As the saying goes, evil people will be punished by evil people. Top novels www『w． x』s222． The pig-faced box spirit is not a kind person, but for Ning Fan, this is not a big problem.
Ning Fan has surrendered many servants, most of them villains. San Mo Da Tou, Hei Yun Wu Lao Ba, Zhu Gong Gong Ling... Now, there is such a pig-faced box spirit.
He has extremely rich experience in dealing with villains, and he is nothing more than giving both kindness and power.
Wei, Ning Fan has shown it to the pig-faced box spirit. At least on the surface, the pig-faced box spirit has been suppressed.
Well, there is no need to rush for a while. The task at the moment is to use the power of this pig-faced box spirit to get rid of the water ghosts here.
Now, since Pig Face behaved so tamely, Ning Fan stopped his hand and asked.
"Tell me, what can you do to deal with the water ghost here?" The voice still had a hint of coldness, which made the pig's face tremble in fear.
He was severely injured by Ning Fan's finger sword and almost died. At this moment, he was lucky enough to save his life. His fear of Ning Fan has risen to an unprecedented level. Facing Ning Fan, how could he dare to be disrespectful at all? He was even more afraid of saying something wrong and angering this evil star again. He was highly nervous and replied nervously,
"My master doesn't know. Although the water of the underworld can nourish ghosts, the ghosts born in the underworld have great weaknesses. Others don't know their weaknesses, but the villain who was once a water army in the underworld knows it very well! Those who trap and kill these water ghosts The villain knows at least ten ways, but they all take a lot of time. Of course, if the master just wants to enter this palace instead of killing all the ghosts, the villain has an easier way. In fact... as long as the master is small If someone uses a small spell and gives an order, these water ghosts will retreat directly, not daring to stop the master's pace..."
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
With an order, many water ghosts retreated directly? Was he a member of the Huangquan Navy? Where did this pig face come from in the past...
"Are you serious? Can you really do this?"
"...How dare I deceive my master! Before I returned to the ruins, I was in charge of Huangquan Jiuyou. I know these water ghosts well, so it won't be difficult to deal with them! Master, please place this treasure box flat at the door of the palace. Outside, then step back a little to see how the villain scares away these water ghosts and clears the way for the master to move forward!"
Pig Face vowed, and looked eager to prove himself through meritorious deeds.
He knew that he had offended Ning Fan. Although Ning Fan had let him go for the time being, it was not safe. There was no guarantee that Ning Fan would not settle the scores with his wife in the future. Only by making up for it through meritorious deeds can Zhu Lian feel a sense of security. At this moment, in order to protect himself, he really wished he could use all his strength to help Ning Fan.
"If you really have this ability, I will wait and see."
Ning Fan was silent for a while, and finally followed his words, approaching the palace step by step. When he was ten steps away from the palace gate, Ning Fan did not move forward, but placed the jade box in his hand on the ground, and then stepped back slightly.
Seeing that Ning Fan had retreated far enough, Zhu Lian took a deep breath, and suddenly turned into a ray of green light, flew out of the jade box, landed on the ground, and transformed into a wild boar spirit with broad arms and round waist.
This wild boar spirit has a black face and short hair, and his ears are as big as cattail fans. He wears a very coquettish red wedding dress and a black hat with gold leaves on both sides, making him look like a groom.
If this groom's suit were worn on Ning Fan, it might still feel a bit chic, but if it was worn on a pig spirit, it would look neither fish nor fowl.
The clothes on this pig spirit are even more tacky. He wears a gold belt around his waist and a circle of shining gold beads hanging around his neck. There are a total of twenty beads, all of which are the size of goose eggs. On each finger, there is a jeweled ring, studded with various gemstones. Grinning, hey, he still has gold teeth...
Slightly vulgar…
Ning Fan was slightly speechless. Just by looking at what he wears, you can tell that this guy is a top-notch guy. He seems to be in the same category as Da Tou, Wu Lao Ba, and Zhu Gong Gong Ling...
