Sou!

The little snowman moved and disappeared in front of Ning Fan's eyes.

Ning Fan was not in a hurry to chase, his palm made a move in the wind and snow, and the amount of memory and artistic conception was scattered, and the breath and footprints that dissipated gradually became clear and distinct.

Identifying a direction, Ning Fan took a step like smoke and floated to the top of a snow-capped mountain.

The snow-capped mountain is more than 7,000 feet high, and on its peak, there is indeed a small snowman.

Xiao Xue was panting and puffing, as if the transfer technique just now had a great load on her body.

Seeing Ning Fan chasing after him again, the little snowman hurriedly fled and moved away.

This time she fled in such a hurry that she didn't even notice a scroll falling out of her body and landing on the snow.

Ning Fan smiled playfully, this little girl ran very fast, ordinary people don't say that they can't find her, even if they do, few people can catch up with her.

Instead of chasing it immediately, he casually picked up the scroll and shook his head with a smile.

"I don't know what to do when something drops..."

As soon as he spoke, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly froze, and from this scroll, he sensed a trace of extremely faint demonic energy, which made his demonic blood tremble.

Nor is he in a hurry to chase the snowman, but stretches out the scroll and glances at it lightly.

This scroll is made of the skin of some kind of demon beast, and it is extremely ancient.

In the scroll, there is a broken magic scripture. The Demon Sutra is a bone script, the handwriting is beautiful but there are bones, and the writer should be a woman. From the beginning of the handwriting, the writer was an ancient monk.

For some reason, Ning Fan always felt that the handwriting on this scroll was a little familiar, and when he thought about it carefully, it was the same as the one he saw on the stone tablet outside the Dusk Snow Pavilion.

"Is it the Troll Ancestor who recorded this Demon Sutra..."

Ning Fan looked at the Demon Sutra carefully, this Demon Sutra was obscure, but the content recorded made him feel a little familiar.

His mind turned, and he immediately understood. Why this familiarity arises.

Some of the contents of these scriptures are actually the same as the contents of the magic scriptures on the Serap slate...

"Where do these magic scriptures come from... On that day, why didn't the troll clan have the same vision as the three clans, and the blue sky was stained with demon blood... Is there a connection between the two?"

"If there is a connection, the Demon Sutra is very important, how can it be put on a little girl... What's the secret of this..."

Ning Fan engraved the Demon Sutra into another jade slip. Slip the scroll into your sleeve and take one step at a time to chase after the little snowman.

I thought carefully in my heart, if the troll clan hid the Slate Demon Sutra and kept it secret from the outside world, would he want to snatch it...

That's it, the troll clan has not failed him, if he loses the troll clan, it will be against the heart of the Tao. Let's put this matter aside for now, it's important to find the little snowman.

Sou!

Ning Fan chased after him again, this time, staying in a snow valley thousands of miles away.

In the middle of the snow valley. There are many snow apes entrenched, all of them have the strength of Jindan.

After the snowman broke into the snow valley, dozens of snow apes immediately surrounded her, intending to attack her.

The little snowman seems to be a little flustered. I didn't expect to be besieged by monsters here.

She panted and pouted, as if she no longer had the strength to escape, and looked at the approaching demon beasts. Some scared.

"Zhilu Dao is scared?"

Ning Fan walked into the snow valley unhurriedly, and his faint words dispersed with a monstrous aura.

He didn't even make a move on these low-level snow apes, all the snow apes noticed Ning Fan's arrival, and one by one the beast pupils had extremely frightened expressions.

The apes are the most human, and these snow apes all felt that Ning Fan was not easy to mess with, and they were horrified and wanted to die, and fled without their lives.

Ning Fan didn't chase and kill, he wasn't merciful, he just had some concerns, and he didn't want this little snowman to see blood.

"If you run away again, and you are in danger, I will not save you. I'm here to take you back..."

Gently pointing at the snowman's eyebrows, a soft light spreads, and layers of ice and snow melt, revealing the girl hidden in the snowman's body.

