How much persistence does it take to never forget a game of chess?
The chess pieces are like a mountain and the chessboard is like a sea. At both ends of the mountain and the sea, two people sit separately. One is a butterfly from another world, and the other is a lonely chess spirit.
Fan Xuan glanced at him with a look of reminiscence. At this moment, when he looked at Ning Fan in front of him, he was not looking at "Zhang Dao", but at his old friend.
On the wine-warming stove, a pot of reed wine is warming.
This wine is brewed from the thousand-year-old reed flowers of the Nanliang Kingdom: Nanliang has a sea of reeds. Once the sea reeds bloom for thousands of years, the flowers will disappear instantly. It is extremely difficult to pick the flowers, and it is even more difficult to make wine. Therefore, Nanliang uses reeds as the national wine. Not drinkable.
There is also something special about warming reed flowers and wine. What is burned in the furnace cannot be ordinary charcoal fire, but must be reed flower charcoal made from spiritual silk extracted from reed rods, which means the original fire to warm the original wine.
Legend has it that when reed charcoal burns, the flame has five colors, which change according to the viewer's heart; but there are also legends that some people have seen all five colors appear in the fire, and some have even seen the shadow of a goddess dancing in the fire.
Picking up the wine flask, Fan Xuanzhang poured a glass for Ning Fan and also poured a glass for himself. The sky in the Northern Barbarian Kingdom was as cold as the journey through reincarnation, but this glass of reed wine made Fan Xuanzhi's stone-cold heart feel warm for a moment.
Fan Xuanqi: Brother Zhang, do you still remember this wine?
Ning Fan: I don’t remember.
Fan Xuanjing: It's a pity. It seems that this wine means the past to me, but to Brother Zhang, it may mean the future.
Memories are filled with the fragrance of wine, like mist and rain scattered in the world, returning to the sky again, and like reed flowers scattered on the ground, returning to the coast.
However, the warmth only lasted for a moment. As more memories emerged, Fan Xuanzhen finally sighed in exhaustion.
...
First life.
[Disciple Xuanzhi, I didn’t lie. 】
So said a black Buddha holding an ancient incombustible lamp.
In that life, he fell in front of his mentor's lotus throne with a look of disbelief on his face, and his bones were turned into human bone chess pieces one after another and thrown into the sea of reincarnation...
...
【Do you want revenge? The revenge of nine lives can still be avenged. The question is, what are you willing to pay? 】A giant holding the Book of Spring and Autumn in his hand said this.
It was the ninth life, and he borrowed the Ram Sword, but the flames of revenge in the sword eventually backfired on him...
...
[If you want to save your tribe, I can help you with this, but your destiny in this life must be used by my Third Mountain. 】A sage from the Eastern Wasteland holding a scroll of destiny said this.
In the fifteenth life, he willingly gave up his life and destiny, but the person who took his destiny did not fulfill his promise...
...
[If you take refuge in the mortal world, immeasurable catastrophes will never befall your own people. What do you wish? 】A king-blooded calamity spirit awakened from the mind of calamity, said this.
In the twenty-ninth life, he sacrificed himself into the dust, and then the Lord of the Whisk chuckled, and was easily discarded as a grain of dust...
...
[Buddhism and Taoism have their limits, but the five spirits in the world are omnipotent. You are destined to me, and you are willing to follow me to have a glimpse of the five spirits. 】A Buddha whose whole body is covered in the precious light of the five aggregates, this is the way.
In the forty-third life, as a divine general, he once again became someone else's pawn...
Haha, who in the world can be trusted? Is the destruction of a clan still irreversible...
Fan Xuanchang laughed at himself and took another swig.
"Your memories seem very heavy." Ning Fan's third-level eyes could vaguely see some causal fragments of Fan Xuan's attack.
"There are also less heavy memories."
Fan Xuanzhi looked at the glass of reed wine, as if he had gone back to the day he first met "Zhang Dao" forty-three lifetimes ago.
