The tide of blood thoughts was approaching, and the resentment in the air became even more suppressed, and ghost cries began to sound from nowhere all around.

Ning Fan opened the golden light of the protective body to a range of one zhang, and walked calmly on the frozen sea, without the slightest resentment. The general trend of this place was clearly seen by him, and even the center of the tidal burst could be speculated.

Having deduced the central location of the tidal outbreak, Ning Fan came somewhere to the east of the Sea of Blood, sat cross-legged, and waited for the tide to come.

These are three hours.

The sea of blood suddenly had a tendency to melt, and the waves under the ice resumed their flow, and the resentment was like a thick fog, covering the entire surface of the sea in a hazy haze. In the haze, there are some broken pictures from time to time, like a mirage, appearing in the misty mist.

are all some pictures of ancient flowers before they die!

"Here, every other hour, the power of the blood tide will double, and with the combined efforts of you and me, we can only support the tide until the fourth hour, and at that time, it is often the moment when memories related to the tribulation appear... This vast butterfly wants to use the seal to cultivate, and it is difficult to engrave the memory of the catastrophe from it!"

At the bottom of the deep sea, the main demon soul imprisoned by the Blood Bee Woman sneered slightly while fighting the surging resentment around her with great difficulty, looking forward to seeing Ning Fan being frustrated under the tide.

Even, in the eyes of the Blood Bee Lord Demon Soul, Ning Fan may not even be able to support the tide for an hour, and he will be hit hard by the tide.

It's a pity that this woman is destined to be disappointed, Ning Fan, who has the protection of the God Destroying Shield, regards the resentment in the sky as child's play, and there is no injury at all, and she does not even let the resentment get close.

As a blood-colored wave line rushed from the endless sea, there was a deafening sound of waves crashing here, and the wave line was getting closer and closer, and when it got closer, it was a huge wave a hundred feet high, roaring towards the place where Ning Fan was sitting.

The resentment contained in this hundred-zhang wave was extremely terrifying, if it was compared to mortals, it would be necessary to slaughter tens of thousands of mortals of the Cultivation Star to reach this amount of resentment, which was enough to make some newly promoted Immortal Venerables change color in shock. But Ning Fan responded calmly, waved his hand lightly, and in an instant, he shot hundreds of golden exercises towards the huge wave, dissolving the momentum in the huge wave, and then the huge wave came and stopped, and it was frozen in the air, as if it was still, extremely weird.

"This son actually unloaded the forward and falling momentum of the huge waves, making the huge waves still in the air! What kind of profound comprehension does this have to be the general trend of heaven and earth to do this!" At the bottom of the deep sea, the blood bee main demon soul and the second demon soul were all shocked.

Even the Hundred Flowers Emperor, who was far away in the inner hall, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised.

Ning Fan looked thoughtfully at the still waves.

"The memory of the ancient flower real person's catastrophe has been preserved to this day because of the deep resentment, covered in resentment, and the years have not changed. These memories are so fragmentary, like a whole book, torn into countless pages, even every page is shattered into countless pieces... It is too troublesome to engrave these broken memories, and even if they are engraved, you can only see scenes that cannot be connected. It's better to just take away the grievances here, and slowly study the memories in the grievances in the future, maybe you can see the whole thing from them... These grievances can also be regarded as one of the treasures of the treasure house, after all, the Hundred Flowers Emperor has a word first, if I take it away, she will have nothing to say!"

In his heart, Ning Fan actually rolled up his sleeve robe, and directly put the still waves into his sleeve!

"This son actually took away the huge waves of resentment!" The second daughter at the bottom of the deep sea was shocked.

With their comprehension of the general trend, they are far from being able to make the waves stand still in the air and let them receive, and they can often only dodge in the face of the coming waves.

But Ning Fan was able to do this, and his means were beyond the imagination of the second daughter, and it was obviously not comparable to the Idle Ten Thousand Gu Immortal Venerable!

There is such a means of repairing outside!

