Dao Tong Yiqing, from the Xuanwu Star of the Void Realm, back then in the Ghost Sparrow Sect, Ning Fan took the Divine Refining Grass, one was careless, and realized the divine power of the Divine Journey, the divine thought line, penetrated the interface, and submerged into the Void Realm, if it weren't for the Xuanwu Star A certain great power to make a move, I am afraid that Ning Fan would have broken his mind and be buried in the Void...

The senior sister of Dao Tong who holds Fu Chuanyin, named Beili...

This place is the sea of clouds, and the three monuments are required to engrave the name, and before the engraving name, there are three steps to cut the fan.

What Ning Fan cares about the most is the black name, the old devil is such a slippery person, the engraved name is black, this black must have a special meaning!

"Dare to ask a Qing Daoist, the name of the monument, why is it distinguished by color?"

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, this color is the luck of the monk... Ordinary monks, who cut down the mortal gods, cannot see the luck, and the engraved names are often the first five colors. If there are people with amazing means, who can recognize the color of luck, they can be given the technique of 'condensing into a pen', condensing the 'pen of luck', and engrave the name of blue or even purple on the Taoist monument, once the engraving is successful, this monk's luck will be blessed by the Taoist monument, if it is purple, then the success rate of this monk to become an immortal is at least higher than that of ordinary people!"

This probability is extremely terrifying for the probability of becoming an immortal that is unique in 10,000.

In Yiqing's opinion, Ning Fan can identify luck, and if he condenses the pen of luck, he can at least engrave his blue name and raise his luck to blue luck.

When you turn into a god, it is blue luck, and if you have a chance, you can raise your luck to purple step by step, which may not be impossible.

This person is expected to become an immortal, and he deserves Yiqing's attention! Although he is a nether monk, once he ascends, he can't say that the two of them still have a Dao relationship.

"What does black mean?"

Ning Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, purple luck, so against the sky, it is a pity that his luck has been dirty... The benefits of helping to wake up the blood are not small. The price is self-defilement.

It is rumored that black luck is hopeless to become an immortal, but the old devil can become an immortal, why can't he!

"Black luck, alias 'Hopeless Immortals'... This kind of luck, the holder needs to cultivate against the sky, the immortal road is bumpy, the luck is extremely poor, and the heavenly tribulation is extremely strong. The odds of becoming an immortal are extremely low... True Demon Reverse Cultivation can be regarded as difficult to become an immortal, and the reverse cultivation of black luck, who can become an immortal, there is not one in a million... Mo Daoyou can't get this luck, even if he has the ability, he doesn't recommend Daoyou to carve out his black name..."

A clear Taoist child, a good word to persuade each other. But it's a pity that Ning Fan's luck. Except for black, there really can't be any other colors.

Ning Fan's mind was flying, and all kinds of signs seemed to be the demon that the cave was talking about. Most of them refer to the pen of luck and carved the magic luck.

Help away from the awakening blood, the luck has darkened, and the life has changed. Luck is predestined...

Fortune cannot be changed, and it does not need to be changed, so it is. What should be considered should be the three steps of cutting everything.

"Three steps, why are the three steps?" Ning Fan asked.

"Hehe, Daoyou carved a name and luck, it needs to be handled by Senior Sister Beili, and I can't be the master in the future. But if you take three steps, you can take your Taoist friends to go down. These three steps are a little difficult for ordinary people, but they are not big, but for Taoist friends, it must be easy... The first step is the 'ten-step bridge', ten steps and a fantasy, Jun Mo looks back, a hundred steps to cross the bridge, and the past is strange. This bridge is rumored to have been built by the Immortal Emperor, and those who cross this bridge have a lot of benefits to the monk's state of mind. ”

"The average monk can take fifteen steps in a day, and he can complete the bridge in seven days. And this bridge illusion, with seven as a ladder, the first seven days, the illusion intensified, and the god could not break free, on the fourteenth, refining the void will also be bewitched, and on the twenty-first day, the broken void is dangerous... There was once a master of broken void, who wanted to use this ten-step bridge to fight against the illusion and temper the state of mind, but he stayed on the ten-step bridge for more than 21 days, and on the twenty-second day, it was difficult for him to get out of this bridge, and finally, he was swallowed by the illusion... The way is gone, and people die..."

Yiqing introduced on the one hand, and led Ning Fan through the sea of clouds to a bridge of clouds and mist.

There is a monument on the side of the bridge, called 'ten steps', there is an abyss under the bridge, and the depth is immeasurable. The bridge is obscured by purple mist, which can evolve many illusions.

"Is this the Ten Steps Bridge... Ten steps and one illusion, don't look back... Is this a farewell to the past..."

