Grasping Evil

The black snow fluttered down, scattered like crow feathers, the warmth of the corpses on the ground gradually became cold and stiff, and the blood of the corpses gradually solidified.

Whether it is a wild beast or a black monk, the blood is black, filthy and evil. Ning Fan looked at the black blood on the ground, thoughtfully.

Countless barbarians from Heavenly Barbarian City climbed the city wall and looked at Ning Fan in horror.

They were already convinced that Ning Fan was an alien cultivator, and the barbarians were more afraid of the alien cultivator who was not suppressed by the savage image compared to the savage beast suppressed by the savage image.

If the alien monks want to slaughter the barbarian city, almost no one can stop them!

"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is not an enemy."

Zhao Die'er's cold voice spread in the wind and snow, reaching the ears of every barbarian.

The expressions of those barbarians became dubious, it was hard to believe that a malevolent star like Ning Fan would be an enemy.

As if confirming Zhao Die'er's words, Ning Fan, Liu Yan and Xian Luoli together, turned into a streamer, flew up the city wall, and appeared in front of Zhao Die'er, smiling, and there was no hostility in their expressions.

This made many barbarians less afraid, but the barbarians still didn't dare to breathe.

Ning Fan's appearance has returned to youth after crossing the truth, and he is no longer old, even younger than Zhao Dier's memory.

Zhao Die'er stared at Ning Fan in a daze. After 50 years of wind and frost, 50 years of waiting, she finally waited for the person she wanted to meet, but her eyes were blurred and she was speechless.

Ning Fan looked at Zhao Die'er, who was very skilled, and showed a gratified smile, with a soft expression, as if the elders were looking at the younger ones.

But after Divine Sense swept through Tianman City, Ning Fan's eyes dimmed again, and he sighed slightly.

With the strength of his spiritual sense, he could easily find Zhao Mansion from Tianman City, but to his regret, it was within Zhao Mansion. It does not have the breath of Zhao Boyang and his wife, but enshrines the spiritual position of the two...

The old friend of the past has now passed away... The fate of saving one side...

"Take me to pay homage to Brother Boyang. How are you?" Ning Fan sighed and stretched out his hand. She stroked Zhao Dier's satin-like blue silk with a sad expression.

"Well..." Zhao Dier's eyes dimmed and nodded.

this night,

Ning Fan sat alone in front of Zhao Boyang's tomb, drinking alone, and sitting until the third watch.

Zhao Boyang was a mortal friend he met when he transformed into a mortal. He had been apart for fifty years, but could not see each other again. Ning Fan was somewhat regretful.

He looked down on life and death, and he wouldn't be too sad, but he was quite regretful that he had lost a mortal friend to talk about wine and Confucianism.

In this world, people die every minute and every second, but there are a few people who can make Ning Fan feel regretful...

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the night was as black as ink, like a nightmare that could not be escaped.

Under the care of Liu Yan, Xian Luoli had already fallen asleep. Ning Fan sometimes raised the wine gourd, sometimes took a sip, but raised his head. Looking at the night, his eyes are lost.

Seeing the passing of the old man actually aroused him a trace of remembrance, reminding him of his hometown far away in the rain world once again.

The God of War Art has broken through the fourth change, and the goal of coming to the wild has also been achieved, and even broke through the middle stage of Transcendence by the way.

It's time to go back to the East and save the King of War...

Liu Yan has already completed the mission of the astrolabe, once Ning Fan returns to Dongtian. You can go to the real thunder world at any time, it's time to fulfill the last wish of Emperor Taisu Lei...

After that. Accompany Ouyang Nuanji Dan Sanctuary; after that, where should we go...

Do you want to go home and take a look... It seems that you can't go back to the Rain Realm from the East. He has to return to the rain world from Beitian and Nantian... Who wants him to give up the immortal seed and become an immortal?

Looking at the red plum tree beside the tomb, Ning Fan's eyes became even more dazed, he missed the snow in Qimei City.

"Since I have cultivated truth, I have broken through life and death, and realized the truth. I have achieved today's cultivation base. Master is just transcending the truth, and Emperor Xia is only comparable to transcending the truth, and I am also transcending the truth... In the past, the Bone Emperor, Nirvana Emperor, and Shattering Void Emperor's cultivation base was as high as a mountain, and I couldn't breathe, but now, Shattering Void is not worth mentioning in my eyes..."

"In the ancient heaven, I was chased and killed by the immortals. Now, the immortals are in front of me, but they are only a flash in the pan..."

"The sect master of Danzong is Duzhen. He used to be the enemy that I feared endlessly. Now, he is just a turtle in the urn. If I have time, I don't even need to use up all my cards, I can step on Danzong and let out a bad breath for Mingque. Dan Zong, the dead bones in the tomb!"

"My cultivation level is getting higher and higher, but my home is getting farther and farther..."

