The black snow fluttered down, scattered like crow feathers, and the warmth of the corpses on the ground gradually became cold and stiff, and the blood of the corpses gradually coagulated.

Whether it is a brute beast or a black barbarian monk, the blood is black, filthy and evil. Ning Fan looked at the black blood all over the ground, thoughtful.

Countless barbarians from the Heavenly Barbarian City climbed the city wall and looked at Ning Fan in horror.

They were already convinced that Ning Fan was an alien monk, and compared to a brute beast who was suppressed by the barbarian statue, an alien monk who was not suppressed by the barbarian statue made the barbarians feel more feared.

If a foreign monk wants to slaughter the barbarian city, there is almost no one to stop him!

"Don't be afraid, he's not an enemy. ”

Zhao Die'er's cold voice spread in the wind and snow and reached the ears of every barbarian.

Those barbarians looked suspicious, and it was hard to believe that Ning Fan, a fierce star, would not be an enemy.

As if to confirm Zhao Die'er's words, Ning Fan, together with Liu Yan and Fairy Lori, turned into a streamer, flew up the city wall, and appeared in front of Zhao Die'er, smiling, with no hostility in his expression.

This made many barbarians less afraid, but the barbarians still didn't dare to breathe.

Ning Fan's appearance was regained after crossing the truth, and he was no longer the slightest bit old, even younger than Zhao Die'er remembered.

Zhao Die'er looked at Ning Fan in a daze, fifty years of wind and frost, fifty years of waiting, and finally waited for the person she wanted to see, but her eyes were blurred with tears and she was speechless.

Ning Fan looked at Zhao Die'er, who was successful in brute arts, and showed a pleased smile, with a soft expression, as if an elder looked at a junior.

But after the divine thought swept away the Heavenly Barbarian City, Ning Fan's eyes darkened again, and he sighed slightly.

With the strength of his divine thoughts. It was easy to find the Zhao Mansion from Tianman City, but it was a pity for him. In the Zhao Mansion, there is no breath of Zhao Boyang and his wife. But it enshrines the spiritual positions of the two

The old man of the past has now become an ancient friend

"Take me to pay homage to Brother Boyang, okay?" Ning Fan sighed, stretched out his hand, and stroked Zhao Die'er's satin-like green silk with a sad expression.

"Hmm" Zhao Die'er's eyes also darkened, and nodded.

That night, Ning Fan sat alone in front of Zhao Boyang's tomb, drinking alone. One sit down to the third watch.

Zhao Boyang was a mortal friend he met when he turned mortal, and after fifty years of separation, he couldn't see each other again, Ning Fan was somewhat regretful.

He looked down on life and death, and he would not be too sad, but he regretted that there was one less mortal friend to talk about wine.

In this world, there are people dying every minute, but it can make Ning Fan feel regretful. A few more

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the night was as black as ink, like a nightmare that could not be escaped.

Under Liu Yan's care, Xian Luoli had already fallen asleep. Ning Fan sometimes raised the wine gourd, sometimes took a sip of it, but raised his head. Looking at the night, his eyes are confused.

Seeing the old people pass away. It actually evoked a trace of remembrance for him, and reminded him of his hometown far away in the rain world again.

The God of War has broken through the fourth change. The purpose of coming to the wilderness has also been achieved, and it even broke through the middle stage of Duzhen by the way.

It's time to return to the East Heaven and save the War King

Liu Yan has already completed the task of melting the soul of the astrolabe, once Ning Fan returns to the Eastern Heavens, he can go to the True Thunder Realm at any time, and it is time to fulfill the last wish of the Taisu Thunder Emperor

After that, accompany Ouyang Nuanji Dan and his party, and after that, where should they go

If you want to go home and see, it seems that he can't go back to the rain world from the east sky, and he has to return to the rain world from the north and south heavens, who wants him to give up the immortal seed and become an immortal.

Looking at the red plum tree next to the tomb, Ning Fan's eyes were even more worried, he missed the snow in Qimei City a little.