She was wearing a plain white dress, looking like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, looking at Ning Fan who was close at hand, the girl said that she was not afraid that it would be a lie, Ning Fan's evil spirit was really terrifying, and it could scare away the brutal beast, it can be imagined.

But she behaved very calmly, without saying a word, quietly raised her head, staring at Ning Fan, but a little bold.

Her long hair was as white as snowflakes, and a large snow-white down was pinned to her snow-white hair.

The little face is slightly pale, and the right foot is still bare.

Seeing that the girl did not hide or escape, Ning Fan nodded and smiled, this female cultivator is not high, her courage is good, and she is also qualified to be the sister of a strange woman like Xu Qiuling.

"Are you Fengxueyan?"

The girl nodded.

"You're afraid of me?"

The girl wanted to nod, but hesitated and shook her head.

"You can't speak?"

The girl nodded, her eyes a little self-hurting, but she hid it faintly.

"It's a poor man. ”

It's really pitiful, with ten layers of pulse, no divine thoughts, and can't speak, and basically can't talk to people.

Although this woman is pitiful, Ning Fan's concern for her is also based on Xu Qiuling's request.

He stretched out his hand to pull Feng Xueyan, intending to take her back to Dujun, but she gently backed away and shook her head, meaning that she didn't want to go back.

"Are you worried that the son of the lord of Shile is bullying you?"

Ning Fan's faint words fell on Feng Xueyan's ears and immediately turned into a strange color.

Feng Xueyan was very surprised, the young man in front of him, who didn't look much older than her, how could he be so powerful, he knew everything.

That night, the son of the lord of Shile plotted against her and sneaked into her room, she found someone outside the door, and immediately fled in panic.

Although Ning Fan couldn't communicate directly with the girl, he could whisper. The girl couldn't speak, but he could see what was going on in her heart.

"Rest assured, it's all over, you can rest assured that you can go home with me. ”

The girl instinctively took a step back and looked at Ning Fan with some fear.

She instinctively had some good feelings for this soft-spoken young man, but after all, she was a stranger, and it was impossible to be gullible, and she would follow him when she said she would go with him.

"I'm Qiu Ling's husband, and I'm here this time, but she asked me to take you back, I'm afraid you'll be hungry. ”

Ning Fan took out a small shoe from his sleeve, bent down, and said with a smile, "Raise your feet, I'll put them on for you." ”

I heard Ning Fan mention Xu Qiuling. There are also her embroidered shoes as tokens, Feng Xueyan couldn't help but believe Ning Fan a little, but there was still a little guard in the depths of his eyes.

She looked at Ning Fan carefully, and felt more and more that Ning Fan was familiar, and it seemed to be very similar to the portrait Xu Qiuling showed her.

In the days when Xu Qiuling was accompanied by Feng Xueyan, he talked about Ning Fan to Feng Xueyan from time to time, and once showed Feng Xueyan Ning Fan's true face.

The original defense against Ning Fan gradually faded, and he raised his bare right foot and asked Ning Fan to put on small shoes for him.

"Thank you," her lips twitched. But he couldn't make a sound, his eyes darkened slightly, and he turned to a calm color.

That calmness is like Xu Qiuling was terminally ill back then, looking down on life and death.

There are similarities between the two female personalities, no wonder they become sisters.

"Don't worry, I can hear you. You're saying, 'Thank you,' aren't you?"

"How do you know the Dao..."Feng Xueyan still couldn't make a sound, only his lips moved. But Ning Fan could hear her heart.

"It's a secret, I'll tell you slowly when I have the opportunity in the future. Let's go, it's time to go back. ”

"Brother-in-law. Wait a minute... I lost my stuff..."

Feng Xueyan bit her lip a little anxiously, and she realized that the scroll in her sleeve was missing.

Ning Fan's body was slightly stunned, it was the first time he had heard someone call him brother-in-law. Even if the wind and snow are screaming in the heart.

Looking at Feng Xueyan's gaze, he became softer and softer, and smiled slightly. He took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Xueyan.

"Picked it up by chance. Now that there's nothing to do, can I go back?"

