"Good corpses mourn the dead, now!"

As the sound of the eyeball monster fell, the colossus on the far left continued to peel off, and the appearance was no longer blurry, and gradually became clear.

If the wonderful words are here, they will definitely be shocked again, because the appearance of this colossus is exactly the same as the appearance of the Northern Heavenly Ancestor Emperor in the top-secret dossier of the Four Ming Sects!

It was a statue of a middle-aged man with a black moon totem on the right side of the man's face, which was the emblem of the mourning clan. His hands were wrapped around countless puppet threads, his eyes were compassionate, and in that compassion, there was an indissoluble sadness. The sorrow was contagious, and it soon spread throughout the valley.

Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, evoking the saddest memories in his heart.

He thought of his mother, with a pale countenance, who sacrificed all the demon blood and turned into a stone statue just to save the child's life.

He thought of his father, under the calculation of the Immortal Emperor of Palm Fortune, he roared in sorrow and despair, and lost the memory of the love in his heart little by little.

He remembered the old devil, that year, on the Qimei City, the old devil was abolished by the Emperor of Buxiao Tu Ni himself, and the old devil showed an old and sad expression for the first time, like a dying old man

Ning Fan was suddenly startled, and before he knew it, he had shed tears.

He was assimilated by the sadness of mourning the ancient statue, and this sadness has a kind of empathetic power!

"Who is this statue sculpting, and there is such a powerful sadness that I sink into it and can't extricate myself!"

Ning Fan's divine thoughts rushed out of the lake, and when he saw the image of mourning that continued to exude sorrow, his eyes were moved.

"Hey, hey. This is a statue of the Emperor who mourned the death, boy, pay tribute to the demeanor of the Northern Heavenly Ancestor Emperor. Break the art of blessing. But his strength is indispensable. ”

The eyeball monster smiled and replied. But he was muttering secretly in his heart.

"Mourning, mourning, I used to have a good relationship, and today I borrow your strength, you shouldn't mind. Hey, you're dead, how can you mind. Even your daughter is dead, and in today's world, there are few old acquaintances. It's really lonely."

He continued to urge the supernatural powers, and the words in his mouth were recited. The mourning of the ancient statues, the pressure is getting heavier and heavier, making the whole valley. are all shrouded in his coercion.

That coercion. As if turning into an invisible hand, he suddenly shot out and tore it fiercely in the direction of the lake, and Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake immediately felt a sharp pain like tearing all over his body. It was as if at this very moment, his word was torn open by the invisible hand!

On the right half of his body, blood immediately oozed out of his skin, staining the white clothes on his body. Dissolves in the water of the lake.

Immediately afterward, even the flesh and blood dissolved little by little in the lake water. Only the white bones under the skin and flesh remain.

Losing his flesh and blood, Ning Fan's right half of his body suddenly looked shriveled, and his clothes were attached to the white bones, with a feeling of emptiness.

And with the dissolution of half of his body, the power of the blessing that imprisoned Ning Fan's primordial god was weakened by one thousandth.

At this moment, an extremely large immortal qi in the lake water flowed wildly towards the right half of Ning Fan's body.

That immortal power seemed to be incompatible with the power of his Yin Yang Demon Vein, as if they were inherently two hostile forces, unable to coexist.

Rao is like this, and the power of immortality is still nourishing Ning Fan's injured body. As a result, a strange scene appeared at the bottom of the lake.

The right half of Ning Fan's body was only white bones, and no flesh and blood could be seen, while the left half of his body was still intact under the nourishment of immortal qi.

Gradually, the immortal power entangled Ning Fan's skeleton, causing a scene of flesh and blood reorganization to immediately appear on the empty white bones.

In just a few breaths, the right half of Ning Fan's body was reshaped at the bottom of the lake, and it was not the slightest difference from the previous physical body!

"It's not enough!

The eyeball monster's gaze fell on the second colossus, and he snorted angrily, "Yin Mo, Yin Mo, you are my body, I am your eyes, you and I are one, I use your power, isn't it too much?"