"I have cultivated the truth so far, breaking through the rebellion of life and death, understanding the truth through emptiness, and I have cultivated today. Shizun is just Duzhen, and Emperor Xia is just comparable to Duzhen, and I, who was also the Bone Emperor and Nirvana Emperor of Duzhen, the cultivation of the Broken Void Emperor is as high as a mountain, and I am overwhelmed, and now, in my eyes, the Broken Void is not worth mentioning."

"In the Ancient Heavenly Court, I was chased and killed by the Immortal Immortal, and now, the Immortal Immortal is in front of my eyes, but it is just an epiphany"

"The sect master of Danzong, that is, Du Zhen, was my feared enemy, but now, but it is just a turtle in the urn, if there is time, I don't even need to use up the hole cards, I can step on the Danzong, for the Ming Bird out of a bad breath. Danzong, dry bones in the mound!"

"My cultivation is getting higher and higher, but my home is getting farther and farther away"

"Is my wife awake, mother, are you awake, is my father still fond of drinking?"

"The plum blossoms of Sifan Palace in Qimei City have bloomed a few Ninggu this year, and it is the turn of the first life"

Goo-dong, goo-dong

In the dead of night, there was only the sound of the wind, only the sound of Ning Fan drinking spiritual wine.

His cultivation has reached such a high level, but he still can't stop, he still has to move forward.

"This path of cultivation, but there is no end, the only thing I can do is to go all the way, there are still strong enemies behind me, they will not allow me to stop!"

"Emperor Moluo, Poison Dragon Ancestor, Palm Immortal Emperor, and the silver-haired Immortal Emperor who once calculated my father's mother's strong enemy, and many more!"

Ning Fan suddenly slapped the storage bag and took out a cloak puppet from the storage bag.

This cloak puppet was captured by Ning Fan when he killed the thousand-eyed old man when he was in the realm of the Six Desires Immortal King Cave, and it was a puppet of desire, and it needed to use the Six Desires puppet line to control it.

After the First World War, Ning Fan got a total of two Desire Puppets, one was the Ancient Demon Puppet in the early stage of Shekong, and the other was this puppet.

This puppet has a powerful momentum comparable to the middle stage of broken thoughts!

If Ning Fan can control this puppet, what can the old monster count! Almost as many as he comes, how many kills!

"Back then, I didn't have enough cultivation to control this puppet, but now I can give it a try!"

Ning Fan's mind moved, and the power of rain yin and yang and battle yin and yang were unsealed, and his momentum immediately soared to Cheng Dù, who was close to giving up the air.

Urging the fourth change of the battle technique, the ancient demon cultivation skyrocketed to the fourth nirvana of the heavenly demons!

After performing the soul extraction technique again, under the dual cultivation of the law body, Ning Fan was full of momentum, completely broke through the bottleneck of the void, and reached the early stage of the void!

Urging the power of the bones of the six desires in his body to the extreme, Ning Fan flew out of his fingers with an infinite number of invisible desire puppet lines. Submerged in the cloak golem.

The moment the puppet line entered its body, the cloak puppet's eyes glowed green. Unleash the earth-shattering momentum of the dragon's awakening.

That momentum was deliberately controlled by Ning Fan, and it was confined to the scope of the cemetery. It didn't spread too wide, so as not to scare the barbarians of Heavenly Barbarian City.

In order to urge the Broken Thoughts Puppet, Ning Fan's mana was consumed at an almost terrifying speed, and under his full control, the Broken Thoughts Puppet finally moved!

"I can control this puppet, but, very reluctantly, after all, I'm not a real monk yet, and my mana is still insufficient."

Ning Fan cut off the mana delivery. After resealing the rain and battle two yin and yang, the dark green in the eyes of the cloak puppet immediately dissipated, and his gaze was empty.

Putting the puppet away, Ning Fan drank the spirit wine in a sip in the night, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhao Die'er was in the dim light, quietly looking at Ning Fan's back, without disturbing, just watching it all night.