Ning Fan stood by the bridge monument, and his eyes were suddenly shocked.

The words 'ten steps' are very familiar... He, recognized!

This handwriting is almost the same as the handwriting of 'sending you to death'!

"This ten-step bridge is actually erected by the peerless true immortal who wrote the nameless ancient scroll!"

Ning Fan had to be surprised, according to Daotong Yiqing, this ten-step bridge was erected by the Ancient Immortal Emperor, then, if the person who built the bridge and the person who wrote the nameless ancient scroll are the same person, then send you to die Four words, is it written by the Immortal Emperor!

The Ancient Immortal Emperor, this person is the master of the Ancient Emperor of Chaos, the master of the billion-year-old realm, the true work of such a master actually fell into his own hands...

"I don't know if I can use the money I earned to buy a rain realm after selling those four characters..."

Ning Fan slowly put away his expression.

"Please go to the bridge and cut the fan!" A Qingdao boy said loudly, and the thick purple mist on the bridge appeared in which a road for people to board the bridge.

At the moment when the purple mist dispersed, Ning Fan saw the opportunity and stepped onto the bridge!

Standing on the cloud bridge, the purple mist healed, Ning Fan suddenly felt a great immortal power, covering his body, like countless mountains, carrying it on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to move half a step.

Under this coercion, whether it is an immortal emperor or a mortal, they can only feel that they cannot move an inch!

After trying hard to no avail, Ning Fan closed his eyes and stopped moving forward.

The power of the late stage of the god is silky, with blood, covering the whole body.

The moment the blood appeared, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, broke free from the immortal power, and took the first step!

Yiqing Daotong's face changed, and he was secretly surprised.

If he didn't perceive it wrong, although this Ning Fan had not turned into a god, his coercion was already in the late stage of turning into a god, and he was not weak himself!

"The so-called beginning of everything is difficult, the first step is often the most difficult step for monks to take, those with ordinary qualifications, who are trapped in this first step for several hours, or even days, are all there, but like this son, the one who climbs the bridge does not exceed ten breaths, and then takes the first step, the four heavenly immortal realms, hundreds of millions of gods and heroes, can do no more than 100,000 people!

Yiqing's eyes narrowed, and under his gaze, Ning Fan's toes connected the dots, and in an instant, he took a full nine steps.

Every step, forcing the general trend into a sword, blocking the immortal power with the potential sword, these nine steps, a clear self-question, only after breaking through the late stage of the gods. to step out!

"Nine steps into a sword, in one go, if this son completes the first ten steps in one breath and summons the first illusion, among the hundreds of millions of gods in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, he can rank more than 10,000..."

Nine steps is already the limit of Ning Fan's nine steps in the sky, and after nine steps, the sword momentum reaches its peak and plummets. The heavy immortal power almost made Ning Fan unable to breathe, let alone take the tenth step.

Dao Tong's words fell on Ning Fan's ears, which were clearly praise, but Ning Fan felt harsh.

Even if he does it in one go and takes the tenth step, it is only the strength of 10,000 gods in four days... The descendants of the gods and demons of the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, the young man, so...

"10,000 is not enough! How many more winners... I don't know, but it's certainly not, ten thousand!"

The blood-colored coercion shook violently, slightly dispersing the purple mist immortal power. Ning Fan took a decisive step and took the tenth step.

The tenth step was forcibly stepped down, Xianwei was shocked, and he only felt a sweetness in his throat. Coughing up blood.

But this reverse blood, he just didn't cough, he didn't swallow it. Once he coughs up blood, his strength collapses, and the tenth step is his limit.

"This son really took ten steps in one go! Ten steps and one illusion, here, this son will face the first illusion of mortal dust, the first illusion, often represents the first mortal enemy of this son, but I don't know what kind of cultivation this first mortal enemy will be..."

Ten steps and a stop, in front of Ning Fan, a black-robed monk slowly appeared, seven people looked indifferent, their faces were young, but their voices were hoarse and old, and they were in the late stage of spiritual cultivation.

The elders of the outer gate of the Tianli Sect captured the paper crane into the Hehuan Sect and wanted to collect it as the Ding Furnace Wu Dongnan!

The first person killed by Ning Fan himself!

Dao Tong's eyes were moved, and he lost his voice, "The first enemy of this son is actually in the late stage of soul melting..."

He was moved, not because of how high his cultivation was in the later stage of Soul Fusion, but as the first enemy, this cultivation was indeed not low.

No matter how strong a monk is, he also starts his cultivation from an ordinary man, and the people killed by a monk for the first time are generally mortals, or there are juniors... The first enemy is the Melting Spirit, if it weren't for this Ning Fan's cultivation to Melting the Soul before committing the killing ring, it would be when he had just cultivated the truth, he would have pointed the blade of the sword at the Melting Spirit...

