In the battle of Dao Nian, the winner can often be determined in a split second, but this split second is actually just an outsider's perception.
For those involved, a battle of Dao and Nian may even last for thousands of years - just like a dream of a yellow beam, but a dream of a hundred years is actually just a short dream.
But the battle of Daonian is different from the dream.
The battle between Dao and Nian is even more dangerous than a real battle. If you are not careful, it will lead to the collapse of Dao and death, and even the soul cannot escape.
The moment he was hit by Ancestor Qu Ping's thoughts, a ray of Ning Fan's mind was involved, and he had a faint feeling of being separated from his body. He was being pulled in the direction of the world of Ancestor Qu Ping's mind.
"Don't fight with this person's Dao thoughts!" It was the ant leader who warned.
With Ning Fan's strength, if he resists this, he can definitely prevent his mind from leaving the body and avoid this battle; but if he accepts the battle of Taoism, his life or death will be uncertain.
The ant owner and Ning Fan's lives are connected, and he doesn't want Ning Fan to take this risk for no reason. Xin Dao, you have a bunch of trump cards on your body, including the Overhaul Puppet and the Umbrella of Merit, as well as the newly learned art of recognizing the master. Even if you face the siege of many ancient Daxiu, you can still protect yourself - the worst is to get beaten. It's just a matter of running away, but the chance of losing one's life is very slim. Why are you playing Dao Nian War with others? Wouldn’t it be fun to fight with a real knife (cheating) and a real gun (hang)?
"Sorry, I don't intend to refuse this fight."
Ning Fan shook his head.
Others might choose to reject this thought battle, but he did not intend to do so. Because of his way of doing things, he is inherently paranoid and uses strength to overcome strength. Along the way to this day, he has encountered people who were unable to defeat him. He has also run away and evaded. However, his Taoist heart has never thought of admitting defeat, nor has he surrendered, nor has he bowed his head.
The Taoist cultivators can be defeated or retreat, but they cannot be timid.
If he chooses to show weakness at this moment and choose to avoid the battle of Dao thoughts, a crack will appear in his Dao heart - this crack is not irreparable, but it will be very difficult.
And in this way, his momentum will be at a disadvantage from the beginning, and he will become timid before fighting. Perhaps all of this is the real motive behind Qu Ping's ancestor Daonian's invitation to fight.
I want to give Ning Fan a head start before the real fight!
"No matter what your purpose is in starting the Dao Nian War, I will not avoid this battle!"
Ning Fan did not restrain his mind, but sneered slightly, released all his mind, and fully invaded the inner world of Patriarch Qu Ping!
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However, he said that after ancestor Qu Ping sent out the invitation to the Dao Nian War, he stopped the dragon boat a million miles away from the Fengnu clan, observed everything going on with the Fengnu clan with a solemn expression, and did not move forward.
"It's unbelievable that Zhao Jian actually has a way to recognize the land and formation of the Fengnu Clan as his master, and bless himself with the power of the Fengfeu Clan's Ziwei Dou Shu..."
"Not only Ziwei Dou Shu's power, but also the terrain and destiny of this place are controlled by him for some unknown reason. Even time and space also have traces of being controlled by him..."
"No wonder he was able to refine and kill True Lord Beihai in a short period of time. He turned out to be so capable. Being able to control time, space, terrain, and destiny is enough to be ranked at the top of the fantasy world, but this person can control all four. . According to common sense, only saints can do this. Will this person be a saint? If he is not a saint, why can he do this, and why can he freely control a saint's mountain to suppress people? If he is a saint, how can he do it? He only has twenty thousand kalpas of magic power - two thousand kalpas of which he does not own."
"And for some reason, I felt several dangerous auras from him. Any one of them is enough to threaten me, but he still has several such trump cards..."
"This person seems to have many secrets..."
"It would be unwise to start a war with this person without knowing his true identity..."
"Let's use Dao Nian Zhan to test this person's details. If he doesn't dare to fight, we can weaken his momentum; if he does, then in this Dao Nian Zhan, I will be the master and the other is the guest. I will also have an advantage. With this advantage It’s not difficult to find out the details!”
In just a moment, Patriarch Qu Ping analyzed all the pros and cons. He was waiting for what Ning Fan would do when he suddenly saw Ning Fan's full concentration approaching, and he was shocked.