Fifty years of waiting. Finally waited for Ning Fan back, she was full of love, but she hid it all in her heart and became a secret. Didn't say it.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and Zhao Dieer's thoughts flew back to many years ago with the snowflakes.

Then. She is still young, and she spends all day building snowmen and picking plum blossoms with Ning Fan

"Do you want to go back to Bianliang to have a look?" Ning Fan's voice. Suddenly, it rang in her ears and startled her.

"I want to, but Bianliang is too far away"

"Not far. I also want to go back to Bianliang. How about you come with me once and come back before dawn?"

Before Zhao Die'er could react, she suddenly snorted, her face flushed.

As soon as his body was light, he was already grabbed by Ning Fan's waist, turned into a golden rainbow, and flew into the air.

The night was not over, but Ning Fan took Zhao Die'er and flew directly from Tianman City back to Bianliang City with a golden light.

Because of the black snow, Bianliang has been repeatedly attacked by brute beasts, and now it is a situation of ten rooms and nine emptiness, which is already dilapidated, and because of the dead of night, it is even more depressed.

Zhao Die'er has not returned to Bianliang for fifty years, this dilapidated barbarian city, she does not dare to recognize it at all, she can't imagine that this will be the once prosperous Bianliang.

Fifty years have passed, Bianliang City has changed greatly, but only the Bianhe River is the same as it was back then.

It is still a cold winter, and there are still red plums blooming on both sides of the river, but the snowflakes are no longer white, they have become pitch black, and they have become extremely incompatible with the red plums

This thing is human, which makes her want to cry, but she choked up and couldn't cry.

The most ruthless thing in this world is the years, and there is no going back when it passes

"Butterflies don't cry, this plum blossom is still there, although this snow is as black as ink, not as white as it was back then, but you can also build a snowman. ”

Ning Fan picked a red plum casually, inserted it in Zhao Die'er's sideburns, smiled slightly, and turned around to build a snowman.

Zhao Die'er suddenly remembered the past when she was a child, when she begged Ning Fan to build five snowmen, and also assigned identities to all snowmen.

'This is Daddy, this is Mother, this is Sister Siya, this is Die'er, this is Uncle. Let's live happily together, happily and carefree'

"Uncle builds a snowman for Butterfly, and when Butterfly grows up, I must marry my uncle and let my uncle build a snowman for me every day!"

Zhao Die'er's eyes were red, and her eyes were blurred with tears.

The five snowmen of that year have long passed away one after another, and now only Ning Fan and she are still alive

"Don't cry, in this world, you still have an uncle. ”

Ning Fan patted Zhao Die'er's head, this time, he only built two snowmen, one big and one small.

He looked at Zhao Die'er like a junior, like a relative, his eyes were a little dazzling, but it made Zhao Die'er attached.

"Uncle, the book says that it is not difficult for a monk of another race to become an immortal and live for 100,000 or 100,000 years. Is this true?"

"Yes. ”

"Can my uncle live that long?"

"If you don't die in the path of cultivation in battle, you should be able to live that long," Ning Fan replied with some uncertainty.

"It's a pity, Die'er can't live that long, even if Die'er is a powerful barbarian monk, she can only live for a few hundred years at most, hundreds of years later, when my uncle comes to the wilderness, I won't be able to see Die'er unless Die'er can become a barbarian ancestor," Zhao Die'er lowered her head faintly.

This is the main reason why she didn't have the courage to confess to Ning Fan, and the lifespan between her and Ning Fan is too different

"Butterfly" Ning Fan sighed slightly, but didn't know what to say to comfort Zhao Die'er.

Since the blood sacrifice of seven generations of barbarian ancestors, the barbarians have been for some reason. Unable to live forever.

Even if Ning Fan had given Zhao Die'er a lot of pills to eat, it could only prolong her life a little. It can't make her immortal

"Uncle, don't show this kind of expression, Die'er is not used to meeting her uncle in her lifetime. Butterfly is content"

Zhao Die'er mustered all her courage, her pretty face was so red that she could drip blood, and stretched out her hand, wanting to hold Ning Fan's hand.