The eyeball monster had words in his mouth, and the second colossus gradually became clear.

It was a topless portrait of an old man, wrapped in an animal skin skirt and his hair tied into numerous braids.

Its appearance is clearly the same as that of the ancient statue of the old man on the ninth floor of Tianque!

This is the statue of Yin Mo Ancestor! Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly. First the image of mourning, and then the image of yin ink, is there any connection between the two?

On the ancient statue of mourning, there is an indissoluble sadness.

On the ancient statue of Yin Mo, there is an almost crazy killing intent.

A fierce killing intent like a storm suddenly vented from the Yin Ink statue and pressed heavily towards the entire valley.

This killing intent was not much weaker than the sorrow of mourning the death of the emperor, and it also shrouded Ning Fan in it.

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned bloody, and the tyrannical killing intent began to grow.

It was a kind of killing intent that almost six relatives did not recognize, and any creature that appeared in front of him had to kill, kill, kill!

"This killing intent is very similar to the feeling of erosion by the power of tribulation. Now that my blood robbery has become small, this bit of killing intent can't mess with my sanity!"

Ning Fan's body flashed with red thoughts, and he dispersed this killing intent.

He can allow himself to be moved by pathos, but he can not allow himself to be eroded by murderous intent.

As the second ancient statue killing intent descended, the tearing power blessed on Ning Fan's body was immediately doubled!

This time, even the left half of Ning Fan's body began to dissolve, and with the blessing of immortal power, the dissolved part was quickly reorganized.

"It's still not enough. Do you want to use the power of your own corpse, use it, immortal brother, little brother borrow your power, offend, don't be weird" The eyeball monster glanced at the third colossus, his expression was cautious, and he seemed to be afraid of the third colossus.

"My corpse is immortal, now!"

Thundered!

As soon as the eyeball monster's voice fell, countless black clouds immediately appeared above the valley. Those clouds of calamity are all transformed by immortal qi!

Black thunder fell from the sky, and in the roar of ten thousand thunders, the appearance of the third colossus became clear little by little.

It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with long hair scattered. The appearance is ordinary, but the eyes are so bright that people dare not force them to look.

I can't describe the bright gaze, just like in his eyes. It's like a starry sky.

In that gaze, there is an unforgettable longing, which is the longing for the starry sky of the homeland

This longing was silent, but in an instant, Ning Fan was enveloped in it and aroused Ning Fan's homesickness.

Ning Fan seemed to resonate with the third ancient statue. It seems that you can feel the love that has been handed down to the present day by the people of the ancient statue countless years ago.

I miss home, I miss home, but home, it's no longer there, it's the love of the ancient statue. It's not Ning Fan's love.

In the eyes of the third ancient statue, two lines of blood and tears suddenly flowed. His home is long gone, long gone

"This is the statue of the Immortal Emperor. Take a good look at it. This person is the number one Emperor under the Purple Dou Immortal Throne! Even if the Desolate Saint sees him, he must be polite!" The look of the eyeball monster was full of awe.

In the next moment, a terrifying momentum that Ning Fan had only seen in his life suddenly suppressed from above the immortal ancient statue!

That momentum is several times stronger than the momentum of the Chaos Ancient Emperor!

That was the momentum of the First Immortal Emperor under the Purple Dou Immortal Throne!

This moment. There was an ancient voice between heaven and earth, which was an echo buried in the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao!

That was many years before the Immortal Emperor. Unwilling roar!

"My Purple Dou Immortal Cultivator, born against the calamity, buried in the bones without regrets, life and death are all for the Purple Dou Immortal!"

"The world is in the people, the world is dead, and the people are dead! This seat hereby swears that in this life and this life, I vow to kill all the enemies outside the territory and return to my homeland!"

