Grasping Evil

The monks from all directions left after leaving their respective gift lists.

More than a dozen sects, a dozen Huaying Pills, the weakest family, 'Ning Heimo' promised to deliver the pills within ten years. In order to get the medicine pill first, those powerful sects really fought a lot, but all of this has nothing to do with Ning Fan.

In Yue Kingdom, within three days, 'Ning Heimo' became famous, and almost no one knew that that person was Ning Fan.

The moonlight was leisurely, Ning Fan sat quietly on the bluestone of the maple forest outside the city, and his figure was a little desolate. Sorrow, a hundred years of Nirvana... It's really hard.

Ten years of golden pills, is it possible? Some people have not been able to achieve a golden elixir for hundreds of years. It is said that forming a golden elixir, with one heart and one mind, is dangerous and time-consuming.

Twenty years of Nascent Soul, is it possible? Those forgotten old monsters in Yue Kingdom have been practicing for thousands of years, but they have not yet been born. Having a baby is even harder.

Transforming spirits, refining emptiness, shattering emptiness... The old monsters in the rain world who have not cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

"Time, I need time..."

Ning Fan clenched his fists tightly, and his fetters became more and more. In a hundred years, Emperor Nirvana would come and destroy all fetters. Emperor Nai was one of the top ten masters in the Nine Realms. Even the God of Rain did not dare to confront him head-on.

The storage bag at the waist is full of various elixir, which are gifts from major sects. The left wrist is wearing a dark bracelet, which is unremarkable. It is a cauldron ring, which contains an ancient coffin and a female corpse.

The Ding Furnace Ring is really mysterious. It has its own space, but it is formed by thousands of spaces that do not border each other. Every space is as huge as Sifan Palace. The space here is filled with red mist, which is specially designed for women who are in full bloom.

Placed in the red fog space, the woman will be hypnotized by the red fog and fall asleep, and the red fog seems to gradually improve the cultivation of the cauldron woman, although the speed is extremely slow...

This cauldron ring does not look amazing, but in terms of mystery, there are not many that can be compared with the Immortal Realm of Rain.

"A hundred years, no matter what, I want to shatter the void!"

While Ning Fan was talking to himself, in the dantian, in the yin and yang lock, a long-lost female voice came out.

"Giggle, Langjun needs a hundred years to break through the void. This time is not enough. Hey, my sister just slept for a while, and Langjun seems to be in big trouble again?"

Undoubtedly, it was the mysterious woman trapped in the yin-yang lock who spoke.

"Are you awake?" Ning Fan's tone was slightly softer. This woman has helped herself several times, but she is not hostile to him.

"Well. It takes at least 10,000 years to break through the broken void. Even in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, this cannot be changed. However, in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, through a method, time can pass and become slower..."

"Oh? There is also such a method, the memory of the ancients, but I didn't mention it." Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, if he could make the passage of time slow, could he turn a hundred years into ten thousand years. Such a heaven-defying supernatural power has not been mentioned in the memory of the ancient times.

In the memory of the ancient times, only one sentence is related to time.

"Time is meaningless to true immortals..."

This sentence turned out to be bullshit. Ning Fan doesn't know whether time is meaningful to a true immortal, but it is very meaningful to himself. I lack time.

"The identity of my sister has some grievances with an ancient power. That power is called 'The Palace of the World', which is also an ancient inheritance above the four heavens. Its power, like the Shenxu Pavilion, spreads across the nine immortal worlds. The Immortal Realm of Rain , There are also many branch halls of the Palace of the Leftovers.

Every branch hall has a 'Legacy Tower'. In the rain world, it should be the 'Silver Pagoda', with only seven floors. In the first layer, the passage of time is one-half of the outside world, the second layer, one-quarter, the third layer, one-eighth, the fourth layer, one-sixteenth... the seventh layer, One hundred and twenty-eighth..."

When the mysterious woman said this, her voice stopped abruptly, and Ning Fan's expression was astonished. He never imagined that there is such a mysterious inheritance in the world that can reverse the time.

