Grasping Evil

"Good corpse dies, now!"

As soon as the eyeball monster's voice fell, the colossus on the far left continued to have stone chips peeling off, and its appearance was no longer blurred, and gradually became clearer.

If the wonderful words are here, it will definitely be shocked again, because the appearance of this colossal statue is actually the same as the appearance of the Beitian Ancestral Emperor in the top-secret dossier of the Four Seas Sect!

It was a statue of a middle-aged man with a black moon totem on the right side of the man's face, which was the emblem of the mourning family. There are countless puppet threads wrapped around his hands, his eyes are compassionate, and there is an inseparable sadness in that compassion. That sadness was extremely contagious and quickly spread throughout the valley.

Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, which brought back the saddest memory in his heart.

He thought of his mother, her pale face, who sacrificed all her demon blood and turned it into a stone statue, just to save the child's life.

He remembered his father, under the calculations of Immortal Emperor Palm Yun, he roared in sadness and despair, losing the memory of his love little by little.

He remembered the old devil,

That year, in the city of Qimei, the old demon was abolished by the unworthy emperor Tu Nie himself. For the first time, the old demon showed an old and sad expression, like a twilight old man...

Ning Fan was suddenly startled, and before he knew it, he had already shed tears.

He was assimilated by the grief of the ancient statue, and this grief has a magical power that makes people feel the same way!

"Who is this statue, who has such a powerful sadness that I sink into it, unable to extricate myself!"

Ning Fan's spiritual sense rushed out of the lake and saw the mourning image that was constantly exuding sadness, his eyes moved.

"Hey, this is the statue of the Great Emperor Mourning the Lost Emperor, boy, let's look at the demeanor of the Northern Heavenly Ancestor Emperor. To break the technique of blessing, his strength is indispensable."

The eyeball monster smiled. replied. He was muttering in his heart.

"Mourning for death, mourning for death, I used to have a good relationship, and today I will borrow your power. You shouldn't mind. Hey, you are dead. How could you mind, even your daughter is dead, now Heaven and earth, there are few old acquaintances, it is really lonely..."

He continued to mobilize his magical powers, chanting words in his mouth. The coercion of the ancient statues of mourning became heavier and heavier, causing the entire valley. All shrouded in his coercion.

That coercion, like an invisible hand, suddenly shot, and smashed it in the direction of the lake. Ning Fan, who was at the bottom of the lake, immediately felt a sharp pain like tearing all over his body. It seems that at this moment, his Tao was torn apart by that invisible hand!

On the right half of the body, blood immediately seeped out of the skin, dyed the white clothes on the body red, and dissolved in the lake water.

Immediately after. Even the flesh and blood were dissolved in the lake water little by little, leaving only the white bones under the flesh.

Losing flesh and blood, the right half of Ning Fan's body suddenly looked shriveled. Clothes stick to the bones and feel empty.

And with the dissolution of half of the body, the blessing power that imprisoned Ning Fan Yuanshen was weakened by one thousandth.

At this moment, an extremely huge undead energy in the lake water flowed wildly towards the right half of Ning Fan's body.

The power of immortality seems to be incompatible with the power of his yin and yang demon veins, as if they were born with two hostile forces, unable to coexist.

Even so, the power of immortality still nourishes Ning Fan's severely damaged body. then. A strange scene appeared at the bottom of the lake.

The right half of Ning Fan's body was left with only bones, no flesh and blood. The left half of the body is still nourished by the energy of immortality, intact as before.

gradually. The power of immortality wrapped around Ning Fan's skeleton, causing a scene of reorganization of flesh and blood on the empty bones.

In just a few breaths, the right half of Ning Fan's body was reshaped at the bottom of the lake, and it was no different from the previous body!

"It's not enough! Evil Corpse Yin Mo, now!"

The eyeball fell on the second giant statue, and snorted angrily, "Yinmo, Yinmo, you are my body, I am your eyes, you and I are one, I will use your power, Isn't it too much?"

