Ning Fan didn't ask what the four extra heartbeats were, because he had a vague feeling that even if he asked, the Saint-killing Tianhuang Sword wouldn't answer.
He didn't ask any more questions, he just tried to calm his turbulent heart.
Before, there was a certain degree of unrest in his heart. Part of the reason for that unrest was due to the shock of hearing the saint's heartbeat. Part of it was also the surprise of learning the other identity of the Saint-killing Tianhuang Sword.
The other identity of the Killing Saint Tianhuang Sword is actually the first generation Killing Emperor? Wasn't the first killing emperor a human being? Is it a sword?
Ning Fan also wanted to ask about this matter before, but he didn't ask. He knew the priority of the matter. His task at this moment was to work hard to empty his heart and bring his body and mind into one, so as not to waste the only opportunity for every young emperor to listen to the Holy Spirit.
"There are three benefits for young emperors in the past generations to succeed and kill emperors. Listening to the heartbeat of the saint is the first benefit. Due to certain restrictions, a person can only experience it once in his life. Before they killed the emperor and became emperor, they would come here to listen to the heartbeat of the saint and gain from it. Understanding...I should choose which saint's heartbeat to listen to..."
Ning Fan forgot everything around him and put aside all distracting thoughts. Gradually, his breath began to come and go; gradually, his breath completely disappeared from the world.
The person is still sitting cross-legged on the ground, but the whole person seems to have become a part of the heaven and the earth, or maybe the heaven and the earth have become a part of Ning Fan's body...
Harmony between man and nature, the second realm!
The Sword Killing Heavenly Sword made another sound, this time in exclamation. Unfortunately, Ning Fan could no longer hear the exclamation at this moment.
There is nothing in the heart, and the six senses are not stained by dust! Even if someone were to attack Ning Fan with a knife at this moment, Ning Fan would remain unmoved!
Boom!
Boom! !
Boom! ! !
The heartbeat echoing in my ears became more and more violent and clear. Pictures of saints flowed through Ning Fan's mind, and the wonderful principles they contained were presented one by one.
Ning Fan felt insignificant in front of these complicated and complicated heartbeats of saints. He felt that his bone age of more than ten thousand years seemed long, but in fact it was short; he felt that the hardship and bitterness along the way were just the surface of the lake ruffled by the wind, but the peaceful heart at the moment was the tranquility at the bottom of the lake. The vast lake…
Although the images that were constantly flowing in his mind were still switching in a hurry, the switching back and forth had slowed down due to Ning Fan's inner calmness.
During the switching, the length of the picture that can be seen gradually extends.
"Ask me why I live in the green mountains, I smile without answering, my heart is at ease, the peach blossoms disappear in the flowing water, there is no other world than this world."
In the picture, a saint in coir raincoat lives in the Peach Blossom Spring and is giving gifts to the one hundred thousand disciples in the Peach Blossom Spring. Raising his hand, he twisted a peach petal, and with a thought of the true secret, he opened up a world within a mere peach petal. There are trillions of creatures in the world of petals. So many creatures did not feel that the world of petals was narrow, but continued to explore. Less than the edge of the petal world. These creatures don't even know that the world they live in is actually just a flying flower picked up by a saint...
The saint in coir raincoat looked indifferent and shook the petals in his hand into powder. The petals were destroyed, and with them, the trillions of creatures in the world of petals all died.
When he opened up the world and created trillions of living beings, he showed no joy; when he destroyed the world and killed trillions of living beings, he showed no mercy.
In his eyes, all mortal spirits are just illusions...
One hundred thousand disciples were talking loudly, but the coir-coated saint closed his eyes and did not explain anything to those disciples.
After an unknown amount of time, the coir-coated saint opened his eyes, seemed to feel something, and frowned. He gave a few instructions to his disciples, then jumped into the air, flew away from the Peach Blossom Spring, and flew to the top of the world full of peach trees.
He raised his hand to tear apart the world of peach blossoms and walked out. Countless disciples heard the movement and stood up to send their ancestor away.
