Ning Yan walked alone in the blood-colored wasteland, with sporadic fluorescence floating around him, red and white holiness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched these points of light, which were the essence blood and soul that had been devoured by the totem, including Ye Zhuqing, Ye Jinmei, Ning Xiaoqiu, and Ning Yan himself.

Those fluorescences have dimmed to the extreme, and I am afraid that it will not be long before they will be annihilated.

However, at this moment, Ning Yan of the Chengtian Realm was almost desperate to find that those fluorescents were not fragments of divine souls, and all traces of life had been erased.

A silent lament resounded in his heart, as if all those who had died under his hands were whimpering in unison, or as if his heart was sobbing in pain.

He covered his ears and kept reciting the mantra in his heart, indifferently pretending not to hear.

Slender lines hung from the sky, like scarlet weeping willows, and like devil's beaded curtains. Looking up, the end is endless, beyond the limit of vision.

Above the sky, clouds of smoke were like blood, and they were constantly changing with the howling wind, sometimes burning flames, sometimes smiling faces.

The ground is a vertical and horizontal ravine, and the red river that had burned vigorously has dried up at some point, leaving only the riverbed dry and cracking.

Ning Yan walked silently, in this world where there was no day or night, pulling away the red silk thread and crossing the deep chasm.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, he thought this wasteland was empty, but suddenly he found himself back to the original point, it turned out that he had already traveled the whole world.

He looked up at the sky, the wind and clouds changed, and where he stood, was the center of the world.

He finally vaguely understood that this blood field was a palpable but invisible back when he looked inside.

It is the carrier of the totem.

As early as that year, Ye Jinmei had a hunch that the mysterious embroidery stitch method contained the essence of the formation, and the countless silk threads were connected with each other to form a heavy formation, and the formations were connected to each other in an incredible way.

Ning Yan walked in this blood field with the consciousness of his natal soul, walked on his back, walked in this splendid array, and the evil wind ruffled his long black and white hair, blowing his pitch-black robe. Ning Yan's eyebrows were faint, his lips pursed lightly, and he walked against the wind.

Since consciousness has not disappeared, he will not sit on the ground and wait for death. Ning Yan was afraid of death, more than anyone he had ever killed. From the fragments of the soul that the totem devoured when it was embroidered, he saw all the shattering of life and death, so he knew too well the pain and unwillingness of death.

He has no cause and effect, everything is always two points, and all the cause and effect changes in the process can be dismantled by him, so he is calm and even cold-blooded.

He was still young, of course he didn't want to die, he still wanted to try to keep those fluorescent that he couldn't understand, and he also thought of the Ling Sheng Realm, which he had heard about for many years but had never experienced in person, and wanted to kill the people who should be killed......

He didn't want to die, so he had to go on.

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......

Just when Ning Yan took a step, thinking that he was going to continue walking, a violent whirlwind suddenly set off where he was standing.

Ning Yan's heart moved, stopped, and looked behind him.

The space rippled with dark ripples, and the evil qi surged, and the twelve Shura who originally attacked the soul sea fell from the sky, in this totem world, their tall bodies were about to occupy half of the sky when they stood up, and their breath was rolling over, but at this time, they were strangely covered in bruises.

At the same time, a blood beast bound by heavy silk threads fell to the ground, Ning Yan's eyes moved, and he recognized that this blood beast was gluttonous, and the aura it exuded was very familiar to Ning Yan, it was Lin Li's demon blood!

The blood gluttony kept rolling on the ground, struggling and roaring, losing Lin Li's command, and it was only left with the last trace of the instinct of the law.

And Ning Yan followed the intuition in his heart to look higher.

There, the darkness twisted, gradually outlining a figure.

It was an extremely tall man, dressed in a Yin Yang Dragon robe, with a towering golden crown on his head. His face was like a knife and an axe, and his eyes were dark and deep, but his pupils were as white as snow.

The Twelve Shura were behind him, looking at him with wary eyes, but they did not move.

The man also ignored the twelve injured Shura, and he stood on his back, looking at Ning Yan condescendingly.

"Ning, you scoundrel. ”

Ning Yan raised his head, his face was smiling, bright and a little hideous.

He did not shy away from looking directly at the pair of upside-down black and white pupils, and said with a smile:

"Dongfang life, you ...... Evil Master. ”

Dongjun laughed loudly, and the laughter was like rolling thunder, threatening to shatter the void.

Just this laugh, the corners of Ning Yan's mouth overflowed with blood, the gap in the realm could not be measured, if Dongjun was intentional, Ning Yan would turn into ashes in an instant and had no power to resist.

