Underfoot is the endless red earth continent.
There was no sound of wind in my ears.
The sky is made up of the rays of countless stars condensed together to form a vast and boundless starry sky.
It has been three days since Ning Fan's soul body rushed into this strange place. This strange place is the oral world of the huge human head.
His physical body was bound by a golden hoop, unable to move, and remained in the outside world.
His soul rushed into this strange place alone, hoping to bring back the Tu Huang or the Sword Ancestor from here.
During this trip, Ning Fan's Yuanshen body brought the God-Destroying Shield and the storage bag, but did not bring the Yin-Yang Lock, but left the Yin-Yang Lock in the Dantian of the physical body.
He didn't know whether this trip could bring back the Tu Huang. He didn't know whether the trip could be successful, whether he could survive, and whether he could return to his hometown. If this trip fails, if he dies here, he cannot let the countless cauldrons in Xuanyin Realm be buried in nothingness with him.
The moment he entered this strange place, he even managed to slightly suppress the life-and-death connection between slavery and other restrictions. In this way, even if he died, he would not cause fatal harm to Zang Yue, Wu Laoba and others. …
Yes, he rushed into this strange place with the consciousness of death. Because this strange place brought him a sense of crisis, he didn't even have a one-in-a-billion chance of survival...
Entering this place was definitely the most unwise decision he had ever made in his life.
But even if he only had that slim certainty, he would still give it a try, never wanting to watch the Slaughter Emperor disappear before his eyes.
Although Tu Huang had already had sex with him, this matter was not the reason why he was so crazy about Tu Huang that he could not control it. In fact, even if an ordinary cauldron was in such a situation, Ning Fan would definitely save it at all costs with his stubbornness. Although the result was the same, an ordinary woman would not have allowed him to have such crazy emotions burning in his chest.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand…
At this moment, Ning Fan couldn't understand his own heart. There are countless beauties around him, and the one with the deepest affection must definitely be his first woman - Zhihe.
It's not that other women are not good, it's just that his relationship with Zhihe was a relationship he met at a young age and was born out of poverty. It was also the first relationship in his life and he cherished it the most, so it had a weight that no one else could compare to.
Mu Weiliang, Xu Qiuling, Luo You... there are many, many more women who he regards as life. He is not a good man, not even a good person...
However, for the first time in his life, Ning Fan discovered that there was actually a woman in this world whose meaning to him was different from other women.
That difference has nothing to do with feelings. His feelings for the Slaughter Emperor are far from the strongest among the women.
What Tu Huang brought to him was an indescribable feeling.
It is a kind of closeness without reason, a kind of gratitude from the heart, and a kind of debt that cannot be repaid in endless reincarnations...
Yes, it’s a debt...
It was only at this moment that Ning Fan finally understood why Tu Huang gave him the most special feeling.
Tu Huang must not be the person he has the deepest feelings for.
But most of all... she is the woman he owes the most to in his past and present lives!
"I have a feeling that in my previous life, I owed her a lot, and I owed her a lot, so much that even after countless reincarnations, I still can't let go of this matter deep in my soul..."
"At Corpse Bone Mountain, I saw the bones of the Sword Ancestor dissipating before my eyes, and I was powerless to stop it. I actually felt as if my heart was ashes. It was simply unbelievable. This time, when I saw the Slaughter Emperor dissipate, I wished I could overthrow the entire world... This kind of madness On the surface, the thought was born in my heart, but maybe, it is not... maybe, it was the crazy emotion that remained deep in my soul during the life when I flew out of my butterfly hometown..."
"The Sword Ancestor is the Sword Ancestor. The Sword Ancestor died countless years ago. The Sword Ancestor's true love that makes up the Sword Ancestor's body is the last trace of the Sword Ancestor's mark left in the world..."
"What is that spot of light swallowed by the giant human head... The mysterious saint who stopped me said that I was interfering with the return of the Sword Ancestor Taoism. Taoism, what is it..."
Ning Fan Yuanshen held the Aegis Destruction Shield and flew close to the dark red continent. He did not dare to fly too high for fear of touching the stars in the sky.
The stars in this strange place have unpredictable power at every moment. He accidentally approached it once before, and at a certain moment, the stars split a beam of destruction starlight, and even a hole was ripped out of the God-Destroying Shield, and his soul , was penetrated by the starlight, and was seriously injured to the point of death...
