"What else can I do at this opportunity?"

The formation was broken, and Nangong Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

But that's not enough, it's just clearing the way for retreat.

If fighting is not about victory, it is meaningless. While Meta Chaos is now in a strange state and unable to move, he must do something to increase his chances of winning another battle.

What to do?

Nangong Fan looked back at the depths of the underground palace... There was a glittering palace there, which had been a great threat to him from the beginning, and even when he fought against Yuan Chaos, he took out a little bit of his mind to watch out for it.

The palace is the most important place in this underground space.

Nangong Fan had already realized this, but judging from his previous exploration, he didn't seem to have any way to take this palace.

Even if his strength broke through the limits of this realm, he would not want to destroy it.

"If you really want to win, you must know the details of this palace. ”

Nangong Fan muttered in his mouth.

If Yuan Chaos' breakthrough in the ice cave was to break through again, he would have to devote all his energy to the fight before he had a chance to grind it to death with the Black Dragon Sword. If you still have to distract yourself from the palace, then what else is there to fight? It is better to leave directly at this time, find a stable place to break through to the heavenly realm, and then come back to find the field.

Nangong Fan can walk very easily, as long as he waves his sleeves slightly, he can disappear in front of the world without leaving any trace.

But after the breakthrough, the Yuan Chaos will definitely not be so cautious anymore, even in order to find the only Nangong Fan who threatens him, it will inevitably sweep the necromantic frenzy across the entire Qiqi Continent.

How many living beings will perish?

Just for the sake of the common people in this world, Nangong Fan will not agree to retreat without a fight, which will be covered with dust in his heart, and even become a demon.

"Being a good person first is my goal. People are emotional, and they are afraid of loneliness. For the sake of Hu Mingluo and others, who are very good to me, I should also try it. ”

A slight sound spread around here, and Nangong Fan's figure disappeared again.

Now that time is precious, now that he has a direction, he begins to act, not wanting to waste a minute. Perhaps just a fraction of a second will turn the tide.

Nangong Fan's figure appeared in front of the palace and quickly disappeared.

"The pillar cannot be destroyed, first put the target elsewhere. ”

Nangong Fan's mind turned, in addition to being a pillar that supports everything, what else is the most important thing in the palace?

"This palace is like a condensed palace. What is the most important thing in the palace?"

Nangong Fan jumped quickly inside the palace according to the picture in his memory. Like a nimble monkey, it returned to the mountains and forests, jumped and jumped away, and ran far away.

"The Emperor's Throne..."

Nangong Fan asked and answered himself, looking for any important place.

A row of tables and chairs came into view, and the deepest part of the eye was two screens, obscuring the view behind them.

The two screens are not connected, they are connected to each other on either side of a raised platform. On top of this platform is a very imposing-looking chair, with a long table in front of it. The "Emperor" should sit on it.

This is the core of the first half of the palace, and the core of the second half should be the secret room used by Yuan Chaos.

Nangong Fan landed in front of the high seat, and the vertical hole in the center of his eyebrows opened suddenly, flashing with an extremely dazzling luster. He used the power of the Three Eyes to the extreme.

With the lessons he had learned from facing the pillars before, he did not dare to take the test lightly.

"Hmm... Again, it doesn't look like there's anything special. ”

Nangong Fan sighed helplessly.

The grade of this palace seemed to be extremely high, and it was emitting a colorful luster all the time, and he hadn't noticed the true face after many previous observations, and thought it was really some kind of bright breath.

"In the final analysis, my strength is too weak, which makes the three eyes dusty. ”

Nangong Fan laughed at himself and gently stretched out his palm.

As soon as he touched the high seat of this side, which could barely be called a dragon chair, his hand retracted sharply.

"Damn. ”

Nangong Fan scolded lightly, he felt like he was touching a rose full of spikes, his fingers hurt slightly, and an unbearable numbness flowed down from there.

"It can't be poisonous, right?" he lowered his head, looking at the wound on his fingertips, and a drop of blood rolled down and smashed to the ground with a "tick" sound.

The wound the size of a needle's eye heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the numbness disappears.

"Doesn't seem like a problem?"

Nangong Fan was full of doubts, feeling that he had become a second monk. Turning his gaze back to the dragon chair, "I didn't expect you to be a blood-sucking monster!"

He cursed in his mouth, but in fact he was really looking for what it was that pierced his fingers.

The dragon chair was extremely smooth, and apart from the weird lines, there was nothing special about it.

When Nangong Fan touched it before, he naturally deliberately avoided those lines. The area he touched didn't have any bulges at all.

"What about my blood, it can't really be absorbed, will it?"

His face became more and more solemn, and a hint of suppressed excitement flashed in his pupils.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, and the more strange this dragon chair is, the more it proves that the direction he is looking for is not wrong. Let's read books

After staring at it for a few breaths, the dragon chair was still the dragon chair, and nothing happened because of sucking a drop of blood. It seems that the touch and numbness just now are all Nanke's dreams.

"Is it a dream?"

Nangong Fanneng was definitely not a dream, as a realm cultivator, he hadn't been confused to that extent.

"It's good to have eccentricities. He was on full alert, stretched out his palm again, and remembered the stone door in the secret room in the depths of the palace, "Maybe it's another trick!"

The fingers landed firmly on the dragon chair where they had touched before, and they were extremely slippery, as if they were caressing human skin...

