Grasping Evil

(The third update of the addition is expected to be released at 11:00. ps: The meaning of false gods is equal to artistic conception. The cultivation system of this book is not the flow of mortals, but the countercurrent of immortals. After all, there are too many mortals, and countercurrents of immortals... carry forward Bar!)

In the outer hall of the Pill Hall, Nan Wei has been waiting for a long time.

In fact, after taking the Profound Spirit Pill, he broke through the spirit fusion period in just nine days. This matter is also a big shock in the Ghost Sparrow Sect.

At this moment, Nanwei is still wearing a green shirt and sitting on a rattan chair, but his bearing is calm, far better than before, and he has a father-like style.

Breaking through Rongling, a young man's arrogance also rose in his heart. Now that he Nanwei is in the Ghost Sparrow Sect, he is considered one of the top masters among the young men. He really wants to know how far he is from the young master of the 'first person under the golden core'!

While waiting, Ning Fan finally walked out of the inner hall with Xue Qing.

The moment Ning Fan appeared, Nan Wei's eyes gleamed and he let out a slight aura, trying to compete with Ning Fan, but immediately, his aura disintegrated in Ning Fan's invisible aura.

With just one face-to-face, all his confidence turned into a wry smile.

"I'm not as good as the young master... Almost, too far!"

Putting away all his thoughts, Nan Wei stood up to greet him, and said loudly to Ning Fan, "Nan Wei has seen the young master, thank you for your gift of medicine!"

Ning Fan naturally felt Nan Wei's temptation, but he didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, he was extremely satisfied with Nanwei's calm and calm aura.

"Oh? Breaking through the spirit of fusion? Yes, the momentum is very calm, and there is no vainness of taking medicine pills. It seems that you are always diligent in cultivation. Very good, so I can rest assured to give you one thing. Bring this batch of medicinal pills and magic weapons back to Ningcheng and hand them over to your father."

Ning Fan waved his palm after saying this, took out a snow-white storage bag, and threw it into Nanwei's hands.

In the storage bag, there are countless pill bottles, full of various pills and magic weapons, and outside the storage bag, there are several spiritual powers deposited.

The only thing that makes Nanwei strange is that there is sword intent in the power of divine sense, which seems to be the only thing he has ever seen in his life.

In addition, there is a letter in the storage bag. In the letter, it explains how Nangong distributes the medicinal pills and trains the Three Gods Army. And there is a systematic plan for the cultivation of the three commanders.

If it wasn't for the Bone Emperor's sneak attack, Ning Fan would have planned to return to Ningcheng in person.

But now that the Bone Emperor is watching, if he leaves the Ghost Sparrow Sect, once it affects Ning Cheng, the gain will outweigh the loss. Therefore, Nanwei was ordered to run around to deliver medicine.

Nan Wei did not dare to refuse the Young Master's order, so he retire almost immediately, went to the sect to apply for the order from the sect, and hurried back to Ningcheng.

And after Nan Wei left, in the Pill Hall, Xue Qing had an unfinished expression, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

With his sense of smell, he could smell that there were a terrifying number of medicinal pills in the storage bag that Nan Wei took away.

Ning Fan was willing to give his subordinates so many medicinal herbs, so that Xue Qing could once again see the magnificence of his actions. There was only one thing that Xue Qing didn't understand.

Ning Fan was prudent by nature, why did Nanwei, a master at the early stage of fusion spirit, transport so many medicinal pills back to Ningcheng.

You must know that the distance between the Ghost Sparrow Sect and Ning Cheng actually had to pass through several boundaries that were haunted by bandits. Every bandit cultivator is an outlaw who doesn't know whether to live or die. Once he learns that Nanwei is carrying a large amount of medicinal pills, he is bound to take action, killing people and stealing treasures...

The Ghost Sparrow Sect was less than a thousand miles away from Ningcheng, so why didn't Ning Fan make a trip in person?

It won't take days...

"Master, isn't it too rash to let Nanwei go to Ningcheng to deliver medicine. This way, we have to pass through several areas where 'cultivators' are haunted, but it's not very peaceful... Even, there is an old monster of Jindan, and it's easy to change its name. surname, doing the act of cultivating bandits..."

The cultivators Xue Qing mentioned were among the cultivators, some of the loose cultivators who specialized in killing people and seizing treasures.

Facing the elusive cultivators, the mere Nanwei is probably not enough to watch...

