Grasping Evil

() Ten days passed, and tens of thousands of altars of first- and second-grade spirit wine were consumed by two people.

In another ten days, nearly a thousand altars of the third and fourth rank spirit wines were left with only empty altars.

On the last ten days, Ning Fan and Yun Tianjue each shared a hundred jars of five-grade spirit wine, but they drank each other, but did not speak.

For a whole month, the two did not speak a word, and the atmosphere was really weird.

Ning Fan thought to himself, he drank so much spirit wine, but he still didn't seem to satisfy the other party. It seems that this so-called test is not easy to pass.

One month passed, and it had been a month for Bei Xiaoman to wake up.

But I don't know if Bei Xiaoman, who was born with rain and dew, will be worried if he can't see himself when he wakes up...

While drinking the five-grade spirit wine, he shot a sound transmission flying sword toward Penglai, as if to reassure Bei Xiaoman.

With just such a distraction, the alcohol force immediately became distracted, and Ning Fan's eyes became hot, showing a hint of drunkenness.

After drinking so much spirit wine, the reason why you don't get drunk is because you stick to your heart and don't mess up.

Heart is one point, wine is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

His eyes narrowed, his mind solemn, Ning Fan dispelled his drunkenness, and secretly said that it was dangerous.

Almost got really drunk.

Yun Tianjue sat on the opposite side, put down the wine jar, looked at Ning Fan, his eyes were unhappy,

"Your heart is messed up. Was the sound transmission flying sword passed down to women? My sword cultivators should be attached to the sword and not lustful. If the heart is not pure and the way is not firm, the swordsmanship will be difficult to achieve after all."

"What if the swordsmanship is difficult to achieve? If the swordsmanship is cultivated to the end, there is only one person and one sword left, what's the joy?"

Ning Fan shook his head slightly, thinking that the sword might be this senior's kendo, but not his own.

My own kendo is not obsessed with the sword, but only wants to use the three-foot green edge to protect the peace and happiness of the loved ones, and the success and failure of the path. He doesn't care.

"One person, one sword, what kind of joy... You're right. I'm looking for someone."

Yun Tianjue frowned, grasped the palm of his hand, and pressed the broken wine jar, as if Ning Fan was talking about the central matter.

Also slightly drunk.

This scene. It fell into Ning Fan's eyes, secretly surprised.

I thought that this senior was just a sword cultivator obsessed with swords, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This person's sword intent is very strong, and even in terms of sword intent alone, Ning Fan has never seen anyone whose sword intent is stronger than this person.

Even if it is the Sword Emperor's secret sword, it is in front of this person. All dim.

This person is not a sword world cultivator, but is he stronger than the sword world god emperor?

You can't be wrong, this sword intent is a ruthless sword, and it doesn't allow a trace of emotion to be mixed. This person must also be cold-blooded and ruthless.

But this person's suddenly drunk expression clearly shows that he is deep in his heart. There is a sincere existence.

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed. In the rain world, there are only a handful of people in the world. This person is a swordsman, and his identity is self-evident...

Sword God in white, Yuntian Jue!

"Senior is looking for someone, I am also looking for someone." Ning Fan's eyes narrowed. The conversation changed, and he remembered the fortune-telling of the ancestors of Dongxu.

If you want to find the whereabouts of your mother, you need to find Yuntian Jue!

He had heard that Yun Tianjue was cruel and cold-blooded before, but Ning Fan had concerns and did not rush to find this person.

Now that this person has come to the door, he can knock on the side to see if he can ask some Ning Qian's whereabouts.

"Are you looking for someone too? Seeing that your back is so lonely, you must have not found the person you are looking for, right?" Yun Tian never likes to talk, but in front of Ning Fan, he is no longer taciturn.

"Yes, I'm looking for a woman, her name...Ning Qian!"

Ning Fan said the name and carefully observed Yun Tianjue's expression.

This woman's name fell in Yun Tianjue's ears, causing his expression to go blank for a moment, and then he became confused.

"Ning Qian?"

"Senior knows her!" Ning Fan was secretly delighted, if it was so easy to find her mother, with his strength and status, she could easily let her live a peaceful life.

"No, I don't know... I just think the name sounds familiar..." Yun Tianjue shook his head, feeling annoyed in his heart, but he didn't know why.

"Familiar?" Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, with a questioning tone, this ambiguous answer made him very dissatisfied.

Familiar, you know?

But looking at Yun Tianjue's expression, he clearly didn't remember who Ning Qian was, as if he had never seen it before.

In Yun Ruowei's dream, Yun Ruowei, Ning Qian, and Yun Tianjue appeared together at Lanruo Temple.

They should have seen...

Could it be that Yun Tianjue and Ning Qian's friendship was too shallow, and they hadn't seen each other since that day, so they didn't remember Ning Qian?