"I only invited you to challenge with a ray of your heart, but you actually showed up with all your heart! Are you planning to turn your back on me?" Ancestor Qu Ping was a little surprised.
"That's true!" Ning Fan said with a smile, his face not showing the slightest fear of Dao Nianzhan.
"Hey, what a misstep. I calculated everything, but I didn't realize that the moral master who is famous in Beitian is actually a demon cultivator." Patriarch Qu Ping said with a bitter smile.
Why do you say this?
When most monks face unknown risks, they will be cautious and either choose to retreat for a while or choose to be prudent and prudent. Very few people will choose to take risks and fight to the death.
Only a true demon would make such a choice, and only a person with this kind of personality would be able to defeat all the inner demons on the demonic path, and ultimately reach the peak of the demonic path.
Before coming here, Patriarch Qu Ping had already made some calculations. He calculated that Ning Fan was well-known in Beitian and was a well-known moral monarch and a model monk. Because of this, he had a wrong understanding of Ning Fan.
He didn't know that these were just superficial illusions, just rumors spread by the monks in Beitian.
He didn't have the slightest understanding of Ning Fan's true nature and essence, and he couldn't figure it out anyway. That's why Patriarch Qu Ping never assumed from the beginning that Ning Fan might be a demon.
In the end, there was a miscalculation in the first round of the confrontation.
"By accident, this person turned out to be the guest. As a result, how this Taoism war unfolds is out of my control, hey."
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Ning Fan was walking in confusion in the vast white world, unable to see the way forward or the way back.
He didn't remember that he was engaged in a Dao Nian Battle. After all, this Dao Nian Battle was with an ancient cultivator, and the other party was also in a confused and lost state at the moment. There was no reason for Ning Fan to be the only one who stayed awake.
The opponent is by no means a weakling, his cultivation is higher than that of Ning Fan, and this is an invitation from the opponent to fight, and the place of battle is the opponent's mental world. The opponent has the right time, location, and harmony from the beginning.
Ning Fan was on the absolutely disadvantaged side from the beginning.
Fortunately, Ning Fan was in danger and unexpectedly released all his mind, fully invading the mind world of Patriarch Qu Ping. The other party was careless and Ning Fan invaded most of his mental world on the spot.
In this way, Ning Fan forcibly seized the right time and place, but only the people were harmonious, and he was still slightly inferior to the opponent.
After all, the other party is a genuine overhaul, but what about Ning Fan? Not to mention the magic power, after being blessed by Ziwei Dou Shu, he is still not as good as the opponent; the biggest difference is Ning Fan's true realm, even if Ning Fan transforms the cultivation of ancient gods, ancient monsters, and ancient demons into the cultivation of gods, he is still not as good as the opponent. There was no breakthrough to the Immortal Emperor or Quasi-Sage on the spot.
In terms of realm alone, he is still an Immortal King.
If you want to break through the Immortal Emperor and Quasi-Sage, you will obviously need a lot of insights and long years of practice.
Overall, after Ning Fan's turn, this Dao Nian battle was in a relatively fair state.
"who I am…"
"I have to think of it, I have to think of this..."
"Yes, I am Ning Fan, and my name seems to be Zhao Jian, or maybe I am Lu Bei, Zhou Ming, or something else... I seem to be doing something very dangerous, but I can't remember what it is specifically..."
Ning Fan was so happy that it only took him a short time to roughly remember who he was.
You must know that at this point in time, Patriarch Qu Ping has not yet remembered who he is from the Dao Nian Zhan, and is still lost in the vast white world.
Perhaps, being able to think of himself so quickly is related to his previous random identification of himself.
When Ning Fan thought of himself, he gradually saw the surrounding scenery clearly.
Where he entered his eyes was the rushing water, and he was currently boating on the river.
The man holding the boat was an old man with a gray beard and a harmless smile on his face. Ning Fan felt that this old man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"May I ask, father-in-law, who are you and where is this place?" Ning Fan asked.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he was actually a child.
"Strange thing, I have hundreds of thousands of years of bone age, why did I turn into a young child at this moment? Speaking of which, what is the dangerous thing I am going to do. I always feel that I must remember this matter soon, otherwise I will Lost the opportunity..." Ning Fan was thinking to himself when he suddenly felt a pain in his head, a violent shudder, and a big bump miraculously grew on his head.
