Yue country, away from the hatred mountain, it rained lightly today.

It is rainy in the rain world, and it is very common for the country to have rain in Vietnam.

Two years ago, there was a Hehuan Sect built here, but this sect was destroyed overnight by Han Yuanji, the 'medicine honor' of the Yue Kingdom!

This is the place where the old devil's unlucky apprentice died tragically, and it is also the place where the old devil and Ning Fan met.

This is the place where Ning Fan made up for the female demon, and it is also the place where he first met the paper crane.

It's the beginning and it's the end.

Since the collapse of the Hehuan Sect, only ruins remain here, the spiritual veins at the bottom of the mountain are also broken, the spiritual energy does not exist, and no monks have established the sect again. Nowadays, only woodcutters occasionally go up the mountain to chop wood, and there are occasional mountain rumors in the mountains.

In the midst of the rain, a young man in white clothes and black clothes stood on the top of the mountain, listening to the song and his eyes slightly closed.

In my mind, scenes of memories swirled.

On Zhou's body, before the raindrops wet his robe, he strangely deviated from the trajectory and did not fall on the young man.

The magic power that makes the raindrops deviate from the trajectory is called, the divine will of the rain!

"I have deviated from my destiny here, and I am no longer me. The rain deviates from its trajectory, but it is still not as good as the rain, too fickle"

The young man opened his eyes, and a trace of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

The old devil is gone, Dugu is gone, Qimei is cold, there is rain in the rain world, and it is also cold from the hated mountain.

As soon as the old demon leaves, after a hundred years, the Nirvana Emperor may not threaten himself, if he finds a place to hide, it is easier than that, and he will avoid the confrontation with the Nirvana Emperor.

A hundred years of broken emptiness, it is difficult to win the Nirvana Emperor for a hundred years, it is difficult to escape, why not escape

Why don't you run away, why do you still have to be persistent, why do you have to desperately improve your strength

Cultivating demons, why and for what?

Ning Fan's heart, the demon in his heart is gradually rising, if this demon is not killed, he will not be able to marry Dan for the rest of his life, and he will be harassed by it for the rest of his life.

"Perhaps, it is more prudent to listen to the words of the master, give up the empty talk ideals of a hundred years of broken emptiness, give up competing with the Emperor Nirvana, and be safe and stable for a thousand years."

"But Han Nietian, he hurt his master!

In an instant, Ning Fan's heart demon was pressed down, and Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and the entire rain away from the hated mountain was suddenly endowed with a trace of strange charm, and it actually stopped in mid-air, not falling, not moving, as if suspended, the world seemed to be still!

Let the rain no longer fall, because the young man's god of rain is endowed with a hint of artistic conception - the heart of the sky!

This rebellion makes the rain hang upside down, and this rebellion makes the demons in the heart be suppressed by life. This rebellion is regarded by young people as a fundamental means to kill the demons!

"It's not enough, if I rely on the divine will of the rain, I can make this drizzle in the sky, and roll up the sky, then the will is enough, at that time, even if I don't cut love, I can destroy the heart demon!"

The young man took all his expressions, took one last look at the ruins of the Hehuan Sect, and after a moment of silence, he teleported and disappeared into a slight drizzle.

When he left, the cause and effect of the Hehuan Sect was cut off.

And the strange scene of the mountain rain just now had already made several woodcutters chopping wood in the mountains tremble.

"Oh my God, this rain, why did it suddenly stop just now, it's really daylight, this place, it's really evil, it's better to go home quickly"

A day later, the rain stopped, and the sky was bright.

On the ruins of the Tianli Sect, a young man in white clothes and black man, with a flash of black light, appeared out of thin air and did not attract anyone's attention.

The sky is gone, the sect is completely destroyed, but there are still many half-destroyed elixirs and magic weapons in the ruins, which attract many monks to camp in the ruins and search for treasure in the ruins.

There are also many cultivators who are secretly lurking here, and once they find out which monk has found something good from the ruins, it is very likely that they will take the treasure from that monk.

Ning Fan appeared on the ruins, his mind swept away thousands of miles, and everything that happened was suddenly clear.

Looking at this ruin, he closed his eyes slightly, he came here, not to hunt for treasure, but to end the rest of his heart.

He closed his eyes, and for a long time, there was rain in the sky.