"Little Zhu Er, meet my master!" The wild boar spirit bowed to Ning Fan. He didn't dare to raise his head too high and didn't dare to show his anger. He was obviously afraid of Ning Fan.
"Zhu Er is your real name?"
"Yes, yes, my name is Zhu Er. I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname!" Zhu Er's eyes were a little empty, but he still said bravely.
Ning Fan couldn't tell that this pig spirit was lying. Zhu Er must be a pseudonym, but he didn't bother to ask too much. He wasn't interested in the pig spirit's real name, so he just ordered lightly.
"Then, you can start driving away the water ghosts here."
"Uh, um, um... Master, can you dissipate the sword energy in the villain's body first? It's scary! Master's magical power is really terrifying! There is only a small amount of sword energy left in the villain's body, even if the villain exerts all his strength Unable to compete. With the interference of this sword energy, the villain's spirit body cannot be repaired. That, that... the villain is sure to drink away these water ghosts with just one command, but there is a prerequisite, which requires the use of some secret technique. If The spirit body is damaged, and the success rate of the secret technique is not high...Master, you see..."
Zhu Er pleaded hesitantly and rubbed his pork loin pitifully.
Because of Ning Fan's previous finger-sword blow, the joint between Zhu Er's upper and lower body was almost broken into two pieces, with only a few traces still connected.
Speaking of which, Zhu Er is quite capable. He can actually repair wounds on his own. This is not something that other weapon spirits can do. However, because Ning Fan's remaining sword energy was rampant and rampant in his body, this repair made no progress. As soon as he repaired some parts, he would be destroyed by the sword energy again, intermittently and endlessly...
Unless Ning Fan takes away the remaining sword energy in his body, Zhu Er can restore the integrity of his spiritual body. This is what he wants at this moment.
Ning Fan didn't say much, he just casually took a shot of the pig spirit from a distance, and immediately took out strands of white sword energy from it.
The pig spirit was overjoyed. As soon as the sword energy was emptied from his body, he immediately used his magical power, and the broken part of his spiritual body soon returned to its original state with a sizzling sound.
"Hahaha, Second Grandpa, I have recovered!"
When the pig spirit is happy, he wants to get carried away and roar, but when the words come to his mouth, he feels something is wrong. Now he is no better than before. In front of his new master, it is better to restrain his arrogance. So, in the middle of the roar, he turned around and changed it to, "Oh haha, I, Zhu Xiaoer, have recovered, and I can finally make contributions to the master in my best condition!"
Ning Fan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Fake, so fake... This kind of hypocrisy, this ability to tell nonsense seriously, is comparable to Wu Laoba. It seems that Zhu Er is not really stupid, he is just used to being arrogant. If he encounters an invincible enemy, he will definitely be able to bend and stretch...
"Can you cast a spell to drive away the water ghosts here now? If I read correctly, your spirit body seems to be unable to leave this treasure box for too long..."
"Hiss, my master's eyesight is so good that I saw this at a glance! Looking at the monks I have encountered in my life, my master's eyesight is the best!" Zhu Er pretended to be shocked and flattered him.
"...Do you need a lot of eyesight to see through this? Stop talking nonsense and get down to business!" Ning Fan said speechlessly.
"yes!"
Zhu Er responded respectfully, but secretly wondered in his heart.
Is it because he hasn’t flattered people in many years and his skills are rusty? Otherwise, why could his flattery fail to impress Ning Fan at all...
It seems that I am really used to being an elder, and I am not used to being a younger brother again... Hey, it seems I have to find an opportunity to practice this craft again.
Knowing that Ning Fan was in a hurry, Zhu Er naturally did not dare to waste any more time. He made a hand gesture with his hands and chanted the formula in his mouth, and then the dead sea water at the bottom of the sea suddenly began to surge, and there were... water waves. !
The water wave was very slow at first, and then continued to accelerate as time went by. Finally, the water wave was so strong that Ning Fan was shaken to the point of being unable to stand still.
