Grasping Evil

() There are only about a few hundred people living in the Xuelian tribe, and they are all mortal undead without any cultivation.

Ning Fan glanced sideways across the giant wooden fence, and could see a tall wooden frame and a roaring bonfire in the center of the tribe.

At the bonfire, some young herders from the snow lotus tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep for roasting, and there were also many women in Hu clothes dancing around the bonfire.

Whether it is a man or a woman, their eyes are as pure as the ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains, and there is no city.

Looking at this scene, Ning Fan's heart suddenly felt tranquility. The Xuelian tribe is a hospitable and peaceful tribe, indifferent to the world.

A good place to stay away from fighting, away from hustle and bustle, away from intrigue, but unfortunately it doesn't belong to him.

"Brother Ning, you are actually an immortal master? It's really amazing! Will you summon a 'barbarian god'? Would you summon a 'dead soldier'? I heard that there are many immortal masters in the middle of the imperial tomb, and all of them can summon a barbarian god. , Summoning dead soldiers, one immortal master can defeat tens of thousands of people. Do you know these immortal methods?" Xilian asked with a look of admiration.

"No" I will only kill. In the second half of the sentence, he naturally wouldn't say it, so as not to frighten the little girl.

"It's a pity that you can't summon barbarian gods and dead soldiers." The girl was a little lost.

Several big men guarding the gate of the tribe have already reported the arrival of Ning Fan to the patriarch.

The patriarch of the Xuelian tribe is a middle-aged man with a beard and sigh, named Xisa. He was discussing important matters with the elders of the tribe.

But as soon as he heard that Ning Fan, the Immortal Master, was coming, he immediately turned pale, did not dare to neglect, blew the horn, and led all the warriors and women of the tribe to greet Ning Fan.

"I've been waiting to see Immortal Master Ning!" Xisa said in awe.

Ning Fan sighed lightly. He had just entered the imperial tomb when he came across Xi Lian, and at Xi Lian's invitation, he wanted to enter the Xuelian Division to have a look. But never thought that his arrival scared this peaceful and peaceful tribe.

So he shook his head and comforted.

"Don't worry, everyone, Ning is just passing by the Snow Lotus Department. He will leave after drinking a glass of water and wine, and will never harm the Snow Lotus Department half of his life."

Hearing that Ning Fan was just passing by the Snow Lotus and would not hurt anyone, the Xisa Patriarch relaxed and said enthusiastically,

"Since Ning Xianshi passed by my Snow Lotus Department,

It is my Xuelian guest. There is nothing else in my Xuelian department, but there are a lot of good wine and meat, come here! Roast the fattest beef and mutton and prepare the best lotus wine. Welcome to Immortal Master Ning! "

"okay!"

The atmosphere couldn't help but warm up. Those snow lotus herdsmen who were afraid of Ning Fan's pulse cultivation, now let go of their fears and treat Ning Fan with good wine and meat.

Ning Fan didn't use any cultivation, he didn't want to scare these mortal souls.

There is no overbearing behavior. Just like a mortal, sitting quietly under the bonfire, eating meat and drinking, laughing with the elders of the Snow Lotus.

Ning Fan is a monk with a lot of knowledge. His conversational knowledge has made countless elders of the Xuelian tribe admire him.

He has an extraordinary amount of alcohol, and there are many young warriors in the Xuelian tribe who fight with him, but none of them can pour Ning Fan down. As long as Ning Fan doesn't want to get drunk, and his heart doesn't get drunk, then people won't get drunk. His drinking capacity also convinced a young warrior.

Occasionally, several enthusiastic Hu girls invited Ning Fan to dance, but Ning Fan had no choice but to refuse. He could not dance, but then he took over a herdsman's Qiang flute, played it, and accompanies the dancers for the beard girls.

The sound of the flute is simple and melodious, and that simplicity is in Ning Fan's heart.

At the same time, the sound of the flute contained an indelible sound of gold and iron horses, which was the slaughter of the past that could not be erased even by Ning Fan.

His flute sound has convinced countless girls from the snow lotus tribe, as well as the little girl of Xilian.