Outside, a stream of light flew out of a drop of peach blossom dew and landed as a coir-coated saint. He looked back at the dew and shook his head.
"Your filial piety is commendable, but you are not human... you don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in this mountain..."
The so-called Peach Blossom Land world is actually... just a drop of dew in the more peripheral world. And the one hundred thousand disciples who sent him off before, if you look closely, are like slightly larger bacteria one after another in that drop of dew. Weaker and more subtle things cannot be seen clearly from the outside, let alone appear in the dew. They can only be seen by entering them...
"The war in Tianhuang Ancient Realm has intensified. This time, even I have to intervene."
The coir-coated saint shook his head and flew away, and the scene switched here. Although it is still a switch, it has presented much more content than before...
Ning Fan felt his heart tremble!
The trillions of creatures in the petals, the creation and destruction of the world of petals, the Peach Blossom Land where one hundred thousand disciples live is actually a drop of dew, people are like mayflies, and there are boundaries within the world... Everything seems to have opened the door to a new world for him. It made him seem to understand something, but also seemed...to understand nothing...
In the next picture, there is an armored saint picking stars and smelting magic weapons.
The exquisiteness of the saint's treasure refining technique was beyond Ning Fan's understanding, and it was beyond the common sense of the second step!
The saint's refining of treasures reached a state of perfection, and he suddenly frowned and said to himself, "Heavenly wasteland..."
Then, he put away the half-refined magic weapon and left in a hurry.
The scene changes again, and there is a saint who destroys tens of thousands of worlds with one sword. If Ning Fan masters that superb swordsmanship, he will definitely be invincible in the Age of Ending Law!
The scene changed again, it was a scene of two saints dueling with bare hands. The physical skills used were all second-level things...
A heartbeat, a picture, a feeling!
The previous forty-three heartbeats were all like this, without exception.
In the realization of these forty-three heartbeats, Ning Fan even saw a saint who proved his way through killing. Every move contained the mystery of killing. If he understood it, he could understand the palm position of killing step by step. Reach the source of Taoism, and even... reach a higher level!
There are saints who raise third-stage spiritual insects, there are saints who open altars and teach by words and deeds, there are saints who knead clay to create humans...
However, when the forty-fourth heartbeat appeared, the forty-three scenes that had been switching back and forth in Ning Fan's mind all calmed down.
Starting from the forty-fourth heartbeat, the following heartbeats seem to be very different from the previous ones...
I can't see any wonderful principles or insights, as if those insights are not superficial, but hidden deep inside.
In this scene, there is only an old mortal man, raising his head, looking at the night sky, staring at the Big Dipper in the night sky, seeming to be looking at the stars, but also seeming to be looking at... himself!
He seemed to be thinking about something, but couldn't get the answer, so he frowned tightly.
His eyes were dazzling silver, that silver was from nature, the color of the stars. His silver eyes looked at the sky, silent.
He remained motionless, not even changing his expression. If the vegetation in the picture hadn't moved and the stars in the night sky hadn't flashed, Ning Fan would have almost thought that the mortal old man was standing in a motionless picture.
There are also natural birds that build their nests on the shoulders of the silver-eyed old man, actually treating this living person as a tree...
The grass and trees under the silver-eyed old man's feet have just broken through the ground, and the surrounding season seems to be spring...
"Mortal? No, no. This forty-fourth heartbeat is undoubtedly the heartbeat of a saint. This old man looks like a mortal, but in fact he is undoubtedly a saint."
"Looking up at the Beidou, I seem to be looking at myself... This scene makes me feel a little familiar, but it seems to be different from what I have learned before: 'Today people fish, they fish for me every year'..."
Ning Fan closed his eyes tightly and frowned slightly. He was about to take in the scene carefully, but the scene changed again.
Unable to study further, the forty-fifth heartbeat broke into Ning Fan's ears without permission.
The forty-fifth scene shows a middle-aged man looking up at the Big Dipper sky.