Zhu Er, however, remained as steady as a mountain in the swaying water, and remained motionless. He only muttered words and continued to cast spells. He is the body of a weapon spirit, and there is no trace of cultivation in his body. However, the ability displayed at this moment makes Ning Fan dare not underestimate him.
Among the waves, a green light gradually appeared. In the dim and dark sea bottom, this light looked particularly dazzling, like stars in the night sky.
The light was very faint at first, but at a certain moment, a sudden burst of blue light swept across the place, and in the blue light, an incense table with melons and fruits appeared.
Zhu Er bowed three times to the incense table, chanting words such as "Three Purities protect you" and "Disciples respectfully invite all saints to come".
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan's first reaction was that Zhu Er was casting a spell such as the Divine Invitation Technique, inviting a strong person to appear incarnate. Listen to those words, what you are asking for is actually related to the word holy. Could it be that you are actually asking for a saint!
Is this possible?
In an illusory place like the Dream World, a legendary saint is invited to come?
What would happen if a saint really came...
Or maybe, please all the saints is just a slogan, a mantra, nothing more...
Ning Fan doesn't know the specific origin of Zhu Er, but judging from the information obtained so far, this Zhu Er is at least a strong man in the real world, and has even guarded the real Huangquan Jiuyou.
What kind of effect does the spell that Zhu Er is concentrating on at this moment have?
What big changes are going to happen here...!
Bang!
Just when Ning Fan's nerves were tense, the green light around Zhu Er actually exploded.
After the explosion, the original incense case disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by Zhu Er, who was in a state of embarrassment after being blown up by the blue light...
"Impossible, impossible! Is it because my skills are rusty that I can actually fail to cast a spell?" Zhu Er rubbed the smoking mane on his head, his face full of disbelief.
Ning Fan was speechless again. It was difficult for him to really think that a saint would come, and he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. As a result, Zhu Er caused such an explosion for him...
"Can you do it? If you can't drive away the water ghosts here, just say so!" Ning Fan said impatiently.
"Well, this is just a small mistake. Don't worry, Master, I will succeed next time, for sure!"
After one stick of incense...
boom! explode!
An hour later…
boom! boom! Explode! Explode!
Two hours later…
Three hours later…
Zhu Er had failed to cast spells dozens of times in succession, and his entire spirit body was blown up, giving off a burnt smell.
Ning Fan sighed. He felt that he was a bit stupid for giving Zhu Er a chance again and again...
If Ning Fan hadn't been able to see Zhu Er's extremely serious attitude towards casting spells, he would have almost thought that Zhu Er was deliberately looking for trouble and failed in casting spells on purpose.
"Can you do it..." Ning Fan said after being silent for a long time.
"Master, give me one last chance, I will definitely be able to do it!" Zhu Er said with fear.
"If that doesn't work, you can use other methods to kill all the water ghosts here! Your method doesn't save me much time."
"This is really the last time, give me one last chance, good master, my good master..."
"…the last time."
"Yes, the last time! The villain has somewhat understood why the spell failed. It's not my own fault, but the change of heaven and earth... So that's it, that's it..."
Zhu Er summoned the incense table again, and once again the place became ablaze with green light.
The intensity of the green light continued to rise, and gradually it was approaching the critical point that the sea water here could bear. Once it passes, it will explode again!
But this time, after the intensity of the green light reached its limit, Zhu Er suddenly changed. With a change of fingertips, the green light suddenly began to shrink and condense, and gradually formed an extremely huge green halo!
The halo continued to exude a heart-stopping pressure, and immediately, an old man's figure enveloped in blue light stepped out of the halo, with his back to Zhu Er and Ning Fan, and his face to the palace of Yiyou. Stand with your hands behind your back.
That huge green ring is clearly a saint ring that only saints can possess!
The old man possessed terrifying pressure at the level of a saint. It seemed that he could destroy the entire dream world with just one thought. The words he spoke made Ning Fan's expression change!