"I beheaded the evil corpse, but the evil corpse betrayed the Purple Dou Immortal Domain, took refuge in the robber, and became the ninth generation of barbarian gods, this is the hatred of my life"

"The good corpse carries the sorrow of my life, just stay in the dream realm here, it is the last home of the Purple Dou Immortal Cultivator, the immortal void, left for you to protect yourself"

"The good corpse will wait for me to kill all the foreign monks, so I will come here and take you home"

A sound sounded in the sky above the valley, it was the echo left by the Immortal Emperor in the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, which stretched for thousands of years and has been passed down to this day.

When I heard this voice again, my eyes suddenly moistened, and tears flowed down my eyes.

But he quickly put away his tears and concentrated on controlling the formation.

He must help Ning Fan break the Blessing Technique! Then, kill Yin Mo!

Because this is the hatred of the immortal emperor's life, he wants to help the immortal hatred!

"The art of immortality, the way of life, the destiny of all heavens, all obey my orders!

The eyeball monster suddenly urged the supernatural power, and in the lake, a little blood mist suddenly flew towards the sky.

Over the valley, night fell in an instant. In that endless night, there was even a star, which was extremely dazzling, and slowly descended, which was melted by the blood mist.

It was a purple star, containing an extremely terrifying immortal aura!

In the right eye of the Immortal Emperor, there were nine star points, and this immortal star was one of the nine star points.

It's just that above this purple star, for some reason, there are many cracks

"The Immortal Emperor once fought with foreign monks, was besieged by twelve saints, and the fourth magic star in his right eye was shattered. The shattered star turned into a drop of black blood and flowed out that drop of black blood, containing the memories and thoughts of the immortal emperor for half of his life, and there was a trace of inheritance left in it, which only the monks of the immortal physique could obtain. Others, can't get"

"It's a pity that since ancient times, except for the Immortal Emperor, there has never been a second monk with an immortal physique, this blood inheritance, I'm afraid no one can get it" The eyeball monster didn't know that there was a second immortal monk born in the world, named Si Ming, and before he could grow up, he was hacked to death by Ning Fan's sword.

"In order to help this kid break the blessing technique, the old man even used up the blood of inheritance. The old man has made a lot of money this time, I hope this kid will not disappoint the old man, and he must kill Yin Mo!"

The eyeball monster suddenly drank, and the purple stars above the valley immediately turned into a purple light and shot down towards the lake.

Ning Fan, who was at the bottom of the lake, suddenly changed his gaze, and watched a purple light shoot towards his body.

He wanted to dodge, but the voice of the eyeball monster came in and out at this moment, and he dispelled the idea of dodging.

"This is the Immortal Star, the fourth of the Nine Divine Power Stars in the Right Eye of the Immortal Emperor. It is the key to breaking the art of blessing. Accept it!

Next, your physical body will crumble and reorganize a thousand times, losing its power. You're going to fall a thousand times in a crash!" the eyeball monster snapped.

At the moment when this reminder sounded, Ning Fan's physical body began to collapse for the first time, a crazy collapse!

This time, not only flesh and blood, but also bones began to crumble, starting with the right hand. Then the entire right half of the body, and then the whole body.

In just an instant, Ning Fan's robe shattered. The whole body turned into a blood mist and collapsed, leaving only the Yuan Shen, left alone at the bottom of the lake.

Even if the physical body collapses, there is still an extremely powerful blessing power above the primordial spirit. Make Ning Fan's Yuan Shen. Can't fly ten feet away from the place where the body collapses!

At this moment, the purple starlight flew into Ning Fan's Yuanshen, and Ning Fan's little face hesitated slightly, but he didn't resist this power after all.

He chose to believe in the eyeball monster once, after all, not believing in the eyeball monster is also a dead end, and he has no choice.

As soon as the purple starlight entered, Ning Fan's primordial spirit immediately enveloped in the light purple light.

The body that originally collapsed into a blood mist. In just an instant, it was reassembled. But in an instant, the body collapsed again.

Reorganization, collapse, reorganization, collapse and reorganization alternately, it is an ordeal at the level of will.

It's like a tiny blade that cuts your flesh inch by inch.