"The East Heavenly Potential... No, I'm afraid that this son has even cultivated the word trick, otherwise it would be impossible to be so calm in the face of the coercion of the palace that day... I underestimated this son, maybe this son doesn't have to take the cold dew of the release sentence, and there is a chance to win the spring water of the South China Sea, but he doesn't have to give up this hope completely..."Since Ning Fan entered the treasure house, the Hundred Flowers Emperor finally smiled with satisfaction for the first time, sweeping away the gloom on his face.

Then he seemed to think of something, and his eyes showed a calculating light.

Imprisoning the blood bee for many years can't confirm anything, maybe this ancient flower's dying memories fell into Ning Fan's hands, and it is more likely to reveal some secrets...

The tidal waves that rushed one after another were taken away one by one by Ning Fan with the secret of the momentum. This calmness lasted for three hours, and finally began to be a little difficult.

At this time, the concentration of resentment in the tide has already increased several times, and it will continue to climb over time. From the fourth hour onwards, Ning Fan had to turn on the golden light of the body protection to the limit.

By the ninth hour, Ning Fan's protective golden light had been somewhat dented by the surrounding resentment, if the protective golden light was removed at this moment, Ning Fan was convinced that he would be directly turned into blood by that resentment, fortunately, the tide was nearing its end, otherwise Ning Fan would not have the confidence to be able to support it for a few more hours with the sealing and cultivation.

But this was enough to make the second girl of the deep sea feel shocked.

As the last wave of tide passed, Ning Fan removed the golden light of his body and left calmly, in his sleeve, there was a palm-sized blood-red crystal, and if you listen closely, you will hear the ghost crying and the sound of waves crashing on the shore from the crystal.

It is the resentment gathered from the tide of blood thoughts that is condensed!

After reciting the incantation, a burst of light instantly appeared in the air, and Ning Fan was scrolled and teleported out of the treasure house here.

The people outside the treasure house were already impatient to wait, and they were talking about it, but at this moment, Ning Fan suddenly came out, which made everyone quiet for a moment.

Each has his own mind.

"This person is finally willing to come out, he can stay in the treasure house for so long, his magical powers are strong, he should not be underestimated, if he encounters this person in the second round, he can't be provoked too much..."

"This person has been in the treasure house for so long, and I don't know what benefits he has gained..."Naturally, there are also greedy people, but because they are afraid of Ning Fan's strength, they have restrained their hearts.

After Ning Fan came out, the meat-winged teenagers who led the way were finally willing to take everyone back to the guest room.

Those monks who had benefited from the treasure house began to get busy as soon as they returned to the guest room, and Ning Fan was no exception.

In this treasure house, he got a lot of good things, such as the Three Desolation Poison Immortals who could kill Immortal Venerable with a drop of venom, this thing Ning Fan did not use [147 novels] to kill, but planned to take it again with enough strength in the future to improve poison resistance.

It's like the six-grade Dao Spring as much as a river, it's like the huge number of Great Beidan Fang Dan pills, and it's like the entire orchard of million-year-old spiritual fruits... All kinds of benefits can be regarded as a big gain.

And the cold dew of release... Although Ning Fan didn't plan to take it, he still took it away, and didn't put it back in the end...

Naturally, there is also the memory of the failure of the ancient flower real person to cross the catastrophe. What Ning Fan brought out was not an engraved copy, but a complete emperor's death grievance, which almost drained the grievances of the entire sea of blood.

Holding the blood-red resentment crystal in his hand, Ning Fan tried to probe the divine thoughts into it little by little, and suddenly there was a pain of resentment piercing, coming from above the divine thoughts.

At the same time, what came into Ning Fan's mind was the broken memory of the failure of the Guhua real person.

It's still too broken, and I can't see the whole process of Gu Hua Zhenren's crossing of the Seventh Tribulation of the Ages, and I can only see some fragmentary pictures.