Many women have bright eyes and kind eyes, and they secretly greeted Ning Fan, but Ning Fan turned a blind eye, just raised his head, looked at the waning sky, looked at the twilight, and looked at the bright moon rising in the night.

He put down the Qiang flute and practiced Taoism for more than forty years.

Wandering in a foreign land, with no branches to rely on

It was getting late, and the bonfire was brighter.

Ning Fan seemed to have forgotten the noise in his ears. He closed his eyes and listened to the crackling of the flames in the bonfire, recalling the past of his life.

Fame and wealth are empty, cultivation is empty, power is empty, beauty is empty, good and evil are empty, fantasy is empty, moonlight is empty, these are all empty but empty, what is it!

"What is false!"

Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing the expression of Daowu.

He entered the imperial tomb, originally just wanting to find out the details of the emperor's tomb, but he never expected that in this snow lotus tribe, scenes of peaceful mortals would arouse his thoughts and awaken enlightenment.

And this enlightenment turned out to be the enlightenment of the word 'virtual'!

Although he unexpectedly broke through the questioning level in the star palace, although he was already a mid-stage demon comparable to the questioning, but he never thought carefully about the empty word.

At this moment, the phrase 'what is emptiness' that he asked himself, is exactly the question that all the cultivators of the emptiness will initiate to their hearts before peeking at the emptiness!

Once you understand what emptiness is, you can see emptiness!

Once you have mastered the context of the virtual, you can ask the virtual!

Step on the sea of ​​emptiness, and you can rush into the void!

Above the void, you can be too void!

Ning Fan suddenly smiled, it seems that entering the imperial tomb this time, he can truly understand the true meaning of the empty words.

At this moment, he is just a wisp of soul, just a layer of veins, but in the tomb of the emperor, walking all the way, and making the soul to reach the original cultivation level again, will be a good opportunity to re-experience the path of cultivation.

While he was thinking like this, outside the Xuelian tribe, a faint sound of horse hooves suddenly came, mixed in the night wind, at least thousands of cavalrymen rose up, murderous.

The sound of the hooves was very soft, and it was very far apart, making it difficult for mortals to distinguish it, but it couldn't hide it from Ning Fan's ears.

Ning Fan put down the jug and sighed softly. It seemed that the Xuelian tribe was in trouble. Most of the discussions between the Xisa Patriarch and the clansmen today are related to this catastrophe, right?

He clenched his fists to the Xisa Patriarch and said goodbye, "Thanks to the Xisa Patriarch for giving the wine, Ning Fan has something to do, so I will leave."

Patriarch Xisa was stunned, not understanding why Ning Fan had to leave when he was halfway through the wine.

But of course he didn't dare to stop Ning Fan from leaving or staying. When Ning Fan wanted to leave, he immediately brought someone to send him off.

Ning Fan waved his hand, holding the Qiang flute presented by the Snow Lotus Department, and quietly disappeared into the night.

Xi Lian and many other girls from the Snow Lotus tribe looked at Ning Fan's thin back and sighed. It seems to move the girl's feelings

It's just that Ning Fan couldn't leave a footstep for them, and he wouldn't tell the reason for Xuelian's departure.

He is going to kill people and clear the enemy for the Xuelian Department. Don't let the thousands of cavalry slaughter the Xuelian tribe.

Thirty miles from the snow lotus base at the foot of the snow mountain, a snow river is left from the mountain. On the river bank, there are nearly 5,000 hardcover Huqi horses stationed here.

These five thousand cavaliers held three banners in total, namely, the Guilang Division, the Xiao Lang Division, and the An Lang Division.

The reason why the five thousand cavalry of these three tribes appeared here has only one purpose, that is to kill the Xuelian tribe thirty miles away!

"Haha, I heard that there are many cattle and sheep in the snow lotus tribe. There are also many women with fine skin and tender meat. Hehe, my three tribes worked together to wash the snow lotus tribe and divided up those cattle, sheep, women, and slaves. How!"

"it is good!"

