There are only about a few hundred people living in the Snow Lotus Tribe, and all of them are mortal spirits without any cultivation.

Ning Fan glanced at the giant wooden fence and could see a tall wooden frame in the center of the tribe with a roaring bonfire.

At the bonfire, some young herdsmen from the Snow Lotus Department slaughtered cattle and sheep for roasting, and many women in Hufu danced around the bonfire.

Whether it is a man or a woman, their eyes are as pure as ice and snow on a snowy mountain, and there is no city.

Looking at this scene, Ning Fan's heart suddenly felt a sense of tranquility in his heart, and the Snow Lotus Department was a hospitable and peaceful tribe that had no quarrel with the world.

Stay away from the fight, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the place where the intrigue is very good, but unfortunately it does not belong to him.

"Brother Ning, you are actually an immortal master? This is really amazing! Can you summon a 'barbarian god'? Can you summon a 'dead soldier'? I heard that there are many immortal masters in the Imperial Tomb Middle Domain, they can all summon barbarian gods and summon dead soldiers, and a single immortal master can defeat tens of thousands of people. These immortal methods, will you?" asked Xilian with a look of adoration.

"No" I'm just going to kill. In the second half of the sentence, he naturally didn't say it, so as not to frighten the little girl.

"It's a pity that you can't summon barbarian gods and dead soldiers," the girl was a little disappointed.

Several big men guarding the gate of the tribe had already reported Ning Fan's arrival to the patriarch.

The patriarch of the Snow Lotus tribe is a middle-aged man named Xiza. He was discussing important matters with the elders of the tribe.

But as soon as he heard that Ning Fan, the immortal master, had arrived, he was immediately shocked, he didn't dare to slack off, blew the horn, and led all the warriors and women of the tribe to greet Ning Fan.

"I've seen Immortal Master Ning!" said Cesar in awe.

Ning Fan sighed lightly, he had just entered the imperial tomb, and he met Xilian by chance, and at the invitation of Xilian, he wanted to enter the Snow Lotus Department to take a look, but he never thought about it. His arrival frightened the peaceful tribe.

So he shook his head and comforted,

"You don't have to worry, Ning is just passing by the Snow Lotus Department, and he will leave after drinking a glass of water and wine, and he will never hurt half of the Snow Lotus Department's life. ”

Hearing that Ning Fan was just passing by the Snow Lotus Department and would not hurt anyone, the Xisa Patriarch breathed a sigh of relief and said enthusiastically,

"Immortal Master Ning has passed by my Snow Lotus Department. It's my Snow Lotus Minister's guest, my Snow Lotus Department has nothing else, there are a lot of good wine and good meat, come here! Roast the fattest beef and mutton, prepare the best lotus wine, and welcome Ning Daxian Master!"

"Okay!"

The atmosphere couldn't help but be warm, and the snow lotus herdsmen who were afraid of Ning Fan's cultivation were a little less afraid at this moment, and treated Ning Fan with good wine and meat.

Ning Fan didn't use any more cultivation. He didn't want to scare these mortal spirits.

There is no act of condescension, just sitting quietly under a campfire, eating meat and drinking like a mortal. Laughing and talking with the old men of the Snow Lotus Department.

Ning Fan was a monk and well-informed, and his conversation and insight made countless Snow Lotus elders admire.

He drank extraordinarily. There were many young warriors in the Snow Lotus Tribe, fighting with him, but none of them could pour Ning Fan down. As long as Ning Fan doesn't want to get drunk. If the heart is not drunk, then people will not be drunk. The amount of alcohol he drank also impressed a young warrior.

Occasionally, a few enthusiastic Hu girls invited Ning Fan to dance together, but Ning Fan had no choice but to refuse. He didn't know how to dance, but then he took a herdsman's Qiang flute and played it to dance for the bearded women.

The sound of the flute is simple and melodious, and the simplicity is Ning Fan's heart.

At the same time, the sound of the flute contains an indelible sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, which is a past killing that Ning Fan I can't erase.

His flute sound convinced countless Snow Lotus girls, and also convinced the little girl Xilian.