"I came here by God's will to destroy the world! Those who stand in the way will be killed without mercy! Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"
These words, this wild laughter, seem to be spoken to the ghosts in the palace, and they also seem to be spoken to Ning Fan! The huge coercion carried by that laughter echoed endlessly in Ning Fan's ears, like the sound of heaven and earth echoing! And every time it echoes, it will bring Ning Fan a severe pain that is almost shattering in his consciousness!
However, at this moment, Ning Fan could no longer care about the pain. He was completely shocked by the brief words of this mysterious saint.
Destroy the world!
This Zhu Er actually invited a saint! And the saint he invited actually planned to destroy the dream world!
What a joke! Wasn't it meant to drive away ghosts? Why did it become... to destroy the world!
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and there were countless speculations in his heart, and then he felt a trace of regret! He shouldn't have given Zhu Er the chance to invite a saint, he shouldn't have! This Zhu Er...could he be a powerful enemy in disguise!
There is no trace of falsehood in this saint's aura. Even if you scan it with the vision of a second-level heavenly being, you can only see the truth!
This is a true saint!
If this saint is the enemy of the Purple Dou Immortal Realm, and if inviting this saint is Zhu Er's conspiracy, then what happened today will most likely become the bane of the destruction of the Dream Realm!
And this disaster was only possible because of Ning Fan's repeated connivance!
In the dream world, can anyone compete with the third step saint!
In the wild disaster of that day, just one Yin Mo at the level of ancient major cultivator almost wiped out many of the Immortal Emperors of the Dream Realm. If a saint-level enemy comes, the combined forces of the Four Heavens and Nine Realms, the Heavenly Demon Realm, the Ancient Demonic Abyss, etc. may not be able to compete!
We can only watch helplessly...destroyed!
If the dream world is really destroyed because of this, then he, Ning Fan, will be the troublesome sinner in the dream world! Because this great enemy of the saint came with his connivance!
"Zhu Er! Give me an explanation!"
Ning Fan's killing intent surged wildly.
This world is the dream world created by Immortal Emperor Zi Dou; this is the last home that countless martyrs Zi Dou desperately guarded; this is his home and the place where his closest relatives and friends live!
He could forgive Zhu Er for his previous verbal offense, but if Zhu Er had the intention to destroy the world, that would be a different matter! Because this means putting his closest relatives and friends in danger!
If this is the case, then Ning Fan will try his best to make Zhu Er pay the price here!
Ning Fan has not released this level of murderous intent for many years. The roar of murderous intent made Zhu Er, who was originally a little proud, feel horrified and confused.
He finally succeeded in performing the spell, why was the master angry?
Could it be that the master misunderstood something? Misunderstanding that he invited a real saint? Misunderstood that the saint he invited really wanted to destroy the dream world?
"Master, calm down! You have misunderstood, misunderstood... This is not a real saint, it is just an illusion. If you don't believe it, I will ask this 'sage' to turn his head. Master will know at a glance that what the villain said is true..."
Zhu Er explained while chanting formulas to control the saint. In an instant, the old saint, who was standing with his hands behind his hands and looking at the sky, turned around.
What an old face that is.
However, that face actually looks exactly like Ning Fan. It is exactly what Ning Fan will look like when he is old...
Ning Fan's eyes became slightly strange.
He didn't think there would be a saint in the real world who looked like him.
He also didn't think that any descended saint would be bored and transform into his appearance.
"Master, you have to believe me. This is not a real saint. This is an empty shell, used to scare people. The pressure is real, but that pressure can't hurt people. At most, it can only bring harm to people. The sea of consciousness is in severe pain, thus increasing others’ belief in this matter…”
"Master, if you still don't believe it, you can come closer and touch it. This saint is like a bubble, which will break if you touch it..."
Ning Fan approached as he was told, and with caution, he touched the saint who had the same appearance as him.
Then, the saint, the ring of the first saint, the pressure in the sky, etc., all burst like a bubble with a bang.
Fake…
It’s actually fake…
Mingming's aura, coercion, etc. are all made the same as a real saint, but it is a useless exorcism shell that will crack when touched...
Since Ning Fan has been practicing Taoism, he has never been so speechless at this moment.