It was a day with a gentle sea breeze, because it was already approaching the time when the reed flowers in Nanliang bloom once in a thousand years. Immortals gathered every night on the reed sea, waiting for the wine to be brewed.
Buddhism and chess were popular in Nanliang, so when the immortals gathered together, they would either exchange Buddhism or play chess and chat.
At that time, Fan Xuancheng was still young, but he was passing through this country to visit friends. It happened to be a grand event, so he stayed here temporarily to watch the excitement.
He was a barbarian and had no knowledge of Buddhism, but his chess skills at that time had reached the ninth level, and he could compete with some well-known chess players.
As a result, he became so famous that some people even touted him as a once-in-a-millennium Go boy, and they couldn't help but feel complacent.
But among the immortals, there was one person who never participated in the flattery, or even took a second look at himself... That was a young man in black, who was out of tune with the hustle and bustle, sitting alone in the dim light. He doesn't look at the banquet, the fireworks in the sky, or the crowds of happy people. His eyes are as silent as nothing; only the gaze will bloom.
When he touches the reed, this person will have a flash of expression...
Fan Xuanjian: You are very free, but you have time to play a game with me!
Young man in black: [Oh? Oh it's you...】
Fan Xuanchang: Do you know me?
The young man in black: [I know him, but I don’t know him either. This person has passed away, only the shadow of reincarnation remains, but that is only my perspective. If the perspective is switched, everything will be different. 】
Fan Xuan struck:? ? ?
Fan Xuanjing: The Riddler says less! Just say, how dare you play a game with me! The young man in black: [I see, is this the source of your obsession for forty-three lifetimes... Well, there is still some time before the war, and I also need to sink myself into the abyss of the unimaginable and the unreachable. Down, down at this time up
A round is just right for calming the mind...]
Fan Xuan struck:? ? ?
A big war? Where is the war? The Southern Liang Kingdom sings and dances to bring peace, but where is the war? What is this man talking about? Doesn't he know how to speak human language?
What Fan Xuancheng couldn't accept even more was this man's condescending attitude!
For you, playing chess with a talented boy like me is just a peaceful pastime!
How dare you... look down on me!
Fan Xuanji: My name is Fan Xuanji, born in the ninth branch of Fan Man! You can share your name!
The young man in black: [You cannot tell my name easily until the war is over, but if you can win this game, you can make an exception. 】
and after...
Later, Fan Xuan thought he had the upper hand and gave it to the opponent first; the young man in black was not polite and made a move, which actually landed on Tian Yuan.
For ordinary chess players, starting with Tianyuan means a small loss in winning rate, because the calculation power of ordinary people is simply not enough to exert the true power of this move.
But what if someone could calculate everything...
That day, Fan Xuancheng saw the appearance of a god for the first time!
The gods sit upright above the Tian Yuan, showing no sorrow or joy; below the Tian Yuan, there are living beings struggling in their fate with fruitless pursuits. And no matter how he chased or resisted, the gods were always like the impassable sky, out of reach. The other party ignores his own attacks, neither fighting nor grabbing. They are unpredictable and elusive, and yet give people a seamless sense of suffocation. The whole chess game is like quicksand, swallowing people up step by step, dragging them into despair step by step.
The abyss of hope...
"Impossible! This is impossible! I obviously didn't make any wrong move, but... I still lost! And I don't even know where I lost..." The young man's face was pale, his expression was dull, and his outlook was sluggish. All were shattered. [As long as you are within the rules, there must be a way to win, lose, and make peace if you go first. If you want to rewrite everything, you can only understand fate and break the rules. This is the heavy burden that the reverse traveler needs to face...] Black Clothes
The young man said regretfully.
I don't know if I regret that I will eventually be defeated by fate again, or I regret that the boy named Xuanzhen will continue to be deceived in the next many reincarnations.
"You are already so strong, do you have an opponent that is too heavy to defeat..." The young man felt frightened! The person in front of me is already as strong as a god, so what kind of posture should he be making it impossible to defeat him!