"Well, you boy Ning, you really don't have any rules. Who do you call me father-in-law?" It was the old man who was punting the boat and gave Ning Fan a violent shudder.
"I..." Ning Fan tried to explain something.
As a result, I suffered another severe shudder, and my head turned into two lumps.
"Don't be so stubborn with me! I know that your kid has been studying for several years, and you are used to talking to me about it. Unfortunately, it's useless! I won't give you a chance to speak! Don't even think about talking to me. The great principle of a teacher being kind and a son being filial! I don’t understand this principle, but the sky is big and the earth is big, so my fist is the biggest!”
"I'm not…"
boom!
Ning Fan was punched in the head for the third time, and he finally learned to shut up.
We can't figure out the situation right now, so let's wait and see what happens.
Seeing that Ning Fan stopped talking, the old punting man nodded with satisfaction, "A boy can be taught!"
Then the old man ferried the boat to the center of the river and let the boat drift along the current.
He took two more fishing rods, one for himself and one for Ning Fan.
"Why are you giving me this?" Ning Fan wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't.
Because he saw the old punting man raising his fist, as if he didn't like talking to himself.
So in the end he didn't say anything, he just glanced at the fishing rod to express his inquiry.
"I'll give you a fishing rod, of course I'll let you fish! How stupid! Are you people from Wu and Yue so stupid? We Chu people are still smarter!" The old man suddenly had a sense of superiority in terms of IQ, and his face once again showed unbearable expression. The wretched Juzhao who looked directly smiled.
"It turns out that I am from Wu Yue, and this old man is from Chu..." Ning Fan thought to himself.
Looking at the fishing rod in his hand again, Ning Fan was speechless.
"This fishing rod has no hook!" Even if he was punched again, Ning Fan would still have to express his inner curse!
The strange thing is that after Ning Fan asked this question, the old man who punted the boat did not give him another bag, but was also stunned, looking at the fishing rod in his hand with a puzzled face.
"I really don't have a fishing rod. Could it be that my cultivation has reached this point and that I have reached the threshold of perversion..." The old man who was punting the boat said to himself.
When he thought that he was about to go into reverse, the old punting man smiled even more happily, and even looking at Ning Fan, the man in his dream, felt particularly friendly.
At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly entered the cabin and found a few fishing hooks from the cabin, "Old man, there are fishhooks in the cabin."
His grandma’s! I knew it was not that simple to have Tao thoughts reversed, and indeed it was still far from it!
The old man punting the boat felt bad for a moment, and even when he looked at Ning Fan, he felt like he had blinked. He took the fishhook from Ning Fan angrily, and then gave Ning Fan two more blows.
"Why strike twice..." Shouldn't it be struck once in one sentence? When I gave you the fishhook, I only said, "Okay, okay?" Ning Fan couldn't stop complaining.
"I didn't hit you once before when I was in a good mood, but I'll make up for it now!" the old punting man said angrily.
Ning Fan was speechless. Who is this old man? Not only does he have a weird temper, he is very stingy, he is also very wretched, and the most disgusting thing is that he actually repays kindness with hatred...
I kindly found him a fishhook, but he actually hit me with his fist!
But it's strange...
"I vaguely remember my name, and even more vaguely my personality. I am definitely not someone who is bullied. Why did I not get angry even after being punched four times by this person..."
Yes, Ning Fan didn't get angry even after being punched four times by the old punting man. Instead, he felt very friendly, as if he hadn't seen this old man for many years.
"By the way, this old man claims to be a master in his words. Could it be that he has a master-disciple relationship with me? Have I really ever had such a bad master?"
Hey, following this direction, Ning Fan vaguely felt that he could remember more things.
I always felt like I had been strangled by this old man and asked, "Do you want to live or die?"...
Yep! Just remember in this direction!
Soon, soon!
I almost remembered who I was!
A little less, just a little less.
Ning Fan vaguely grasped the clues of his memories, and couldn't help blurting out a sentence that he couldn't even understand.
"Master, I wonder if Master's wife has recovered?" Hey, who is Master's wife? Why am I asking this question.
"Boy Ning, you asked a very good question!" The old punting man didn't know which nerve was ignited. He suddenly became furious and gave Ning Fan his fifth violent shudder on the spot.