He was so close to the enemy that he even thought about the outcome of dying here. However, Zhu Er told him that this saint's enemy was fake...
"Is this an illusion? What level of illusion..."
"Tai Xuan's top grade, an illusion that only true saints can use."
No wonder even my heavenly eyes can't see any falsehood. It is actually a Taixuan high-grade illusion technique that can only be used by saints... It is estimated that once this technique is released, not many people in the entire dream world can see through the falseness of that saint's aura...
"... How did you use the illusion that only a saint can use?"
"Haha, what I used is not complete, just a part. The person who taught me this technique is a real saint. The saint once said that when this technique is complete, you can use illusion to transform into a real saint to help in the battle, but if it is incomplete, , you can only conjure up its form, but not the reality. In short, you can only conjure up a saint to scare people, which is of little use..."
No, being able to scare people is already a very terrible use, okay? The premise is... this lie is not exposed by others.
If this saint had not had the same face as Ning Fan, and if Zhu Er had not warned him in advance, Ning Fan would never have thought that this saint was a sham.
"Speaking of which, why did the illusion you used make the saint look the same as me..."
"If I don't have the same appearance as your old man, this technique won't be successful." Zhu Er said with a smile.
"What's the meaning?"
"In short, because the master is one of the few practitioners in the world, this technique can imitate the image of the master and achieve success."
"What does it have to do with me being a cultivator?" Ning Fan frowned and glanced at Zhu Er. He didn't seem to have shown his discipline in front of Zhu Er, but Zhu Er recognized it...
"because…"
Zhu Er opened his mouth to explain to Ning Fan, but suddenly his expression changed, revealing a look of fear. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't spit out a single word.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead!
It seems that in today's world, under the current laws of the Great Dao, once you speak out those taboos, disaster will be imminent!
For a long time, for a long time...Zhu Er said dejectedly and sadly, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't tell the reason. Because...I can't say it!"
Speechless!
Speechless again!
Tu Huang had also told many secrets of the real world before, but there were no unspeakable situations in those.
However, what Zhu Er wanted to talk about had this incredible situation happen...
From this point of view, not all things in the real world cannot be discussed. Some can be talked about, and some...cannot be touched at all!
"Forget it, forget it if you can't say it. Let's change the question. Can't the saint you transformed have the appearance of someone else? For example, a random stranger..."
"In the past, you could; now, you can't... Only by cultivating the image can you use it to perform this technique." Zhu Er sighed.
Ning Fan frowned. Zhu Er's words gave rise to countless speculations in his heart, but he could not get any confirmation.
There are too many secrets of heaven and earth that cannot be touched, and there are too many things that cannot be described...
"Does it have to be like me?"
"yes…"
"That's it...then forget it."
"Master, please allow me to take a short rest. Every time this technique is used successfully, it will cause huge losses. It cannot be used again until the rest is complete."
"How long do you need to rest before you can perform the surgery again?"
"Three...three hours, right?" Zhu Er said with a little lack of confidence and said with a dry smile.
Ning Fan frowned, "Tell the truth!"
"Three…three days."
"to be honest!"
"Three...three years."
"Give you one last chance...tell the truth!"
"Three million years... use this technique once, and the villain will need three million years to recover..." This time, it was the truth.
Ning Fan suddenly felt a headache, "Then you want me to wait here for you to take a break? Do you want me to wait here for you for three million years?"
"The villain deserves to die! The villain is afraid that if he tells the truth, his master will be angry..."
"If you go back in time, will your losses disappear? Will you return to your peak state at the previous time?" Ning Fan was silent for a while and asked.
"Yes, there is another way! Master, use the magical power of the treasure box to turn back time! This way, the villain can use this technique again!"
"In that case...Prajnaparamita!"
…
Time returns to the original point in time for the second time.
Except for Ning Fan and He Ling who were able to retain their memories before time went back, all other living beings lost their memories of this time as time went back.
Therefore, when Ning Fan appeared on the building boat again, the words he heard were still the same words Tu Huang had said before.