Even the random use of spiritual thoughts here may lead to attacks from mysterious stars.
After that, Ning Fan took a lot of pills to suppress the injury, but it was only barely suppressed and could not make any recovery from the injury. The location of the wound seemed to be being torn apart by a force that he couldn't understand and could not be closed. This was the first time Ning Fan had seen that kind of force.
Later, he blindly searched here for three days, but because he could not spread his spiritual thoughts in a large area, he could not find the light spots where Emperor Tu dispersed into the world...
The pattern of heaven and earth here was changing rapidly. From the moment he entered, he could no longer find his way back.
The fourth day.
Ning Fan still hasn't found Tu Huang.
His soul essence and blood began to steam in this strange place, and he felt pain every moment.
The fifth day.
His soul has shrunk by a large circle, only half of its original size. His aura is extremely weak, but he is still looking for it here.
The sixth day.
Ning Fan's soul finally gave out and fell to the ground in a coma. He destroyed his shield and storage bag and fell to the red soil.
The seventh day, the eighth day, the ninth day...
Ning Fan never woke up again.
The blood of his soul was completely evaporated, and the soul, shrunk to the limit, finally turned into steaming gas, dissipated in this strange place, and returned to nothingness.
"It's only been nine days, are you dead? If you can't survive twenty-two days, I can't help you even if I want to. After all, you are in the dream world, too far away from me, too far... I want to understand The second realm takes time..." In the endless starry sky, Caiwei Sheng sighed regretfully, and the voice seemed to come from an extremely remote place. Naturally, the dead Ning Fan could not hear it.
The tenth day.
The eleventh day.
The storage bag that was lying quietly suddenly shot out a ray of moonlight.
At the moment when the moonlight appeared, the power of time in the surrounding space strangely reversed!
"Prajnaparamita..."
It's a formula that Ning Fan arranged in his storage bag in advance, and it will take effect after a delay!
As time went back, Ning Fan's fallen soul was restored and reshaped bit by bit.
Finally, Ning Fan, who had died on the ninth day, was resurrected on the eleventh day!
"It's so dangerous. If I hadn't called out the true name of the Moonlight Box before attacking the Holy Mountain, I would probably have died in this strange place at this moment." Ning Fan said with lingering fear, his fear of this strange place rising. Unprecedented.
With a move of his Yuan Shen's little hand, he took the storage bag and the God-Destroying Shield on the ground into his arms, and tied the small shield to his chest like a slightly raised chest armor; the storage bag was carried on his back.
He took out the moonlight treasure box from the storage bag and looked at it carefully. He found that a quarter of the saint's will in the treasure box was used up because of his resurrection!
In other words, the remaining saint's will is only enough for him to die here three times...
The so-called Moonlight Treasure Box is actually the real name of the Pig Face Treasure Box. When Ning Fan awakened the gift of communication among all things, he heard this true name from the treasure box.
It's amazing.
Before I knew the real name, the steps to use the Moonlight Box were extremely cumbersome. You had to set a mark in a certain area before you could use it.
When Ning Fan learned the real name of the Moonlight Box, he actually had the strange feeling of using the Moonlight Box as if the human box was integrated into one. When used again, even if it is not marked in advance, it can be used anytime and anywhere, and there are no restrictions on the number of uses, cooling time, etc.
Since then, the Moonlight Treasure Box has been used in two completely different ways: normal marked use and true name unmarked use.
When using it for non-marking purposes, there are three more things to note.
First, it can only allow Ning Fan, as the owner of the treasure box, to go back in time alone, but cannot change the time of everyone or things around him like when the mark is used. This means that if Ning Fan dies, he can be resurrected by unmarked time flow, but others cannot. Only marking in advance is possible.
Second, non-marked use consumes a lot of the saint's will in the Moonlight Box, which is several times the consumption of marked use. If the level of the attack causing death is too high, it consumes more...
Third, non-marked resurrection will have a certain delay in time, either one or two hours, or one or two days. Depending on the surrounding environment and the cause of death, the resurrection delay is not fixed.
This was also the reason why Ning Fan delayed for two days before being resurrected by the Moonlight Treasure Box.
