Grasping Evil

With Ning Fan's cultivation base, if he wants to hold on to a life immortal, the other party will not be able to break free no matter what.

The strange man was immobilized, unable to break free, and immediately roared like a beast, manic and angry.

Ning Fan ignored the strange man's roar, and with a flick of his body, he came to the strange man, stretched out his palm, pressed it on the strange man's heavenly spirit, and tried to spy on the strange man's memory.

However, what he didn't expect was that this strange person's sea of ​​consciousness was actually pitch black, like a sea of ​​ink gathered, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

There was even a drop of ink that was extremely black, and it suddenly flew out from the eccentric Tianling and went straight to Ning Fan Tianling. This mutation appeared too fast, and Ning Fan's reaction speed was a bit unpredictable. Even if it was replaced by an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse to search for the strange person's memory, it would be difficult to avoid the attack of the ink!

At a critical juncture, a golden light shield defended itself outside Ning Fan, blocking the ink, making it impossible to approach.

If one misses a hit, the ink is as wise as it is, and at a speed that cannot be seen clearly, it instantly disappears without a shadow. As for the weird person's body, after the ink left the body, a little bit, like drops of ink in water, gradually faded, and gradually disappeared from the sky and the earth, as if it had never existed...

"That ink, what is it..."

Ning Fan's face was sinking like water, if it wasn't for him wearing the Aegis of Destruction, he would definitely be invaded by the ink, and no one could predict what would happen after that.

The speed of the ink attack is too fast, I am afraid that among the Immortal Emperors, few can make defenses. The speed of the ink escaping is unimaginably fast. With Ning Fan's escaping speed, it is difficult to catch up with that drop of ink...

While he was pondering, in the endless starry sky, there was suddenly a sound of dripping water, which seemed to be very close, but also seemed to be very far away...

Tick, tick, tick...

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. When I listened carefully, the sound of the dripping water was so strange that I could no longer hear it.

Then, in the endless void, another voice sounded, and it seemed that a woman who was very far away and very close was whispering to him.

"Little Butterfly, don't sleep, wake up..."

"Little Butterfly, don't sleep...don't sleep..."

whose voice is it!

so familiar.

Again, so unfamiliar...

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he remembered that he had heard this voice in the Buddhist scriptures pagoda presented by Luan Gu.

On the tenth floor of the Sutra Pagoda, there was a stone gate that only saints could push open. Inside the stone gate, there was a voice. I told Ning Fan,

'I am your key, but you have forgotten me... You don't know your concubine...'

Was it the voice that the woman who claimed to be the key made just now?

Ning Fan's expression became a little dazed. The voice just now, he was very sure, did not come from the Xuanyin Realm...

The voice is the voice of the same person, but as if... it came from another time and space...

Clearly so far away. But it is as close to the ear; it is clearly close at hand, but it is like one awakening and one sleeping. Each other exists in the interlaced time and space, such as day and night, such as participating in business, such as life and death, such as remembering and forgetting, we can never see each other...

"This place is extremely strange. First, there is the world in the painting that is paradoxical to the Four Heavens and Nine Realms, the empty city, but there are traces of people... Then there is the weird person, then the ink, and finally there is the sound of dripping water, and That familiar but unfamiliar female voice..."

Ning Fan was thoughtful, he couldn't understand everything here. There are a lot of things that go against common sense here, but they conform to some kind of weird logic...

Ning Fan is like being in a dream, everything here makes him feel like a dream...

Dream…

Only in dreams can all kinds of unreasonable things appear, and only in dreams can people feel like near and far away...

Ning Fan's eyes flickered, and following this line of thought, he instantly understood a lot of things, and gradually understood the world.

"It turns out that the realm in this painting is actually a dream world. From the moment I stepped into this place, although I woke up, it was like a dream, and everything I saw was the representation of my memory in the dream. But among them, there are also many things beyond my memory, such as the Nine Realms I haven't finished in reality, but I saw the complete Nine Realms here; I have never seen that weird person, but in this painting dream , I saw him... Those are not my memories, nor my dreams alone... It seems that this world can not only integrate into my memory, but also into the memories of others, so as to form a complete dream..."