Regarding Xue Qing's concerns, Ning Fan did not explain too much, only a light sentence.

"Those cultivators, if they hit me with the idea of ​​medicinal pills, they will die..."

Ning Fan said this with a smile, but Xue Qing felt a murderous aura that was as sharp as a sword.

After all, Ning Fan planted several sword thoughts on the storage bag!

...

After leaving the Pill Palace, Ning Fan returned to the Shuangxiu Palace and began to adjust his breath to recover the mana and physical strength that he had consumed in half a month of alchemy.

Taking pills will cause the mana to be vain. But a lot of alchemy can condense the mana. Alchemy takes pills, which has the truth of mutual growth...

The mystery of Dan Dao is infinite, profound and boundless. If you want to break through alchemy, it is difficult...

Ning Fan borrowed the memories of the ancient times to achieve the fourth-turn alchemy technique in one fell swoop, but the fifth-turn alchemy technique could not touch the threshold. It seemed that something was missing, and there was an extra barrier...

On the bed, Ning Fan slapped the storage bag, took out the ancient pill scroll given by Xue Qing, and read the experience of the five-rank alchemist. One of the points mentioned is that the five-turn pill seems to need to understand the 'meaning of the False God'.

"The meaning of False God... It turns out that, it seems that unless I break through the realm of God, I really can't refine the five-turn pill..."

Ning Fan smiled bitterly.

The meaning of the false god, referred to as the meaning of the gods, is also called "artistic conception" by some monks. It is a very mysterious supernatural power. Only the monks in the fifth stage of self-cultivation, the spiritual transformation stage, can comprehend it!

Every monk has his own preferences and experiences. For example, Meng Chu, the elder of the Hall of Merit, if he is expected to break through the period of spiritual transformation, he is very likely to realize the 'spirit of tea', because this guy loves tea too much.

Similar to the elder of the Pill Hall, Xue Qing, if he is fortunate enough to break through the spirit transformation stage, the divine will that he comprehends is most likely the 'the divine will of Dan'. Because, this guy is obsessed with alchemy, so obsessed.

In short, except for a few cultivators who have a great chance, if they want to understand the will of the gods, they must cultivate to reach the stage of spiritual transformation.

Of course, in the memories of Chaos Ancient, there seems to be a mention of a 'Spirit Stone', which can give cultivators divine meaning, but it seems to have been extinct for many years.

Ning Fan had a good chance, but if he wanted to understand the will of the gods, it seemed that he had to practice step by step until he reached the stage of spiritual transformation.

And breaking through the fifth rank of alchemy... It seems that we can only wait until after the spirit transformation period. This is really helpless, but self-cultivation is such an unsatisfactory thing.

Putting away the ancient pill scroll, Ning Fan held his breath and began to adjust his breath, waiting for the night to fall.

It is about to close, and once it is closed, I am afraid it will be nearly half a year. He had promised to treat Lanmei for that disease, and now that the medicinal herbs are in hand, it's time to solve Miss Lanmei's troubles.

The process of treating that private place is too fragrant and not suitable for people to know... So, Ning Fan waits for the night to fall before dispatching.

It's a pity that he hasn't adjusted his breath for a long time, and there is already a female disciple who reported the news of Ning Fan's return to Egret.

So, this troublesome woman came again.

"Humph! Ning Fan! You are so daring, you dare to disappear for half a month. As a cauldron, I don't know if you want to show up at the first moment when the master needs to pick up supplements!"

There was a trace of resentment in this woman's bright eyes, but there seemed to be a more subtle joy in it.

When she saw Ning Fan, she almost immediately jumped into Ning Fan's arms, her eyes blurred.

"Lie down! My sister wants to supplement you!"

"It's really troublesome... that's all, double cultivation, this way to restore physical strength is faster than meditating..."

Ning Fan didn't say any more, turned over and suppressed the egret.

Egret was obviously not expecting Ning Fan's rude behavior, and what surprised her even more was that Ning Fan seemed to have the cultivation of the peak of fusion spirit!

Her face changed, and she faintly realized that she seemed to be tricked by Ning Fan.

This Ning Fan, who was obviously not picked up by himself, even pretended to be a cauldron for himself, deceived himself, and had a good time with him every night... It's just, shameless!

"Impossible! I obviously picked you up, your cultivation base should be greatly reduced, why...why did you still break through the peak of fusion spirit! Uh... um..."