"Oh? The moonlight treasure box you were leaning on has actually come back to life? I thought you had died here, but I underestimated you." Caiwei Sheng's voice was filled with a hint of surprise, echoing around the world.
Ning Fan's Yuanshen face was startled, and he put the Moonlight Treasure Box back into his storage bag. He carefully spread his spiritual thoughts here. Because the coverage area of his spiritual thoughts was too shallow, he naturally couldn't find the speaker's hiding place.
"Gather your spiritual thoughts and don't spread them ten feet outside your body!" was the kindly reminder from Caiwei Saint.
Ning Fan was suddenly surprised.
Listening to the voice, the person who was advising him now was clearly the mysterious saint who had previously stopped him from collecting the remaining soul of the Slaughter Emperor by lifting the spirit wheel.
Why did this person kindly remind him...
Is it really a good intention, or is there another agenda...
Ning Fan has experienced too many calculations, so he is naturally very wary when facing a mysterious saint of unknown origin.
Being wary, he still acted as he was told, gathering his spiritual thoughts around Shizhang, and did not continue a large-scale search for the mysterious saint's Xingzang. After all, he could also see that it was not appropriate to spread his spiritual thoughts too far here.
"This is the place where all the supreme beings who have had the orthodoxy of heaven and earth return to their places after death. Every star is the transformation of an extremely powerful type of being among the saints after their death. There are even some stars here. , transformed by the Fourth Step Immortal Emperor. Don’t get close to those stars. Even though you have one of the fragments of the Ancient Kingdom’s Aegis Destruction Shield, you are still just an insignificant ant in front of those stars, so you need to be in awe.”
Hades?
This was the first time Ning Fan heard this term, and his heart couldn't help but move.
"Here, you cannot tell others your name, otherwise even the strongest Saint among the saints will not be able to leave and will be trapped by the wall of the underworld forever; if you want to find someone, you cannot call out that name. Otherwise, the person you are looking for will never be found. Remember, remember... names are the more real and illusory things, and are the foundation of the existence of monks in the eyes of the underworld. You may not be able to understand it, but you cannot violate it." Saint Caiwei continued. road.
You can't call random names here?
Ning Fan did not doubt the authenticity of Caiwei Sheng's words. After all, there seemed to be no need for the other party to deceive him about this kind of thing.
He felt a little lucky in his heart. He searched for the Slaughter Emperor all the way in the underworld without saying a word or shouting loudly. If you accidentally call out the names of Slaughter Emperor and Sword Ancestor, that will be really troublesome...
"Thank you, senior, for the tip." Ning Fan was still wary, but still thanked him towards the endless starry sky.
"You don't have to thank me. I'm not helping you, I'm just doing my own karma. The pattern of the underworld is all empty. If it weren't for the Desolate Saint, walking in this underworld would never find the end. I can't give you anything. Guiding the way, because the pattern of the underworld in everyone's eyes is different... But I can give you some pointers. The pattern of heaven and earth, the digital pattern of the underworld, is nine..."
Nine bases?
Ning Fan was surprised, and then Yuanshen's little face became serious, his eyes flashed with green light, and he looked at the world using the nine-digit calculation, and something suddenly changed.
The word "shi" is secret, urging it to move quietly.
Ning Fan didn't need Caiwei Sheng to continue to remind him, he pointed in one direction, turned left and right, and galloped all the way.
The twelfth day, the thirteenth day, the fourteenth day...the twentieth day!
Ning Fan lost his soul and fell again. On the 22nd, he was resurrected for the second time with the help of the Moonlight Treasure Box.
"The remaining saint's will is enough for me to be resurrected twice here... The level of this place is too high. Using the moonlight treasure box to resurrect will cause too much loss..."
Ning Fan felt extremely solemn and continued to move forward.
On the twenty-fifth day, in the boundless underworld ahead, a strange fragrance suddenly spread into Ning Fan's nose.
I didn’t know what the strange fragrance was coming from, but after just a sniff, Ning Fan’s weakened and shrunken soul actually returned to its normal size, full of breath, and no longer weak at all!
He was refreshed and continued on his way. The farther he went, the stronger the fragrance became.
