Nangong Fan drank a lot of wine today, and it was rare to be able to drink without any warning, so he didn't deliberately use his spiritual power to suppress his alcohol, and he collapsed on the bed after eating. I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, the sun was three poles.

Nangong Fan didn't have the discomfort of ordinary hangovers, but felt indescribably refreshed all over his body.

He didn't even have any memory of how he had come back to bed last night.

But the familiar faint fragrance in the room has already highlighted all this, Nangong Fan's heart is warm, and it feels really good to be at home.

There was some bustle outside the door, Nangong Fan got up with some doubts and pushed open the door.

Master Niu stood respectfully at the gate of the courtyard, blocking a group of young people about his age.

These are also young people who grew up in Heifu, although some of them don't have spiritual power in their bodies, but it's almost a matter of time.

If the Hei family is willing, they can immediately let them have spiritual power in their bodies, and then move forward steadily, becoming Tianjiao in the eyes of ordinary people.

It's just that the Hei family has always disliked things that are fueled by pulling out seedlings, unless you are a person who has no way to enter, otherwise the Hei family will not interfere.

The people who came out of the black family, not to mention all the legends, but it was still easy to reach a martial emperor or a martial saint.

Nangong Fan was a little puzzled, what did these people who used to call him waste mean that they couldn't wait to gather at his door when he came back?

The sound of the door opening alarmed everyone at the door.

The little friends turned around, carrying gift boxes of different sizes in their hands, but their eyes were still a little disdainful, even if Nangong Fan defeated the best among them Heijiao before leaving, but the name of waste has been ingrained in the past, and it is difficult to change it in this instant.

If it weren't for the elders of the family who forced them to come, they wouldn't have come to Nangong Fan's door so enthusiastically.

Master Niu's serious face smiled, ignored these young men, and walked to Nangong Fan's side one step at a time. "Little master, are these little ones disturbing your rest? ”

Nangong Fan shook his head, "Uncle Niu, I'm sorry for you, don't be so polite." I woke up naturally, and rarely did I sleep so peacefully. ”

Master Niu smiled all over his face, "It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, as long as it doesn't disturb the little young master." ”

Nangong Fan looked around slightly in front of him, his tone was full of helplessness, "What are they doing here?"

"Of course, I was ordered to curry favor with the little young master, after all, the young master's descendant ring will come down soon, and the young master is the next head of the family, and the old guys of those ghost elves naturally want to send their own heirs to show favor first. Master Niu's face was full of lightness, he had seen a lot of such things, and the people who asked him to carve a formation on his weapon were even bigger than the battle here.

Nangong Fan nodded, "Uncle Niu, you can help me put it away, and then send them away." I'm going to wash up first. ”

"Yes. Master Niu turned around, became high again, took the gifts from the young men's hands, and in their unwilling eyes, smiled and blossomed, and the folds on his face were as brilliant as chrysanthemums blooming.

In the middle of the night, it was quiet in front of Nangong Fan's door, and Uncle Niu made tea and served breakfast, covering all aspects.

Nangong Fan and Uncle Niu sat on the stone table in the small courtyard, sipping tea, so comfortable.

Uncle Niu narrowed his eyes and abruptly talked about the nether realm in his cognition.

"Heavenly Weapon City is the worst combat power among the famous cities, but the people from the Nether who work for them are the most. One pill can withstand ten years of penance, and a spiritual weapon doubles the combat power, and no one will not be moved. ”

Nangong Fan nodded, alchemists and refiners are all worthy of respect, if it weren't for the growing Black Dragon Sword, he would also face the dilemma of having no weapons to use now.

Fan Tie was no different from mud and stone in his hands, and before it hit a person, Fan Tie might have been shattered directly under his huge strength.

And the elixir made in the hands of the alchemist is nothing more than the rejuvenation of the magic hand, and the increase in cultivation also abounds.

Although the spiritual power piled up with pills will be very fragile, it can't hold up a lot of it.

The Hei family also has its own alchemist, but compared to Heavenly Weapon City, it is like stars and fluorescence. Even so, the Hei family can easily pile people up to the realm of martial saints.

It can be inferred from this that Heavenly Instrument City, as long as they are willing to do so, it is very possible to manufacture legendary powerhouses in batches.

"Heavenly Weapon City is completely shrouded in formations, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are three major dangers in the lower realm, and even people from the upper realm dare not easily get into danger. The first is the terrifying forest that connects the demon world, the second is the Oriental Sea Eye that connects the sea world, and the third is the ghost town that dominates the Beiliang and connects the ghost world.

Of course, now there is a dragon city with a green dragon in charge. The Nether Earth is known as the Nexus of All Worlds. If the people of the Land of Ten States want to come down, they can only shuttle down through those formation masters who are extremely accomplished in space to connect to the hub.

Everyone who comes down is a pseudo-peak strength in the Nether Realm, why use pseudo? Because of the shroud of the Heavenly Dao, if they break out a power that does not belong to this realm, they will be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao in an instant.

But there are also people who can burst out their full strength in this realm, such people can completely ignore the existence of the Heavenly Dao, not to mention the existence of the Heavenly Dao.

Such a person, even in the Ten Prefectures, is a well-known figure in the Main Continent.

Except for the few places I mentioned earlier, none of these forces from the Upper Realm have such existence for the time being, after all, if they draw this kind of combat power, their foundation in the Upper Realm will be threatened.

And the first three places I mentioned, behind them are not the ten states, although the overall strength is slightly weaker than the ten states, but they can also extract such a peak existence from their own interface.

