With Ning Fan's cultivation, if he wanted to fix which life immortal, the other party would not be able to break free no matter what.

The strange man was frozen, unable to break free, and immediately roared like a beast, manic and angry.

Ning Fan ignored the stranger's roar, his body shook, he came to the stranger, stretched out his palm, pressed it on the stranger's heavenly spirit, and ran the anti-spirit technique, trying to peek into the stranger's memory.

However, to his surprise, the sea of consciousness of this strange man was actually black, like an ocean of ink gathered together, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

There was even a drop of ink that was extremely black, and suddenly flew out from the strange heavenly spirit, and rushed straight to Ning Fan Tianling. This mutation appeared too quickly, and with Ning Fan's reaction speed, he was a little caught off guard, even if he changed to an immortal emperor-level powerhouse to search for the memories of strange people, it was difficult to avoid the attack of ink!

At the critical moment, a golden light shield defended itself outside Ning Fan's body, blocking the ink and making it impossible to approach.

One blow missed, and the ink was like a spiritual intelligence, and it disappeared in an instant at a speed that could not be seen. As for the strange man's body, after the ink left his body, little by little, like ink dripping in water, gradually faded, and gradually disappeared from heaven and earth, as if it had never existed...

"That ink, what's that..."

Ning Fan's face sank like water, if it weren't for the fact that he was armed with the Exterminating God Shield to defend himself, he would definitely be invaded by that ink into the Heavenly Spirit, and no one could predict what the consequences would be after that.

The speed of the ink attack is too fast, and I am afraid that among the Immortal Emperors, few of them can make a defense. The speed at which the ink is far away is unimaginably fast, and with Ning Fan's speed, it is difficult to catch up with that drop of ink...

In the middle of the silence, in the endless starry sky, there was a sudden sound of dripping water, which seemed to be very close and far away...

Tick, tick, tick...

Ning Fan's eyes froze slightly. When I listened carefully, the sound of the drop of water was so strange that I could no longer hear it.

Then another voice sounded in the endless void, as if some woman who was very far away and very close was whispering to him.

"Little butterfly, don't sleep, wake up..."

"Little butterfly, don't sleep... Don't sleep..."

Whose voice is it!

So familiar. Again, so strange...

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly froze, and he remembered that he had heard this voice in the Tibetan scripture tower given by the ancient chaos.

In the tenth floor of the scripture tower, there is a stone door that only a saint can push open, and there was a voice in the stone door. said to Ning Fan,

'I am your key, but you have forgotten me... You don't know the concubine...'

Was that the voice of the woman who claimed to be the key just now?

Ning Fan's expression was a little dazed. The voice just now, he was very sure, it didn't come from the Xuanyin Realm...

The voice is the same person's, but it's as if... It's from another plane...

It's so far away. But it is like it is close to the ear, and it is clearly close at hand, but it is like a awakening, a deep sleep. They exist in a staggered time and space, such as day and night, such as participants, such as life and death, such as remembering and forgetting, and can never see each other...

"This place is extremely strange, first of all, this is a paradoxical world in the painting with the Four Heavens and Nine Realms, an empty city, but there are traces of human existence... Then the strange man, then the ink, and finally the dripping water, and the familiar but unfamiliar woman's voice..."

Ning Fan was thoughtful, he couldn't understand everything here. There are a lot of things that go against common sense here, but they conform to some strange logic...

Ning Fan was like being in a dream, everything here brought him the feeling like a dream...

Dream...

Only in dreams will there be all kinds of unreasonable things, and only in dreams will people feel near and far away...

Ning Fan's eyes flashed, and following this line of thought, he figured out a lot of things in an instant, and gradually understood the world.

"I see, this world in the painting turned out to be a dream world. From the moment I stepped into this place, although I woke up, it was like a dream, and everything I saw was the manifestation of my memory in the dream, but there were also many things beyond my memory, such as the Nine Realms I did not finish in reality, but I saw the complete Nine Realms here, I did not see the strange man, but in this painting dream, I saw him... None of these are my memories, nor are they my dreams alone... In this way, this world can be integrated not only into my memories, but also into the memories of others, so as to form a complete dream..."

"I just thought of the Eastern Heaven before, and I appeared in the Eastern Heaven, and if this place is a dream, then there is an explanation..."