On the twenty-eighth day, an illusory ancient tree appeared in front of him. The ancient tree was covered with fruits in the shape of babies.
The light from countless stars condensed into fireflies, parasitic on the ancient trees.
Under the ancient tree, with his back to him and his hands behind his back, stood a saint in Taoist robes. He was not an entity, but a phantom formed by the power of the soul. When Ning Fan arrived, the saint turned around with some surprise.
"It's amazing. I only mentioned you a little, but you actually got here by virtue of your general understanding. In terms of bloodline qualifications, you may be among the worst cultivators in the world, but in terms of methods, you are the best among the ancient immortals. There are only a few outstanding people who can do this..."
"Junior Ning...Junior, I have met senior. Thank you for your guidance, senior." Ning Fan couldn't hide his excitement. After arriving at the ancient tree, he could clearly feel that among the countless parasitic fireflies on the ancient tree, there was one. The aura is the same as that of Tu Huang and Sword Ancestor!
Finally found!
Because he was so excited, he temporarily forgot Caiwei Sheng's reminder and almost revealed his real name. Fortunately, he noticed it in time and stopped talking, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Caiwei Sheng praised Ning Fan and said no more. In his opinion, although Ning Fan was an outstanding person in the first level of the Ancient Immortal Lord, he was nothing more than that. Although there was praise, it was far from shocking.
After all, there are as many ancient immortals as Ning Fan in the true world...
"I've heard of you, Cangmangdie. Back then, the man from Zishan Douhai personally came forward to ask the people of the Holy Sect to give a group of Zidouxian cultivators a chance to re-enter reincarnation. Among them, there was an ordinary butterfly with no cultivation. The three realms were all shocked. Some people even speculated that the ten ancient spirits in the Purple Dou Immortal Realm were not the master's back-up man, but you and the group of Purple Dou Immortal cultivators were. But later, none of you got out of the reincarnation of the Dream Realm. , return to the true world. Only then did everyone realize that they had overestimated you, the Purple Dou Immortal cultivators who had entered the reincarnation of the dream world..."
Ning Fan remained silent. He was not interested in such secrets.
"Do you know how reckless you are, using the second step of cultivation to break into the underworld, haha... Although you have fragments of the ancient country's God-Destroying Shield in your body, and you also have the Moonlight Treasure Box of the Taiyin Saint Sect in your hands, but you can cultivate Because you are too weak, this is a certain death situation. If I intervene in this matter, your soul will definitely be dispersed in the underworld. Is that woman an important existence that you would rather be dispersed than to recover?" Caiwei Sheng sighed.
"I don't know if she is important to me. Coming here to find her is an instinct and a...repayment." Ning Fan said calmly.
That kind of calmness was just because he owed so much to Sword Ancestor in his past and present lives. If he really couldn't save her, there would be an instinct that made him willing to bury himself in this boundless land with Sword Ancestor as a martyrdom.
"Repay? How do you plan to repay her and take her remnant soul out of here?"
"yes."
"You know, she died in order to protect your reincarnation back then. Today, she is returned to the Taoist lineage in the underworld, which only contains a very small trace of her soul. If the soul power of a whole soul is one million units, it will be absorbed today The souls that came are not even ten units. And even if it is the souls of these ten units, Netherland will not allow you to take away all of them. Even if I have to hide it for you, at most, you can only take away these ten units. One thousandth of the soul in the unit... Such a small number of souls is almost useless. And in order to take away this number of souls, the price you need to pay may be your life..."
Ning Fan didn't seem to hear what Caiwei Sheng was saying, and remained calm, looking at one of the countless fireflies in the ancient tree.
"The souls you can take away are too few, and the more important Taoism, you can't take away even a shred. What do you want to do with such a small number of souls? Resurrect her? Don't say that you only become the first among the five spiritual wheels. Wheel, even if she has cultivated to the legendary fourth wheel, she will not be able to reach this point, because her soul is no longer complete."
"..." Ning Fan was silent.
According to Caiwei Sheng, even if he takes away the soul of the Emperor of Slaughter today, he will not be able to resurrect it.
But he wouldn't be willing to give it a try.
"I don't mean to stop you from doing anything, I just want you to be mentally prepared. As a saint, I can see the fate of all the second-step monks. Your destiny and hers have no intersection. Unless you are stronger than fate, you cannot change this."