Immediately, the light rain was like Su, and the light rain seemed to be led by Ning Fan's heart.

And Ning Fan closed his eyes and said to himself,

"The divine will of the rain of the finch god is planted with three thoughts, the first thought, for the killing intent, the second thought, for the war intent, and the third thought, for the adverse intent. Only when these three thoughts are integrated can you gain your own divine will. I have adversity, although it is not enough, but I will be able to fully understand it in the future. Killing intent, I also have it, on this day from the ruins, my killing intent is unbearable!"

Ning Fan's mind recalled the damage suffered by Ning Gu in the Tianli Sect, and recalled the bitterness of Ning Gu's lifelong inability to cultivate. His heart was wrapped in indifferent killing intent, and the killing intent was still rising!

Several of the Pulse Initiation Monks on the side obviously didn't know how terrible the young man was.

They have been searching for treasure here for many days, but they have only found some broken copper and iron, and they are naturally irritable.

They were not interested in Ning Fan, not even in the rain that fell out of thin air.

But they were suddenly very interested in Ning Fan's treasure!

"Top-grade magic weapon?!Or is it a golden spirit suit?!Or is it a three-turn elixir?!Why does this compass flicker so violently!"

Among the several people, a rat-bearded man, holding a treasure hunting compass, looked at Ning Fan with fiery eyes.

They are looking for treasures here, naturally they are casual cultivators, and a few of them occasionally do the work of cultivators.

The ruins of Tianli Sect have been searched by many monks, among which there are very few magic weapons, but Ning Fan in front of him seems to be a big fat sheep, and he doesn't know how many treasures he has on his body, which can make the treasure hunting compass shake so violently.

The rat-whiskered man with some eyesight even saw the green silk ribbon and the ancient beast bracer from Ning Fan's hair and wrist, each of which was a golden spirit costume and was very valuable.

Ning Fan, it's really a fat sheep! And it seems that Ning Fan, a fat sheep, is extremely young, and most of his cultivation is not very high.

Everyone couldn't see Ning Fan's cultivation, so they regarded Ning Fan as a lowly son.

I don't know which son actually went to Tianli Sect to enjoy the flowers and see the rain, I really don't know whether to live or die, I don't know that there are many loose cultivators and bandits here, all of them are outlaws!

"Kill"

The rat-bearded man whispered an order to the big man on the side who had opened the seventh layer of the vein, and the big man immediately showed a cruel smile, rubbed his fists, and approached Ning Fan.

Killing Ning Fan, in Dahan's opinion, is definitely not much more difficult than pinching an ant to death.

But the closer he got to Ning Fan, the more he found that a sense of crisis of being targeted by the beast rose in his heart, making his pace gradually slow down.

And when he walked ten zhang away from Ning Fan, a killing intent like a fierce beast in the wilderness made his blood surge, and he was horrified to find that it was difficult for him to get close to Ning Fan for half a minute!

At this moment, no matter how stupid this big man is, he can see that Ning Fan is not a son or a fat sheep, but a hidden peerless master!

And the rat-bearded man was even more pale, and when he saw Ning Fan's eyelids move, he immediately shouted,

"Brethren, run away!"

At this moment, Ning Fan opened his eyes, and within a hundred zhang, a drop of rain suddenly turned into a sword!

"It's late!" Ning Fan's eyes were cold, and within the rain curtain, the rat-whiskered man and others were directly drenched into a sieve by the rain, and blood splattered on the barren hills!

Killing these vein-opening scattered cultivators, Ning Fan didn't use a trace of mana at all, just used the divine intent of rain to fuse the killing intent and the killing intent that could not hurt people, and turned it into a weapon and killed these scattered cultivators.

Not enough of the murderous aura in the divine will, compared to the Bird Divine Son, it is fundamentally different but Ning Fan is indeed in the divine will of the rain, integrated into the second artistic conception.

The third artistic conception of reversing and killing the Sparrow Divine Son is the will to fight, but Ning Fan is different from the Bird Divine Son, he cultivates demons, not to dominate one side. He improved his strength, not to fight the world bloodily.

In essence, maybe he is the same as Ning Gu, like the paper crane, he doesn't like to kill, but he has no choice.

Above the ruins, the other scattered cultivators realized the shocking change here, and immediately someone recognized Ning Fan's appearance.