"Among mortals, there is a saying called lucid dreaming, which is to stay awake in a dream, and to control the development of things in the dream... My current state seems to be very similar to this lucid dream..."

"If this place is really my dream, then I can fulfill all my wishes in my dream, for example, I hope that in this dream, the cultivation of the three bloodlines of gods, demons, and demons will all reach the level of blood robbery!"

This thought had just been born in Ning Fan's heart, and Ning Fan's cultivation suddenly changed.

The blood robbery cultivation did not change, but the ancient demon cultivation broke through from the eighth nirvana of the heavenly demon to the peak of the twelfth nirvana of the heavenly demon in an instant, and in the next moment, it continued to break through and reached the [atavistic realm]!

The cultivation of the ancient demons, the first realm of atavism! It is actually a realm comparable to the first tribulation of eternity!

"Is this the power of the Atavistic Ancient Demon..."

Feeling the body that was countless times stronger, Ning Fan's eyes shook slightly.

Of course, he knew that this cultivation growth was false, and if he woke up from a dream, all growth would disappear.

Rao is like this, this place is also a little incredible, to be able to get a chance to comprehend the cultivation of the Ancestral Ancient Demons, it will definitely be of great benefit to Ning Fan to impact the bottleneck of the Ancient Demon Realm in the future!

The cultivation of the ancient gods and ancient demons also skyrocketed all the way, reaching the realm of eternal calamity.

Ning Fan could personally feel the power surging out of his body, but he couldn't comprehend the specific process of his cultivation skyrocketing.

In reality, his Hollow Tribulation did not come, and in the painting dream, he also did not experience the Hollow Tribulation, and he directly possessed the ancient gods and ancient demons of the eternal tribulation...

"Although this place is a dream, you can wantonly fantasize about your cultivation, but this fantasy must also have a limit... This is the world created by the ancestor of the Golden Fu Palace, and it must also be limited by its cultivation..."

Ning Fan tried to continuously improve the cultivation of the four bloodlines, but he could only make the cultivation of the four bloodlines. They were promoted to the level of the Nine Tribulations Peak Immortal Emperor. No matter how much you want to improve, you can't do it anyway.

"Oh, Ning Xiaoyou has only been in the painting realm for a while, and he can see through the essence of the dream in the painting in this realm?"

Outside the painting world, Mu Song and Xiang Moth all felt the changes in the Tao rules on the giant painting, although they couldn't see what Ning Fan had done specifically, they could make guesses.

If what they expected was right, Ning Fan had already taken advantage of the characteristics of dreams in the painting world to skyrocket his cultivation, and in this way, he walked in the dream world. It can undoubtedly be a lot safer.

"It's amazing. When the old man entered the picture, it took him ten days to see through the essence of the painting. There are also a large number of monks, who can't see through this until they die in the picture, but this son only took such a short time...", sighed to the moth.

"The cultivation that can be imagined in this painting realm can only reach the peak of the Nine Tribulations at the most. With this kind of cultivation, it is no big problem for this son to save his life, but he wants to bring out what the old man needs from the painting world. It's not that simple... If you can't open your eyes..."Mu Songdao was expecting it, with worry.

In four days, there were too few monks who could open their eyes. If you don't open your eyes, you won't be able to see what the people of Mumatsu Road need...

"I see the world. Can you see..."

...

Ning Fan used the fantasy in his dream to make his cultivation skyrocket, and at this moment, his four bloodlines were superimposed. It can almost burst out with the combat power of a first-order quasi-saint!

With his strength at the moment, using the God Exterminating Shield was no longer simply defending against the attacks of the Eight Tribulation Immortal Emperors. It was the attack of the second-order quasi-saint, and Ning Fan also had a lot of confidence to take it!

"I hope... With the speed of the ninth death of the golden light of the earth!"

As soon as Ning Fan stepped into the void, nine retreating pale golden ripples suddenly appeared under his feet, and his figure suddenly burst out, actually chasing straight away in the direction that the ink had fled before.

He still didn't know what the eyes Mu Song needed at the moment, but he had a vague premonition that if he caught that drop of ink, he should be able to find some clues.

The speed of the ninth passing of the golden light was too fast, this was a speed that Ning Fan had never experienced, as if he could reach any point in the Eastern Heaven from where he was in just one step!