The three tribal leaders were discussing the major event of slaughtering the Xuelian tribe, and suddenly a sentry found a young man in white walking step by step in the dark.

Several sentries immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, and shot at the young man in white who was suddenly approaching the army. The arrows whistled fiercely.

But a few arrows have not approached the young man. Suddenly, the young man waved his sleeves, and all the arrows turned into fly ash and dissipated.

The young man in white took a step forward and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"How is that possible!" Before the guards could figure out the situation, a blood hole the size of a thumb shattered on each of the eyebrows and foreheads. Blood splattered in the sky, a war horse fell, and his life returned to the west.

Several sentries died so strangely!

hiss!

Several war horses neighed in horror, alarming the five thousand cavalry!

"Who! Just rammed into my three armies, and killed my sentry!" One of the leaders said angrily.

Ning Fan appeared floating, standing coldly in the night, blocking the front of the five thousand army.

"Would you like to attack the Snow Lotus?" Ning Fan just asked indifferently.

"So what? Do you want to stand up for the Xuelian clan and fight against my army of 5,000 with one person's strength?" The leader said contemptuously.

"Yes!" Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Only you?" One of the leaders showed a sneering look. In his opinion, Ning Fan's desire to fight the 5,000 army with one person was a fool's dream.

"Why do you want to stand up for the Xuelian clan! How many cattle, sheep and beauties the Xuelian clan has given you, I will give you two copies, and you will help us attack the Xuelian clan!" Another leader said cautiously and enticingly. He saw that several sentries died in a strange way, almost instantly killed by Ning Fan.

From this point of view, Ning Fan's skills are brave and have the value of recruiting.

""

Ning Fan didn't say any more.

He neither cares about being ridiculed by others, nor will he be seduced by others.

He Ning Fan kills without reason, why should he explain!

If there must be a reason, there is only one reason.

He kills not for glory or wealth, but for a meal.

With a flicker of his figure, Ning Fan lifted the Qiang flute and activated the mana on the first layer of the pulse.

The ordinary Qiang flute made of oil bamboo fell into Ning Fan's hands, but it became a terrifying weapon, even more powerful than the low-grade Feijian!

laugh! laugh! laugh!

Dozens of avant-garde Hu Qi, in just a moment, all died by piercing the forehead with the Qiang flute, and fell off the back of the horse.

The three Hu Qi leaders looked shocked, Ning Fan's killing method by manipulating the Qiang flute was no longer a mortal martial art, but a 'immortal art' that can only be seen in the middle domain!

"Xian, Xian Shi! This person turned out to be an immortal teacher! He is an immortal teacher from the Central Territory!"

"An immortal master can slaughter tens of thousands of mortals. Damn! A small tribe of only a few hundred people from a snow lotus clan, even if there are more cattle and sheep, it is impossible to ask an immortal master. Why should this immortal master help? They do it all!"

"It doesn't matter! After all, there is only one person, and I have five thousand horses waiting for him to fight for his life!"

The three leaders showed a fierce look. As soon as the trumpet was blown, the five thousand Hu Qi immediately took the Hu bow, and they all bowed at Ning Fan to shoot arrows. The arrows were like meteors chasing the moon, and the night was cold.

Ning Fan looked at the five thousand arrows, his eyes were unmoved, the figure flickered, disappeared, disappeared like a ghost, and all five thousand arrows shot into the air.

The spells he casts are only small spells at the pulse level, and they are just invisible. With his soul-splitting cultivation at the first level of his pulse-breaking, he could only cast low-level spells, which seemed to return to the days when he was just cultivating demons.

But for mortals, invisibility is already a terrifying magical power!

laugh! laugh! laugh! ,

Every time the Qiang Di was shot, dozens of people would die.

In this night, only Ning Fan fought unilaterally!

He really wouldn't bully mortals with his magic power, but Ning Fan wouldn't care about a thug like these five thousand cavalry bullies. Just kill directly.

The night faded, and the morning light shone on the snow-capped mountains.

Ning Fan stepped over the five thousand corpses and walked indifferently towards the other end of the snowy mountain.

In the snow lotus department. Patriarch Xisa still had a worried expression.