"I just thought of Dongtian before, and I appeared in Dongtian. If this place is a dream, then there is an explanation..."

"Among mortals, there is a saying called lucid dream. You can stay awake in the dream and freely control the development of things in the dream... My current state seems to be very similar to this lucid dream..."

"If this place is really my dream, then I can achieve all my wishes in the dream. For example, I hope that in this dream, the cultivation of the three bloodlines of gods, demons and demons will all reach the level of robbing blood!"

This thought just came into Ning Fan's heart, and Ning Fan's cultivation changed suddenly.

The blood robbery cultivation base has not changed, but the ancient demon cultivation base has broken through from the eighth nirvana of the demon to the peak of the twelfth nirvana of the demon in an instant, and continues to break through in the next moment, reaching the [return to the ancestors realm]!

Ancient Demon Cultivation Realm, Returning to the First Realm! It is actually comparable to the realm of the first robbery of all ages!

"Is this the power of the ancient demon of the ancestors..."

Feeling the physical body that was countless times stronger, Ning Fan's eyes were slightly shocked.

Of course he knew that this growth in cultivation was false. If he woke up from the dream, all growth would disappear.

For this reason, this place is also a bit incredible. Being able to get a chance to realize the ancient demon cultivation base of returning to the ancestors will definitely be of great benefit to Ning Fan's bottleneck in breaking into the realm of ancient demons in the future!

The cultivation base of ancient gods and ancient demons also skyrocketed, reaching the realm of eternal catastrophe.

Ning Fan could feel the power surging out of his body, but he couldn't understand the specific process of the skyrocketing cultivation.

In reality, his She Kongxin Tribulation did not come, and in the painting dream, he also did not experience the cycle of She Kongxin Tribulation, and he directly possessed the ancient gods and ancient demons who have been robbed for eternity...

"Although this place is a dream, you can arbitrarily imagine your own cultivation, but this fantasy must have its limits... This is the world created by the ancestor of the Jinfu Palace, and it must be limited by its cultivation, and there are limitations..."

Ning Fan tried to improve the cultivation of the four bloodlines, but he could only increase the cultivation of the four bloodlines. They were respectively promoted to the level of the Nine Tribulations Peak Immortal Emperor. If you want to improve again, you can't do it anyway.

"Oh? Ning Xiaoyou has only entered the realm of paintings for a while, and you can see through the essence of dreams in paintings in this realm?"

Outside the painting world, Mu Song and Xiang Mozi felt the changes in the Dao on the giant painting. Although they couldn't see what Ning Fan did, they could make guesses.

If what they expected was good, Ning Fan had already used the characteristics of the dream world to increase his cultivation, so that he could walk in the dream world. Undoubtedly much safer.

"It's really amazing. When the old man entered the picture, it took ten days to see the essence of the painting world. There are also a lot of monks who died in the picture, but they couldn't see it, but this guy only used Such a short time..." Xiang Mozi sighed.

"The cultivation realm that can be imagined in this painting world can only reach the peak of the Nine Tribulations. With such cultivation realm, it is not a big problem for this child to save his life, but I want to bring out what this old man needs from the painting realm. But it's not that simple...if you can't open your eyes..." The Taoist Musong was looking forward to it, but he was worried.

During the four days, there were too few monks who could open their eyes. If you don't open your eyes, you won't be able to see what the Taoist Musong needs...

"The world I see. Can you see..."

…

Ning Fan used the fantasy in his dream to make his cultivation skyrocket. At this moment, his four bloodlines were superimposed. It can almost burst out the combat power of a first-order quasi-saint!

With his current strength, it is no longer simply to defend against Immortal Emperor Eight Tribulations by using the Aegis of Destruction. It is the attack of the second-tier quasi-sage, and Ning Fan has a lot of confidence to take it!

"I hope...with the speed of the ninth passing of golden light!"

Ning Fan stepped into the void, and there were nine light golden ripples that retreated under his feet, and his body burst out, actually chasing away in the direction that the ink had fled before.

He still didn't know what kind of eyes Mu Song needed, but he had a faint hunch that he should be able to find some clues when he caught the drop of ink.

The speed of Jin Guang's ninth passing is too fast. This is a speed that Ning Fan has never experienced before. It seems that he can reach any point in the East from where he is in just one step!