[Yes, the opponent is very strong, and there is no possibility of defeating him, but he cannot give in, let alone compromise...] [Everyone in the world is waiting for Luhua Wine, but what I am waiting for is a flower blossom. Destiny is like a cage, isolated from observation; all souls in the cage coexist in life and death. Those who make rules must also be afraid of breaking them; the authority to determine reincarnation is always only in
In the hands of the reverse traveler...]
[No matter how many times the lights are extinguished, there will always be a beam of light that passes through the end of the eternal night and shines into her home...]
...
"Back then, everything you said was like a riddle, but after experiencing forty-three lives of hardship and deception, now I gradually understand your helplessness..."
Fan Xuan put down his wine glass, twirled a chess piece, and then took Tian Yuan's hand. "Some words involve too much, so they cannot be said, right! Then there is no need for words! You have persistence, and I have obsessions! A chess player's piece is worth a thousand words! Just give it all and play the last game well! It's just that This time, do you want
Be careful. I am not the person I used to be, and you are not the person you will be in the future. There is no way I will be the winner this time! "
Forty-three lifetimes of human bone chess experience left Fan Xuanqi with more than just pain. His chess skills had been tempered for forty-three lifetimes!
Taken alone in one life, his chess strength is only between the second level and the first level, but if the second level in the forty-third life is superimposed, he has the confidence to compete with any first-level Shenyi!
...
When the chess spirit and the heaven and earth are in perfect harmony, it can trigger wind and thunder.
It's obviously just a game of chess, but every time Fan Xuan hits a piece, it will trigger lightning and thunder; and if he makes a perfect move, it can even cause the earth to collapse.
The Fan family monks who watched the chess game were all shocked by the familiar changes in the situation: the chess skills of both sides were extremely high, and many experts could not understand it based on their chess skills. It took dozens of moves to gradually understand.
But this does not prevent them from being here to cheer for their ancestor!
When the catastrophe came, the previous ancestor left all his clan members to escape alone. Only Fan Xuanzhen, the strongest member of the clan, stood up and fought against the calamity spirit, saving a few clan members.
That's why the monks of the Fan family are willing to choose Fan Xuanji as their new ancestor, even though everyone knows that Fan Xuanji actually doesn't have much time left to live.
After experiencing the tragedy of Seizing Soul Chess, Fan Xuan's time was running out.
After the fight with the immeasurable calamity spirit, Fan Xuanzhi even burned out his life lamp.
Fortunately, thanks to the help of Old Immortal Nanke, Fan Xuanzhao was able to hold on until now, but its remnants were like the ashes of burned dead wood. Although there were still weak sparks, they would disintegrate and be extinguished if touched...
Such a state was not suitable for laborious chess playing, but knowing that nothing could be done, Fan Xuanqi still turned his chess soul to full power, and his computing power was increased to the extreme.
Every time you make a move, your consciousness will blur a little!
Every skillful move will quickly dissipate the vitality!
This is the moment...dissipation!
But I, Fan Man, should have burned in the fire until the end, and I would rather scream than remain silent!
"It's so intense! Is this a game where the first-level trance is the best!"
"The dragons on both sides actually changed at the drop of a hat! Who is in the lead now? I can't figure it out! I can't figure it out!"
"The calamity has begun! This calamity battle will determine the final outcome!"
"Don't lose! Come on, ancestor!"
The elder Fan family monks were all excited by the game of chess.
But those children who are still young are still unable to understand the ancestor's persistence, and Daomanshan is one of them.
To be honest, he can no longer be regarded as a Fanman monk, but was forcibly transformed into a Daoman by Lan Daofeng. But when Fan Xuanzhao rescued people, he still saved him together...
"Why! It's just a game of chess. Is it really worth the last of my ancestor's life?" Dao Manshan watched the ancestor who regarded him as his benefactor disappear little by little. He only felt that his eyes were sore and he wanted to cry.
"Don't cry! This is the last game for our ancestors! Remember carefully how our ancestors fought until the end!" Fan Shiyun, the child's grandfather, scolded, but in fact, Fan Shiyun also felt uncomfortable.