In Tu Huang's eyes, Ning Fan has not yet entered the Underworld, but is about to enter.
"...In this way, this time point has been positioned by this treasure box. If something happens to you, you can go back in time and return to this place. But I want to remind you that the use of this treasure box is not pointless. The limit is that you can only be resurrected ten times in a day, which means that you can only die ten times in the depths of this underworld at most. Do you remember?"
"Remember, but I only have eight chances to turn back time." Ning Fan said speechlessly.
"What! You've died twice?"
"Well, that's right..."
The first time was the moment before Ning Fan's death, when he passively traveled back in time, and the second time was when he actively used the treasure box. The situation was a little different, but Ning Fan did not intend to explain these irrelevant details.
Tu Huang asked him the same questions and gave him the same warnings as before.
After the conversation, Ning Fan jumped into the sea of underworld for the third time and arrived outside the palace of Yiyou Palace following familiar paths.
Although it was a pity to waste time and go back in time, Ning Fan would rather go back in time as they waited for Zhu Er's skills to cool down for three million years.
Zhu Er appeared from the treasure box again. This time, he performed the illusion very smoothly. With his previous successful experience, he transformed into a saint who looked like Ning Fan without failure.
There is no hint of illusion at all!
Seeing the saint transformed by the illusion again, Ning Fan still couldn't see any flaw in his aura, and could only feel the magic of this technique.
Even monks like him, who are in the second realm of heavenly beings, can't see through it. How many people in the world can see through this?
This illusion seems useless, but if used properly, it can be regarded as a means of frightening the enemy... The more advanced the old monster is, the more afraid he will be of beings like saints...
Even Ning Fan couldn't see through the illusion, and the ghosts with low intelligence in the palace couldn't even see through it.
Zhu Er controlled the illusion saint and stepped into the palace gate step by step. The moment he stepped in, more than 700 ghosts were killed, but they were all shocked and feared by the illusion saint's third step. , If you are facing a powerful enemy, you dare not resist.
The moment Zhu Er controlled the saint to speak, all the water ghosts' expressions were stagnant and confused.
"According to the order of the Nine Saints of Tianhe and the Commander-in-Chief of Nine Rivers, Saint Tianpeng, you and the guards of Yihe will be immediately transferred to Erhe and wait for the dispatch of Saint Tianren without any mistakes!"
"Canopy...sage...obey...orders..."
The water ghosts looked confused. With their extremely low intelligence, they could not understand Zhu Er's words at all.
But the word "Tiao Ling" was like an instinct engraved in the soul, urging them to leave this abandoned Yiyou Palace that they had guarded for countless years.
Even when the enemy came, they would rather fight to death than escape.
Even if they die, they will turn into water ghosts and continue to protect this abandoned palace!
Because military orders are like mountains!
The military order they had received before was to defend the First Tianhe at all costs. But now, this military order has changed. Because the Nine Saints of Tiantian River have new requirements, they must move away from Tiantian River!
Is the person giving the order really the Canopy Saint?
I don’t know, I don’t know… The voice of Saint Canopy is real, the pressure of this Saint is also real, maybe… the orders are also real…
Where is the river the next day?
I don’t know, I don’t know…
Then go find it, go find it... because military orders are like mountains.
One by one, the water ghosts swam out of the gate of a quiet palace and swam into the distance. As if their long-cherished wishes had come to an end, one after another they turned into points of light and disappeared into the sea water...
Ning Fan was slightly silent, watching these water ghosts disappear. For some reason, the first thing he felt in his heart was not the joy of clearing away obstacles, but the indescribable sadness.
These water ghosts... are they the defenders who died here...
He died and turned into a ghost, but he still did not forget his duty, but he was a group of awe-inspiring guards...
As soon as the water ghosts dispersed, Zhu Er released the illusion, and as if all his strength had been drained, he flew back into the treasure box to rest.