"How is that possible? Could it really be that I was too nervous and had a delusion?"

Nangong Fan couldn't accept the reality in front of him, but he had to admit it. What spikes are there on this dragon chair?

"No, no!" he shook his head vigorously, still not believing what he saw and felt, "I must have overstepped something!"

"But what was overlooked?" Nangong Fan was blinded, and a trace of madness flashed in his pupils, "Destroy this dragon chair, everything will be clear!"

He withdrew his palm as he swung the Black Dragon Sword in his hand.

The blood-colored brilliance fell, and the sharp sword intent seemed to destroy everything in front of him.

The sword paused abruptly, just a finger's distance from the dragon chair.

At this time, Nangong Fan's two palms were full of contradictions, as if the two people were arguing and their opinions could not be unified. One did his best to move the hilt down so that the blade touched the dragon chair, and the other lifted the black dragon sword up with all his strength to stop the movement of his "companion".

The eerie picture makes people feel chilled.

"Cut down! Cut down!" Nangong Fan opened his mouth and roared to the sky, wisps of black lines appeared on his face, and evil intent and demonic energy complemented each other.

The voice changed suddenly, "This is my body." Give me, get out! Get out!"

"Cut down, you will gain everything, no one can stop you from moving forward, and I will surrender to you completely. Nangong Fan's pupils flashed with extreme madness and excitement. The other one was full of solemnity and calmness.

He never expected that evil thoughts would come out of hiding in Tibet at this time.

He almost succeeded! Fortunately, he came to his senses at the last minute.

At this time, Nangong Fan's heart was full of doubts, what made the evil thoughts, who had always maintained extreme calm, so crazy.

The answer should lie in this dragon chair. Just chop it to pieces and everything will be revealed.

"You still don't give up. Nangong Fan took a deep breath, he didn't expect the evil thoughts to be so persistent, and he was still trying to affect his mind at this time.

"We are one... Believe me, I will never harm you!" the evil thought continued, this time he did not choose to hide his body, intending to fight to the end.

Nangong Fan smiled coldly and didn't say anything. While maintaining the balance of the Black Dragon Sword, he racked his brains to analyze what was going on in front of him.

It stands to reason that now Nangong Fan's body is weak in evil thoughts, but because he was born in the "Beast Transformation Technique", he can be regarded as truly cutting himself into two parts, and he is extremely thorough.

These two parts are about the same size, one is a god and the other is a demon. Opposites, but perfectly compatible.

This evil thought can also take advantage of the instability of the whole body to control the whole body a little, and after three times and several times, sooner or later the body can be fully familiar with his existence. But several times he tried to "do it once and for all", he failed, and he was hit hard under the sword true divine thought, and he no longer had the capital to compete, so he could only shrink up and wait for a good opportunity.

Now is obviously not a good opportunity for evil thoughts to strike, it will only expose them from the shadows.

Could it be that evil thoughts are ready for a life-and-death showdown?

Nangong Fan's spirit looked at the black shadow standing on the edge of Zhihai, seeing that it might slip away at any time, he tried it once, and this guy quickly disappeared and appeared in another corner of Zhihai, maintaining the action of the black dragon sword slashing.

Ordinary evil thoughts are hidden in the deepest depths, and only at a specific opportunity will the body be revealed, control the body, and begin to lay out, so that the self will not find traces. Just like before, Nangong Fan never knew that he had given birth to evil thoughts. However, now it is completely different, Nangong Fan's self and evil thoughts both know each other's existence, and everything is clear.

It's just the first time that evil thoughts have acted like this. After all, only when his ego is stimulated, he will have a chance to take advantage of it, and now it will only consume the energy he has stored up for a while...

Unconscionable!

Nangong Fan pondered for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, he could only be sure that this dragon chair should have some connection with the "demon", which would make it so crazy.

What will it be?

He doesn't care about the righteous demons at all, the saints and Buddhas have also become evil demons, and the demons who have been spurned by others have also taken actions to save the common people. It's all about the human self.

What's more, Nangong Fan himself can be regarded as a half-hung demon cultivator, and he is even more reluctant to rejects the creation of demons.

It's just that... Is this dragon chair in front of you really a creation? No matter how you look at it, it's more like a trap!

......

The strange confrontation continued after a full stick of incense, and the evil thoughts and the self controlled each other's arms, making the black dragon sword shake up and down non-stop.

As the self exorcised the evil thoughts several times, the black dragon sword became farther and farther away from the dragon chair.

The evil thoughts became more and more manic, and they communicated several times in Zhihai, intending to make the self believe him once.

Nangong Fan frowned and pondered, he could have put the Black Dragon Sword back into its scabbard, but there was a little hesitation in his heart to maintain this strange confrontation.

From this point of view, he has no choice but to let this palace stand here, and I don't know when a real crisis will erupt. At least this zombie killing will be a complete failure.

The sudden appearance of evil thoughts is an unexpected change.

Only when there is a change can the current situation be solved.

It's just that he can't figure it out, if he lets the evil thoughts come around, in which direction this change will develop.

Still, he knows one thing for sure. Evil thoughts don't do anything bad to this body, but they don't necessarily do it to the self.

Perhaps, this change will make the evil thoughts soar, regain the initiative in one fell swoop, and temporarily control the body.