"Ghost Ghost Bird Ning Zun! A ruthless person who can even be killed by the old demon of Ziyin!, why did such a character come to Tianli Ruins, is it here to hunt for treasure?"

Ning Fan didn't answer these people's questions, only flashed and turned into an ice rainbow and left.

"Hehuan Sect, there is reverse. Heaven leaves the sect, there is killing. And Hanyue Mountain, there is depression and loneliness. I once obtained Hu Fengzi Xiudan, and promised to protect the Hu family and the Hu family, there should be no cause and effect in the Yue Kingdom."

Ning Fan's retreat gradually disappeared into the rain, and the rain gradually stopped.

One by one, the monks breathed a sigh of relief after Ning Fan left.

And those who have a heart are wondering, what kind of magical power is Ning Fan's terrifying method of killing several loose cultivators with rain just now?

It's just that, with their lowly realm, I'm afraid that they won't be able to understand it for the rest of their lives.

The only conclusion that can be drawn is that the ghost bird Ning Zun is indeed an extremely terrifying master

The west of the Hanyue Mountain, once famous for the Moon Cold Spring. The Hu family in Xiyue was once prosperous because of the ancestor Hu Fengzi.

But since Wang Yao's arrival, the elite of the Hu family died, and the ancestor even took the corpse rot pill and died tragically. The Hu family declined, and the Yuehan Spring Water was also taken away by a powerful person.

Who took away the Moon Cold Spring, the Hu family monks didn't say anything to the outside world, but those who had a heart still found out that this matter had something to do with the ghost bird Ning Zun.

But now that Ning Fan is in the middle of the day in the Yue Kingdom, who would not open his eyes and be embarrassed with Ning Fan for the sake of a spiritual spring?

With the decline of the Hu family, there is less attention to the Hu family, and most of the Xiuzhen clans who were close to the Hu family in the past have cut off contact with the Hu family, and there are even many enemies who are looking for provocations.

And even the Purple Light Sect, which has always been good friends, spies on the Hu family, and even asks the Hu family to merge into the Purple Light Sect!

Without him, in the battle of Demon Yue, the Purple Light Sect suffered a lot of losses, and the head of the sect was seriously injured, and now it really needs to annex some small Xiuzhen clans to replenish their strength.

In the hall of the Hu family, about the Purple Light Sect, the high-level of the Hu family is talking a lot.

"Purple Light Sect, how can you be so deceitful?!Family Master, why don't we ask Ning Zun for help. An elder of the Hu family, an early stage elder of the Soul Fusion, advised.

"Ning Zun this matter, it is better not to trouble him, he agreed with his ancestor to protect the Hu family three times, if it is just for such a trivial matter, please move him" Hu Ming, the young man in black that day, had become the head of the Hu family, and shook his head helplessly at the elder's construction.

The Hu family was all planted by Ning Fan to forbid Ning Fan's personality, Hu Ming didn't know, so it was best not to annoy Ning Fan. If Ning Fan was unwilling to help, but in a fit of anger, he urged the forbidden mind and destroyed all the monks of the Hu family, then the last bloodline of the Hu family would be cut off

If you can not ask for people, you will not ask for the requirements of the Purple Light Sect, and then think of a way.

But at this moment, from the cold moon mountain in the distance, an ethereal sound, mixed with divine thoughts, suddenly sounded in the clan hall.

"Don't worry, what Ning promised will not be reversed. This time, I will make a shot for your Hu family. Hu Ming, come to Hanyue Mountain to see me. ”

At the top of the cold moon, Ning Fan stood in front of a tombless monument, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Hu Fengzi, for the survival of the clan, his soul was scattered, and he would never enter reincarnation, in exchange for Ning Fan's three shots

Is this worth it?

A hint of rain gradually rose around him. On Cold Moon Mountain, there seems to be Hu Fengzi's Dao, and that Dao is secretly in harmony with Ning Fan's Dao.

Is it worth it?

Cultivating demons all the way, trapped by love, burdened by kindness, and forced by hatred, is it worth it?

The light rain sprinkled on the Cold Moon Mountain.

In the sound of rain, there was a hint of dazedness.

"I've been all the way, for what, is it worth the rain, it's silent, what benefits does it get, and is it worth it?"