The eyeball monster said something, and the second colossus gradually became clear.

It was an image of an old man with his upper body on, his lower body wrapped in an animal skin skirt, and his hair tied into countless braids.

Its appearance is clearly the same as the old man on the ninth floor of Tianque!

This is the statue of Yin Mo Patriarch! Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly. First, the image of mourning death, and then the image of Yin Mo. Is there any connection between the two...

On the ancient statues mourning the death, there is an inescapable sadness.

On the ancient statue of Yin Mo, there is an almost crazy killing intent.

A violent killing intent like a storm suddenly vented out from the Yin Mo statue, pressing down heavily towards the entire valley.

This killing intent was not much weaker than the grief of the Great Emperor, and it also enveloped Ning Fan in it.

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the tyrannical killing intent began to breed.

That is a kind of killing intent that is almost denied by the six relatives. Any creature that appears in front of you must kill, kill, kill!

"This killing intent is very similar to the erosion of the power of Jie Nian. Now that I have robbed blood, this killing intent can't mess up my sanity!"

Ning Fan's whole body flashed with red light, and he dispelled the killing intent.

He can allow himself to be moved by grief, but he cannot allow himself to be eroded by killing intent.

As the killing intent of the second ancient statue descended, the tearing power that blessed Ning Fan immediately doubled!

This time, even the left half of Ning Fan's body began to dissolve. With the blessing of immortality, the dissolved part was quickly reorganized.

"It's still not enough. Do you want to use the power of my corpse... Hey, use it, undead big brother, little brother borrow your power, don't blame it for the offense..." Eyeballs looked strangely He glanced at the third colossus with a cautious expression, as if he was afraid of the third colossus.

"I am immortal, now!"

Boom!

The voice of the eyeball monster just fell, and countless black robbery clouds immediately appeared above the valley. Those robbery clouds are all transformed by the energy of immortality!

A chain of black thunders fell from the sky, and amid the roar of thousands of thunders, the appearance of the third colossus became clearer.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a black Taoist robe, with long hair and an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were so bright that people didn't dare to look at him.

Indescribable dazzling eyes, as if there were a whole starry sky in his eyes.

in that gaze. There is also an unforgettable yearning, which is the yearning of the homeland starry sky...

This thought is silent. But in an instant, Ning Fan was enveloped in it. It evoked Ning Fan's homesickness.

Ning Fan seemed to resonate with the third ancient statue, as if he could feel the emotions of the people who lived in the ancient statue countless years ago.

I miss home... I miss it so much... But home is no longer there... That's the emotion of the people of the ancient statue, not the emotion of Ning Fan.

In the eye sockets of the third ancient statue, two lines of blood and tears suddenly shed. His home is long gone, long gone... gone...

"This is the statue of the undead emperor... stinky boy. Take a good look at this person, this person is the first emperor under the throne of Zidouxian! Even if the desolate saint sees him, he must be polite!" His expression was full of awe.

In the next instant, a terrifying aura that Ning Fan had only seen in his life suddenly suppressed it from above the ancient statue of immortality!

That momentum is several times stronger than that of the Great Emperor Chaos!

That is the imposing manner of the first Immortal Emperor under the Immortal Zidou!

At this moment, an ancient voice sounded between heaven and earth. That is the echo buried in the reincarnation of heaven!

That was the unwilling roar of the Undead Emperor many years ago!

"My Zidou Immortal is a cultivator, born against the calamity. Buried with no regrets, life and death are all for Zidouxian!"

"The world is in the world, and the world is dead! This seat swears here, in this life and this world, I vow to kill all the enemies and cultivators outside the territory and return to my homeland!"

"...I cut out the evil corpse, but the evil corpse betrayed the Zidou Immortal Territory, turned to the robber, and became the ninth generation of barbarian gods. This is the hatred of my life..."

"Good corpse... Carrying the sorrow of my life, just stay in the fantasy world... Here. It is the last home of Zi Dou Xianxiu... Immortal Void, I leave it to you to protect yourself..."