"You know that your teacher is an old widower on the Miluo River. He was ferrying here at the age of 17 and is now in his sixties, but no girl has ever taken a fancy to me and married me. You have to ask this! Very good, really good. , you’ve learned how to rub salt into your wounds! You’re good!” Bang, it was the sixth violent shudder.
"In other words, Master, you have been single for 43 years?" Ning Fan was slightly surprised. Sixty is 60, minus 17, it is 43. I always feel very sensitive to the number 43, I don’t know why…
"You still dare to say, oh my, I underestimated you before, but I didn't know you were a hero who is not afraid of an iron fist!" Bang, the seventh violent shudder.
"Are you sure it's 43?" Ning Fan really cares about 43 and would rather get punched than ask.
Now it was the old punting man's turn to feel frightened.
Even though he was enlightened in a dream at this moment, every punch and kick would cause real damage. In other words, his punch could really hurt others through infinite dreams.
Where does this boy named Ning Fan come from?
After receiving seven punches from him in his dream, he still dared to challenge him like this. Not to mention, he really liked this kid's stubborn temper! For the appetite!
"Good question! If you ask a few more times, I will tell you whether it is 43 years or not!" Bang, the eighth violent shock, the ninth violent shock, the tenth violent shock...
This beastly old man slapped Ning Fan 43 times in one go!
Aren't you very interested in 43? Come, let you forever remember the feeling of having 43 big bags on your head!
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“…”
“…”
Ning Fan was convinced and looked at the old man with a look that said, "I'm afraid this old man is not crazy."
When the old man saw Ning Fan receiving 43 punches without saying a word, he was immediately shocked and stared at Ning Fan with a look like "This kid is a good seedling and can be cultivated."
"Can I speak?" Ning Fan asked.
He was no longer afraid of being beaten again.
Because after receiving 43 punches, he had already seen that the old man cherished his talent and could not bear to bully him anymore.
"Yes, you can, but I suggest you don't talk too much. This is actually for your own good." The old punting man explained.
"Why is this..."
"I thought you were from this place, but it turns out you are not. I only found out after punching you 29 times..."
"Then why do you still need to punch 43 times?"
"Stupid, this is my test for you! You kid has been punched 43 times in a row and still doesn't change your face, doesn't complain or feel angry, doesn't feel pain or itching, you have been approved by me! I thought you were just a passerby in my dream, but now I'm really treating you With the thought of accepting a disciple! Do you know who I am! I am a new saint in the true world, Han, the leader of the Liangyi Sect... Forget it, you don’t need to know my name, you only need to know my surname Han. "
"Oh..." Ning Fan said expressionlessly.
"That's it?" Old Man Han seemed to be very unhappy with Ning Fan's reaction. He thought, does this kid not know what it means to be a true saint? Could it be that this kid comes from some remote dream world where birds don’t shit? Or maybe this kid is just an ordinary mortal who accidentally enters his dream, but doesn't understand what a blessing it is to be truly accepted as a disciple by a saint?
"Um."
"You don't want to be my disciple?" Old Man Han subconsciously took Ning Fan's indifference as a polite refusal.
Under normal circumstances, if a saint shows interest in you as a disciple, shouldn't you bow your head and put on a surprised smile?
Why is this kid not surprised at all? Does he really not understand how powerful the saint is?
"Whether you want it or not, it doesn't matter. Am I not your disciple?" Ning Fan said with a smile.
"Well, that's right. In my dream, you played the role of the apprentice I adopted when I realized the life of a boatman. Naturally, you can also be regarded as my disciple. But I am in love with you..." Old Man Han sighed, as if he was sighing at Ning. Fan is so stupid that he can't see the difference between dreams and reality.
How can the master-disciple relationship in the dream be taken seriously?
As soon as I wake up from the dream, the bridge leads back to the bridge again, and the road returns to the road. What a silly boy! He missed the opportunity to become a saint's disciple.
Old Man Han was lamenting Ning Fan's stupidity when he suddenly heard the sound of water breaking on the water surface.
But Ning Fan had already caught a fish.
"You kid can do it! You caught a carp when you were only a few years old. Huh? This fish is not simple. It seems to have a trace of carp blood. It's a pity that after so many generations, the blood has long been indifferent. But this It also shows that you are very lucky. You can even catch Dao carp. You are worthy of being the disciple that I once took a fancy to and was just a hair away!" Old Man Han gave Ning Fan a thumbs up.