She wanted to scold, but her mouth was gagged. She wanted to push Ning Fan away, but accompanied by a tingling pain, her body gradually became soft and weak, and all her dissatisfaction turned into a coquettish moan.

"But... damn... ah, don't touch this..."

Egret's slender, snow-white jade legs were held on Ning Fan's shoulders, and then, there was no more...

As night fell, the egret with a happy and sweet smile fell asleep again tiredly. Ning Fan, on the other hand, was refreshed and refreshed. After half a month of exhaustion, he changed into his clothes and went to the Inner Men's Palace to treat Lanmei.

...

Tonight, Ning Fan was still in a hurry, while the rest of the place was glowing with blood. This is the case in the realm of self-cultivation. There is a paradise, and there is also a boundless sea of ​​blood.

In a certain cultivating family, Wang Yao's appearance was not astonishing. He appeared in the night, waved his hand, and slaughtered an entire cultivating clan.

And in the night a hundred miles away from the Ghost Sparrow Sect, a young man named Nanwei was also related to the blood light.

He left the Ghost Sparrow Sect for a hundred miles, and rushed back towards Ning Cheng. But after leaving Baili, I vaguely felt that I was being followed!

"Could it be that the person following me is a thief!"

Nan Wei's face was extremely ugly, and the cultivators were rampant. He had already heard of it, but he never imagined that one day he would be targeted by cultivators.

But immediately, his eyes condensed, revealing a trace of ruthlessness.

"I don't know, what is the cultivation base of the cultivator who is staring at me... If it is in the early stage of fusion, I can kill him! If it is in the middle stage, I can protect myself... But, if it is in the later stage... hum , No matter what, I, Nanwei, must complete the task of the young master and send the medicinal pill back to Ningcheng, even if it is death!"

Nanwei's eyes were determined, and he was no longer afraid. Along the way, he changed his forward route many times, but the feeling of being tracked still did not disappear.

Going all the way to a desolate valley, a black shadow immediately appeared for no reason, blocking the front of Nanwei.

Nan Wei stopped and took out the magic weapon, knowing that there was a fight and he couldn't run away.

But under the waning moon, an old man in silver robe stood on the sky. Although he was old, his body was extremely tall and strong, with nine scars on his face, and his eyes were murderous.

"Humph! In the early days of Lingling, to travel with such a large amount of medicinal pills, it is simply courting death! Forget it, let me 'Sword Crazy' hurt the child and teach you the truth of 'every man is innocent, but he is guilty'. !"

The silver-robed old man snorted coldly, and with the coercion of the peak of Rongling, he ruthlessly pressed down on Nanwei. Under its momentum, Nanwei's blood surged and he almost fell into the sky.

He hurriedly retreated dozens of meters and distanced himself from the old man. At least he didn't fall off the cloud head, but his figure was extremely embarrassed.

At the same time, in his heart, he was even more bitter.

It's not the early stage, not the middle stage, or even the late stage... but the old monster at the peak of Rongling!

'Sword Crazy' God Husband! Unexpectedly, he would be targeted by this ruthless man.

Legend has it that he is a loose cultivator, but his kendo cultivation is extremely high, and his character is even more ruthless. He once killed the children of the sect and family, and was wanted by countless sects.

In the face of this kind of person, Ning Cheng's name can't save him... and he can't be Jian Kuang's opponent.

It is rumored that this god wounded son, who was seriously injured and escaped in the pursuit and killing of three masters at the peak of Rongling, but the three masters who chased him were also killed and wounded.

Nine sword wounds were left at that time...

Killing people and stealing treasures is the most taboo to leave names. This is extremely stupid behavior, but God hurts children, but every time they kill people, they must leave their names. Because the people he killed were all people who, after careful consideration, thought that they would definitely be able to kill them.

As long as there is a trace of uncertainty, he will not do it! For example, Ning Fan, who was in the middle stage of Rongling, did not dare to make a move after passing through this place. The feeling that Ning Fan gave him was unfathomable... But Nan Wei, too weak, obviously just broke through the initial stage of fusion spirit.

"I have nine swords in my body, but with just one sword, I can kill it!"

Shenshangzi looked at Nanwei disdainfully and sneered.

With a flick of his finger, a sword qi that had been cultivated for many years in his body let out a clear, sword cry, which came out through his fingers.