"Good corpse... wait for me to kill all the monks outside the territory. I will come here and take you home..."

A sound resounded in the sky above the valley. It was the echo of the Undying Emperor left in the reincarnation of the heavens. It lasted for eternity and has been passed down to this day.

Hearing this voice again, the eyes of the eyeball monster suddenly became a little wet, and tears were shed unexpectedly.

But he quickly stopped the tears and concentrated on controlling the formation.

He must help Ning Fan break the blessing technique! Then, kill Yin Mo!

Because... this is the lifelong hatred of the Undying Emperor, and he wants to help Undying Xuehen!

"The art of immortality, the way of life... All the fates of the heavens, obey my orders! Immortal Star, now!"

The eyeball monster suddenly activated magical powers, and in the lake water, a little blood mist flew towards the sky.

The sky above the valley turned into darkness in an instant. In that endless dark night, there was another star, which was extremely dazzling, slowly descending, and it was melted by blood mist.

It was a purple star with a terrifying aura of immortality!

Its name is the Undead Star! In the right eye of the undead emperor, Zeng Xiu had nine star points, and this undead star was one of the nine star points.

It's just that above this purple star, for some reason, there are many cracks...

"The Undying Emperor once fought with monks from outside the realm, and was besieged by twelve saints. The fourth magic star in his right eye was smashed. The broken star turned into a drop of black blood and flowed out... That drop of black blood contains After half a lifetime of memories and thoughts of the undead emperor, there is a trace of inheritance left in it... This inheritance can only be obtained by monks with undead physique. Others can't get it..."

"It's a pity that since ancient times, apart from the undead emperor, there has never been a second monk with undead physique. This inheritance in blood, I'm afraid no one can get it..." The eyeball monster didn't know that there was already a second monk in the world. An undead cultivator was born, named Si Ming, before he grew up, he was hacked to death by Ning Fan's sword.

"In order to help this kid break the technique of blessing, the old man has even used up the blood of inheritance. This time, the old man has made a lot of money. I hope this kid will not disappoint the old man... Be sure to kill Yin Mo!"

The eyeball monster suddenly drank, and the purple stars above the valley immediately turned into a purple light and shot down towards the lake.

At the bottom of the lake, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed, and he watched as a purple glow shot towards his body.

He wanted to avoid it, but the voice of the eyeball monster came out at this moment, which made him dispel the idea of ​​avoidance.

"This is the undead star, the fourth of the nine supernatural power star points in the undead emperor's right eye, and the key to breaking the blessing technique. Accept it!

Next, your physical body will collapse and reorganize a thousand times. Without its power, you will surely fall into a thousand collapses! "The eyeball monster suddenly reminded.

At the moment when the reminder sounded. Ning Fan's body began to collapse for the first time, a crazy collapse!

This time. Not only flesh and blood, but bones began to crumble. Start with the right hand, then the entire right half, then the whole body.

In an instant, Ning Fan's robe shattered, and his entire body collapsed into a blood mist, leaving only the primordial spirit left alone at the bottom of the lake.

Even if the physical body collapses, there is still an extremely powerful blessing power above the primordial spirit. It made Ning Fan's primordial spirit unable to fly ten meters away from the place where his body collapsed!

At this moment, the purple starlight flew into Ning Fan's Primordial Spirit, and Ning Fan's Primordial Spirit hesitated for a while, but after all, he did not resist this power.

He chose to believe in the eyeball monster once, after all, not believing in the eyeball monster was a dead end, and he had no choice.

As soon as the purple starlight entered, Ning Fan's primordial spirit was immediately enveloped in a lavender light.

The fleshy body that originally collapsed into a blood mist, only for a moment. It was reorganized, but immediately, the fleshly body collapsed again.

reorganization. Collapse, reorganization, collapse... The alternation of collapse and reorganization is a torment at the level of will.

It seems that there is a small blade, cutting your flesh and blood inch by inch.

It's like there's an iron chisel cutting through your bones little by little.