The Fanman survivors here all owe Fan Xuanzhao the grace of saving his life, but they have no time to repay, so they have to see their ancestor off. Who can truly be at peace?
But you can’t say goodbye with tears!
Rather than crying and mourning, the barbarians are more willing to use fire and wild dance to send their people back to the mountains and seas! "So strong, is this Fan Xuan's true chess strength in Forty-Three Worlds... Do I have to bear a greater burden in this calamity battle... The situation is not in my favor, but I can still play!" Ning Fan looked deeply at it! He glanced at Fan Xuan, as if intending to set this man on fire.
Keep the image in mind until the end.
It has nothing to do with good or evil, or cause and effect. Any life without regrets is worthy of respect.
"It's still a little bit close. I still need to put more effort into it before I can calculate it to the end..."
"Damn it, I can no longer maintain my mental strength..."
"Consciousness, starting to lose consciousness..."
Fan Xuanzhang felt weak in his heart. He really couldn't hold on in this round.
But when he raised his head and met Ning Fan's serious and respectful eyes, he could not say anything depressing about surrendering.
Before forty-two years ago, this man only saw the reeds blooming with desire; but at this moment, he is seriously looking at the chess game that I have in mind!
This person doesn't like chess, I can feel this; but is he still willing to respect my little obsession...
Brother Dao, how can I live up to your kindness?
"Fan Man's Reverse Withering Technique, Yang Shen!"
As a weak voice came out, the remnants of Fan Xuan's attack suddenly started to burn with flames, and the lights of the forty-three reincarnations all gathered at this moment!
Before turning into ashes, he can... continue to burn!
At this moment, he activated the Fanman Anti-Withering Technique, turning his flames into the fruit of the Anti-Withering Dao Fruit bit by bit.
The Niku Dao Fruit was something he promised to Ning Fan.
The process of transforming into a Dao Fruit allows him to maintain consciousness for a short period of time through burning, allowing him to persist in this difficult match for a while longer.
"No matter what the result is, I have no regrets after this game!" Fan Xuancheng laughed.
On this long journey without return, there are family members to see you off, friends to play against, and fine wine to drink. This life is not in vain!
In the blazing flames, Fan Xuanzhao was like the setting sun at dusk, no longer full of light, but still living up to the blazing heat in his heart!
He integrated all his obsessions into the chess pieces and presented them on the chessboard.
Ning Fan also responded, fighting for the victory with everything he had.
No one cares about the outcome of this round anymore!
However, fate still played a joke...
Even if he burned himself into a red sun, Fan Xuanzhang still couldn't maintain his consciousness for long.
He had clearly seen a glimmer of a chance of victory and was about to make a move, but the sudden feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed everything he had.
When Fan Xuan's vision went dark, when Fan Xuan shot down, he was slightly deflected and landed in the wrong position...
This is a game in which he is willing to spend everything he has! He no longer cares about victory or defeat, but he made an extremely low-level mistake and ended the game hastily...
Difficult to accept!
Can not accept!
But, I have to accept...
"This move is not your original intention. If you want to regret the move, I don't mind..." Ning Fan is not a real chess player. He doesn't care whether his opponent regrets the move or not.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your kindness, but...you won't regret your move..." Fan Xuan shook his head and refused, because...he is a real chess player.
"So, it's a pity..." Ning Fan sighed.
"Yeah, what a pity..." Under the heavy blow, Fan Xuanzhi could no longer maintain consciousness.
If you can't win this game, then you don't have the right to know the opponent's name...
Oh, this is a long life. On that day, I saw the shadow of the God of Go, but until the end of my forty-third life, I still didn’t know the true name of the God...
In the blazing flames, Fan Xuan's attack slowly turned into a Reverse Withering Dao Fruit...
But at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, Ning Fan suddenly spoke.
"Ning Fan." As the fire went out, Ning Fan said his name.
He is a demon cultivator and does not shy away from telling his true name when there is no need to hide his identity.
I didn't say it before, just because even if I did, to the ears of people from other worlds, it would all sound like "Zhang Dao".