Immediately, in the sky under the waning moon, a hundred-zhang sword light appeared, glowing with a faint blue fire, slashing directly at Nanwei!

Must die!

Nan Wei showed despair, but when he gritted his teeth, he decided to burn his soul and inspire mana!

'Burning Soul'! This technique was passed down by Nangong, the father of Nanwei. Once used, unless a true immortal rescued him, he would surely die. Burning your soul, you will never enter reincarnation, but it can stimulate mana and break through a small realm!

If so, Nanwei will have the mana in the middle stage of Rongling for a short time, and it may not be enough to defeat the gods.

After that, you will surely die, and you will live from generation to generation. You will not enter reincarnation, and the Tao will disappear in heaven and earth!

But just before Nanwei decided to burn his soul, an invisible power of spiritual sense radiated from the storage bag, like sword energy!

Under this divine sense, the Baizhang Jianmang, who had originally slashed at Nanwei, trembled slightly, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying. And in the next instant, he was swept away by divine thoughts, and exploded into countless blue flames.

"Impossible! This old man's blue flame sword energy was actually smashed by you! It's hateful! Boy, what have you done!"

Shenshangzi's original sword qi was destroyed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, the backlash was not light, and he was furious. But before his roar was finished, he was swept away by the sword energy.

In an instant, the originally arrogant Shenshangzi showed a shocked expression for the first time in his life. He has a deep understanding of kendo, and once accidentally obtained a swordsmanship inheritance from the fairy world of swords, in which he talked about the strange magical powers in front of him.

"No, it's impossible! This is, Jian Nian!"

Jian Nian! Only those who condense sword knowledge from the sea of ​​​​knowledge can perform it!

Shenshangzi couldn't be more remorseful, and he faintly felt that the divine sense that enveloped him was indeed swordsmanship, and this divine sense was powerful enough to easily obliterate all the cultivators in the early stage of Jindan!

"Let... let me go... ah!"

After a scream, Shenshangzi's tyrannical body was cut to blood for no reason. Together with the remaining eight natal sword qi, they were smashed together.

Shocked! Nanwei was completely stunned there! Even the countless cultivators who were hiding in the dark and preparing to take a share of the pie after Shenshangzi's actions were all stunned.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was not Nan Wei who killed Shenshangzi, but a spiritual thought emanating from the storage bag around Nan Wei's waist.

It is common sense that divine sense can't kill people, but this divine sense can kill the gods who are at the peak of Rongling in one round. And it seems that the power of the sword energy of the divine sense can kill even a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, and can seriously injure a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan!

"What level of master can have such an amazing spiritual sense! Nascent Soul Old Monster, or, God Transformation..."

The bandits hiding in the dark, their eyes fell on Nanwei's storage bag, and they were all terrified. On the storage bag, there seem to be several spiritual thoughts, that is to say, Nanwei can kill several old monsters in the early stage of Jindan without doing anything...

Moreover, even if the spiritual sense is exhausted, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no other back-up in this storage bag.

Cultivating bandits one by one, each with complicated thoughts, seeing a huge number of medicinal pills walking by, but dare not snatch it. Everyone is a loose cultivator, and none of them are fools. If anyone rushes up first, he will definitely end up like a goddess.

A loner, no one dares to fight Nanwei's idea again...

"Forget it, those who can plant such spiritual thoughts must be peerless masters. Even if they grab the medicinal pill, I am afraid that they will face endless pursuit... The old monsters above Nascent Soul, each with vast magical powers, a teleportation, But you can fly thousands of miles... If you are targeted by an old monster of this level, how many lives will not be enough to lose..."

No one dared to fight Nanwei's idea again. The only thing that puzzled the old monsters was that Yueguo was hiding a master of Nascent Soul? ! Well, this is hard to say, who knows if there is a peerless old monster in retreat in the deep mountains and forests...

With Shenshangzi's lessons learned, Nanwei hurried back to Ningcheng without any danger.

At this moment, his mood was extremely unstable.

He realized that the power of the young master far exceeded his own cognition!

A spiritual thought, cut the golden core! Nan Wei sucked in a breath of cold air. This method, which is only recorded in legends, was actually mastered by the young master? !

"Young master, he is so powerful... I, Nanwei, can be his master, really, Sansheng is lucky!"

This is the real horror of Jiannian!

Kill the enemy invisible!

Kill the enemy thousands of miles away!