"This illusion, it is not difficult for this son to be broken, but I don't know if he can continue to breathe and then take the eleventh step, if he can, then he can be included in the top nine thousand of the four heavenly gods... But, he shouldn't be able to do it, just the tenth step, he was extremely reluctant, almost coughing up blood..."

Ning Fan's gaze fell on Wu Dongnan, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, flickering.

That Wu Dongnan is obviously an illusion, but it is extremely realistic.

Even in the face of Ning Fan, his face was hideous and he said cruel words.

"Ning Fan, you dare to kill me, you dare to kill me! If this matter is known to the Innocent Sect Master of the Heavenly Separation Sect, you will die!"

Wu Dongnan's cruel words were put into practice, and his mind gradually became sober.

Only then did he notice that he seemed to have been dead for too long, and during this time, Ning Fan was no longer the fifth-layer junior who killed him back then!

Ning Fan in front of him was unattainable, like an unsurmountable mountain, but because he was approaching the god, his breath was almost not revealed, so that Wu Dongnan saw Ning Fan for the first time, and he still didn't realize that this son was powerful.

But as the cold light rose in Ning Fan's eyes, the coercion was unreserved!

The coercion of the late stage of the transformation of the god fell on Wu Dongnan's illusory purple mist body, which made him feel a creepy feeling in his heart.

"This, what kind of cultivation is this! Jindan?! No, Yueguo Jindan, there is no one who has this coercion... Could it be that the legendary Yuan Infant Period, yes, it must be the Yuan Infant Period! But, how is this possible, how can Ning Fan, an ant, achieve the Yuan Infant, this is impossible!"

For Wu Dongnan, the infant period is the realm of legends.

It's just that when Ning Fan's blood-red coercion was suppressed, Wu Dongnan was terrified to find that the other party had just coerced him, and he let his purple mist body collapse! The immortal veins were shattered inch by inch! Knowing the sea and turning into nothing! It was as if all his life's thoughts were annihilated under Ning Fan's coercion!

"This is the power of the late stage of the transformation of the gods... Wu Dongnan, when you murdered the paper crane, this revenge is to kill you for the rest of your life, and I will not forget it... Die!"

With a shock of coercion, Wu Dongnan's body collapsed, and only one head fell on the bridge, looking at Ning Fan in disbelief.

This illusion is called illusion, but there is truth in illusion, this is the means of the immortal emperor, and the truth and void are only in one thought!

"The late stage of the transformation of the gods, the late stage of the transformation of the gods..."Wu Dongnan was stupid, this word of the transformation of the gods, countless times stronger than Yuan Ying, for him, it is a legend in the legend.

The eleventh step, Ning Fan stepped down!

Under this step, his black hair became longer, there was no wind automatically, his white clothes turned pure black, and lines appeared on the left side of his face.

In one step, crush Wu Dongnan's head!

Immediately, the pace does not stop, and the weight is light. Take the twelfth step, the thirteenth step!

Ning Fan has cultivated the truth so far, and has created two techniques, one is to step on the sky and nine steps, and the other is to divide the magic of ink flow.

The eleventh step is not the end, no!

As soon as Dao Tong was clear, his eyes were shocked, if he was not mistaken, Ning Fan turned into a black ink shadow. It's actually a shattered void supernatural power, the art of incarnation!

With the blessing of the incarnation technique, Ning Fan easily reached the nineteenth step, and one step, the twentieth step.

"Twenty steps in one go, once this person turns into a god, among the four heavenly gods, ranking among the top five thousand, it is definitely not difficult! Generally speaking, it is the person whom the monk wants to kill the most in his life, but does not kill... I don't know what kind of cultivation this person's enemy will be..."

As soon as his words fell, his eyes were shocked.

In front of Ning Fan. What the purple mist condensed was actually a black-armored giant, revealing the amazing momentum of the fifth layer of broken void.

"Broken Void Fivefold, Nirvana Demon Vein! What a master!"

In the face of the giant's body, Ning Fan was as small as an ant.

It's just that this ant body, but the eyes are not afraid. Look up at the giant.

"Han Nitian!"

"Bold! The name of this emperor is what you can call a little ant! You wait, the hundred-year period will come soon, your master will die, and you will not escape death! Ancient Demon Dao, broken bones into soldiers!"

The black-armored giant bit a finger alive, and eerily dripping blood.

A little finger is a small mountain, and the phalanges turn into black light, evolving into 100,000 demon soldiers, all of whom are extremely vicious, and have the peak strength of Jindan.