Be careful. ”

Nangong Fan Mo rubbed his chin, fortunately, he went back to Dragon City first, otherwise he would go directly to Beiliang, and the first thing he would face would be the ghost city, wouldn't it be a meat bun and a dog to go and go back?" "In addition, is there a way to burst out the strength of the upper realm in the lower realm?"

"I have heard that there are divine weapons such as Dao weapons or pseudo-Dao weapons that can compete with the Heavenly Dao of the Nether Realm, but I have never heard of anyone in the Nether Realm who has such a spiritual weapon. ”

Nangong Fan nodded and thought about it, after all, what he had to take behind was a road of no return, and as long as he took the first step, there would be no way back. And if he didn't go like that, he would be uncomfortable.

He has been determined to return a piece of blue sky to the Nether Realm since Zi Niu Xing, which can be regarded as a test for himself. But after all, he no longer represents him alone, and every step has to be careful and thoughtful.

"Dao City is east of Dragon City, on a small island beyond the sea, and most of their disciples have traveled in Middle-earth. There is an abyss between Middle-earth and the West, and the magic city is hidden deep in it. The holy city is in the west, and the Buddha city is in the south. The two Great Sects are rivals, but they restrain each other in the Nether. ”

Master Niu told all the information he knew, and he had already seen that the little young master in front of him was not a peaceful master, unlike Hei Yuqing, who still adhered to the Confucian and righteous style. This is a demon king of the mixed world, for fear that things will not be big enough.

The only thing the two have in common is the thing they recognize, and the ten dragons can't pull it back. I have to do it all my life.

And Nangong Fan is expected to become his backer, so he naturally spares no effort to explain the current situation. Do your best to let the little master have a bottom in his heart.

What's more, the little young master's character is much more refreshing than Hei Yuqing, with such a person as a backer, he believes that even if the little young master soars in the future, he will only choose to ascend if everything is handled properly. It will never be like Hei Yuqing, who walks in a hurry, leaving behind a large mess of stalls.

Nangong Fan nodded lightly and asked with interest, "Is Uncle Niu willing to go out with me?"

Having such an almost jack-of-all-trades old guy by your side can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"I'm old, I can't walk anymore. Master Niu drank the tea in his hand in one gulp, gently placed the teacup on the stone table, shook his head, and walked out of Nangong Fan's small courtyard step by step.

A formation mage like him is more suitable for defending than going out. With him in charge of the Black Family, the Black Family's Guardian Formation is like having a soul, and even if there are people from the upper realm to break the formation, it will not be easy to succeed.

Unless one day he can reach that legendary realm and generate a formation with a single thought, the formation mage at that time can be active in many head-to-head confrontations. It's just that that kind of realm is a hurdle that all formation mages can't cross, and he can only think about it in his dreams.

Array mages, alchemists, and refiners, although they are noble, the embarrassment lies in their frontal combat ability.

But there are also paranoid weirdos in the world, who use their bodies as elixirs and spiritual weapons to exercise, but it is easy to play with themselves.

How could an ordinary pampered divine master do such a thing? In their eyes, there were inferior martial artists who were born and died for them anyway, so why bother to do such a thankless effort? This was also the reason why Fu Xuexi, who was a god at that time, made his father, who was a god, speechless.

Nangong Fan watched Master Niu walk away, silently continuing to taste the tasteless tea in his hand, but in his mind he was thinking about what would happen after going to Beiliang.

Now that the king of Beiliang has returned to Beiliang, Wang Zai may not have these two old oilmen by his side to give advice at the critical moment of the breakthrough, only by himself.

He had to figure out a stable route, step by step, to cleanse all the tumors in the upper realm or other interfaces on the earth.

It's just that the ghost city is connected to the ghost world, and there are strong people who can resist the way of heaven, which is a hurdle that can't be overcome.

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by manpower, at that level, unless there is a strong person with the same strength on his side, he is qualified to wrestle his wrist. This is an unsolvable problem.

Among the ten cities, Nangong Fan had the worst impression of the ghost city that used the creatures of the nether realm as blood food. He racked his brains and was powerless. If you are stuck in your throat, you will feel uncomfortable.

You can only take one step at a time. Maybe there's some old monster who can't get used to the ghost town style?

Just after noon, Master Niu came again. He brought a brand new lineage ring. Nangong Fan can also be regarded as officially returning to the black family.

It's just that Nangong Fan was slightly stunned that the head of the Hei family, who had never seen anyone for twenty years, that is, Kurosawa's grandfather, wanted to see him in person.

Nangong Fan packed up his mind and walked step by step between the alleys of Heifu, heading towards the center.

He was also very curious about what kind of character the old man of the Hei family who could cultivate Hei Yuqing was. After all, he rummaged through Kurosawa's memories, and there was not the slightest information about the mysterious old man.

Nangong Fan stepped past the stage where he had fought with Heijiao, and looked at the mansion of the head of the family, who was like an old man. Even in the sunlight, it has a faint gray glow. It's comparable to the place where the older generation of powerhouses are hiding next to the Treasure Pavilion.

Nangong Fan tidied up his clothes and stepped forward with a solemn face. Before he could knock on the wooden door, the wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound. The dust was filled, as if the door of a new world that had not been opened for thousands of years was slowly opening to him.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of curiosity. Dancing slightly, he fanned off the dust visible to the naked eye, and slowly walked into this quaint mansion that was now extremely mysterious in the eyes of everyone in the black family.

There was a soft creaking sound, and the wooden door slowly closed again as he entered.

Nangong Fan looked around. He was a little surprised, at least now he didn't see a single figure in this main mansion, but it looked like a Taoist temple that had been abandoned for many years.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, higher than the stone table in the courtyard, and through the cracks you could see the stone benches covered with grass clippings. There is no way to go, as if you have come to an ancient temple that has been deserted for a long time.