What I really thought in my heart was, "This guy actually caught such a big fish. If I didn't catch a bigger fish, wouldn't I lose to him?"
Ever since, Old Man Han, who was known as a dignified saint, finally entered serious fishing mode.
At this moment, Old Man Han's eyes were as bright as the starry sky, and the stars in his eyes were moving along a unique cycle of reincarnation, which was indescribably magical.
His eyes seemed to be able to see through all reincarnation and cause and effect.
He seemed to be able to tell at a glance how many fish and shrimps there were in the Miluo River, and how many toads and mud he killed.
He waved the fishing rod gently, as if what he was waving was not a fishing rod, but an entire samsara of time and space.
He captures the cause and effect line of every fish here, and he predicts the life and death of all fish. Most of the dying fish are fish that are about to be caught. This kind of fish is the easiest to take the bait and the easiest...
Um? Why is there the sound of water coming out again?
"Master, I caught the second fish." Ning Fan caught another fish.
It’s a Tao carp that’s fatter and bigger than the previous fish!
"Haha, not bad, keep working hard, catch a few more fish, and you will be able to catch up with the horses galloping for the master."
Old Man Han praised Ning Fan's fishing skills on his face, but secretly he slandered, "This kid is just stepping on shit", "Don't care if you're blind" and so on.
Not long after that.
Ning Fan caught the third fish again.
Article 4.
The fifth.
Article 6.
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I caught 43 carps in one go!
"The boy is teachable!"
"Ok, Ok!"
"Not bad!"
"make persistent efforts!"
Old Man Han was already very angry at Ning Fan's fishing skills. On the surface, he still praising Ning Fan in a serious manner to show his magnanimity. How damn irritating!
It's better for me. I can't catch a fish even if I try my best. Could it be that these Dao carps feel the aura of their saint and dare not approach them? That's right, that's definitely the case! These silly fish are really damn discerning. If they were more discerning and knew how to hook a few fish to make me happy and prevent the kid next to me from hooking another one, that would be even better!
After comforting himself, Old Man Han felt much better. He also saw that Ning Fan could not catch more after catching 43 fish, and he couldn't help but feel even happier.
As expected, all the fish this guy caught before were blinded!
Look, doesn’t this mean we can’t catch Article 44?
People, you can have good luck for a while, but you can't have good luck for a lifetime. When things come to pass, you still have to look at your own strength.
Old Man Han, who was in a good mood, even took the initiative to pat Ning Fan on the shoulder and consoled her with sincere words, "Boy Ning, don't be discouraged! The most important thing for us demon cultivators is our state of mind. We can be high or low, noble or low. , able to bend and stretch, capable of being and not being, is the real devil. Fishing is fun for a while, and fishing will always be fun, but what if one day suddenly you can no longer catch fish? That is the moment of greatest shock, and it is also the key to cultivating the devil. You If you can't catch the 44th fish, I will never look down on you, but if you look down on yourself, this evil path will no longer be possible to cultivate."
"Thank you for the tip, Master." After thanking Old Man Han, Ning Fan pulled the fishing rod and instantly caught the 44th fish, but after catching it, he released the fish back into the river.
"But in fact, I can catch more fish, but I have been thinking about the true meaning of 43 in my heart instead of catching more fish."
I bake!
Old Man Han really wants to curse!
I’ve seen people who show off, but I’ve never seen anyone who can show off like this!
I dare you to catch 43 fish, because I only want to catch 43 fish. I catch 0 fish, which means I only have the ability to catch 0 fish!
"Even if you don't want to catch more, you have finally caught the 44th fish, and you will never be able to return to the state of mind of 43. Look at that fish, after it bites your hook, the fish has lips Even if you release the wound into the river, the scar will not be erased, and the cause and effect will not disappear..."
"Master, you are wrong. Look carefully at that fish. There are no wounds in its mouth, because I have straightened the hook long ago."
"You mean, you've been fishing with a straight hook?"
"Um."
"Did you use fishing bait?"
"Never."
"You can already catch as much as you want?"
"Um."
"You're really... really a fishing genius." Old Man Han was severely hit. For the first time in his life, he wondered if he was a fool.