Sure enough, when all the Fanman monks heard Ning Fan's name, they all heard nonsense.
But maybe because of his deep obsession, Fan Xuancheng actually heard the two words he was waiting for forty-three lives!
It's a pity that I couldn't hear it very clearly because there were countless noises interfering wantonly in the cycle of reincarnation.
Is he talking about Li Fan, Ning Fan, or Ni Fan... I can't hear clearly, but... this can be regarded as knowing the true name of the god...
"Thank you very much... I will leave the ninth branch of Fan Man to you, Lord Nifan..."
...
In the Thousand Trees Formation, a farewell ceremony was quietly taking place. It was the monks of the Fan family who were sending off their ancestors who had traveled far away.
Fanman's anti-withering technique is a great secret in the clan, and only quasi-sage monks are qualified to practice and understand it. Therefore, these Fan family monks did not know that the ancestor paid a price and condensed the fruit of Niqi Dao.
For barbarians, life and death, although big, are only temporary separations. After the death of barbarians, their souls return to the mountains and seas. If they are destined, they can still see the souls of their ancestors returning in their dreams at midnight.
Therefore, although the Fan family monks were sad, no one cried. Instead, they used bonfires and wild dances to wish their ancestors peace after death.
On this day, the ninth branch of Fanman lost its ancestor again.
But at the same time, they established a new ancestor.
Ning Fan was honored as the new ancestor by the monks of the Fan family, which was also Fan Xuanqi's last wish.
Somehow, it seems that cause and effect have already been determined.
Seeing Dao Manshan, who was still a child, respectfully address himself as ancestor along with everyone else, Ning Fan really didn't know how to respond.
I should obviously call you Senior Daomanshan, but now, you respect me as your ancestor... Reincarnation is really chaotic.
No matter what, the Fan family's spiritual millstone was finally obtained.
Fan Xuanzhang also got the Niku Dao Fruit promised: the energy contained in this Dao Fruit was far greater than the ordinary Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit, and it was hot in his hand, as if he was holding not a Dao Fruit, but a burning obsession. ...
There was another object that also fell into Ning Fan's hands, but it was another five-yuan treasure light.
Saint Jiumo controlled the Soul Seizing Chess and used a total of two Five Yun Treasure Lights, one to plot Fan Xuan's attack and the other to plot Ning Fan.
The treasure light that plotted against Ning Fan has been surrendered by Ning Fan.
Baoguang, who planned Fan Xuan's attack, also wanted to escape immediately after Fan Xuan's death, but was imprisoned and captured by Ning Fan.
Then many recognition seals were played, and finally Ning Fan possessed the second Five Yun treasure light, and the two treasure lights merged into one, and their power was greatly increased.
Baoguang, who attacked Ning Fan, only spent the third period of the reincarnation of Saint Jiumo to recover.
The Baoguang that Fan Xuan struck was so powerful that it took him a full six years of reincarnation to cultivate it.
So after the two treasures of light merged into one, the new five-yuan treasure light possessed the power of nine generations of reincarnation. Facing this precious light, even a tenth-century saint as powerful as the Ant Lord might find it difficult to deal with...
Ant Lord: Please let someone else be the unit of measurement, please!
Ning Fan: Definitely next time.
The spiritual millstone held by the Fan family is only at the level of Nine Rebellions and Seventy-One Drynesses.
Although the level is not high, at this point, the four weapons of Ningfan Ancient Kingdom have finally been gathered, but they are temporarily unable to be used by themselves and need to be handed over to the old immortal Nanke to treat the Northern Barbarian God.
With the four weapons of the ancient country in hand, Old Immortal Nanke can use the Ancient Counter-Moon Formation to bring down the moonlight of the ancient country to heal the Northern Barbarian God.
"The Ancient Moon-Countering Formation..." The name of this formation sounds very similar to the Ancient Dust-Countering Formation used by Tai Cang to rob spirits and sacrifice souls, but the power and efficacy are completely different.