This speed has exceeded Ning Fan's understanding. In reality, he is far from reaching this speed, but here, he has a rare opportunity to experience.

With just one swing, Ning Fan crossed hundreds of millions of stars and stood in front of the ink that was hurriedly fleeing. With just a finger, there was a power of a first-order quasi-sage-level fixed sky, and the ink was directly fixed on the starry sky. middle.

"Yang carp..."

Above the ink, a blunt voice suddenly came out, and then an almost terrifying temperature erupted, burning the sky-setting technique that bound it to nothing.

That is the power of the extreme yang, and that tiny drop of ink has the terrifying yang power that is enough to burn a first-order quasi-sage.

"What a strong Yangli, this is... the source of Yang Dao!"

The rushing heat wave made Ning Fan's expression instantly congeal.

He has already heard from the Taoist Musong what Daoyuan is. He also knew that the Sifang Seal of Two Instruments he had seized was a treasure that contained the power of Yin and Yang.

What Ning Fan didn't know was that the Taoist Musong originally created the two-meter square seal in order to suppress the power of the yin and yang sources of the golden sky and black map. Unfortunately, with Musong's second-order quasi-sage cultivation, plus The power of the Sifang Seal of the Two Instruments, every time you enter the picture, you are still seriously injured, and you can only barely save your life...

In his life, Mu Song entered the painting world of the second picture seven times, and each time, he was severely injured by a certain evil in the picture.

He had 7 chances to bring out the eyes from the painting world, but only 1 time, he successfully brought it out.

Compared with Mu Song, Sen Luo was much luckier. He only entered the second picture once, and successfully brought out an eyeball, making Mu Song owe him a cause and effect.

It is precisely because this picture is extremely dangerous that Mu Song is reluctant to enter the picture in person. He has entered this picture too many times. Once he enters this picture, he will be detected by the evil creature... He can only ask someone to do it for him. , and it must be someone who has never entered the picture...

"I'm still a little worried about Ning Xiaoyou's safety, if those two ominous creatures wake up..." Speaking of the ominous creatures, Xiang Mozi's expression was unexpectedly solemn.

"Don't worry, when ordinary people enter, those two ominous creatures will not wake up. The cost of their awakening is very high. Unless they smell the smell of the quasi-sacred spirit, they will never attack the person who comes... And even if an accident happens, the fierce When the thing wakes up, you and I have already made preparations. We can combine the power of the two to forcibly pull Ning Xiaoyou out of the painting world... If the fierce thing does not wake up, you will face the common Dao carp and take Ning Xiaoyou's cultivation after the skyrocketing. , coupled with the sword skills that are enough to cut off Daoyuan, it is enough to run wild in the painting world!" Daoist Musong said firmly.

The only thing he worried about was that Ning Fan couldn't open his eyes in the end, but he wasn't worried that Ning Fan would be in danger.

The ink seemed to be irritated by Ning Fan's sky-setting technique, and the yang energy around his body became stronger and stronger, and the empty starry sky was actually ignited and burned by the yang energy.

The place where Ning Fan stood. It has become a place where the yang energy gathers, and the empty space is actually melted into a red liquid! If it weren't for his cultivation level soaring at the moment, if he didn't have the shield of God Extinguishing, he would definitely be directly burned to fly ash under this yang energy!

"Yin Yin Feng Frozen Heaven, town!"

Without any hesitation, Ning Fan bent forward a little, and suddenly an extremely fierce treasure light shot out, shaking towards the starry sky.

This seal is exactly the Sifang Seal of Two Instruments taken from the hands of Wu Laoba!

With Ning Fan's cultivation at this moment. Immediately after the first change of this seal was activated, four phoenix chirps that were cold and bone-eroding came out.

The half of the starry sky where Ning Fan was standing suddenly plummeted like the middle of winter, giving birth to endless cold and cold power. Block the yang power that the ink radiates. Half of the starry sky is extremely yang, and half of the starry sky is extremely yin, and the two begin to cancel each other out, making the sun power in the sky continue to weaken. The power has been reduced by more than 50%.