In one of the pictures, Gu Hua Zhenren is on a cyan thunder sea, using the power of an innate sword to resist the thunder attack in the thunder sea.

The second picture suddenly turned, it was a scene of the ancient flower real person disappearing, and before he died, he was still roaring words like 'I don't believe'.

In the third picture, I jumped back to the scene of preparing for the catastrophe before the catastrophe.

The fourth picture is the moment when the ancient flower real person fights the cyan thunder sea.

The fifth picture is a scene of Guhua real people watching Sanssouci orchid on the main peak of Baihua Peak before the catastrophe.

Picture 6 is...

Ning Fan paused suddenly, reversed his thoughts a little, and re-looked at a broken memory:

The sun was setting, the evening breeze was a little cold, and Guhua Zhenren seemed to have a premonition that this time the catastrophe would not go well, so he sent all the boys back and left them alone on the cliff, looking at those Sanssouci orchids, with a solemn expression.

"This seventh tribulation, I have successfully survived no more than thirty percent, it stands to reason that I should continue to suppress the tribulation, continue to accumulate strength, and wait for a greater moment. But alas, I can't wait any longer, I want to take this gamble to confirm a guess... Perhaps, that answer will break me down and drive me crazy, but I will never believe that this speculation is true! Even if it is true, I will use this calamity as bait to calculate the people behind the scenes, and once... Reverse seizure!"

"It's a pity that I originally found the twelve-grade flower emperor as a talisman, but now I only take back the eleventh grade, and I'm afraid the certainty of the reversal will be lower than expected... Once planted in the dream world of a flower, first lost the golden qi, and then withered, if not, the twelve flower emperor soul, I am at least fifty percent sure that this matter can be successful... However, if it were not for the withering of this flower, I would not have been able to comprehend it, so it is difficult to say what I gained or lost. Hey, that's the product I hope for the most in my heart, because of a butterfly and have wisdom, have feelings, but look forward to the husband and die, with the ancient heavenly court and die, it's a pity, it's a pity....

The ancient flower real person showed his magical powers, and twelve light clusters suddenly flew out of his body, each of which was a flower that exuded the breath of the emperor.

Gradually, on the twelve clusters of light, twelve thumb-sized women suddenly appeared, sleeping in their respective cores, which were transformed by the spirit of the flowers, all of them extremely beautiful women.

Among them, the largest and most illusory one, the sleeping female spirit on it, has a very familiar appearance to Ning Fan.

Xu Qiuling...

"Only you are missing..."Gu Hua Zhenren looked at those scarefree orchids that were as pale as sick and weak beauties, and sighed slightly, the twelfth illusory flower, the flower that carried Xiao like Xu Qiuling, suddenly faded and disappeared, leaving only the other eleven products...

That's it.

Ning Fan took a breath and watched this scene over and over again. In the soul, it seems that there is a trill trembling, constantly colliding...

The Flower Emperor, who lost his life and died with the heavenly court, butterflies, and the spirit of the flower that is the same as Xu Qiuling...

That countenance, that enough to bring his soul to tremble... That flower, could it be... Ling'er's past life...

And the butterflies related to the ancient heavenly court in the story refer to, is he...

Did he have any intersection with Ling'er in his previous life...

Ling'er... Did he look at his husband and die in his previous life, and he looked at his husband, and he was the one who looked at him...

Ning Fan's expression darkened, and he couldn't tell what he felt.

In the past life, there was life and death, and in this life, there was also a hand in hand, but the first time I met strangely, I didn't know that in the sea of people, but I didn't know...

Reincarnation is like a stranger... Transmigration... If unfamiliar...

Suddenly, Ning Fan understood something.

No wonder he cares so much about the Sanssouci orchid on Baihua Peak, he always has the feeling that he can't take his eyes off, presumably the type of flower emperor in Ling'er's previous life is this Sanssouci orchid.

Only the flowers that Ling'er has turned into are worthy of letting him take a closer look.

Sanssouci orchid, Wangfu Lan...