It's a pity that before she touched Ning Fan, her movements were interrupted by an old man's laughter.

"Haha, Xiaoyou has finally returned to Bianliang again, but it really makes the old man wait! If Xiaoyou still doesn't come back after another half a year, the old man will have to take the lead with other Taoist friends. I'm looking for that opportunity, huh? Xiaoyou has really succeeded! Hey, I haven't seen you for 50 years, and Xiaoyou is already in the middle of Duzhen's cultivation!"

In the night of the Bianhe River, a painting boat suddenly sailed up, and there was only an old man on the painting boat, standing on the river snow with his hands in his hands, smiling.

This old man is the son of the Sparrow God who met Ning Fan here fifty years ago!

"Oh, I can't think of revisiting. I was able to reunite with my predecessors. ”

Ning Fan rolled up his robe, took Zhao Die'er, and flew onto the painting boat of the Bird Godson.

"Huh, this is" Finch Shenzi glanced at Zhao Die'er and said in slight surprise.

"Turning old knowledge into the past. After the deceased. ”

"Hehe, it turns out that there is still half a year before the old man said that the opportunity is alive. How about it? Xiaoyou is willing to go to the north with the old man. Looking for an opportunity?" the finch god changed his words, and he didn't pay too much attention to Zhao Die'er. Although Zhao Die'er is a barbarian monk, she is also very weak, which is not enough to attract his attention.

Zhao Die'er obediently didn't interject, she could see that the cultivation of the Bird God Son was extremely terrifying, and he was an alien power.

"The fate that the predecessors said is not the dust tree?" Ning Fan smiled.

As soon as his voice fell, the Bird Shenzi immediately looked shocked, and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief.

After a long time, he showed a look of admiration, and laughed, "Xiaoyou is really extraordinary, and he actually knows that the opportunity that the old man said is the dust tree! In the four days, there are not many monks who know the dust tree, I don't know how Xiaoyou knows the origin of the dust tree."

"Seniors, let's talk about how dangerous there will be in the trip to the north, I don't know how many helpers the seniors have invited in addition to the juniors?"

"Oh, Xiaoyou is willing to help the old man go to the north and find the dust tree together?"

The juniors want to hear the answers of the seniors first, and then reply accordingly. ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is a cautious person, in order to win Xiaoyou's cultivation as a helper, the old man will tell Xiaoyou the details of this trip!"

After saying that, the Bird Shenzi took out a jade slip and engraved something in it and handed it to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan swept the jade slip with a thought, his face changed slightly, and after dozens of breaths, he returned the jade slip to the finch god son and groaned.

The demon clan is in the wilderness, occupying a total of seven barbarian domains, where the dust tree is located, located in the 'Yellow River Snow Valley' on the periphery of the seven domains, and is sealed in the secret land, guarded by a few strong people of the demon clan.

Now, the wilderness has fallen into a big chaos, and the strong people of the demon clan have poured out of the nest, sparing no effort to unblock the remnants of the formation, and there are not too many strong people left behind in the headquarters.

If at this time, sneak into the Yellow River Snow Valley and steal dust trees, the danger is not great.

If the dust tree dust flower is obtained, the monk of the first gate of heaven and man is expected to open the second gate of heaven and man, for Ning Fan, the dust flower is indeed very tempting.

The passage to leave the boundary gate of the Savage Ancient Realm is open every ten years, and there are still two years before the next opening time.

Before leaving the wilderness, Ning Fan didn't mind going to the Yellow River Snow Valley and stealing the dust, trees, and flowers

"In addition to the old man, there are four other Taoist friends on this trip, and at least there are also peak cultivators of Duzhen, all of whom are powerful monks in the Northern Heavenly Immortal Realm, each with magical powers, all of whom are helpful in picking dust flowers. If you join the team, there will be a total of six people on the trip. What's the matter, would you like to work with the old man to take the dust flower?" asked the finch god with a look of anticipation.