The middle-aged man also has a pair of silver eyes. His appearance is very similar to the silver-eyed old man in Scene 44, just like the younger form of the previous silver-eyed old man.
But not only does he look young, his cultivation also makes Ning Fan feel weaker than the silver-eyed old man...
The silver-eyed middle-aged man also looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed deeper than the silver-eyed old man.
He looked at Beidou in the night sky, and it was as if he was looking at himself, but it seemed that he was not the only one he was looking at...
On his shoulder, there is a bird's nest that has been built all spring.
Under his feet, the grass and trees were already knee-high and lush, and it was already summer.
"The silver-eyed middle-aged man in this scene should be the same person as the silver-eyed old man in the previous scene."
"The weird thing is that from a chronological point of view, Act 45 should be after Act 44, but this silver-eyed saint seems to be getting younger and younger. There seems to be something in it that I can't reach. Insights…”
Soon, the forty-sixth heartbeat forced its way in.
In the forty-sixth scene, the moon is full on an autumn night, but a silver-eyed young man is not looking at the moon, but at the Big Dipper.
The bird's nest on his shoulder was already empty.
The surrounding vegetation began to wither and turn yellow, and fallen leaves covered the ground thickly.
As time passes from summer to autumn, the silver-eyed saint seems to be getting younger, and his cultivation has weakened even more...
He remained silent until the forty-seventh scene was cut, and he still had no words.
The forty-seventh scene is the middle of winter!
On a snowy night, heavy snow is flying in the sky.
A silver-eyed boy stood in the wind and snow without moving a step. He looked at the Big Dipper in the snow and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Then, sigh.
"Hey, this road really doesn't work... Everyone says that the fourth step of the Immortal Emperor is the rebellious saint, but where does this word "rebellion" come from and where does it end... I don't know if there is a fifth step in the world. , but even if there is, I...don't dare to leave..."
In the wind and snow, the appearance of the silver-eyed boy gradually changed, but his cultivation level continued to rise!
Gradually, the boy turned into a young man with silver eyes, a middle-aged man with silver eyes, and an old man with silver eyes.
When he was white to the ground, his skin was as dry as a withered flesh, and all his teeth were gone, an extremely powerful fourth-step aura rushed out of him.
At this moment, midwinter begins to rewind, back to late autumn, then back to midsummer, and then back to early spring!
He grabbed it with his big hand, and actually raised his hand to capture a sect from another world countless worlds away, and landed it here.
"Can the Immortal Emperor succeed?"
Within the sect, several saintly disciples walked out, came to the silver-eyed old man, and asked respectfully.
The silver-eyed old man just shook his head silently.
Immortal Emperor!
The last four heartbeats were not the heartbeats of ordinary saints, but the heartbeats of the fourth step of the rebel saint!
Ning Fan was secretly frightened, thinking that the Immortal Emperor watching Beidou at night could be the ancestor of Beidou descendants - the Immortal Emperor? Could this heartbeat be the heartbeat of Beidou Immortal Emperor?
But why does the same Immortal Emperor's heartbeat produce four completely different sounds... According to Ning Fan's observation, the last four heartbeats have many similarities, but they are also more different, and they do not seem to come from the same person. The heartbeat is more like the sound of four different people...
What exactly is Beidou Immortal Emperor comprehending?
What does he mean by the 'impossible' road...
I don’t understand, I don’t understand…
The more Ning Fan tried to think deeply, the more he couldn't figure it out. He had a splitting headache, his blood seemed to be on fire, and his body felt like it was collapsing!
He knew that he was probably coveting something he shouldn't be coveting. He gritted his teeth, cut off his greed, calmed his mind, and put the last four heartbeats behind his mind. In this way, the pain disappeared.
His intuition told him that the enlightenment contained in the last four heartbeats came from the fourth step of the Immortal Emperor, and was naturally worth far more than the previous forty-three heartbeats!
But reason told him that the last four heartbeats were not something he could obtain. At most, he could only profit from the many previous heartbeats.
Ning Fan suddenly lost interest.