It's as if there were iron pliers, pulling out your fingernails piece by piece, crushing your phalanges one by one.

Then, there is the itchy new student. Then came the next round of severe pain.

Under the blessing of the power of the formation. The excruciating pain was magnified countless times. Ning Fan always looked at him coldly.

His will has experienced too much tempering, such pain. He had tasted too much and was already numb.

It's just that the physical body collapsed again and again, and after all, it brought serious injuries to Ning Fan's primordial spirit. He couldn't ignore this injury.

After ten collapses, Ning Fan's primordial spirit's face was as pale as paper.

After 20 collapses, Ning Fan's Primordial Spirit has become somewhat illusory.

Thirty times, forty times... Ning Fan's primordial spirit was finally on the verge of disintegration, and his consciousness gradually became lost. As soon as the primordial spirit dissipates, he will die, just like many people who died on the road of cultivation, dying silently.

Are you willing?

Are you willing to die like this without a name?

Are you willing to die by being calculated by the Yin Mo ancestors like this!

No, not reconciled!

"Can't be scattered!" Ning Fan's Primordial Spirit suddenly became paranoid like a demon. He doesn't want to dissipate, so even on this day, he can't be dissipated!

The lost consciousness was forcibly recalled by him!

The Primordial Spirit, who was on the verge of disintegration, was forcibly stabilized by him with the power of Dao!

His paranoia seemed to be related to the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to emit a sense of warmth, which made his Primordial Spirit more and more solid, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

His spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, as if there was a voice that suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind, coming from nowhere, and it was elusive and hard to find.

"Homesick...wants...wants..."

"...This drop of blood has half my life's memories and my longing for my hometown..."

Who is it, who is speaking?

A strong force came, and Ning Fan only felt a pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and his consciousness suddenly fell into many hallucinations.

No, it wasn't a hallucination, it was a fragment of broken and messy memories.

In that memory, there was a barbarian boy wrapped in animal skins, madly fleeing for his life on the grassland.

He was just an ordinary barbarian with no cultivation. Behind him, a few cultivators were driving flying swords, chasing him all the way, and playing tricks on him.

Escape, must escape!

The tribes in the distance have long been blood-brightened. Dad died, Mom died, and his homeland was invaded by Ziwei Xianyu. His relatives were killed by those aloof cultivators Ziwei...

home, gone...

"Enough of playing, stop chasing, kill this kid, you can go back to meet with each other." A pulse-defying teenager got tired of playing, raised the flying sword in his hand, and shot and killed the barbarian teenager in front of him who was desperately running.

The barbarian boy only felt a pain, his eyes became darker and darker, and he fell to the ground.

Is he dead... this is death...

If I die, will I be able to see my father and mother? If I die... can I go home...

On the verge of death, the barbarian youth showed a warm smile. It may be better to die than to live.

The corpse of the barbarian boy fell to the ground, and the few cultivators of the pulse repair landed on the ground. Ready to cut off the head of the barbarian boy, go back and ask for merit.

At this moment, the sky of the whole grassland. Suddenly it turned into a large swath of purple.

There was also a man surrounded by purple light, his eyes narrowed slightly. He walked towards the corpse of the barbarian boy.

The man was dressed in purple, and his style was unparalleled. There was no trace of cultivation aura flowing from his body, but he gave him a feeling of invincibility.

Several pulse-breaking cultivators were suddenly stunned, how could they not recognize the man in front of them, this is an old monster named Ziwei and Big Dipper!

"Yes... it's him! That arrogant cultivator who calls himself Zidou!"

"This number of people killed the three thousand dead men of Immortal Emperor Ziwei by himself. In that battle, a total of 16 saints died in his hands! The entire Ziwei Immortal Region is now looking for this person!"

"It is rumored that after this person left, he even met the Immortal Emperor Beidou. After the battle, he retreated. This person has the power to fight against the monks in the fourth step before entering the fourth step. Among the emperors, who can compete with him!"