This kind of speed is beyond Ning Fan's understanding, in reality, he is far from reaching this speed, but here, there is a rare opportunity to experience.

With just one shake, Ning Fan crossed the hundreds of millions of galaxies, blocking in front of the ink that fled in a hurry, and with a little bend of his fingers, there was suddenly a force of Heaven Fixing at the level of a quasi-saint, and the ink was directly fixed in the starry sky.

"Yang carp..."

Above the ink, a stiff sound suddenly sounded, and then it erupted with an almost terrifying temperature, directly incinerating the Heaven Fixing Technique that bound it into nothing.

It was the power of the Extreme Yang, that little drop of ink, and it possessed a terrifying Yang power that was enough to incinerate the first-order quasi-saint.

"What a strong yang force, this is... The power of the Yang Dao Source!"

The heat wave on his face came, which made Ning Fan's expression condense.

He had already heard what the Dao Source was from the people of Mu Song Dao. He also knew that the Liangyi Sifang Seal he seized was a treasure containing the power of the Yin and Yang Dao sources.

What Ning Fan didn't know was that Mu Song Dao people had created the Liangyi Sifang Seal in order to suppress the power of the Yin and Yang Dao Source of the Golden Sky Black Map, but unfortunately, with Mu Song's second-order quasi-saint cultivation, plus the power of the Liangyi Sifang Seal, every time he entered the map, he was still seriously injured, and he could only barely save his life...

In his life, Mu Song has entered the painting world of the second picture 7 times, and each time, he will be severely injured by a certain murderous object in the picture.

He had 7 chances to bring out his eyes from the painting world, but only 1 time succeeded in bringing it out.

Compared to Mu Song, Sen Luo was much luckier, he only entered the second picture once, and he successfully brought out an eyeball, which made Mu Song owe him a cause and effect.

It is precisely because this picture is extremely dangerous that Mu Song is reluctant to enter the picture in person, he has entered this picture too many times, and once he enters this picture, he will be detected by the murderous thing... He can only ask someone to do it for him, and the one who asks must be someone who has not been in the picture...

"I'm still a little worried about Ning Xiaoyou's safety, if those two murderous creatures wake up..."

"Don't worry, ordinary people enter, those two murderous creatures will not wake up, the cost of their awakening is very great, unless they smell the scent of the quasi-saint primordial god, they will definitely not attack the person who comes... And even if an accident happens and the murderous thing wakes up, you and I are already prepared, and we can combine the strength of the two to forcibly drag Ning Xiaoyou out of the painting world... If the murderous thing does not wake up. For the ordinary Dao carp, with Ning Xiaoyou's cultivation after the skyrocket, coupled with the sword skills that are enough to cut off the Dao source, it is enough to run rampant in the painting world!" Mu Song Daoren said firmly.

The only thing he was worried about was that Ning Fan would not be able to open his eyes in the end, but he was not worried that Ning Fan would be in danger.

The ink seemed to be irritated by Ning Fan's Heaven Fixing Technique, and the yang power around his body became more and more vigorous, and the starry sky in the void was actually ignited by that yang power and burned up.

The place where Ning Fan stands. It has become a place where yang power gathers, and the void space is actually melted into a reddish liquid! If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation has skyrocketed at this moment, if he hadn't had the Divine Exterminator Shield Protector, he would definitely be burned directly into ashes under this yang power!

"Yin Yin Feng Frozen Sky, Town!"

Without any hesitation, Ning Fan pointed a little forward, and suddenly an extremely sharp treasure light shot out, shaking towards the starry sky.

This seal is the two Yi Quartet seals taken from the hands of Wu Laoba!

With Ning Fan cultivating at this moment. Prompting the first change of this seal, there were suddenly four cold and bone-eroding phoenix chirps coming out.

Half of the starry sky where Ning Fan stood suddenly descended like the middle of winter, giving birth to an endless power of yin and cold. Block the yang power of the ink. Half of the starry sky is extremely yang, and half of the starry sky is extremely yin, and the two begin to cancel each other out, so that the yang power of the sky is constantly weakened. The power has been reduced by more than fifty percent.

Ning Fan then flipped his hand and raised his hand, summoning the Slashing Dao Sword and urging the sword technique of the Slashing Dao Divine Sword. Towards the front is a split.