"But the technique is just a trick, so don't be too obsessed with it. Remember, what matters is not how many fish you catch, but your state of mind when fishing. As a teacher, have you ever caught any fish? Do you know that if If I am willing, my teacher, I can catch all the eighteen thousand fish in the Miluo River with one rod. But so what? Even if I can catch all the carp in this river, how can I catch all the fish in the world, let alone all the fish in the world? Common people. Manpower is sometimes exhausted, but reincarnation is endless. That's why I use fishing and ferrying here to understand reincarnation and improve my Taoism. Do you understand?" Old Man Han said enigmatically.
"Oh..." was still a nonchalant answer.
Obviously Ning Fan didn't take Old Man Han's bragging seriously.
Obviously, he really understands Old Man Han's temperament, and knows that this useless old man only knows how to kill people and steal goods, but he can't do anything else.
The furnace explodes when making elixirs, and returns empty-handed when fishing. Well, this is the true face of a master.
"It's weird, why do I know this person's temperament so well..."
"Speaking of which, the reason why I can catch so many fish is because I have some strange understanding of the fish in the river..."
"People are fishing today, but they are fishing for me every year..."
"Not only that, Master just said that there are eighteen thousand fish in this river. I also feel a little concerned about this number..."
Ning Fan was thinking to himself when suddenly a flying dragon flew from a distance.
The strange thing is that only Ning Fan seems to be able to see the flying dragon's arrival.
There were also many Chu people around the Miluo River, but these people seemed to be unable to see the flying dragon and were completely oblivious to the mighty force of the flying dragon's arrival.
"Did this flying dragon use magical powers to cover up its tracks..." Ning Fan thought to himself.
The flying dragon flew closer and closer, and the closer it got, the more thrilling Ning Fan felt the dragon's aura.
Very strong, terrifyingly strong. This feeling is definitely not the second step. This is a flying dragon that is comparable to a saint, but I don't know which stage of a saint it is.
"You kid, why are you carrying the fate of our clan?" The flying dragon asked angrily as it hovered over the Miluo River.
When he saw Ning Fan catch 43 Dao carps from the Miluo River again, he became even more angry.
"Thief! Er'an dares to fish for my lineage, Dao Li!" The flying dragon of feelings is the product of the Dao Li family's carp jumping over the dragon gate.
This is really a saint flying dragon!
And the purpose of its arrival is for the fate of the Dao Li clan.
"I remembered a little bit... It seems that for some reason, I killed some Dao carp clan masters, and through some means, I took away the fate of the 1,500-color clan from this clan..."
"It's troublesome. The saint from the other side is seeking revenge. What should I do?"
Ning Fan finally felt a little nervous.
All these nervous expressions were captured by Old Man Han on the side, and he suddenly felt happy.
hey-hey! I thought you didn't know how to be afraid. How could you be afraid because you met an enemy of the First Saint in your dream? If this is the case, there will be many places to be afraid of in the future. As long as this First Sage makes a mark along your dreams and comes to look for it from time to time in the future, you may not even dare to sleep. Hahaha, I finally found one. Much better than you.
Huh? Strange thing, why is there no trace of dreams on this kid? Could it be that this kid doesn't have the ability to dream? Or is there some supreme being that blocks this person's ability to dream? Ahem, that shouldn't be the case, right? Those supreme beings are too idle to seal the dream of a junior? Sure enough, it was the boy's own fault, or maybe he accidentally came to my dreamland not through a dream, but through a method similar to Taoism War, Soul War, etc., so there is no trace of the dream?
Old Man Han was puzzled when he saw the flying dragon suddenly move his hand, as if he wanted to kill Ning Fan on the spot.
But seeing a water-blue dragon ball spit out from the dragon's mouth, in an instant, all the water-moving magic in the world gathered into the flying dragon's mouth, and formed a large circle of reincarnation in its mouth.
The big circle became more solid as it condensed, and instantly turned into a Taoist light ball.
That ball of light contained unimaginable power. Once hit by it, few second monks could survive - except for leapfrog masters such as Luan Gu and Mo Zhong.
"No, it seems that the only way to block this blow is to use the merit umbrella. Huh? I finally remembered the merit umbrella, but I still can't remember more..."
Ning Fan was about to use his merit umbrella to fight against the enemy, but Old Man Han on the side took action first.
But seeing Old Man Han looking so solemn and terrifying at the moment! Although he was happy to see Ning Fan defeated, it was one thing to be defeated and another thing to lose his life!