It's as if there's an iron chisel that's cutting through your bones little by little.

It's like an iron plier that pulls out your nails piece by piece, and crushes your finger bones one by one.

Then, there was a new itchy life, followed by the next round of severe pain.

With the blessing of the power of the formation, that sharp pain was magnified countless times. Ning Fan always treated him coldly.

His will has been tempered too much, and he has tasted too much of this pain, and he has long been numb.

It's just that the physical collapse again and again has finally brought a lot of injuries to Ning Fan's Yuan Shen, and he can't ignore this injury.

After ten collapses, Ning Fan's little face was as pale as paper.

After twenty collapses, Ning Fan's primordial spirit was already a little illusory.

Thirty times, forty times, Ning Fan's primordial spirit was finally on the verge of dissipation, and his consciousness was gradually lost. As soon as the primordial spirit is dispersed, he will die, just like so many people who died on the path of cultivation, dying quietly.

Are you willing?

Are you willing to die like this?

Are you willing to be calculated and die by the Yin Mo Ancestor like this!

No, not reconciled!

"Can't be dispersed!" Ning Fan's primordial spirit suddenly looked paranoid like a demon. He doesn't want to dissipate, so even this day, he can't let him dissipate!

The lost consciousness was forcibly recalled by him!

The primordial god who was on the verge of dissipation was forcibly stabilized by him with the power of the Dao!

His paranoia seemed to be connected to the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to emit a hint of warmth, making his primordial spirit more and more condensed, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

His spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, as if there was a voice, which suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind, coming from nowhere, ethereal and difficult to find.

"Homesick and thoughtful"

"This drop of blood has half of my life's memories and longing for my hometown"

Who is it and who is speaking?

A strong force struck, Ning Fan only felt a pain in the sea, and his consciousness suddenly fell into many hallucinations.

No, it's not an illusion, it's a fragmented and messy memory.

In that memory, there was a barbarian boy wrapped in animal skins, frantically fleeing for his life on the grassland.

He was just an ordinary barbarian, without cultivation, and behind him, several Pulse Piercing monks drove flying swords, chasing after him all the way, teasing him.

Run, must run!

The tribe in the distance has long been bloody, Abba is dead, Grandma is dead, and his homeland has been invaded by the Ziwei Immortal Domain. His relatives were killed by those high-ranking crape myrtle monks

Home, gone

"Enough fun, stop chasing, kill this kid, you can go back to the errand. A young man who was tired of playing, raised the flying sword in his hand, and shot the barbarian boy who was desperately running in front of him with a sword.

The barbarian boy only felt a rush of pain, and his eyes became darker and darker, and he fell to the ground.

Is he dead, is this death?

When you die, you can see Abba and Grandma, and if you die, you can go home

When he was dying, the barbarian boy showed a warm smile, compared to being alive. Maybe it's better to be dead.

The corpse of the barbarian boy fell to the ground, those few vein-opening monks. Landing on the ground, ready to cut off the head of the barbarian boy, and go back to ask for credit.

At this moment, the sky of the entire grassland suddenly turned into a large area of purple.

There was even a man wrapped in purple light, slightly narrowing his gaze, walking towards the corpse of the barbarian boy.

The man was dressed in purple. The style is superb, and there is no trace of cultivation around the body, but it gives people a sense of invincibility.

Several of the Pulse Initiation Monks were suddenly stunned. How could they not know the man in front of them, this is an old monster who is famous in the two immortal realms of Ziwei and Beidou!

"It's him! that arrogant monk who calls himself Zidou!"

"A few months ago, this person single-handedly killed all the three thousand dead soldiers of the Ziwei Immortal Emperor, that battle. There are sixteen saints in total. Die in his hands! The entire Ziwei Immortal Domain is now wanted by this person!"

"It is rumored that after this person left, he met the Big Dipper Immortal Emperor, and after the battle, he retreated. Before this person entered the fourth step, he had the strength to fight the fourth step monk. If you enter the fourth step, among the Heavenly Immortal Emperors, who can compete with them!"