Many women were kind and kind-eyed, and secretly sent autumn waves to Ning Fan, but Ning Fan turned a blind eye, just raised his head, looked at the evening sky, looked at the twilight, and looked at the bright moon rising in the night

He put down the Qiang flute and cultivated for more than 40 years, like a dream.

Wandering in a foreign land, with no branches to follow, all the pursuits of the monks are like empty dreams and ethereal moons

It was getting late, but the campfire was brighter.

Ning Fan seemed to have forgotten the noise in his ears, he closed his eyes, listened to the crackling sound of the flames in the bonfire, and recalled the past of his life.

Fame and fortune are false, cultivation is virtual, power is virtual, beauty is virtual, good and evil are virtual, dreams are virtual, moonlight is virtual, these are all virtual but virtual, what is it!

"What a void!"

Ning Fan suddenly opened his gaze, revealing an expression of enlightenment.

When he entered the imperial tomb, he just wanted to explore the details of the imperial tomb, but he never expected that he would be aroused by the scenes of mortal peace in this Snow Lotus tribe, arousing his thoughts and arousing enlightenment.

And this enlightenment turned out to be the enlightenment of the word 'virtual'!

Although he accidentally broke through the Asking Void level in the Star Palace, although he was already a mid-stage barbarian comparable to Asking Void, he had never thought carefully about the Void Question.

At this moment, he asked himself 'what is emptiness', which is exactly a question that all the monks will initiate in their hearts before they peep into the void!

If you understand what emptiness is, you can get a glimpse of it!

If you control the vein of the void, you can ask the void!

Standing in the sea of the void, you can rush to the void!

If you are above the void, you can be too void!

Ning Fan suddenly smiled, it seems that entering the imperial tomb this time, he can truly understand the true meaning of the virtual word.

At this moment, he is just a wisp of soul separation, just a layer of veins, but in the imperial tomb, going all the way and re-making the soul to achieve ontological cultivation will be a good opportunity to re-understand the path of cultivating demons.

He was thinking like this, outside the Snow Lotus tribe, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves, mixed with the night wind, at least thousands of cavalry rose up, murderous.

The sound of the horse's hooves was very soft, and it was so far away that it was difficult for mortals to distinguish it, but it couldn't hide it from Ning Fan's ears.

Ning Fan put down the wine jug and sighed lightly, it seems that the Snow Lotus Department has caused a catastrophe, and most of the things that the Patriarch of Xiza discussed with the clansmen today are probably related to this catastrophe

He hugged his fist to the Patriarch of Hisa and said goodbye, "Thank you Patriarch Silsar for the wine, and I would like to leave if I have something." ”

The patriarch of Xisa was stunned, and he didn't understand why Ning Fan was half drunk and had to leave.

But of course he didn't dare to stop Ning Fan from staying, Ning Fan wanted to leave, so he immediately took someone to send it.

Ning Fan waved his hand, holding the Qiang flute given by the Snow Lotus Department, and quietly disappeared into the night.

Xilian and many other girls from the Snow Lotus Department looked at Ning Fan's thin back, and sighed faintly, as if they were moved by the girl's feelings

It's just that Ning Fan can't leave a foothold for them. He wouldn't tell the purpose of Snow Lotus's departure.

He wants to kill people, clear the enemy for the Snow Lotus Tribe, and prevent the thousands of cavalry from slaughtering the Snow Lotus Tribe.

At the foot of the Snow Mountain, which is thirty miles away from the Snow Lotus Department, a snow river is left from the mountain, and on the riverside, there are nearly 5,000 hardcover Hu horses stationed here.

These 5,000 Hu riders are holding a total of three banners, namely the Ghost Wolf Department, the Xiao Wolf Department, and the An Wolf Department.

The reason why the five thousand Hu cavalry of these three tribes appeared here was for only one purpose, and that was to attack and kill the Snow Lotus Tribe, which was thirty miles away!

"Ha Lu Ha. I heard that there are many cattle and sheep in the Snow Lotus Department, and there are many women with fine skin and tender meat, hehe, my three tribes worked together to wash the Snow Lotus Department in blood, and divided those cattle and sheep, women, and slaves, how about it!"

"Good!"

The three tribal leaders were discussing the massacre of the Snow Lotus Tribe, when a sentry suddenly found a young man in white walking in the night.