"Is my mother awake, my mother, is it awake, does my father still love to drink..."

"The plum blossoms in the Sifan Palace in Seven Plum City have bloomed this year... Ning Gu, it's the reincarnation of the first generation..."

Goo-dong, goo-dong...

In the dead of night, there is only the sound of wind, and only the sound of Ning Fan drinking spirit wine.

His cultivation is already so high, but he still can't stop, he still has to move forward.

"This road of cultivation has an end... I don't know, the only thing I can do is to go all the way. There are still strong enemies behind me. They won't let me stop!"

"The Great Emperor Moruo, the ancestor of the poisonous dragon, the Immortal Emperor Palm Love, and the Silver-haired Immortal Emperor who once plotted against my parents... powerful enemies, there are many more!"

Ning Fan suddenly slapped the storage bag and took out a cloak puppet from the storage bag.

This cloak puppet was captured by Ning Fan when he beheaded the thousand-eyed old man when he was in the realm of the Six Desires Immortal King's cave.

After the First World War, Ning Fan got a total of two Desire Puppets, one was the ancient demon puppet from the early days of Shekong, and the other was this puppet.

This puppet has a powerful aura comparable to the middle stage of Shainian!

If Ning Fan can control this puppet, what is the old monster Shekong? Come as much as you can, kill as much!

"At the time, my cultivation base was insufficient to control this puppet, but now I can give it a try!"

With a thought, Ning Fan unblocked the power of Yu Yin Yang and Zhan Yin Yang, and his aura immediately soared to the point of being close to being empty.

Activate the fourth transformation of the battle tactics, and the ancient demon's cultivation level has skyrocketed to the fourth nirvana of the demon!

After performing the soul extraction technique again, under the double cultivation of law and body, Ning Fan completely broke through the bottleneck of Shekong and reached the level of the early days of Shekong!

Pushing the power of the bones of the six desires in his body to the extreme, Ning Fan's fingers flew out of countless invisible desire puppet lines, submerging into the cloak puppet's body.

The moment the puppet line entered the body, the eyes of the cloak puppet emitted a faint green light, releasing a shocking atmosphere like the awakening of a giant dragon.

That aura was under Ning Fan's deliberate control. It was limited to the cemetery, and did not spread too far, so as not to scare the barbarians in Tianman City.

In order to motivate the puppet of broken thoughts. Ning Fan's mana was consumed at an almost terrifying speed, under his full control. The broken thought puppet finally moved!

"I can control this puppet, but it's very reluctant. After all, I'm not a real cultivator of Shekong, and my mana is still insufficient..."

Ning Fan cut off the transmission of mana and re-sealed the yin and yang of Yu and Zhan Er. The dark green in the eyes of the cloak puppet immediately dissipated, and his eyes were empty.

Put the puppet away. Ning Fan was alone in the night, drinking spirit wine, no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhao Die'er watched Ning Fan's back quietly in the dim light, without disturbing her, she just watched it all night.

After fifty years of waiting, she finally returned to Ning Fan. She was full of love and thought, but she kept it all in her heart and became a secret. did not say.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhao Dier's thoughts flew back to many years ago with the snowflakes.

At that time. She was still young, and all day long, Ning Fan built a snowman, picked plum blossoms...

"Would you like to go back to Bianliang to have a look?" Ning Fan's voice suddenly sounded in her ear, startling her.

"I want to...but Bianliang is too far..."

"It's not far. I also want to go back to Bianliang. You can go with me once, and come back before dawn, how about it?"

Before Zhao Die'er could react, she suddenly let out a coquettish cry and blushed.

The body is light. Ning Fan had already embraced his waist and turned into a golden rainbow. Take off.

The night was not over yet, but Ning Fan brought Zhao Dier. In one stroke, the golden light flew directly from Tianman City back to Bianliang City.

Because of the black snow, Bianliang has been repeatedly attacked by wild beasts, and now it is a situation of ten rooms and nine empty spaces.

Zhao Dieyer has not returned to Bianliang for fifty years. This dilapidated barbarian city made her dare not recognize it at all. She could not imagine that this would be the once prosperous Bianliang.

Fifty years have passed, and the city of Bianliang has changed a lot, but only the water of the Bian River remains the same as it used to be.

It's still cold in winter, and there are still red plum blossoms on both sides of the river, but the snowflakes are no longer white, they have become pitch black, and they have become extremely out of line with the red plum...

This right and wrong made her want to cry, but she was choked up and couldn't cry.

The most ruthless thing in this world is the years, and once it has passed, it will never come back...

"Die'er doesn't cry, the plum blossoms are still there. Although the snow is as black as ink, it's not as white as it used to be, but you can also build a snowman."

Ning Fan picked off a red plum, put it on Zhao Dier's temple, smiled slightly, and turned to build a snowman.

