if the physical body collapses, the soul still has extremely powerful blessing power. This makes Ning Fan's soul unable to fly ten feet away from the place where his physical body collapsed!
At this moment, the purple starlight flew into Ning Fan's Yuanshen. Ning Fan's Yuanshen's face hesitated slightly, but in the end he did not resist this power.
He chose to believe in the eyeball monster once. After all, not believing in the eyeball monster would be a dead end. He had no choice.
As soon as the purple starlight shot in, Ning Fan's soul was immediately enveloped in the lavender light.
The physical body that originally collapsed into blood mist only lasted a moment. It reorganized and came out, but immediately, the physical body collapsed again.
Reorganization, collapse, reorganization, collapse...the alternation of collapse and reorganization is a torment on the level of will.
It's like there is a tiny blade cutting away your flesh and blood inch by inch.
It's like an iron chisel is digging through your bones bit by bit.
It's like there are iron pliers pulling out your nails piece by piece. Clamp your finger bones one by one.
Then, there was a new itching, and then there was another round of severe pain.
With the blessing of the power of formation. The severe pain was amplified countless times. Ning Fan always treated him with cold eyes.
His will has gone through too many trials, and he has tasted so much of this kind of pain that he has long been numb.
It's just that the physical body collapsed again and again, which eventually caused serious injuries to Ning Fan's soul. This injury. He couldn't ignore it.
After ten collapses, Ning Fan's Yuanshen face was as pale as paper.
After twenty collapses, Ning Fan's soul has become somewhat illusory.
Thirty times, forty times... Ning Fan's soul was finally on the verge of disintegration, and his consciousness was gradually lost. As soon as his soul is gone, he will die, just like so many people who died on the path of building a road, they will die quietly.
Are you willing?
Are you willing to die incognito like this?
Are you willing to die just like this, being plotted by Ancestor Yin Mo!
No, not willing!
"Can't disperse!" Ning Fan's soul suddenly looked paranoid and demonic. He doesn't want to dissipate, so even today, he can't make him dissipate!
The lost consciousness was forcibly brought back by him!
The soul that was on the verge of disintegration was forcibly stabilized by his power!
His paranoia seemed to be connected to the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to give off a sense of warmth, making his soul become more and more solid and his consciousness becoming clearer and clearer.
His energy was unprecedentedly concentrated, as if a voice suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind. It came from nowhere and was elusive.
"I miss home... I miss... I really want..."
"...This drop of blood contains my half-life memories and longing for my hometown..."
Who is it, who is speaking?
A powerful force struck, and Ning Fan felt a pain in the sea of consciousness, and his consciousness suddenly fell into many hallucinations.
No, that's not a hallucination, but a fragmented and messy memory.
In that memory, there was a barbarian boy wrapped in animal skin, running frantically for his life on the grassland.
He was just an ordinary barbarian with no cultivation. Behind him, several Pulse Pulse cultivators were riding flying swords, chasing and toying with him.
Escape, must escape!
The tribes in the distance were already bleeding into the sky. His father was dead, his mother was dead, and his home was invaded by the Ziwei Fairyland. His relatives were killed by those high-ranking Ziwei monks...
Home is gone...
"Enough fun, stop chasing, kill this kid, you can go back and do business." A Pimai boy got tired of playing, raised his flying sword, and shot the barbarian boy desperately running in front of him with one sword.
The barbarian boy only felt a pain coming from him, his vision became darker and darker, and he fell to the ground.
Is he dead? Is this death?
If you die, can you see your father and mother? If you die...can you go home...
When he was about to die, the barbarian boy showed a warm smile. It might be better to die than to live.
The body of the barbarian boy fell to the ground. The Pulse Pulse cultivators landed on the ground, preparing to cut off the barbarian boy's head and go back to ask for credit.
At this moment, the sky over the entire grassland suddenly turned into large swaths of purple.
There is also a man whose whole body is enveloped in purple light. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the body of the barbarian boy.
The man was dressed in purple and looked stunning, with not a trace of cultivation aura flowing out from his body. But it gives people a feeling of being invincible.
Several Pulse Pulse cultivators were suddenly stunned. How could they not recognize the man in front of them? This was an old monster named Ziwei and Beidou from the two immortal realms!
"It's...it's him! The arrogant monk who calls himself Zi Dou!"