He is a saint, and he can use Taoist magic to kill people across dreams. The flying dragon saint in the sky is probably also good at this. If this blow really hits, Ning Xiaozi may be dead.
Although I don’t know what the relationship between this boy and the Daoli clan is, this boy...is still his disciple after all! He was the unofficial disciple that he once had his eye on and was just a hair’s breadth away from being accepted!
How dare the founder of the Dao Carp Tribe take action against his appointed disciple? Well, that's great!
"Little Dao carp thief, you seem to be very confident in your water-moving Taoism. How about I break you with fire?" Old Man Han sneered, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of fire. The fire was first as cold as ice and snow, and then melted. It created a ball of purple and gold flames, and eventually, all the purple and gold fire turned into black fire.
"This is the technique of the third generation of fire energy!"
As Old Man Han spoke in a cold voice, his black fire shot straight into the sky, and his murderous intent was locked on the flying dragon.
Feilong was startled, then snorted disdainfully, "Who am I? It turns out that you are the newly promoted saint of merit and virtue in the Liangyi Sect. How stupid and arrogant! You actually dare to fight with the water of my Dao carp with the power of fire. I really don't know. Life or death!"
With contempt on his face, Feilong spit out the blue ball of light from his mouth.
The ball of light exploded and turned into a hundred thousand rivers, vowing to drown everything in sight.
However, it was a pity that the river was burned into steam by Old Man Han's black fire before it could flood anyone.
Burn it directly with a fire!
"Impossible! Water can defeat fire, and my Tao can defeat you. Moreover, my cultivation level is better than yours, and I have gained the Tao by chopping corpses, so my status is higher than yours. Why is it like this!" Feilong's expression changed drastically.
"Did you know that my disciple caught 43 fish because he only wanted to catch this number!"
"Do you know that I became a saint through merit and deeds because I only wanted to become a saint like this!"
"Who told you that the Saint of Merit and Virtue is weaker than the Saint of Corpse Killer! I just don't believe it!"
"Who told you that fire can't defeat water! I just don't believe it!"
"I don't believe in anyone. The only thing I believe in is my heart! After all, this is a world that can only exist if you believe it!"
Old Man Han sneered, jumped into the air, and chased after the flying dragon.
Raising his hand, Wu Wu grabbed it, and the black fire in the sky suddenly turned into a black giant cauldron, which hit the flying dragon hard.
boom!
The black cauldron hit Feilong on the head.
puff!
One of the flying dragon's horns was smashed on the spot, and it fell from the sky while spurting out blood. After finally stabilizing his fall, Feilong was shocked to find that he was only hit once by the fire cauldron, and his cultivation was sealed for several centuries!
What kind of evil magic is this? How can it be so powerful!
How much cultivation does he have in total? If it gets hit a few more times, wouldn't it be possible to severely damage this place!
The thief is too strong! The wind is blowing!
"Hmph! I have something to do today, so I won't argue with you. Farewell!"
"Bullshit! Who do you think you are? You don't deserve to argue with me! Do you still want to escape? I allow you to escape!"
Boom boom boom!
Old Man Han chased after him and smashed several more cauldrons until the flying dragon fled from his dreamland in a hurry before returning to the boat with a curse.
Seeing Ning Fan looking at him in shock, Old Man Han suddenly felt like he was showing off. He put away the fire cauldron, put his hands behind his hands and said calmly, "It's a small scene, not worth mentioning. You haven't seen a bigger scene yet. Don't be too surprised."
"Master, you are so powerful, does your wife know..." Ning Fan said in shock.
"What a boy! How dare you mention this!" Old Man Han was irritated again. He was so angry that he raised his hand and gave Ning Fan another violent shudder.
Then he looked at Ning Fan with an expression like "I can't help it, I really can't help it! I'm sorry! If you don't accept it, call me back!"
"Haha..." Ning Fan laughed stupidly.
I always feel like I haven't seen my master for many years. It's quite nostalgic to be beaten like this occasionally.
"Forget it, forget it, I won't beat you anymore, you are already beaten stupid. By the way, how did you provoke the saint of the Dao Li Clan? He said that you took away the luck of the Dao Li Clan, is it true? Are you not afraid of being raped by Shan Hai? Will all races be condemned?”
"I don't remember anything..." Ning Fan said helplessly.
"Then what do you remember?"
"I vaguely remember that I came here to do something very important."