"Well, Xie Lu Xie brother-in-law, I'm so hungry..."

Feng Xueyan's stomach growled, confirming her heart.

Ning Fan smiled, this little girl, how can she look like a monk, if she doesn't open the valley and retreat for a year and a half, wouldn't she starve to death directly?

That's it, people call him a brother-in-law, if he has the opportunity, he has to help her refine the alchemy pill and cure the disease, no matter how you say it, you must also have a spiritual cultivation, you can cultivate in the valley, and you can transmit the sound of the gods, otherwise a little mute is autistic all day long, how boring.

Holding the girl, Ning Fan turned into smoke in one step, and was about to return, when suddenly, Feng Xueyan fell on the snow, his whole body shrunk into a ball, his little face was covered with fine sweat, and his body was hot like burning.

"Brother-in-law, it hurts, it hurts..."Feng Xue shouted helplessly in his heart, making Ning Fan's eyes glaze over.

Shen Nian probed Feng Xueyan's whole body, and immediately, his always calm gaze revealed a slight anger.

"It's!"

Ning Fan squatted down, hugged Feng Xueyan into his arms, made her turn away from her, and suddenly ripped off her clothes, revealing a smooth bandeau that had not been taken off, only staring at her back, and the chill in her eyes was deeper.

On Feng Xueyan's white and immaculate back, there were eight seals with black fire patterns, burning on his back.

These eight seals, each of them, are planted by the cultivators of the Void Cultivator with all their might, and the eight seals are one, even if they are broken void old monsters, they may not be able to break them!

Those eight seals were planted to seal something in Feng Xueyan's body!

The seal can shield all probe, and no one can know what is hidden in Feng Xueyan's body.

But Ning Fan sensed... The sealed thing is a drop of demonic blood that burns like fire!

It is almost exactly the same as the blood of the demon in his primordial god, only slightly inferior in strength, and there are some flaws, which are not pure.

Feng Xueyan is different from Ning Fan, she is just a vein-opening monk, and she doesn't have Ning Fan's advanced mana, how can she withstand the torment of Mo Luo's blood.

Could it be that all the sickness and suffering of this woman are brought about by this drop of Moro's blood?

Ning Fan probed carefully, his eyes became colder and colder, and he finally understood the viciousness of these eight seals.

The person who seals the demon blood is not hiding blood, but nourishing blood!

The blood of this Moro, when it was sealed, was not a complete drop of blood, perhaps just a wisp of blood.

Someone sealed the blood in Feng Xueyan's body, and used Feng Xueyan to raise demon blood, so that the demon blood gradually grew stronger to achieve its purpose.

After the demon blood is fully cultivated, at the cost of sacrificing the life of Feng Xueyan, complete the last step, remove the flaws of the demon blood, and take out the demon blood.

The person who planted the seal for Feng Xueyan and raised the demon blood was really vicious.

But who would do such a thing?

What is their purpose?

Why did they choose Fengxue Yan?

Ning Fan held Feng Xueyan's little hand, closed her clothes, and continued to input mana, so that her breath gradually calmed down.

At the moment when the two of them touched each other's palms, a feeling of connecting with each other suddenly came to mind.

This feeling, Ning Fan only felt on the burning wings.

For a moment, Ning Fan seemed to understand why Feng Xueyan was being targeted by people and raising demon blood in his body.

"She's the demon concubine of the troll clan!"

Ning Fan's mind was spinning, but the mana in his hand was continuously input.

The pain in Feng Xueyan's body gradually dissipated, and he slowly woke up.

As soon as he saw himself lying in Ning Fan's arms, his clothes were half-undone, the spring was full of light, and his clear eyes flashed with a hint of fear.

"Brother-in-law, don't insult me..."

Her lips twitched, her little hands clasped to her chest, a little scared.

Ning Fan couldn't cry or laugh, did he look like a bad person?

Perhaps, it's like... He himself is not sure, because he is indeed notorious now, and everyone is afraid of everyone, and the beast runs away...

(1/3) (To be continued......)