"A few months ago, this man single-handedly killed all three thousand soldiers of the Ziwei Immortal Emperor. In that battle, a total of sixteen saints died in his hands! The entire Ziwei Immortal Domain is now looking for this person!"
"It is rumored that after this person left, he met the Beidou Immortal Emperor. After the battle, he escaped unharmed. Before this person entered the fourth step, he had the strength to fight against the fourth-step monks. If he entered the fourth step, all the immortals Among the emperors, who can compete with me!"
"Will...will he die? Rumor has it that this person is a murderer and is extremely vicious. If we meet this person, there is no reason to survive..."
Several Pimai juniors were shaking non-stop, their faces turned pale with fear.
The young man in purple didn't even look at the juniors. He just pointed his finger. The juniors immediately exploded into blood mist and screamed to death.
So what if the big one bullies the small ones? Each of these Pulse Pulse cultivators has killed many barbarians, and has a lot of karma on their hands.
If you dare to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed.
"Have Ziwei and Beidou, the two great immortal realms, completely surrendered to the Taicang Chen Realm? The majestic Immortal Emperor actually obeyed the orders of the Chen Realm and besieged the Ancient Barbarian Realm... Have Ziwei and Beidou fallen to this level..."
"Huang Gu, Ziwei, Beidou... the three realms join forces, and with the strong men of the dust realm, the ancient barbarian realm will probably be breached soon... the slave realm of Tai Cang Jie Ling. There will be one more... "
The young man in purple closed his eyes slightly. In this era, it was difficult for him to protect himself and he was unable to change the status quo.
Before entering the fourth step, he is still an ant. He is still far away from the fourth step. Only a thin line, but still far away...
He hasn't seen his way yet.
"My path, what exactly is it..."
The young man in purple looked at the ancient barbarian world with flames soaring into the sky, and suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.
He hates such a war-torn world of cultivation. Every day, countless mortals and weak people die in the turmoil.
It was like the barbarian boy in front of me was used as a tool for teasing by the monks. After teasing, he was brutally killed...
"Huh? Not dead?" The young man in purple suddenly let out a light sigh.
But it was the barbarian boy who fell in a pool of blood, groaning in pain and getting up from the ground.
This young man is indeed a mortal with no cultivation.
This young man's heart was crushed by a flying sword, and he is still alive...
Could it be that this young man has some kind of special physique... It seems that there has never been such a physique in the world of cultivation.
"How could this happen...Why am I not dead!"
The barbarian boy suddenly burst into tears.
My father and mother are dead, but he is the only one still alive...
what is this!
"Why do the weak have to be bullied and killed by the strong? Why, who set this rule!"
The barbarian boy didn't notice that there was a young man in purple standing next to him, he was just sobbing.
The young man in purple was enlightened by the barbarian boy's words, and he had a clear understanding of the problem that had puzzled him for many years.
"The rules...yes, the only difference on the way to the fourth step is this. I haven't set my own rules yet!"
The young man in purple looked deeply at the barbarian boy and asked, "What's your name?"
The barbarian boy was startled to find that there was someone else next to him. When he saw it, he was so frightened that he forgot to cry.
The arrest warrant for the young man in purple has been sent to all the immortal realms. Even among mortals, many people recognize him and regard him as a murderous demon.
"My...my name is Yin Mo..." the barbarian boy replied weakly.
...
Ning Fan was slightly startled and temporarily woke up from his memories.
He actually saw the memories of the Immortal Emperor!
But in the memory of the Immortal Emperor, why is there the Yinmo Patriarch, and why is there the Zi Dou Immortal Emperor!
Immortality, Yinmo, and Mourning, these three people seem to have some inexplicable connection...
What particularly surprised Ning Fan was that in this memory, he actually saw the scene where Zi Dou Immortal King asked about the fourth step!
Zi Dou in his memories has obviously not yet taken the fourth step to become a generation of Immortal Emperor.
But he was very close to the fourth step, and he asked questions one after another.
'My path, what exactly is it...'
'The rules...yes, the only shortcoming on the way to the fourth step is this. I haven’t set my own rules yet! '
Ning Fan, a little second-step true immortal, actually heard with his own ears the comprehension of the fourth step by Immortal Emperor Zi Dou. Although there were only two simple sentences, they were enough to shock him.
Does this count as being one step ahead and seeing the way to the fourth step?
How many saints have spent their whole lives unable to find how to break through the fourth step. He just saw it so simply, in the memories of the immortal emperor... (To be continued.)