"Are you dissatisfied with my words?!" Yun Tianjue's eyes suddenly turned cold. With his personality, if anyone else dared to speak coldly to him, he would have already killed him with a sword.

Ning Fan was a mere deity, and dared to question him indifferently, but Yun Tianjue was unhappy, but he was vaguely unwilling to kill Ning Fan.

"With your mind, you should have guessed my identity. I advise you not to anger me!"

Yun Tianjue said indifferently.

"How dare you!"

Ning Fan's expression changed, if it wasn't for Ning Qian's whereabouts, if it wasn't for the honor of the old man, he would never have been willing to drink with this moody old monster.

The two were silent again, and after a few days, all the five spirits were drunk.

Yun Tianjue drank the spirit wine, and then fell silent. His left hand was originally broken, and at this moment, he was holding the wine jar with his illusory left hand, dazed.

"Senior, can I pass my test!"

Ning Fan stood up and clasped his fists. He had already drank all the spirit wine, but he didn't get drunk. He didn't know if he passed the test.

"This is not a test..."

Yun Tian Jue disappeared and disappeared, turning into his original face, his illusory left arm disappeared, and turned into a long-sleeved hole again.

The long hair is messy, the eyes are vicissitudes, and the sword behind him is strong.

"It's not a test?" Ning Fan frowned. If it wasn't for the test, he would spend a month drinking here, which would be a waste of time!

How much time does he have? No, very little.

Although drinking so much spirit wine, the mana increased by a thousand armor, but the speed of this increase is too slow for Ning Fan.

"Farewell. If senior decides to test me, come back to find me."

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

Yun Tianjue's eyes were strange, and he found that the god-transforming junior in front of him was not afraid of him.

Sword God in white, holding a sword to become a demon.

With a sword in hand, the clouds of a hundred countries move.

Even if the Emperor Yu saw Yun Tianjue, he would feel a little uncomfortable, but Ning Fan dared to be dissatisfied with him and speak coldly to him, what an interesting kid.

"You don't like drinking with me on the boat?"

"I'm afraid of death." Ning Fan glanced at Yun Tianjue. This person can kill even the fourth brother, and he is moody. Since there is no way to ask Ning Qian's whereabouts, it is only dangerous to get along with this person.

"I don't kill you, but occasionally I want to find someone to drink and drink. This wine. How about you taste it?"

Yun Tianjue stood up suddenly, his face as icy as ice, showing no joy or anger.

He took out a dark red wine gourd, like crystal clear, you can see the blood red wine pulp in it.

That gourd, however, spreads the mighty pressure of a vast magical weapon, and it is an ordinary virtual treasure. And it's still... the middle grade Fan Xue!

And the wine pulp in the gourd, with a hint of wine fragrance, made Ning Fan's spirits refreshed, and his eyes were secretly happy.

Just a hint of smell. His mana has increased by as much as 1 armor... What kind of wine is this!

"You accompany me to drink. Although it is not a test, I, Yuntian, will never waste a month of your time. There is still half a gourd left in this wine. You can drink three sips, and if you drink too much, you will die."

"Three!"

Ning Fan's eyes became fiery, the energy of the liquor was as strong as that of the Time Crystal.

A touch of smell, which increases mana by 1.

It is very possible to increase the mana of thousands of armor with a sip of wine.

With three sips of wine, Ning Fan can at least increase his mana by 20,000!

If you can get 20,000 armor mana for nothing. He accompanies Yun Tian to decide for a month, and it is not a loss.

"Senior's words are true!" Ning Fan still couldn't believe it. It was rumored that the indifferent and bloodthirsty Yun Tianjue would give him a chance.

"I don't like nonsense." Yun Tian never said a word, put one hand behind him, and stood on the bow of the boat, but watching the sunrise by the sea, his expression was neither happy nor sad.

"Thank you for your generous gift, senior!"

Ning Fan was not polite, and his sense of Yun Tianjue couldn't help but change.

This person is withdrawn, taciturn, and moody, but his actions tend to be clear-cut.

This kind of person, even if he is a little indifferent, will not kill his brother for no reason.

Perhaps this person killed the fourth prince of the Rain Palace, and it is unknown if he has any inside information.

Pulling out the gourd stopper, Ning Fan almost fell drunk, showing the strength of this wine.

Compared with this wine, the five-grade spirit wine is just slag, and the virtual spirit wine may not be comparable.

This is the wine of immortality!

goo-dong-

Ning Fan picked up the gourd and took a sip of the wine. Immediately, an extremely spicy feeling almost paralyzed his mouth.

He had never tasted such a spicy wine in his life, and the wine smelled very fragrant, but it was very fishy in the mouth.

Taking a sip of wine into his stomach, it immediately turned into a stream of heat, immersed in his dantian, making his whole body scalding hot.

A sip of wine contains at least 8,000 armor mana!