Against the dust, against the moon... Nowadays, I am really trapped deeper and deeper in the secret of heaven and earth; but even if there is no cause and effect, I am trying to go against my fate, and there is no way out...
Born as a demon, he can only carry his identity as a villain throughout!
"It will take a lot of time to treat Hong Ling. During this period, I can't distract myself from resisting Wuliang Jie's attack on the Thousand Trees Formation. Therefore, I can only rely on my friend to fight against Wuliang Jie." Old Immortal Nanke requested.
"Senior, don't worry, I won't let the immeasurable calamity interfere with Hong Ling's treatment." Ning Fan nodded and walked out of the formation.
"Brother Fan... Are senior brothers going to do dangerous things again? Is there anything I can do to help..." Bai Ling whispered.
"..." Ning Fan stopped and looked back at the soft and weak Bai Ling who could be knocked down by a gust of wind. He really couldn't say, "You are too weak to help me." "Immeasurable Tribulation Spirit can beat you to tears with one punch." times" hurtful words.
"Can you... know how to cook?" After thinking hard, he asked.
"Ah?" Bai Ling was startled. The monks have all gone without food, so they don’t need to eat or cook. In addition, she has never been able to see or speak, so she focuses entirely on playing chess. She doesn't know how to cook...
But if Brother Fan wants to eat, she will work hard!
"You stay in the formation and help me collect some food. I am different from ordinary people. If I continue to fight, I will feel hungry..." He did not say much about the physical constitution of the spirit. Obviously, he did not want Bai Ling to involve too much in the great secret. .
"Senior brother, don't worry! As long as I'm here, I will never let you go hungry!" Bai Ling suddenly remembered that after he was rescued in the Thousand Trees Formation, his five senses were first cured by Senior Nanke, and then he would often do strange things. Dreamed. In that dream world, there grows a huge sycamore tree with a human face, which is respectfully called Lord Tree by the creatures in the dream; countless high-quality Tao fruits grow on Lord Tree's body. Once she was chatting with Mr. Shu in her dream. When Mr. Shu was happy,
He actually gave her a few fruits. After she woke up from the dream, the fruits were really beside the pillow. It was so magical that one could not tell the difference between the dream and the outside...
If I ask for some more fruits from the tree master in my dream, it should be enough for Brother Fan to eat, right? I just wonder if Mr. Shu is willing to give more...
"Haha, does this mean that a woman's heart is outward..." Nan Ke smiled helplessly, as if he had read Bai Ling's thoughts. The few fruits he had were all hidden in his dream. If he didn't want to, it would be difficult for even the blood gourd with the most inverse moon to steal those fruits... But if Bai Ling asked for it, he could only give it to Bai Ling. Right? After all, whether it’s red spirit or white spirit,
No matter what, they were all the Five Spirit Enlightenment Flowers that grew on their own trees, and they were all little sisters... As a big brother, it’s hard to refuse a little sister’s request...
Anyway, if my little sister needs the Enlightenment Fruit, just give me some...
...
The immeasurable calamity will not stop until the person who overcomes the calamity succeeds or gives up.
During this period, those who are subject to the calamity cannot escape from the lock of the immeasurable calamity, and the place subject to the calamity will also be implicated and continue to be robbed until the end.
After the Ziwei Demon Lord caused immeasurable calamity in the Northern Barbarian Kingdom, he turned around and escaped into his own realm, where he overcame the calamity and became a saint.
After all, there is no place that is safer than Yifangjie and is less afraid of being affected by the outside world.
Ordinary saints first become saints, and then step by step they cultivate mountains and seas and gain enlightenment.
But there are also peerless geniuses like Ziwei, who see the mountains and seas before taking the third step, and find a world. They are born with many more saintly advantages than others.
The Yifang Realm does not exist in any time and space of reincarnation, and it has nothing to do with all the truths and emptiness in the world. As long as Ziwei does not come out of the Yifang Realm, it is almost impossible for outsiders to find out his whereabouts and interfere with his tribulation.