Ning Fan then flipped his hand and raised his hand, calling out the Dao Zhanyi Sword, activating the sword skill of the Dao Zhan Divine Sword. To the front is a split.

Based on his current understanding of the Dao Slashing Divine Sword, without the help of the Sifang Yin of Liangyi, it would be difficult to cut off such a terrifying Yang Power.

Fortunately, his cultivation has skyrocketed, and this sword is quite powerful, and it directly splits the densely intertwined Yang Zhiyuan in front of it!

The power of the source of Yang Dao around him had already been weakened by the Sifang Yin of the Two Instruments. How could he be able to withstand Ning Fan's sword, it collapsed like a mountain, and the half of the sky where the ink was located, fell into a frantic collapse in an instant. among.

"Can't beat..."

The ink seemed to be afraid of Ning Fan, no longer fighting, but in a flash, it disappeared from the collapsed starry sky.

The momentum around him gradually subsided, Ning Fan put away the treasure seal and Dao sword, tried his best to disperse his spiritual sense, and searched for the whereabouts of the ink, but in vain.

The ink, like evaporating in a dream, disappeared...

What's more troublesome is that the sperm around Ning Fan began to change, and it gradually changed back to the scenery of Haining Ning's house.

Standing in the city of Haining's Ning family, Ning Fan's eyes were blank for a moment.

His cultivation has returned to the level where he has just entered the realm of painting.

Part of his memory seems to have been erased, and he doesn't remember having just played against that weird ink...

His memory seemed to return to the moment he had just entered the realm of painting...

"This is... Haining's Ning Family!" Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I clearly stepped into the world in the painting, but why does it appear here... Are the pictures here all hallucinations..."

Ning Fan had a strange feeling. He always felt that he had said the same thing before, that he had seen the same scene somewhere...

Why do you have this weird idea?

Can not remember…

He began to search here, just like when he first entered the realm of painting, and what he saw was naturally an empty city...

Then, he began to explore other lower realms, and then he appeared in Dongtian, and then, he met a strange person, and then he saw the strange ink, and then... heard the sound of dripping water, and the woman who was extremely familiar and unfamiliar. sound.

"Little Butterfly, don't sleep, wake up..."

"Little Butterfly, don't sleep...don't sleep..."

Why, tell me not to sleep again...

Ning Fan's eyes froze for a moment, and then he was at a loss for a moment. There was always a feeling of discomfort in his heart, but he couldn't find the source of the discomfort.

So, for the second time, he discovered the mystery of the dream here, the improved cultivation, the second time he chased the ink, the second time he repelled it...

Then, for the third time, he forgot everything and appeared at Haining Ning's house...

So, again and again...

At this moment, Ning Fan, who is trapped in the realm of the painting, still does not know that there are three thousand layers in the realm of the painting. In the deepest part of the three thousand layers, in the countless voids, there is a giant skeleton. Standing upright, still maintaining the posture of pointing to the sky angrily before death.

Around the giant skeleton, there are two beams of light, on both sides of the beams of light, there are countless chains, each of which is locked with a huge carp like a self-cultivation star, one black and one white, all sleeping with their eyes closed.

Around the two giant carps, there are many white or black ink dots swimming...

"Your Majesty, there is an outside cultivator entering the world..." A white dot suddenly swam to the giant carp and reported.

"Has another outside cultivator come in? What's your cultivation base?" The white giant carp didn't bother to open its eyelids, and looked indifferent, but the black giant carp opened its eyes slightly and asked gloomily.

"If you go back to the king, that cultivator seems to have only cultivated for an eternity..."

"Eternal catastrophe? Yi'er. Most of this person's primordial spirit is tasteless, you should eat it yourself! Don't disturb this king's sleep again!" The black giant carp snorted and closed his eyes impatiently.

Seeing this, Xiaobaidian, who wanted to continue reporting, reluctantly closed his mouth.

It originally wanted to report to the king, but the monks who entered this place this time should not be underestimated, and even the fourth-ranked Dao Li in the Dao Li army defeated...

If it weren't for that cultivator who couldn't get out of the infinite reincarnation of the dream painting world, most of them would have caught up with this carp and killed it...

Well, since the kings are too lazy to pay attention to this repair, they can only deal with this person by their subordinates... (To be continued...)