The huge drinking power spread all over the body, Ning Fan's complexion was red, his robes were bulging without wind, and his skin was blue and purple.

"What a strong drink! No wonder this senior Yun only allowed me to drink three sips, claiming that I would die if I drink too much. I thought he was threatening me and wouldn't drink the fourth sip, but now it seems that this drink is too strong, My body can't hold up the fourth sip of alcohol!"

"This is still me, so I can only take the third sip. If it is a normal half-step practice, I will have at most two sips."

Ning Fan's eyes darkened, and he secretly said that Senior Yun's eyesight was so vicious, he could see all his strengths at a glance.

Without further thinking, Ning Fan picked up the red gourd and drank two more sips, three sips almost at the same time.

After drinking, Ning Fan returned a gourd to the table, but he immediately meditated, refining nearly 25,000 mana in his body!

Three sips together!

Yun Tianjue did not turn around, but his sword eyebrows moved slightly, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

"This gourd is called the blood gourd. Although the rank is of the middle grade, it has a magical effect. It can be used to refine the blood of demons and humans into wine. What you just drank is the blood essence of the Sword Realm God Emperor. I I only knew that you could drink three sips, but I never expected you to drink in a row, you, not bad!"

hiss!

Yun Tianjue's tone was extremely flat, as if he was talking about something trivial.

But when Ning Fan heard this, he immediately sucked in the cold air, secretly saying that this senior Yun is really cruel.

Taking the blood of the God Emperor of the Sword Realm to make blood wine... This is crazy!

No wonder this wine can increase so much mana... Where is this wine, this is clearly the blood of the God Emperor Shattering Void!

Ten days later, Ning Fan refined the power of blood and wine, exhaled a turbid breath, and stood up suddenly, his mana was already 338,500 armor.

Such a powerful increase in mana is due to Yun Tianjue's generous gift.

Ning Fan clasped his fists in a salute, his eyes fell on the blood gourd, he really wanted to drink this wine.

However, this wine is brewed by the blood of the broken emperor after all, the evil spirit is too heavy, and the mana can be refined, but the fierceness in the blood can only be worn away after countless life and death battles.

Although this wine is good, it is not advisable to drink too much, otherwise, the evil spirit will backlash, and Ning Fan will go into the devil, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

"Thank you for the generous gift of the seniors, and the juniors bid farewell."

Ning Fan took a deep look at Yun Tianjue and wanted to leave.

Before leaving again, Yun Tianjue suddenly said indifferently,

"Don't rush to leave, I will test you now."

"What test?" Ning Fan asked sternly.

"Dragon Valley! Take blood!"

Yun Tianjue didn't explain too much, and suddenly the sword energy was shocking all over his body.

The sword boat under his feet then turned into a giant sword of 1000 feet, and the sword light pierced the sky.

The giant sword soared into the air, carrying Ning Fan and Yun Tianjue, all the way to the west, and after they escaped, they traveled millions of miles.

This kind of escaping speed was so fast that Ning Fan was dizzy. Compared with this escaping speed, his escaping speed in the early stage of virtual refinement was not worth mentioning at all.

Riding on this sword can travel billions of miles a day.

Three days later, Yun Tianjue took the sword light and took Ning Fan out of the endless sea and into a snow country.

The snow here covers the sky, and the spiritual energy is so strong that even the Great Jin can't compare.

This is not an intermediate-level cultivation country, or even a higher-level cultivation country... This is a virtual-level cultivation country!

The territory of a country is billions of miles wide!

"Where is this place?" Ning Fan asked again.

"Snow country, the place where blood is drawn."

Yun Tianjue did not explain. When he appeared, Xueguo was shocked. Countless Nascent Souls and Spirit Transformation cultivators rose into the sky, and even three old Void Refining monsters blocked him.

"The Rain Emperor has an order! It takes ten years for the cultivation of the broken void to enter the Dragon Valley. Please, Lord Sword God, don't make it difficult for me to wait..."

"roll!"

A domineering and fierce momentum spread from Yun Tianjue.

The momentum was like a sharp sword. With a shock, thousands of Nascent Souls and Spirit Transformations flew back with serious injuries. Even the three Void Refining Old Monsters couldn't stand Yun Tianjue's aura.

"Sword God calm down! I won't dare to stop it!"

Everyone was shocked.

Today's Yun Tianjue does not reason with anyone at all, whoever stops him will die!

Even with the Emperor Rain's order, no one dared to take the feather as the arrow.

Ren Yuntian is determined to bring people into the Snow Country, and no one dares to stop him!

He Yun Tianjue is so domineering, who does he need to reason with?

With a roll of sleeve robes and a lit up of sword light, Yun Tianjue led Ning Fan away and disappeared into the wind and snow.

He doesn't need to reason with anyone.

His sword is the truth!

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