Several sentries immediately bent their bows and arrows and shot at the white-clothed young man who was suddenly approaching the army. The wind of arrows howled fiercely.

But before a few arrows could get close to the young man, he suddenly saw the young man wave his sleeves, and all the arrows turned into ashes and dissipated.

The young man in white took a step forward and suddenly disappeared in place. Nowhere to be found.

"How is that possible!" Before the sentries could figure out the situation, a thumb-thin blood hole suddenly shattered on the forehead bones of each eyebrow, and the blood splattered in the air, falling off the warhorse. A life to the West.

A few sentinels died in such a strange way!

Hiss!

Several war horses neighed in horror, alarming five thousand horsemen!

"What man! just rammed my three armies and killed me to spy on the outposts!" said one of the leaders angrily.

Ning Fan suddenly appeared. Leng Crag stood in the night, blocking the army of five thousand.

"Do you want to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe?" Ning Fan just asked lightly.

"So what? Do you want to stand up for the Snow Lotus Tribe, and compete with my army of five thousand?" the leader said disdainfully.

"Yes!" Ning Fan said indifferently.

"You alone?" said one of the leaders with a sneer, in his opinion, Ning Fan's desire to face an army of five thousand with the strength of one person was really a fool's dream.

"Why do you want to stand up for the Snow Lotus Tribe! How many cows, sheep, and beauties have the Snow Lotus Department given you, Lao Tzu will give you double shares, and you will help us attack the Snow Lotus Division!" another leader said cautiously. He saw several sentries die in a strange manner, and they were killed by Ning Fan almost instantly.

From this point of view, Ning Fan's skills are brave and have the value of solicitation.

“”

Ning Fan didn't say anything more.

He does not care about the ridicule of others, nor does he be tempted by others.

He would rather kill people, no reason, why explain!

If there is one reason, there is only one reason.

He kills, not for glory and wealth, but for the grace of a meal.

With a flicker of his figure, Ning Fan raised the Qiang flute and urged the mana of the first layer of the vein.

The ordinary Qiang flute made of oil bamboo fell into Ning Fan's hands, but it became a terrifying killing weapon, more powerful than the inferior flying sword!

Snort!

Dozens of avant-garde Hu horsemen, in just one moment, were all pierced through the forehead bone by the Qiang flute and died, falling off the horse's back.

The three Hu Qi leaders were shocked, Ning Fan's killing method of controlling the Qiang flute was no longer a mortal martial art, but an 'immortal immortal technique' that could only be seen in the Middle Domain!

"Immortal, Immortal Master! This person turned out to be an Immortal Master! He is an Immortal Master from the Middle Domain!"

"One immortal master can slaughter 10,000 mortals, damn it! A small tribe of only a few hundred people in a snow lotus tribe, even if there are more cattle and sheep, it is impossible to ask an immortal master, why should this immortal master help them!"

"No matter! After all, there is only one person, and we have 5,000 horsemen to fight for his life!"

The three leaders showed a fierce look, and as soon as they blew the horn, five thousand Hu cavalry immediately took the Hu bow, and all of them bent their bows and shot arrows at Ning Fan, and the arrows were like meteors chasing the moon, chilling Mangsen in the night.

Ning Fan looked at the five thousand arrows, his eyes were unmoved, his figure flickered, disappeared, disappeared like a ghost, and all the five thousand arrows shot into the air.

The spells he cast were just small spells at the level of Pulse Clearing, and they were just stealth. With his soul-splitting cultivation at the first level, he could only cast low-level spells, and it seemed that he had returned to the days when he had just cultivated demons.

But for mortals, stealth is already terrifying!

Snort!Sss

Every time Qiang Di makes a move, dozens of people will die.

In this night, only Ning Fan fought unilaterally!

It is true that he would not bully mortals with his mana, but a bully thug like these five thousand horsemen, Ning Fan would not care about anything at all, just kill directly.

The night faded. The morning sun shines on the snow-capped mountains.

Ning Fan stepped over the five thousand corpses and walked indifferently towards the other end of the snowy mountain.

In the Snow Lotus Tribe, the Patriarch of Xiza still had a worried expression.