He began to examine himself, and he found that even if he could benefit from the many previous heartbeats, the benefit was only temporary.
He has learned countless unique skills in his life, and any one of them can make ordinary monks invincible at the same level.
He has no shortage of magical powers!
He also doesn’t lack the means to reach the pinnacle of the end of the Dharma!
If he continues on his current path, Ning Fan will have the confidence to step by step reach the peak of the dream world in the Age of Dharma, and then head towards the legendary realm of saints!
If you succeed, you will be invincible in the world!
Even if he fails to become a saint, he is at least an enhanced version of the Ancient Emperor who can still sweep across the dream world and protect what he wants to protect.
Don’t you see that the great Emperor Luan Gu was not a saint, but he also killed saints? How powerful he is! Ning Fan has one more calamity of blood than Luan Gu, and his future achievements will naturally be higher than Luan Gu's. Even if he stops at the realm of a saint, it is enough to become a legend.
As for striving to conquer the three true realms? hehe…
That doesn't seem to be important.
Ning Fan's original intention of cultivating Taoism was not to become the strongest in the world. From the beginning, his motivation was different from that of most monks.
As long as you can defeat the enemies in the dream world, as long as you can protect your loved ones, then sanctification or the fourth step are just icing on the cake, dispensable...
His vision is actually very small, and it is enough to only hold on to the one-third of an acre of land in front of him.
But thinking about it this way, he was a little confused. The more he practices Taoism, the more he...can't find his own way.
Because the road extends forward, and he did not open up all the way. He just wanted to keep his back...
"Human energy is limited after all. I have learned a lot of unparalleled secrets, but the Yin and Yang Five Swords of the Luangu Emperor are no less than the secrets of the Third Step Sage... There are more things at the same level. A lot...but because I have learned so much, I didn’t have time to study many things carefully along the way.”
"Listening to the Sacred Heart this time was supposed to be another opportunity for me to acquire the unique skill of establishing myself. However, after watching Beidou Immortal Emperor realize the Tao, I felt even more insignificant, and I no longer planned to do so."
"Maybe my road doesn't point to the front. Maybe my road ends here, which is enough."
"I don't need to pursue the length of the road. I can stop and widen the width of the road..."
"I'm willing to stop on this road of cultivation for the things I care about... Or is this kind of stopping halfway, the road that belongs to me?"
Ning Fan suddenly felt a thump in his heart!
It was as if he only recognized himself at this moment!
It was as if he heard...his own heartbeat, his own heartbeat at this moment!
Yes, he is a person who is content with a small amount of money. He is just a person who is easily satisfied... If there is no external pressure, he is not willing to pursue those illusory cultivation, fame and fortune...
If he defeats all the enemies in the dream world, if he no longer has the need to improve his cultivation, and if he encounters a realm where he must risk death to advance, he will definitely choose to give up...
"This is my...heart!"
"I don't bother to move forward, but if I really decide to stop here, then this place is my country, and no one can invade it wherever the sword reaches!"
Boom!
Boom! !
Boom! ! !
Beats of heartbeats came from Ning Fan's body. In terms of pressure, this heartbeat was far less powerful than that of the third-step saint, but it was more steadfast and louder than any other saint's heartbeat!
At this moment, Ning Fan may still have doubts in his heartbeat, but the last trace of confusion about the third and fourth steps of cultivation has been completely swept away!
Because you can give up your false thoughts, you can stick to your heart! But for Ning Fan, the fame and fortune and immortality that others value so much are actually just illusions.
Killing the Saint Tianhuang Sword couldn't hide the horror in his heart. If he hadn't been dead for many years and only his will remained in the sword, he would definitely appear in human form and touch Ning Fan's body to find out why this boy is so outstanding!
At this moment, he finally believed that it was no accident that Ning Fan had the Dao Xiang of Yue Bei Dou Immortal Emperor.