Ning Fan's cultivation is not enough for the Sparrow God to pay attention to. But Ning Fan was a monk of the unity of heaven and man after all, and he was of other help in picking dust flowers.

"It's okay, the younger generation is also very interested in the dust flower, so I will take the dust flower with the seniors, why not! I don't know how to distribute the dust flower that I finally get."

If possible, the old man will help Xiaoyou pick some dust flowers as much as possible, and as for other people, the old man may not be able to help. ”

The Sparrow smiled unscrupulously. Although they act as a team, if they want to be dusty, they must rely on their own abilities

"I see," Ning Fan looked thoughtful.

At this moment, in the night of the Bianhe River, four rainbows suddenly escaped, three men and one woman, all of whom were Terran monks.

Among the four monks, the woman has the highest cultivation, a beautiful woman in blue, with a mid-term cultivation in the air, beautiful eyes and frost, and a cold temperament that rejects people.

The other three, one is a dwarf, who has the cultivation of the early stage of Shekong, and the other is a scarf man, who is also in the early stage of Shekong.

The last man, born with four eyes, although he only had the peak cultivation of Du Zhen, there was an evil aura around his body.

These four people flew over and landed directly on the painting boat of the Sparrow Godson, who were the other four helpers invited by the Sparrow Godson.

The beautiful woman in blue only glanced at Ning Fan lightly, then looked away arrogantly, obviously not interested in Ning Fan, but raised her eyebrows at Zhao Die'er, who was a barbarian monk.

As soon as the scarf man got on the painting boat, he laughed, and there was an extremely strong spirit momentum all over his body, obviously a body refining cultivator.

This person only glanced at Ning Fan, and his eyes immediately lit up, but he shook his head slightly, as if he was regretting that Ning Fan was only the first Nirvana of the Heavenly Demon's refining realm.

The four-eyed man didn't say a word the whole time, like a zombie.

The dwarf man was only as tall as Ning Fan's belt, but his expression was very arrogant.

As soon as Fang got on the boat, this person only glanced at Ning Fan, and immediately asked the Sparrow Divine Son,

"Fellow Daoist of the Bird God, this is what you call the help? Ghost Xuan Cultivation, what use can it be! This seat doesn't want to take a burden to pick dust flowers!" The dwarf man snorted coldly, as if he didn't know the fact that Ning Fan was a celestial monk. The unity of heaven and man is a matter of importance, and the son of the finch god did not sue outsiders at all.

"Hehe, Tu Daoyou is wrong, this Ning Daoyou is not a ghost now, but in the middle stage of Duzhen. The Sparrow smiled meaningfully.

"Duzhen Middle Stage!This son broke through Duzhen and cultivated to the middle stage realm, it only took fifty years?!" The dwarf man exclaimed, and the other three also looked at Ning Fan in surprise.

The dwarf man looked at Ning Fan's expression again, and then he suddenly grinned, showed his white teeth, and said,

"Xiaoyou also wants to join me and go to get dust flowers?"

"Yes. ”

"If you want to join the team, you can, as long as you can pass the test of Guò Main Seat!" the dwarf man's gaze swept towards Ning Fan like lightning, as if an elder looked at a junior, and said arrogantly.

"What test?" Ning Fan asked with an expressionless face.

"Take out all your strength and shoot at this seat, if you can make this seat move half a step on this boat, this seat will recognize your strength and allow you to join the team and search for dust flowers together!"

The dwarf man smiled coldly, he didn't believe that Ning Fan had the strength to let him move half a step!

"You, are you sure?" Ning Fan looked at the dwarf man expressionlessly, and for no reason, the dwarf man felt a little trembling, and he was inexplicable.

"Strange! This son is obviously just a junior Duzhen, why can he make the old man's heart tremble with just one look?"

The dwarf man naturally didn't know that Ning Fan was a ruthless person who could even kill in the air period, and that was the reason why his heart trembled.

"Hehe, I'm sure, let's make a move, if you can make this seat move half a step, I'm very kind and allow you to join the team!"

(The second is late, it's been a night, it's not changed, wash and sleep) (to be continued......)