Zhao Die'er suddenly remembered the past when she was a child. At that time, she begged Ning Fan to build five snowmen and assigned identities to all the snowmen.

'This is Daddy, this is Mother, this is Sister Si Ya, this is Die'er, this is Uncle. Let's live happily together, be happy and carefree...'

'Uncle builds a snowman for Die'er, when Die'er grows up, he must marry his uncle and let his uncle make me a snowman every day! ’

Zhao Die'er's eyes were red, and her tears were blurred.

The five snowmen of that year have long since passed away, and now, only Ning Fan is alive, only she...

"Don't cry, in this world, you still have a relative like uncle."

Ning Fan patted Zhao Dier's head. This time, he only built two snowmen, one large and one small.

He looked at Zhao Dier like a younger generation, like a relative, his eyes were a bit dazzling, but it made Zhao Dier attached.

"Uncle, the book says that it is not difficult for an alien cultivator to become an immortal and live for 100,000 or 100,000 years. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"Can uncle live that long?"

"If you don't die on the road of cultivation, you should be able to live that long..." Ning Fan replied uncertainly.

"It's a pity, Die'er can't live that long. Even if Die'er is a powerful barbarian monk, he can only live for hundreds of years at most. After hundreds of years, when uncle comes back to the wilderness, Die'er will not be seen... Unless Die'er can become like a barbarian ancestor, otherwise..." Zhao Die'er lowered her head.

This is the main reason why she didn't have the courage to confess to Ning Fan... The life span between her and Ning Fan is too different...

"Die'er..." Ning Fan sighed slightly, but didn't know what to say to comfort Zhao Dier.

After the seven generations of barbarian ancestors sacrificed blood to the wild, barbarians have been unable to live forever for some reason.

Even if Ning Fan had given Zhao Dier a lot of pills to take, it could only prolong her life a little bit, but not make her live forever...

"Uncle, don't show this expression. Die'er is not used to it... Being able to meet uncle in her lifetime, Die'er is already content..."

Zhao Dier summoned all her courage, and her pretty face was so red that she could drip blood. He stretched out his hand, trying to hold Ning Fan's hand.

It's a pity that he hasn't touched Ning Fan yet. Her movements were interrupted by an old man's laughter.

"Haha, the little friend has finally returned to Bianliang, but it really makes the old man wait! If after half a year, the little friend still does not come back, the old man will have to go one step ahead with the other daoists to find the opportunity... um ? Xiaoyou really succeeded in crossing! Hey, I haven't seen you in fifty years, and Xiaoyou is actually in the middle of crossing!"

In the night of the Bianhe River. Suddenly, a painting boat came, and there was only an old man on the painting boat, standing on Jiang Xue with his hands behind his back, smiling.

This old man is the God Child who met Ning Fan here fifty years ago!

"Oh? I didn't expect to revisit my hometown and meet my senior again."

Ning Fan rolled up his sleeve robe, and took Zhao Dier to the painting boat of God Son Que.

"Huh? This is..." God Child Que glanced at Zhao Dier, slightly surprised.

"Changing the old acquaintances. After the deceased."

"Hehe, that's how it is... It's still half a year before the chance that the old man said back then came into existence. How about it? Would you like to join the old man to venture into the northern realm and find an opportunity?" He didn't pay too much attention to Zhao Die'er. Although Zhao Die'er was a barbarian monk, he was too weak to attract his attention.

Zhao Dier obediently didn't interrupt, she could see that the goddess Que's cultivation base was extremely terrifying. Is an alien power.

"The chance that the seniors mentioned, is it Chen Shu?" Ning Fan said with a smile.

His voice fell. God Child Que immediately looked shocked and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief.

After a long time. Only then did he show admiration, he laughed and said, "Little friend is really extraordinary, I know that the chance that the old man said is Chenshu! In the four days, there are not many monks who know about Chenshu. I don't know how little friend knows about Chenshu. The history of..."

"Senior, let's talk about how dangerous the trip to the north will be. I don't know how many helpers other than the juniors, the seniors have invited?"

"Oh? The little friend is willing to help the old man go to the north and find the dust tree together?" Godzi Que's eyes lit up.

"Junior wants to listen to senior's answer first, and then respond accordingly."

"Hehe, the little friend is a cautious person... Anyway, in order to win the little friend's cultivation as a helper, the old man will tell the little friend the details of this trip!"

After saying that, God Son Que took out a jade slip and engraved something on it and gave it to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's divine sense swept the jade slip, his complexion changed slightly, after a few dozen breaths, he returned the jade slip to God Son Que and pondered.

In the wild, the demon clan occupied a total of seven savage domains. The dust tree was located in the 'Yellow River Snow Valley' outside the seven domains. It was sealed in a secret place and guarded by a few strong demon clan.