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years..." Outside the Thousand Tree Formation, Ning Fan looked up at the endless calamity clouds in the sky. With his third-level eyes, he could tell how long this catastrophe would last.
This time happens to be a Yuanhui, no more, no less - this is the time that Ziwei Demon Lord has set for himself to overcome the tribulation.
With Ziwei Demon Lord's methods, it would take an entire Yuanhui to perfectly survive the immeasurable calamity. He is a person who pursues perfection extremely and is unwilling to take any risks in his life. If he is willing to rely on brute force to overcome the calamity, he can naturally become a saint in a shorter time, but at the same time, the road to sainthood will also leave some flaws and he will not be able to achieve perfection.
. Therefore, Ziwei deliberately lengthened the time to survive the tribulation in order to pursue the optimal solution to becoming a saint...
But it hurts the lives of the Northern Barbarians!
As long as Demon Lord Ziwei does not become a saint for one day, or does not give up for one day, the immeasurable calamity of the Northern Barbarian Kingdom will never end! Even if the survivors of this country escaped the initial killings of the immeasurable calamity, they still need to endure the hunting of calamity spirits that lasts for the entire Yuanhui. Without the protection of Old Immortal Nan Ke, if one Yuan Hui passes by, there will definitely not be even a blade of grass left in the Northern Barbarian Kingdom...
.
"It's a pity that with me here, your sanctification is destined to be incomplete. When Senior Nanke cures the red spirit, you and I will be responsible for the consequences!"
Phew!
Suddenly there was an angry roar in the distance.
Then, an Infinite Bird, which had been killed by Ning Fan but had been reborn with the power of Infinite Mountain, attacked with vengeful fury!
Having seen Ning Fan's strength, this Infinite Bird did not have the confidence to kill Ning Fan alone.
So this time, it brought many companions to besiege Ning Fan!
The fourteen tribulation spirits killed by Ning Fan before were all resurrected and came to take revenge!
However, this is not the most difficult part. In addition to the fourteen tribulation spirits, there are also countless barbaric cultivators who died tragically in countless tribulations. They were assimilated into tribulation spirits and attacked together. One of them is Fan Lianhai, the former ancestor of the Fan family! Fan Lianhai was a second-level quasi-sage during his lifetime. When the immeasurable calamity came, he abandoned his people and escaped alone, but was killed by the calamity spirit. But at this moment, Fan Lianhai was resurrected as the calamity spirit, and all his spiritual intelligence was wiped out, leaving only killing. Thoughts!
And its aura is no less than that of ancient overhaul!
He became a true blood nine-star calamity spirit!
"Fanman's counter-withering technique, Yang Shen!"
But when Fan Lianhai raised his hand with one hand, he raised the infinite Gengwu, which was as big as a cultivation star, above his head, and then used Fan Man's unique magical power to light the Gengwu! In an instant, golden flames ignited all over Gengwu, and he was eventually engulfed by the sea of fire, turning into a real sun, dazzling and brilliant! In the sun, there were many crane shadows. Then, the sun fell, and blazing waves of fire came from the sky.
The eternal snow in the Northern Man country melted away in an instant!
Ning Fan's expression changed.
Gengwu's self-destruction alone can kill Thirty-three Fans; once the Gengwu Zhiyang blessed by Fan Man's Reverse Withering Technique explodes, even Sanbaifan can be blown up to pieces!
You must kill me for immeasurable tribulations!
Then let you kill yourself for once!
Infinite growth...Open!
Holding the country invincible...Open!
As Ning Fan secretly activated Duo Wen Wushuang's power, in an instant, his black hair turned into snow white, and his white clothes turned into black...
At this moment, he looked at the world as if it were upside down!
At this moment, his energy and blood have increased a hundredfold, and he is invincible when he sets foot on the country!
"Just a firefly, let it disappear with the Northern Barbarians!"
The next moment, Fan Lianhai's eyes were scarlet and he smiled like a crazy man, completely detonating Geng Wuyang God. The blazing golden flames engulfed the entire Northern Barbarian Kingdom in an instant, and the entire world was covered by the dazzling light...