However, Ning Yan still had to laugh, coughing up blood while looking at Tokyo, his eyes were cold and his eyes were frozen.

Dongjun smiled and asked, "How do you feel about killing your father and mother?"

Ning Yan said: "In the past, it was a great rebellion to kill my father and mother, if I don't punish the teacher and slaughter the saint in the future, and destroy the heavens and rebel against fate, wouldn't it be boring?"

Every word he spoke, blood gushed out of his mouth, and such rebellious words would not only anger Dongjun, but also disobey the way of heaven.

Heavenly Dao was actively attracted by Dongjun and tried to send down heavenly punishment to wipe him out, but his power was weakened by the dense embroidery threads in the totem, and when it descended on Ning Yan, he had lost most of his power.

Ning Yan wiped the blood on his lips, the injuries caused by Heavenly Dao's condemnation were very light, but his heart was also slightly chilled because of this.

This place can be extremely isolated from the Heavenly Dao, so Dongjun ...... You can also not be restricted by the way of heaven and take the initiative to attack yourself with a high realm.

Dongjun shouted: "Do you know that the destiny of heaven cannot be violated?"

Ning Yan replied: "What is the sky? What is life? The great power of heaven can trample the heaven and the earth under his feet, and the madman outside his fate dares to tear his fate to pieces!

Dongjun looked at him and was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "Ning Yan Ning Yan, like your slight strength, you can only afford this crazy word." ”

Ning Yan smiled slightly.

"Sixteen years ago, you were only a little more than a month old, and you were accepted as a disciple by me, do you know why?"

"Lord Dongjun will never repay the favor for a junior. Ning Yan said coldly, "You probably fancy me because I have no cause and effect, so you want me to be the host of this totem." ”

"Your talent is mediocre, if you cultivate normally, you will reach the peak of the Void Sea at most in your lifetime. But your state of mind actually made Benjun feel amazing. There was a hint of admiration in Dongjun's tone. "You are cold and cold-blooded by nature, but you have been very well-behaved, and you have been well-behaved for nine years, I am afraid that even you have forgotten the nature you were born with. If it weren't for the fact that you were able to successfully complete those training to extinguish feelings, Benjun would even have to wonder if he had lost his eyes. ”

Ning Yan sneered and laughed at himself: "Then when I respected you as a teacher for nine years, did you ever have a premonition that I had the heart to devour a teacher?"

"This is natural, after the totem awakens you will know part of the truth, if you don't have hatred, it will be against your murderous nature. Dongjun said. "It's been seven years since the totem awakened, and you've lived to this point, and you've performed much better than my budget. It is such a host that the totem needs. ”

Ning Yan lowered his eyes and asked, "As a generation of reincarnation true monarchs, is it really necessary for you to destroy a mediocre villain and replace it with a murderous puppet?"

"This is a fallacy! Benjun doesn't need a puppet, he doesn't need a subordinate, and he doesn't need an apprentice or a descendant!" Dongjun laughed and said, "With your vision, how can you speculate on the true meaning of the true monarch!"

Dongjun pointed at Ning Yan and said: "This picture is called the Bloody Evil Diagram, it is a divine object above the saint, this monarch gave it to you, how can it not be a chance to create!"

"Bloody sting. Ning Yan chewed on the meaning of the name, and a dark chill spread from his back, as if it was about to freeze the blood.

"It is no wonder that bloodthirsty killing, and the joy of sin. ”

He subconsciously looked up at the changing red clouds in the sky, at the embroidery thread that ran through the heavens and the earth, or through his flesh and blood.

His eyes were a little confused, yes, his vision was too narrow, and he couldn't guess what game Dongjun was arranging, and what kind of chess piece he was playing was when he was saddled with a bloody stinging plot.

He looked at Dongjun, and Dongjun smiled on his face.

Why?

Dongjun said: "Sixteen years ago, this monarch injected this wisp of residual thoughts into your body, and entered here when the evil plan was opened. According to my original intention, the twelve Shura will break through your soul sea and devour your divine soul, and establish a new soul sea with the Nirvana Dao method, but it is not Shura's consciousness that replaces you in this body, but me. ”

The sea of souls is innate and an indispensable part of human cultivation. A cultivator's talent is manifested in many ways: the talent of the body and meridians refers to the affinity for the breath of heaven and earth, which determines the speed of cultivation improvement, and the soul sea, as a place for warming and nurturing the divine soul, will subtly affect a person's comprehension of the laws of the heavenly way.