"..." Ning Fan remained silent.
Caiwei Sheng took a deep look at Ning Fan, as if getting to know Ning Fan all over again, and praised him, "What a determined little guy. Can't I even shake you a little with my words?"
"yes."
"What are you going to do next?"
"Try to see if you can take away her remnant soul as a firefly!"
"Take the whole thing away? I said, you can only take away one thousandth...that's all, you kid, you are too stubborn. Anyway, the power of your treasure box is enough to resurrect you twice, so you don't let yourself know When you see how difficult this is, you will never look back.”
As soon as Saint Wei sighed, Ning Fan turned into an afterimage and rushed out towards the ancient tree. He jumped up into the air and tried to take the fireflies that had been transformed into the residual soul of the Slaughter Emperor into his hands.
At this moment, the entire ancient tree suddenly emitted a vast aura!
Then the entire Hades Emperor, in Ning Fan's eyes, turned into an incredible scene. The boundless dark red continent turned into a boundless giant palm, and he grasped it fiercely.
Ning Fan felt his eyes go dark, and before he could touch the firefly, it was grasped by the entire Netherland Continent and died in his palm!
That was Yue's third step!
That was a blow that surpassed most of the fourth-step Immortal Emperors!
Killing Ning Fan... is like killing an ant!
After one blow, the entire underworld returned to its original state. Caiwei Sheng and the ancient tree were still in place, as if they had never moved. It was as if the entire continent had turned into a grasp of the palm, which was just an illusion and did not affect these existences at all. They only attacked. Ning Fan.
On the 30th day, Ning Fan was resurrected in the moonlight.
The remaining will of the treasure box is only enough for him to be resurrected here for the last time...
The expression on Ning Fan's Yuanshen's little face was extremely ugly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he had taken away all the remnant souls of the Slaughter Emperor that he had inhaled here before.
No, he couldn't even take away one thousandth of it...
"After the Saint, there are three realms: the Beginning Saint, the Nirvana Saint, and the Desolate Saint. I am a Desolate Saint, and I am the best among the Desolate Saints, but even if a being like me tries my best, I can only help you. Take away a few remaining souls. And after this incident, I will be severely punished... As for you, there is no way you can do it at this time. This is not something that courage and fighting spirit can solve. I hope you can recognize the reality." Caiwei Sheng sighed.
"...Will this matter affect senior? Why should senior help me?" Ning Fan looked complicated. If he takes away even a trace of Tu Huang's soul, he will need to rely on the power of Caiwei Saint. If this matter may bring Caiwei Saint punishment, Ning Fan has to consider Caiwei Saint's position.
He could sacrifice his own life for the sake of slaying the emperor, but he didn't want it to involve other people's cause and effect.
"I said, this is not to help you, but to settle my own karma. It is a choice I made in order to hit the fourth step in the future. It is difficult for a being like me to help others for the sake of friendship and appreciation. Everything is profit, everything is just profit. You don’t owe me anything, and there is no need to feel indebted. Of course, don’t expect me to make greater sacrifices for you..."
"The junior understands what the senior means. So what should the junior do next to take away some of her soul?"
"Next, I will use the power of my soul to fight with the entire underworld. You protect me! Don't be afraid of getting hurt. In the fragrance range of the underworld tree, any second step of the injury will be enough to heal instantly! You can fight to the death A fight!”
Having said this, Saint Caiwei's expression became solemn, his hands fluttered around, and he made thousands of finger gestures in an instant. In an instant, the entire underworld shook, and millions of ancient phantoms floated out from under the underworld. Everyone wore ancient clothes! Each one has a vast aura, and the lowest is the second step of cultivation, that is, the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor, there are hundreds of them, and there are many quasi-sage and ancient major cultivation among them!
"Be careful, the first batch of underworld phantoms are the remains of those disciples who were buried here after the orthodox saints returned to their thrones. They are immortal! I must fight with the underworld stars here and cannot be distracted. You have to deal with these underworld phantoms! Remember not to let these phantoms get even half a step closer to me and affect my actions! Otherwise, I can only say sorry, and I will no longer be able to help you take away any trace of your soul, so I can only leave!" (To be continued.)
