Chapter 235: No Message

Ning Fan stared at the outside of the Sumeru Spirit Ring for a long time, and felt that no one was coming, so he planned to jump out from inside the Sumeru Spirit Ring.

However, as soon as I wanted to go out, in the void, there was an instant fluctuation.

"Surround this place, you can't let go of any wind and grass, not even a bird, not an ant, you are not allowed to leave. ”

Dillon stood in the void, his bloody clothes dancing, his eyes gloomy.

"Ning Fan, I know you didn't leave. ”

"Lao Tzu has been waiting here for half an hour, and you haven't come out yet. ”

Dillon didn't leave, but kept watching the surroundings, lurking to the sidelines to observe the movements in this forest.

However, half an hour passed, and he still didn't see Ning Fan's figure, and he couldn't bear it a little, so much so that he wondered if his judgment was wrong.

As for the others, they followed his instructions to track down the eighteen doppelgangers.

"Back to the hall master, this place is all blocked, we have cast a sword array, and not a single ant around us will run out. A subordinate, heading towards Dillon.

Dillon nodded, "Okay, now, let's start searching, carpet search, you just input the soul power to me." ”

Whoosh, dozens of monks on the side, without saying a word, radiated a ray of brilliance from their eyes.

Then at the center of the eyebrows, a glow suddenly appeared.

This is the essence of the light of the soul.

These rays of light were concentrated on Dillon.

A golden ball appeared in Dillon's hand.

The golden ball spun drippingly, levitating above the Heavenly Spirit Cover of his head, and a golden light directly scattered out from the center of his eyebrows.

Everywhere he went, everything on the ground, came into Dillon's eyes.

This golden orb is like a mysterious eyeball, which can take in the whole place as it sees.

A grain of sand with earthworms swimming in the sand.

The stones on the ground turned into pieces, the moisture on the ground, everything was under his control.

However, it took more than half an hour, and still nothing was found.

"No way, you're trying to make me scorch this land, I'm digging three feet into the ground, and I'm going to find you for me. ”

The thunder bombarded into slag, and Dillon had ruled out the possibility.

Because if Ning Fan died, then it would be impossible for the eighteen doppelgangers to appear.

Rumble.

A flame, pure samadhi true fire, erupted from Dillon's mouth.

The trees, the flowers, all the sand on the ground, were completely surrounded by flames.

Snort, sneer.

Everything in the land within a radius of 100 meters began to burn.

Samadhi is a true fire, which is different from ordinary flames.

It was the purest flame condensed by the monk with the sword qi of his whole body.

This flame is extremely hot, even a stone, under the flames, almost only three breaths of time, all of it will be reduced to pieces.

When the wind blew it, there was a pop, and the fragments of the stone turned into powder.

Not only the land, but even the air, was burned by the flames, inch by inch, piece by piece.

Crackling.

However, day and night passed, all the dust, everything in the space, had been refined.

I still didn't see Ning Fan's body, and the only thing left was a golden lump.

"Hall Master, we have been burning for a day and a night, all the creatures in this land, as well as the ore underground, have melted, and finally formed this golden essence, but Ning Fan's body has still not been found, it is estimated that he died under the samadhi true fire. ”

One of his subordinates handed Dillon a ball of pure gold about the size of his head.

"I didn't expect that this space could actually refine such a piece of gold soil, it seems that this place was where the mineral deposits were located many years ago. ”

"It's just that I used it for a day and a night to refine this thing, what do you want it to do?"

With a click, Dillon slammed something into his hand to the ground.

In the distance, suddenly, there was a fluctuation of aura.

But I saw Di Qing flying over from a distance with a group of people.

"Big brother. Di Qing's face was extremely heavy.

"How's it going?, did you catch the eighteen doppelgangers?" Dillon asked, raising a frown.

"Big brother, eighteen doppelgangers, all of them have been caught, you see, that's all, this Ning Fan Ke is really evil, and he actually made eighteen doppelgangers, but they are all puppets, sword puppets. ”

Di Qing pointed to the eighteen puppets on the ground, like eighteen corpses.

Eighteen puppets were together with each other, and for some reason, a gust of wind and sand rolled up, and they suddenly became a silver-white puppet.

looks exactly the same as Ning Fan.

Dillon frowned and sucked the golem up.

It's exactly like a real person.

A sword aura in his hand flew towards the puppet.

With a bang, a bright light scattered, but the puppet was unharmed.

"Why are you so sturdy?"

"What is this made of?"

He is a seventh-layer strength of the Sword Pill, and he can't break the puppet.

"In that case, this thing is mine. “

Dillon instantly sucked the sword golem into the storage bag.

"Big brother, is Ning Fan dead?" Di Qing asked.

"He's not dead. Dillon shook his head.

"Huh, how can this be?" Di Qing was shocked.

"This sword puppet still has soul fluctuations on its body, his master is Ning Fan, if Ning Fan dies, this sword puppet definitely does not have any soul fluctuations, it can be seen that he is not dead. ”

Dillon's eyes swept around, and it was hard to believe the result.

"But, how could he be alive under our Heavenly Thunder Sword Array? Even I, under the Heavenly Thunder Sword Array, would definitely die. Di Qing couldn't believe it.

"I don't believe it either, but that's the way it is. ”

"This guy, I don't know what ghost magic he used, he actually escaped with a glimmer of life, this land, I used Samadhi true fire, refining for a day and a night, even if it is an underground gold crystal, it will be turned into molten slurry, but there is no trace of him. ”

Dillon gritted his teeth, annoyed.

"Then what should we do now?" Di Qing sighed, also annoyed.

"He must not have gone far, he must have run out. ”

"Within the scope of the Bloody Temple, dig three feet into the ground, and find it out for me. ”

Dillon's eyes narrowed, like the cold glow of a king cobra, scattering and swallowing.

Suddenly, Dillon's eyes looked at the golden object he had thrown out in anger.

The golden mass is the essence of this land.

In any case, refining utensils is still very good.

At least you can refine a fifth- or sixth-level spiritual weapon.

"Huh, how can there be a ring?"

Among the golden masses, Dillon found a silver ring.

In the gold, it is very abrupt.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he was amazed to find out.

"When did this ring exist?"

"Samadhi True Fire didn't actually refine it?"

Clutching the silver ring, Dillon frowned.

He then swept his soul power over the silver ring.

Unfortunately, I didn't find anything, just a ring.

He dripped another drop of blood and placed it on the silver ring.

However, the blood was gone, and the silver ring remained unresponsive.

"Is it just an ordinary ring, or is it a treasure left by someone?"

(End of chapter)