"Will...will he die? It is rumored that this person is murderous and vicious. How can we live when we meet this person..."

The few pulse-breaking juniors were shaking non-stop, their faces pale with fear.

The youth in purple did not even look at a few juniors. Just a few fingers, these juniors immediately exploded into a blood mist, screaming and dying.

What about bullying the small? Each of these pulse-breaking cultivators killed a lot of barbarians, and they had a lot of karma in their hands.

If you dare to kill, you must have the consciousness of being killed.

"Ziwei and Beidou, the two immortal realms, have completely surrendered to the Taicangchen realm. The dignified immortal emperor actually obeyed the orders of the dusty realm and besieged the ancient barbarian realm... Ziwei and Beidou have fallen to such a level..."

"Desolate Ancient, Ziwei, Beidou... The three realms join forces. With the powerhouses in the dust realm, the ancient barbarian realm will probably be breached soon... The slave realm of Taicang robbing spirits. There will be one more... "

The youth in purple closed his eyes slightly, under the great era. It is difficult for him to protect himself, and he is powerless to change the status quo.

Before entering the fourth step, it was finally an ant. He was only one line away from the fourth step, but he was still far away...

He hasn't seen his way yet.

"My way, what is it..."

The youth in purple looked at the ancient barbarian world where the flames were blazing into the sky, and suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.

He hates this kind of war-torn world of self-cultivation. Every day, countless mortals and weak people die in the turmoil.

It's as if the barbarian youth in front of him was used by the monks as a tool for teasing, and after teasing, he was brutally murdered...

"Huh? Not dead?" The young man in purple snorted suddenly.

But it was the barbarian boy who fell in a pool of blood, groaning in pain, and got up from the ground.

This young man is indeed a mortal with no cultivation.

This young man, whose heart was smashed by the flying sword, is still alive...

Could it be that this young man has some kind of special constitution... It seems that the world of self-cultivation has never had this kind of constitution.

"How could this be... how am I not dead!"

The barbarian boy suddenly burst into tears.

Mom and Dad are dead, only he is alive...

what is this!

"Why should the weak be bullied and killed by the strong, why, who set this rule!"

The barbarian boy didn't notice, there was a purple-clothed youth standing beside him, and he was just crying for himself.

The young man in purple clothes was enlightened by the words of the barbarian youth. He had been puzzled by the problem for many years, and had a clear understanding.

"The rules... yes, the road to step four, that's what's missing. I haven't made my own rules yet!"

The youth in purple gave the barbarian youth a deep look and asked, "What's your name?"

The barbarian boy was startled, and found that there were other people beside him. At first glance, he was so frightened that he forgot to cry.

The wanted order of the youth in purple has already been sent to the various immortal realms. Even mortals, there are many people who recognize him and regard him as a murderous demon without blinking an eye.

"I... my name is Yin Mo..." the barbarian youth replied weakly.

...

Ning Fan was slightly startled, and temporarily woke up from his memory.

He actually saw the memories of the Undying Emperor!

It's just that in the memory of the undead emperor, why is there an ancestor of Yin Mo, and why is there an Immortal Emperor Zidou!

Immortality, Yin Mo, mourning for death, these three people seem to have some kind of inexplicable connection...

What surprised Ning Fan in particular was that he actually saw the scene in which Immortal King Zidou asked the fourth step in this memory!

The Zi Dou in the memory obviously has not yet stepped into the fourth step to become a generation of Immortal Sovereign.

But he was very close to the fourth step, and sent out a sentence after sentence.

'My way, what is it...'

'The rules... yes, the road to the fourth step, that's what's bad. I haven't made my own rules yet! ’

Ning Fan, the little real immortal of the second step, actually heard Immortal Emperor Zidou's understanding of the fourth step. Although there were only two simple sentences, it was enough to shock him.

Does he count as one step ahead, seeing the way of the fourth step?

How many saints have spent their whole lives, and can't find how to break through the fourth step. He just saw it so simply, from the memory of the undead emperor... (To be continued)