He originally got the news that the Ghost Wolf Department and the other three Hu Cavalry were going to bloody the Snow Lotus Division, but the news seemed to be inaccurate, and the Ghost Wolf Department did not come to attack the Hu Cavalry, what was going on?

For three days in a row, the Snow Lotus Department was still unharmed. 、

In these three days, the snow lotus herdsmen who went out to investigate found a terrible scene at the foot of the snow-capped mountains thirty miles away!

5,000 Hu riders. All of them were killed!

The murderer's methods were extremely terrifying, and it seemed that with some special blade, he pierced the frontal bones of all Hu Qi, leaving a bloody hole the thickness of a thumb on the forehead bones of all corpses.

Judging from the battlefield situation, there is only one murderer!

"It's a one-man effort to kill the five thousand cavalry of the Ghost Wolf Department and other departments! This is really terrifying!" Including the Xisa Patriarch, the Snow Lotus herdsmen felt deeply shocked.

At the same time, I felt lucky, after all, these five thousand Hu Riders were going to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe, if it weren't for the mysterious killer who killed all the Hu Riders, these Hu Riders would definitely have slaughtered the Snow Lotus Department three days ago.

"It seems that we should be grateful to the mysterious master, but we don't know what to do. Who will this master be?" sighed the snow lotus herdsmen.

"It's him! It's Brother Ning!" only Xilian cried with joy.

She recognized the wounds and blood holes in the frontal bones of the dead bodies, which were caused by the Snow Lotus Tribe's special Qiang flute.

And the ordinary Qiang flute made by the Snow Lotus Department can kill 5,000 cavalry, and there may be only one person who has this ability

"Brother Ning" The girl looked into the distance, with gratitude and sighs.

She thanked Ning Fan for saving the Snow Lotus Ministry. No expectation.

She also sighed, sighing that Ning Fan would not come back.

"This is not his home, he is not a returner, but a passerby"

Ning Fan climbed over the snowy mountains. Walked for another three days.

The Tomb of the Thunder Emperor is very mysterious, and every time you kill an undead with cultivation, you will definitely get a Thunder Fruit similar to a Dao Fruit. The mana contained is roughly equivalent to one percent of the medicinal power of a normal Dao fruit.

Ning Fan killed five thousand people. But he didn't get any thunder fruit, naturally because these people were just mortals.

But in the three days that he crossed the snowy mountain, Ning Fan found dozens of spirit beasts with vein-opening cultivation in the depths of the snowy mountain.

These spirit beasts were extremely terrifying to mortals, but they were not worth mentioning to Ning Fan.

These spirit beasts attacked Ning Fan, and were killed by Ning Fan with a wave of his hand, and obtained more than 20 Vein Breaking Thunder Fruits.

After Ning Fan ingested more than 20 Pulse Clearing Thunder Fruits, his soul splitting cultivation broke through the fifth layer of Pulse Formation in one fell swoop.

This cultivation is exactly what he did as the young master of Qimei back then!

He stood at the other end of the snow-capped mountain, walking in the night, looking up at a bright moon, looking back at the dust like smoke

"The Fifth Layer of the Pulse"

His body was healing itself with the Black Star Technique.

And his soul division will continue to walk in this imperial tomb, and cultivate this soul division to a higher level!

Pulse repulsion, soul melting, golden pill, yuan baby, turning gods, refining void

Step by step, take the road again!

And this path will not take too much time, with his supernatural powers, it will only take extreme time to cultivate this soul division to an extremely high realm.

"It's just that in my heart, after all, I still haven't figured out what is false"

He looked at the bright moon, only to feel that the mortal dust was getting farther and farther away, and it was impossible to remember

What is false

On the fourth day, he walked to the other end of a snow-capped mountain, a small water town.

On the surface of the lake, there were endless canopy boats, and from time to time a girl beckoned to Ning Fan on the shore.

And Ning Fan never spoke, just stood on the bridge, looked at the flowing water under his feet, waited for the night, and looked at the reflection of the moonlight in the water, as if he had an understanding.

One day, two days, three days

On the sixth day, he looked at the shadow of the night moon in the water, and threw a goose warm stone, which scattered the waves on the lake and shattered the moon shadow.

In an instant, he understood!

"Nothing, it's the scattered moonlight!" (to be continued......)