Today, the Wilderness is in chaos, and the powerful monsters have come out of their nests.

If at this time, sneak into the Yellow River Snow Valley and steal the dust trees and dust flowers, the danger is not great.

If Chen Shuchen Hua is obtained, the monks of the first door of heaven and man are expected to open the second door of heaven and man. For Ning Fan, Chen Hua does have a lot of temptation.

The boundary gate passageway that leaves the wild and ancient realm will open every ten years, and there are still two years before the next opening time.

Before leaving the Wilderness, Ning Fan didn't mind taking a trip to the Yellow River Snow Valley and stealing the dust trees and dust flowers...

"In addition to the old man, there are four other Taoist friends on this trip. The lowest level is the peak of the real world. They are all powerful monks in the Northern Heaven Immortal Realm. If there is a team, there will be a total of six people in this trip. How, would you like to join the old man to take one of those dust flowers?" Godzi Que asked expectantly.

Ning Fan's cultivation level is not enough for God Son to pay attention to. But Ning Fan was a cultivator of the unity of heaven and man after all, and he was of other help in picking up the dust flowers.

"Also, the junior is also very interested in the dust flower, so I will follow the senior to take one and take the dust flower, why not! I just don't know how to distribute the dust flower that I got at the end..."

"Haha, of course whoever picked the dust flowers belongs to who! If possible, the old man will help the little friend pick some dust flowers as much as possible. As for the others, the old man may not be able to help."

The sparrow god child smiled extremely unscrupulously. Although they work in a team, if they want dust, they have to rely on their own abilities...

"So..." Ning Fan showed a thoughtful look.

At this moment, in the night of the Bianhe River, four rainbows suddenly appeared, three men and one woman, all human monks.

Among the four cultivators, the woman had the highest cultivation base, and she was a beautiful woman in blue clothes.

The other three, one is a dwarf, with the cultivation base of the early stage of Shekong;

The last man was born with four eyes. Although he was only at the peak of Du Zhen's cultivation, there was an evil aura around him.

These four people flew and landed directly on the painting boat of Que Godzi. It was the other four helpers invited by Que Godzi.

The blue-clothed beautiful woman only glanced at Ning Fan lightly, then looked away arrogantly, obviously not interested in Ning Fan, but raised her eyebrows at Zhao Dier, who was a barbarian monk.

As soon as the big man in the scarf got on the painting boat, he laughed loudly, and there was a strong aura from his body, obviously a body-refining cultivator.

This person only glanced at Ning Fan, his eyes lit up immediately, but he shook his head slightly, as if regretting that Ning Fan was only the first realm of body refinement.

The four-eyed man didn't say a word from beginning to end, like a zombie.

The dwarf man was only as tall as Ning Fan's belt, but his expression was very arrogant.

When Fang Yi got on the boat, the man only glanced at Ning Fan and immediately asked God Son Que,

"Fellow God Child Daoist, is this the help you said? What is the use of a ghostly cultivation base! I don't want to bring a burden to pick dust flowers!" The dwarf man snorted coldly, as if he didn't know The fact that Ning Fan is a cultivator. The harmony between man and nature is of great importance, and God Son Que did not tell outsiders at all.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist Tu is wrong, this fellow Daoist Ning is no longer a ghost, but a mid-transcendence." God Son Que smiled meaningfully.

"Middle stage of Transcendence! This child broke through Transcendence and cultivated to the mid-stage realm. It only took 50 years?!" The dwarf man exclaimed, and the other three also looked at Ning Fan in surprise.

The dwarf man looked at Ning Fan's expression again, and after a bit of exploration, he suddenly grinned, showing his white teeth, and said,

"Little friend also wants to wait with me to get dust flowers?"

"Yes."

"If you want to join the team, you can, as long as you can pass the test of this seat!" The dwarf man swept his gaze towards Ning Fan, as if the elders looked at the younger ones, and said arrogantly.

"What test?" Ning Fan asked blankly.

"Put out all your strength and shoot at this seat. If you can make this seat move half a step above this painting boat, this seat will recognize your strength and allow you to join the team and look for dust flowers together!"

The dwarf man smiled coldly, he didn't believe that Ning Fan had the strength to let him move half a step!

"You, are you sure?" Ning Fan looked at the dwarf man with a blank expression. For no reason, the dwarf man felt a tremor in his heart, and he felt inexplicable.

"Strange! This child is obviously just a junior, why can this old man's heart tremble with just one look..."

Naturally, the dwarf man did not know that Ning Fan was a ruthless man who could even kill him in the mid-air, and that was the reason for his trembling.

"Hehe, this seat is confirmed! Let's make a move. If you can make this seat move half a step, this seat is very kind and allows you to join the team!"

(The second one is even later, and it has been updated for a night. No more updates. Let's wash and sleep) (To be continued)