"Is it something very important? What is it specifically? I may remember some clues..." Old Man Han frowned.
He also vaguely realized that Ning Fan was having a battle with someone, so he mistakenly entered his dream.
It's not surprising that this person can enter his dream. There is no password in his dream, so who can get in if they want? The two people meeting here can only be attributed to fate. After all, this is a world where people are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away.
"I'm destined to be with you..." Old Man Han suddenly said something without any clue.
"???" Ning Fan was stunned, wondering what Old Man Han wanted to express.
"You should be having a Dao Nian battle with someone." Old Man Han said again.
"It turns out that there is actually a battle of Dao Nian. Senior told me this, am I cheating?" After this reminder, Ning Fan remembered something again, and remembered the battle of Dao Nian with Patriarch Qu Ping. War, the specific cause, process, many details, and the past, but I still can't remember it.
"Cheating? Hahaha! You must be a demon cultivator too, why did you say such ridiculous words? We, the demon cultivators, can only steal what we can't get, and what we can't grab can only rob. Demons can only survive in the world by deceiving. , as long as there is no violation of Taoism, there is no harm in deceiving the whole world. As for the words of cheating, it is really ridiculous! In this world, apart from the things in the heart, there is only life and death. There is neither good nor evil, nor good and evil. Deception itself is actually It doesn’t count as cheating, it can only count as the enemy being stupid, so why would you say cheating?”
"so…"
"So don't be afraid! No matter who he is in the battle with you Dao Nian, come one, I will help you kill one, come two, I will help you kill a pair!"
"Here, I don't need Master to take action on this matter. I will deal with it on my own. Although I don't remember the specifics of this battle, I know myself. Since I dare to take on the Dao Nian battle with the opponent, I must have some confidence; plus at this moment I have Master reminded me from the side, and I remembered too many things. This battle of Dao Nian is already a sure win, and the victory is invincible. The only thing that needs to be waited for is the appearance of the opponent..."
Ning Fan rejected Old Man Han's help.
This made Old Man Han a little disappointed. He wanted to help Ning Fan a few more times to get more opportunities to show off.
Forget it, let the juniors handle their affairs.
But if the older generation comes to take action against Ning Xiaozi, he will not sit idly by and ignore it...
"Sure enough, it's better to encrypt the dream, so as not to cause too much trouble and attract any powerful enemies. But if even I can't deal with it, wouldn't this child's life be in vain..."
"But based on what I know about him in a short period of time, he encountered some supreme beings in this dream, and he should be able to escape unscathed... I don't know why, I am so confident in him. I seem to I have a good understanding of this person’s personality, but the reason is unknown…”
…
In the next few days, no big trouble like Feilong Sage appeared.
Old Man Han was also happy to be in peace and continued to practice fishing every day. After practicing for seven days, Old Man Han finally caught a... turtle by chance under Ning Fan's guidance.
Suddenly, Old Man Han's expression became unstable.
Turtle, soft-shelled turtle, tortoise...
Catching this thing doesn't seem to be a good sign.
Forget it, at least this stew is very filling.
"Let's stew it!" Old Man Han handed the turtle to Ning Fan to cook.
Ning Fan was full of curses in his heart, but he still obeyed the order and cooked the turtle soup.
Old Man Han took a bite and was immediately shocked, "You've hidden it well enough! You're even so good at cooking, isn't there anything you can't do?"
"Reincarnation is like a circle. The bigger the circle is, the more unknowns there are. I have many unknowns..."
"So you are bragging about being a dick in disguise, right?" Old Man Han was so angry and sour.
Just as he was about to give Ning Fan another shock, he suddenly saw a person coming to the bank of the Miluo River, looking at the surging river with despair in his eyes.
"He is Patriarch Qu Ping!" Ning Fan recognized the person at a glance.
"Didn't you tell me a few days ago that you didn't remember who the enemy was?" Old Man Han was unhappy and felt like he had been deceived.
"I really don't remember."
"Then how do you know this person's name?"
"I asked about the water of the Miluo River, about the boat's oar, about the fish I caught, and everything about this place that might be contaminated with this person's cause and effect..."
"What? What are you talking about, in human language?" Old Man Han didn't understand.
"In short, I used special means and learned some useful information. Master, don't interfere with the next thing. I can deal with it myself. Master, please dock the ship and I will go meet that person."