If he can enter the 'Lost World Pagoda' to cultivate, enter the seventh floor, and cultivate for one year, he will offset one hundred and twenty-eight years of hard work. One hundred years is equivalent to ten thousand years!

"How can I enter that Relics Tower? This tower is so wonderful. If you want to enter the cultivation, you will have to pay a very expensive price." Ning Fan held his chin and pondered slightly.

"Giggle, Langjun is really smart. The legacy of the Shishi Palace has the ancient way of 'world' and is good at changing the time. They opened the Shishi Tower, of course, for the purpose of making money. The expensive price is not a master below Nascent Soul at all. It's affordable. However, the Palace of the Leftovers seems to favor alchemists very much. With Lang Jun's four-turn alchemy technique, if you pass the alchemy review of the Palace of the Lost World, and you want to come to the tower to practice, you can get a big discount."

After the mysterious woman finished speaking, she yawned lazily, as if she was sleepy again.

"Sister helped you again, you have to remember your sister's kindness. In the future, I will rescue my sister. My sister will go to sleep for a while..."

"You're sleeping again!" Ning Fan shook his head helplessly.

"There's no way. The Xuanyin Realm is deserted. If my sister doesn't sleep, she will be very lonely. Being trapped here for tens of thousands of years? Hundreds of thousands of years? Can't remember... It's been too long... .Sister is sleeping..."

After a while, there was the sound of the mysterious woman's sweet dreams.

Ning Fan exhaled a turbid breath, and the moonlight above his head was already a little pale.

He got up, his feet turned into ice rainbows, and he escaped like a meteor that pierced through the night, entered Ningcheng, and returned to Zhihe House.

In the room, Zhihe and Si Wuxie were barefoot, each hugged a pillow and fell asleep on the couch, forgetting to cover even the thin quilt.

It seems that we were talking about something before, and we had a good time chatting.

Ning Fan sighed slightly. Tomorrow, he will go to the Ghost Sparrow Sect, but he is not going to bring Zhihe or Si Wuxie.

Ning Cheng looks beautiful now, but in fact it is still dangerous. He is stared at by countless old monsters. Without Si Wuxie in charge, Ning Fan is not at ease. As for Zhihe, Ning Fan was not going to take it to the Ghost Sparrow Sect... The Ghost Sparrow Sect was, after all, a demon sect, and it was a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and there were definitely a lot of evildoers. Ning Fan was too busy cultivating, so he might not care about Zhihe. If Zhihe was targeted, it would be the regret of Ning Fan's life.

Zhihe must be very lonely, now Si Wuxie has erased his memory, and he is as innocent as Zhihe, thinking that Zhihe has the first friend in his life.

Zhihe, although she is naturally charming, her heart is not suitable for cultivating demons, and it is not suitable for being tainted by the blood on the road of self-cultivation.

"I wish you, forever and ever, peace and joy, and innocence."

Ning Fan smiled and covered Zhihe with a thin quilt. After a slight hesitation, he also covered Si Wuxie with a quilt. He glanced at Zhihe with nostalgia, turned to push the door, and left in the dark.

The moment he left, Zhi He and Si Wuxie opened their eyes at the same time.

Zhi He's eyes were full of shyness, and her face was blushing. She naturally heard Ning Fan's inadvertent confession. Si Wuxie was also pretending to be asleep. Hearing Ning Fan's words, his pure eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and his cheeks were puffed up.

"Sister Zhihe, why is the master so kind to you and so cold to me, it's not fair!"

"I don't know... Is it because you didn't have the same room with brother Fan?" Zhi He Su was equally puzzled, holding her cheeks in her hands.

"Same room... What is the same room?" Si Wuxie was puzzled.

"That's... ah, I can't say it!"

"Stingy, Sisi also wants to share the room with the master, but only the same room, what is it... It seems that there is some rejection..."

...

Leaving Ning Cheng, Ning Fan turned into an ice rainbow and flew away in the night, his figure was a little lonely.