He had been informed that the three Hu Qimen, including the Ghost Wolf Division, were going to wash the Snow Lotus Division. But the news seems to be inaccurate. The Ghost Wolf Division did not come here without a cavalry attack. What happened?

For three days in a row, the Xuelian Division remained safe and sound. ,

In the past three days, the snow lotus herdsmen who went out to investigate discovered a terrible scene at the foot of the snow mountain thirty miles away!

Five thousand horses, all of them were beheaded!

The murderer's methods are horrific. It seems that some kind of special weapon has pierced the frontal bones of all Hu Qi, leaving a blood hole the size of a thumb on the frontal bones of all corpses.

Judging from the battlefield situation, there was only one murderer!

"It was the killing of five thousand cavalry from the Ghost Wolf Division and other divisions with one person's power! This is really terrifying!" Including the Xisa Patriarch. The snow lotus herdsmen were deeply shocked.

At the same time, I felt fortunate. After all, these five thousand cavalry were going to attack the Xuelian clan at first sight. If the mysterious killer hadn't killed all the hu cavalry, these hu cavalry would definitely have slaughtered the Xuelian clan three days ago.

"It seems that we should thank that mysterious master, but we don't know who this master will be," the snow lotus herdsmen sighed.

"It's him! It's Brother Ning!" Only Xi Lian cried with joy.

She recognized that the wounds and blood holes in the frontal bones of the corpses were caused by the Qiang flute specially made by the Xuelian Department.

And can kill 5,000 cavalry with the ordinary Qiang flute made by Xuelian. Maybe that's the only person with that kind of ability

The "Big Brother Ning" girl looked into the distance with gratitude and sighs.

She thanked Ning Fan for saving the Snow Lotus without asking for anything in return.

She also sighed, sighing that Ning Fan would not come back.

"This is not his home. He is not a returnee, just a passerby"

Ning Fan climbed over the snow-capped mountains and walked for three more days.

The tomb of the Thunder Emperor is very mysterious. Every time you kill an undead with a cultivation base, you will definitely get a thunder fruit similar to the Tao fruit. The mana contained is roughly equivalent to 1% of the normal Dao fruit medicinal power.

Ning Fan slaughtered 5,000 people, but did not get any thunder fruit, naturally because these people were only mortals.

But in the three days of crossing the snow-capped mountains, Ning Fan found dozens of spirit beasts with the cultivation of veins in the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

These spirit beasts are extremely terrifying to mortals, but they are not worth mentioning to Ning Fan.

These spirit beasts attacked Ning Fan and were beheaded by Ning Fan with a wave of his hand.

After Ning Fan took more than 20 pulse-breaking thunder fruit, his soul-distributing cultivation level broke through the fifth-layer pulse-breaking in one fell swoop.

This cultivation base is exactly the cultivation base he had when he was the young master of Qimei!

He stood on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, walking in the night, looking up at a bright moon, looking back at the dust

"Fifth Pulse"

His body is healing itself with the black star technique.

And his sub-soul must continue to walk in this imperial tomb, and raise this sub-soul to a higher level!

Exploring the pulse, melting the spirit, Jindan, Yuanying, transforming the spirit, refining the virtual

Step by step, walk the road again!

And this road won't take too much time. With his magical powers, it takes only extreme time to cultivate this soul to a very high level.

"It's just that in my heart, I still haven't figured out what is false"

He looked at the bright moon, only to feel that the mundane world was getting farther and farther away, and it was impossible to remember.

what is false

On the fourth day, he walked to the other end of a snow-capped mountain, a water town.

On the lake, there were endless awning boats coming and going, and from time to time a young girl waved to Ning Fan on the shore.

And Ning Fan never said a word, just stood on the bridge, watching the running water under his feet, waiting for the dark night, watching the reflection of the moonlight in the water, he seemed to understand.

One day, two days, three days

On the sixth day, he looked at the shadow of the night moon in the water, and threw a warm goose stone to break up the water waves on the lake, and the moon shadow shattered.

In an instant, he understood!

"Xu, it is the scattered moonlight!"