Ning Fan picked up the treasure box from the ground and asked meaningfully about the pig face on the treasure box,
"Speaking of which... what does the canopy saint mean, and what does the military order mean? The orders you used the saint's pressure to give to those water ghosts must not have been made up casually... could they be true?"
"Ahaha, what are you talking about, Master? Why can't I understand?"
"Forget it, since you don't want to say more, I won't ask any more questions. The things your former master wants should be in this palace. You can rest first, we won't need you for the time being."
Ning Fan put away the treasure box, then took out Tu Huang's left eye, held it in his hand, and entered the main hall of Yiyou Palace.
This is a palace that has been abandoned for many years. Apart from the ever-burning lamps that have long been extinguished, there are no redundant furnishings in the palace. In the center of the main hall, there is a well...
As Ning Fan entered the palace, Tu Huang's left eye began to shine brightly. The light was as light as smoke and drifted toward the well in the center of the palace.
Demons are good at arranging the connection points of different spaces to look like wells. However, the well in front of them is obviously not a space connection point, but has another purpose.
"Is what the Tu Huang wants in this well..."
Ning Fan stepped closer, lowered his head, and looked into the well. The moment he lowered his head, an unimaginably hot breath suddenly spurted out from the well!
The moment the heat wave swept over, Ning Fan seemed to have expected it, and retreated, and activated the Aegis Destruction Shield defense while retreating.
However, even with the defense of the God-Destroying Shield, Ning Fan was still directly burned to ashes under the scorching power!
There is no way to compete!
Not fire!
It's something hotter than fire!
It’s extremely yang! The number is huge enough to burn out the entire eastern sky!
Historically, the five supreme figures of the Dabei tribe would enter this place at specific times to collect the power of the polar sun on the sea.
But the extreme sun they collected was only a very small trace floating out from the well. Even so, they were extremely satisfied.
However, compared with the polar sun in the well, the amount of polar sun they collected was too small, too little...
At this moment, the Jiyang that faced Ning Fan and killed him was far from being comparable to the few that had escaped!
Not to mention Ning Fan, even a Taoist Mu Song level one would definitely be killed instantly by Ji Yang here if he came here!
This dry well...how could there be so much power of extreme Yang!
This dry well...is what Tu Huang is looking for!
…
Go back in time for the third time and return to the building.
What struck my ears were Tu Huang's earnest words of warning.
"...In this way, this time point has been positioned by this treasure box. If something happens to you, you can go back in time and return to this place. But I want to remind you that the use of this treasure box is not pointless. The limit is that you can only be resurrected ten times in a day, which means that you can only die ten times in the depths of this underworld at most. Do you remember?"
"Remember. But there are only seven chances to turn back time today..."
"What! You have died three times!" Tu Huang, who had been warning him earnestly, was suddenly startled.
"This time, I found what you were looking for. It's the dry well in Yiyou Palace, right? Your purpose is to collect the extreme sun in the well! I don't know where the dry well came from, but I can tell you clearly that this matter , absolutely impossible!”
Ning Fan said seriously.
Extreme Yang is a good thing and an important material for opening the eyes of a quasi-sage, but it must be collected with destiny!
Judging from the power of the extreme sun that Kujing had exploded before, not to mention who he is now, his mana has increased tenfold or a hundredfold! As long as you are attacked by that dry well once, you will still die!
Even if he could go back in time seven times, seventy times, or seven hundred times, Ning Fan didn't think he had the ability to collect the terrifying polar sun from the dry well.
This is not something that a monk from the dream world can do!
Just like the giant bell of reincarnation that no one in the Northern Immortal Realm can lift, if you can't lift it, you just can't lift it! It’s not that you don’t have enough cultivation, it’s that you don’t have enough levels!
The attack power of Kujing has definitely reached the third step!
If Tu Huang's goal is to collect the polar yang from the well, then even if Ning Fan is willing to help Tu Huang, he can only say sorry to Tu Huang.
It's not that he is unwilling to help, but that he really can't do it... If you are not a saint, you will die if you touch this well. This is the answer Ning Fan came to at the cost of one death! (To be continued.)