In the vast moonlight, the cold young man, no one knows, this young man is the 'Ning Hei Mo' who stomped his feet and shook three times. No one knew that this young man was the culprit who single-handedly destroyed the first demon sect of the Yue Kingdom. No one knew that it was this young man who slapped Emperor Nie and forced him to be seriously injured.

No one knows, better. The devil is to deceive.

The night was escaping, and I did not know how to fly for hundreds of miles, but Ning Fan's eyes were silent and cold. He felt a faint unease.

While flying away and pinching his fingers, the operation is the 'divination technique'. The Great Emperor of Chaos, who has dabbled extensively in his life, is also quite proficient in the way of divination. And this divination technique can vaguely calculate some future events. Of course, this technique can only be performed by fusion of spirits, and Ning Fan already has the qualifications to perform it.

Ning Fan made a divination and immediately understood why there was a trace of unease in his heart.

Performing the divination technique, a picture appeared in front of his eyes. In the picture, he is standing on the sky, and more than a dozen Jindan and Rongling masters block him, take him by surprise, and arrest him!

"Extreme Yinmen, want to catch me! So that's it, that 'Purple Yin Demon Boy' hasn't calmed down yet."

Ning Fan's spiritual sense was released gently, and he faintly sensed that there were more than a dozen extremely hidden cracking sounds behind him, and someone was really following him.

Sure enough, the extremely yinmen wanted to sneak attack on himself.

Ning Fan's thoughts turned around, and he understood the motives of the extremely yin sect in an instant. The strength shown by ‘Ning Heimo’ made the Extreme Yin Sect terrified, so the Extreme Yin Sect hit him with a bad idea.

Do you want to threaten 'Ning Heimo' by catching yourself? Hmph, Ziyin Demon Boy, such a poisonous scheme.

Ziyin himself didn't seem to come. He probably felt that it would be too much trouble for him, a master at the peak of Jindan, to come and catch a Rongling junior.

Ning Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, as long as Ziyin himself didn't come, he really wasn't necessarily afraid of the extremely yin people. The aura behind it, two strong, fifteen weak, I think it is two masters of Jindan early stage, and fifteen masters of fusion spirit.

It's a shame to send so many masters from the Extreme Yin Sect to capture him, but unfortunately, all these masters will be ruined in Ning Fan's hands today!

Ten miles ahead, there is a barren mountain and ridge, a perfect place to catch people. People who want to come to the extreme yin gate will do it there. Maybe even, there are people from the extremely yin gate ahead, who will be ambushed.

Ning Fan's eyes showed a cold light, and if that's the case, let's kill Ji Yin Sect by surprise.

Above the night sky, Ning Fan suddenly stopped in his footsteps. This behavior made the masters of the extremely yin sect who were stealth track all look puzzled.

"Sister, why didn't he leave? In another ten miles, it's where Senior Brother Jimo is in ambush, did he find us..." A female cultivator in the early stage of Jindan said to another through voice transmission, her voice demonic. Charm.

"No, a mere merging spirit, how can you find me waiting for the invisibility..." Another female cultivator of Jindan, her voice was slightly cold.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Ning Fan, who was in front of her, suddenly turned around and sneered at the people in the extreme yin sect.

His sharp eyes, under the moonlight, with the immortal emperor's life-long murderous intent, roared out, and directly shook the seventeen masters of the extreme yin sect out of their bodies, and their expressions changed greatly.

Seventeen people, all of them are female cultivators!

"Extremely Yin Sect, I really gave Ning Fan a big gift, the Ding Furnace Ring, I have something packed."

Ning Fan stepped on the ice rainbow and displayed a dazzling light comparable to that of a Jindan cultivator. At the same time, his hairband flashed with blue light, and his whole body was hidden. At the same time, the two Jindan female cultivators changed their pretty faces.

"Jinxuan-level stealth spiritual equipment, impossible, how can there be such a treasure in such a mere merging spirit!"