Physical talent can be improved through the strange things of heaven and earth, although it is extremely difficult but can be successful, for example, if the gluttonous marrow blood that Lin Li has injected is refined by Ning Yan, it can improve his degree of compatibility with heaven and earth. But the ascension of the soul sea is sad to ascend to the sky.

If the Soul Sea can really be completely rebuilt and the comprehension can reach the extreme, as long as the physical body can accumulate enough True Qi over time, there will be no bottleneck in the Realm Breakthrough.

Dongjun said lightly: "Benjun has been stranded in the reincarnation realm for 50,000 years, and Rao is the longevity of the true monarch of reincarnation can't withstand the wear and tear of such years. So I needed a breakthrough. ”

If Dongjun can have a soul sea with perfect understanding, with his realm, he only needs to separate a trace of soul to sit in control, and rely on the elixir to push this body to the reincarnation realm, he may use the new reincarnation soul sea to penetrate the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, and then feed back to the true body to break through.

If such a virtuous cycle continues, it is difficult to imagine what limits his realm can reach.

Ning Yan couldn't help but smile, "Then do I have to feel honored?"

"That's right. Dongjun snorted coldly, "But your luck is indeed unexpected, this drop of marrow blood comes from the gluttonous son Lin Li, right?"

"Heh, it turns out that Lin Li is so famous, just a real person of life and death can make you remember. ”

"Lin Li's strength is still low, but his talent is beyond the 100,000 realms, and there is a glimmer of hope even if he becomes holy in the future. Dongjun said, "With his intervention, Shura failed to rebuild the soul sea, so your consciousness still remains here." ”

Ning Yan asked coldly, "So what? What is your next plan?"

"The sinful Shura has not yet grown, they have been defeated by Lin Li and retreated into the totem, but to rebuild the soul sea, there is no need to personally fight to erase your divine soul. ”

Dongjun looked at him, and there was only indifference in his black and white eyes.

"It is also possible to sacrifice through your own initiative. ”

The evil wind is chaotic, blowing the red line in the sky. Ning Yan lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly.

"So you came to make me, to be moved, to be moved, to be sacrificed. ”

Dongjun didn't answer, but pointed a finger at Ning Yan.

Even if the remnant thoughts of the reincarnation realm are remnants, they can easily kill Ning Di. But Dongjun can't be killed, if Ning Yan is killed by an external force, the soul sea will die out naturally, and there is no such thing as transformation and reconstruction, and the Shura consciousness will directly take over Ning Yan's body.

Ning Yan was hit by Dongjun's soul power, and he was nailed to the spot and couldn't move. Dongjun's power pushed his own soul power to operate according to the method of disintegration, he snorted, his body burned, and his appearance in the evil figure was originally a wisp of natal soul condensation, and at this time, the surface of this incarnation had begun to melt, and drops of white water flowed down from his body.

Burn...... It's burning again. Ning Yan thought a little self-deprecatingly, why was he so skilled.

He was silent and resisted with all his might, but to no avail. He felt that this scene was really similar to seven years ago, and he struggled for seven years, and was once again pulled back to square one by this line called fate.

Life...... Really...... Interesting.

Ning Yan thought like this, looking down at his burning and molten body, flowing back to white divine soul, floating drop by drop, very similar to the fluorescence of those dead in the wasteland, they emitted a strange and strong fragrance, even Ning Yan himself almost sank in this fragrance!

The soul gently floated towards the Shura behind Dongjun.

There is a madness in the eyes of the twelve Shura, their desire for life is ten thousand times stronger than that of human beings for food and beauty, that is the whole meaning of their existence, they will plunder at all costs!

They moved!

The huge body stepped out, and the heavens and the earth shook, hitting those scarlet embroidery threads frantically and fluttering. Twelve pairs of mountain-like giant claws scrambled to grab Ning Yan, who was insignificant!

Dongjun floated up lightly and gave way to the way, and under the temptation of the fragrance of the divine soul, Shura completely ignored Dongjun and just wanted to bite Ning Yan and swallow it!

Facing Dongjun's gaze, Ning Yan smiled shallowly, Dongjun let go of the restraints on him, and continuing to intervene would only cause Shura's hostility.

He knew that after he was devoured by Shura, Dongjun would make a move against Shura and occupy the newly built Soul Sea first.

He raised his flowing arm in front of him, and his white soul was thrown far away by this movement.

In the next moment, the blood-colored gluttonous glutton, who was originally bound by the sinful embroidery thread, suddenly opened his eyes!

It took the opportunity of Shura's messy embroidery thread to break free, passed through the Shura's fingers at an extremely fast speed, grabbed Ning Yan's robe with sharp teeth, and rushed out before it closed, as if it was about to rush to the edge of the cape!

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