"Will he die? This man is rumored to be murderous. Vicious, we met this man. Is there a reason to live?"

A few of the juniors trembled non-stop, and their faces were bloodless with fright.

The purple-clothed young man didn't look at a few juniors, just a little bit, and these juniors immediately exploded into a blood mist and died screaming.

What about bullying the small with the big? Each of these vein-opening monks has killed a lot of barbarians, and they have a lot of karma on their hands.

If you dare to kill someone, you must have the consciousness of being killed.

"The two immortal realms of Ziwei and Beidou have completely surrendered to the Taicang Dust Realm. The dignified Immortal Emperor actually obeyed the dispatch of the Dust Realm and besieged the Ancient Barbarian Realm Ziwei and Beidou have fallen to such a point?"

"The three realms of Desolate Gu, Ziwei, and Beidou join forces, plus the powerhouses of the dust realm, I am afraid that the ancient barbarian realm will be broken soon, and there will be one more of them."

The young man in purple closed his eyes slightly, under the big era, it was difficult for him to protect himself, and he was powerless to change the status quo.

Before entering the fourth step, he is still an ant, and he is only one line away from the fourth step, but he is still far away

He hadn't seen his way yet.

"What is my path?"

The purple-clothed young man looked at the flames of the ancient barbarian realm, and suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.

He hated such a war-torn cultivation realm, and every day, countless mortals and weak people died in turmoil.

It's like this barbarian boy in front of him, who was used as a tool for teasing by the monks, and after teasing, he was even more brutally killed

"Huh, not dead?" the purple-clothed young man suddenly sighed softly.

But it was the barbarian boy who fell in a pool of blood, snorting in pain, and got up from the ground.

This young man is indeed a mortal without any cultivation.

This young man, whose heart was scrambled by a flying sword, was still alive

This young man, does he have a special physique, and it seems that the cultivation realm has never had this kind of physique.

"How could this be, why didn't I die!"

The barbarian boy suddenly howled and cried.

Abba and Mom are dead, only he is still alive

What is this!

"Why should the weak be bullied and killed by the strong, why, who set this rule!"

The barbarian boy didn't notice that there was a young man in purple standing beside him, just crying about himself.

The purple-clothed young man, but he was enlightened by the words of the barbarian boy, and the question that had been puzzled for many years had an enlightenment.

"The rule is that, the road to the fourth step, that's the difference. I haven't set my own rules yet!"

The purple-clothed young man glanced deeply at the barbarian boy and asked, "What's your name?"

The barbarian boy was shocked when he found that there was someone else next to him, and when he saw it, he was even more frightened and forgot to cry.

The wanted warrant of the purple-clothed young man has already been sent to the major immortal domains, and even if it is a mortal, there are many people who recognize him, and they all regard him as a demon who kills people without blinking.

"My name is Yin Mo," the barbarian boy replied weakly

Ning Fan was slightly startled and temporarily woke up from his memories.

He actually saw the memories of the Immortal Emperor!

It's just that in the memories of the Immortal Emperor, why is there a Yin Mo Ancestor, and why is there a Purple Dou Immortal Emperor!

Immortality, Yin Mo, mourning, these three people seem to have some kind of inexplicable connection

What especially surprised Ning Fan was that he actually saw the scene of the Purple Dou Immortal King asking the fourth step in this memory!

Zidou in the memories has obviously not stepped into the fourth step and become a generation of immortal emperors.

But he was close to the fourth step, and asked one after another.

'What is my way?'

The rules are yes, the road to the fourth step, that's the difference. I haven't set my own rules yet!'

Ning Fan, a small second-step true immortal, actually heard the Purple Dou Immortal Emperor's comprehension of the fourth step with his own ears. Although it was only two simple sentences, it was enough to shock him.

Is this considered a step ahead of others and sees the path of the fourth step?

How many saints have spent their lives and can't find how to break through the fourth step, he just saw it so simply, from the memories of the Immortal Emperor (to be continued......