With his current perception of the Dao Cutting Divine Sword, without the help of the Liangyi Quartet Seal, I am afraid it would be difficult to cut off such a terrifying yang power.

Fortunately, his cultivation has skyrocketed, and this sword is also very powerful, directly splitting the densely intertwined Yang Dao source in front of him!

The power of the Yang Dao Source around him had already been weakened by the Liangyi Sifang Seal, where could he still withstand Ning Fan's sword, and it suddenly collapsed like a mountain, and half of the sky where the ink was located actually fell into a crazy collapse in an instant.

"It's no match..."

The ink seemed to be afraid of Ning Fan, and he no longer fell in love with the war, but disappeared directly from the collapsed starry sky in a flash.

The surrounding momentum gradually subsided, Ning Fan put away the treasure seal and Dao sword, and tried his best to disperse his divine thoughts, searching for the whereabouts of the ink, but in vain.

The ink, like evaporating in a dream, is gone...

What's even more troublesome is that the essence around Ning Fan began to change, and it gradually changed back to the scenery of Ning's house in Haining.

Standing in the city of Haining Ning's family, Ning Fan's eyes were dazed for a moment.

His cultivation has regressed to the level that he has just entered the realm of painting.

A part of his memory seemed to have been erased, and he didn't remember that he had just fought with that strange ink...

His memory seems to have returned to the moment when he had just entered the realm of painting...

"Here it is... Haining Ning Family!" Ning Fan's eyes condensed slightly.

"I've stepped into the world of paintings, but why, I'm here... Are the pictures here all hallucinations..."

Ning Fan had a strange feeling, and always felt that in the same words, he seemed to have said the same scene, where did he seem to have seen it...

Why do you have such a strange idea?

Can't remember...

He began to search the place as he had just entered the realm of painting, and what he saw was naturally an empty city...

Then, he began to explore other nethers, and then, he appeared in the Eastern Heavens, and then, he met strange people, and then, he saw the strange ink, and then... I heard the sound of dripping water, and the extremely familiar and incomparably unfamiliar woman's voice.

"Little butterfly, don't sleep, wake up..."

"Little butterfly, don't sleep... Don't sleep..."

Why, and tell me not to sleep...

Ning Fan's eyes froze, and then he was dazed for a moment, there was always a feeling of discomfort in his heart, but he couldn't find the source of the discomfort.

So, he discovered the mystery of the dream here for the second time, the cultivation of the ascension, the second time he pursued the ink, and the second time he repelled it...

Then, for the third time, he forgot everything and appeared at Haining Ning's house...

And so on...

At this moment, Ning Fan, who was trapped in the realm of the painting, did not know that there were three thousand layers in the realm of the painting, and in the deepest part of the three thousand layers, among the countless voids, there was a giant skeleton, which was dressed in gold armor and stood straight, still maintaining the posture of pointing angrily at the sky before death.

Around the giant's bones, there were two pillars of light, and on both sides of the pillars of light, there were countless chains entwined, and each locked a huge carp like a Xiuzhen star, one black and one white, both of them were sleeping with their eyes closed.

Around the two giant carps, there are many white and black ink dots swimming...

"King Qiyu, there are outside monks breaking into the realm..."A white dot suddenly swam towards the giant carp, and reported.

"Are there any monks from the outside world coming in? What kind of cultivation?" The white giant carp didn't bother to open its eyelids, looking indifferent, but the black giant carp opened its eyes slightly and asked gloomily.

"Back to the king's words, that monk seems to be just a cultivator of eternity..."

"A catastrophe for the ages? Most of this person's primordial spirit has no taste, you can eat it yourself!Don't disturb the king's sleep again!" The black giant carp snorted coldly and closed its eyes impatiently.

Seeing this, the little white dot who wanted to continue to report helplessly closed his mouth.

It originally wanted to report to the king, but this time the monks who entered this place should not be underestimated, and even the Dao Carp, which ranked fourth in the strength of the Dao Carp army, was defeated...

If it weren't for the fact that the monk couldn't get out of the infinite reincarnation of the dream world, most likely he would have caught up with this carp and killed it...

That's it, since the kings don't bother to pay attention to this cultivation, they can only deal with this person by their subordinates... (To be continued......)