Tao Xiang is the manifestation of Tao! The path that this son has chosen is probably one of the most unfavorable among those who practice the path; and if one day, this path is lucky enough to become the path, then this son... I am afraid that he will be another Zi Douxian who crushes the same level. Emperor!
laugh!
A streak of bloody sword intent suddenly spread on the seventh floor of the blood prison, drowning Ning Fan instantly.
At this moment, Ning Fan's heartbeat was becoming more and more steady, and he no longer paid attention to the heartbeats of other saints. He was about to stop this realization, when he suddenly noticed the overwhelming sword intent coming towards him, and he immediately took a breath of air.
This sword intent is so terrifying that it would be enough to kill him hundreds or thousands of times! This is the sword intention of the Sword of Killing Saints. If there is any malicious intention, he will definitely die!
Fortunately, Ning Fan was convinced that the Saint-killing Tianhuang Sword would not harm him, so he was unable to compete with it, so he took it indifferently and allowed the overwhelming sword intent to come to him.
Sure enough, after the sword came, it did not cause any harm to Ning Fan. It just penetrated into Ning Fan's body and stabbed hard into Ning Fan's heart.
Ning Fan felt a heartbreaking pain in his heart, but did nothing to stop it, because... he felt the huge benefits brought by the sword's intention to pierce the heart!
This Saint-killing Tianhuang Sword actually released the power of the saint's heartbeat to help him open up the ancient god's heart!
This is the first time that the Sword Killing Saint Tianhuang Sword has addressed Ning Fan in such a formal way.
Yashiro!
This is not only recognition of Ning Fan, but also a kind of respect, treating him as an equal!
At this moment, he was not talking to Ning Fan as the Saint-Slaying Heavenly Sword, but as the first-generation Killing Emperor to benefit the younger generation!
Ning Fan had gained the power of a killing master for no reason. Instead of being surprised, Ning Fan's eyes dimmed and his heart felt sour.
Qidai died sadly and humiliatingly, but even before he died, he actually retained the Dao Fruit of Killing Master for him...
How can he be so virtuous and capable as to be able to receive so many favors from seven generations...
Ning Fan clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and hid all the emotions in his heart. When he opened them again, he was calm and determined!
Heart aperture, open up little by little...
Lie Yuan Shu secretly activated in the body.
The power of the Dao Fruit in his hands was easily condensed by Ning Fan into the highest grade Heavenly Grade Dao Crystal. He suddenly pointed to the sky, the Dao Sutra appeared, and his index finger traced it in the air, writing a new chapter in the Dao Sutra!
That is a chapter dedicated to killing!
Was written into the list of gods by Ning Fan!
Because the power of the killing palm he received did not have overwhelming demonic energy, only... the care of the elders for the younger ones, only the remaining warmth before death, the warmth left behind...
Not violent, but warm...
Like a senior brother, a junior brother who cares about the future...
"Seven generations, no... senior... no... senior brother... as long as Ning Fan is here, I will never let the Slaughter Hall be destroyed in front of me. You have been carrying this burden for too long. From now on, I will carry it for you..."
Ning Fan thought to himself.
There is even a hint of complexity flowing in my heart.
He didn't have a senior brother before, but from now on, he has...
And these senior brothers have nothing to do with all the masters he recognizes in his heart, have nothing to do with race, and have nothing to do with the fairyland camp...
If the Seventh Generation were still around, they would be very happy to hear Ning Fan calling him Senior Brother as the Eighth Generation. Unfortunately, as the Killing Saint Tianhuangjian said, there will be no chance again.
"If there is another reincarnation, I will be in front of you and call you senior brother to make up for it."
Ning Fan seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be speaking to the power of the Killing Palm that was pouring into his body.
Among those killing masters, there was still a trace of negative emotions that were almost regretful. When Ning Fan said these words, they quietly dissipated...
It seems that the last trace of regret of killing the emperor of seven generations has been relieved, and he is relieved to have old feelings.
I believe him!
This son will definitely guard the Killing Palace, for sure!
Because, he is the eighth generation young emperor that I personally selected, and he is my personally selected junior brother!