100,000 demon soldiers wanted to merge with each other, but Ning Fan grabbed it with his palm, and the sea of clouds and sunlight were all held in his palm and turned into a brilliant golden gun.

"Ancient Demon Dao, broken bones into soldiers... 100,000 gold pills, 1,000 yuan babies, 10 gods, 10 gods in one, can reach the peak of the gods... Before your bones are combined, this technique can be broken!"

With a slap of palm, the golden spear was like an aurora, piercing into 100,000 demon soldiers, turning into a shadow of the sun and exploding!

This is the Departure Gun, it is a medium-grade demon technique, Ning Fan is still the first time to use it, and the body of the gun is condensed in front of him.

The power of this gun, 100,000 Jindan bone soldiers, were all seriously injured.

Under the sweep of the sword, the ink shadow attacked, and 100,000 bone soldiers died one after another!

"You false Emperor Nirvana, get out of here!"

Ning Fan's gaze seemed to be with Tianwei, and under one gaze, the black-armored giant shattered.

In the illusion, there is fiction and truth, if Wu Dongnan is biased towards the truth, then the Nirvana Emperor is not dead, and it is naturally false...

Yiqing was dumbfounded, the general god monk, if he encountered the second illusion as a shattered void master, he must have waited for a day, after a day, the illusion dispersed, the purple mist lessened, you don't look back, you can continue to move forward...

How can anyone really use magic to kill the phantom, with a single gaze, shatter the phantom.

"Looks like I'm underestimating this... This son definitely has the strength to complete the ten-step bridge in one go, in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, among the gods, he can enter within a thousand... The reason why it is only a thousand is because the cultivation of this son is still low, and once this son enters the middle stage of the transformation god, he will be ranked among the five hundred. If you are in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, you will enter the top 100, and if you are at the peak of the transformation of the gods, you will be in the top 50... I can't be mistaken, this son is a genius!"

Twenty-one, twenty-two... Thirty steps.

Ning Fan found that as long as this qi was not broken and continued, the purple mist illusion was an excellent state of mind nourishment for him.

Only two illusions were destroyed, and his state of mind had reached the early stage of transforming into a god.

Forty steps, fifty steps... Ninety steps, one by one, former enemies, former friends, have emerged, the most rear, even Ning Fan's adoptive father Ning Da Niu when he was in Wu Guo appeared, behind Ning Fan, hoarse and exhausted, but Ning Fan, did not look back. Ning Da Niu, his adoptive father, although he has kindness and hatred, it is difficult to distinguish between enmity and hatred, but let him stay, his qualifications are not enough.

At ninety-nine steps, Ning Fan stopped his steps.

Ning Fan relied on the power of his incarnation to cross the ten-step bridge, but when he was about to take the hundredth step, he paused slightly.

The next step, before he stepped out, he suddenly felt a warm and nostalgic feeling.

The ten-step bridge, the last step of this farther, will have some illusions.

From beginning to end, Ning Fan did not stay, let alone talk about turning back.

But after stepping down the hundredth step, he was suddenly stunned,

He faintly felt that after stepping this step, the purple mist behind him turned into a woman, stretched out her arm with light yellow sleeves, gently hugged her neck, and called weakly,

"Son, my... Child... Remember... Your surname is Yun, don't hate Daddy, he just forgot about us... When he remembers you, he will come here as promised. Take you home..."

At the moment when this voice sounded, Ning Fan's heart seemed to have a string that shattered.

"This voice is so familiar... Yes, mother..."

After the hundredth step, he could have left the ten-step bridge in one step and completed the first step of slashing.

But Ning Fan didn't leave, but turned around slightly. Back.

Outside the ten-step bridge, Dao Tong's face changed greatly, whether it was a mortal or a broken void, on the ten-step bridge, he must not turn back.

Once you turn back, you will be invaded by the purple mist, fascinated by the illusion, and sink into the illusion. In the end, the stele was swallowed by purple mist.

"Ning Daoyou, don't turn back, don't!"

Yiqing's voice is too late after all.

Just after Ning Fan turned around. His eyes did not have the slightest expression of bewilderment and confusion.

He turned back, but there was no illusion of sinking... How is this possible!

"Forever. On the ten-step bridge, no one can turn back and not get lost... Will this son be the first?!

...

Ten steps on the bridge. Ning Fan turned around lightly and looked at the gentle woman with a haggard expression in front of him, and his heart warmed.

This woman, dressed in pale yellow clothes, looks like a twenty-seven or eight-year-old face, but it makes Ning Fan faintly familiar.

In Yun Ruowei's dream, I saw a woman in a yellow shirt, who looked similar to this woman, the only difference was that the daughter in front of her was already a mother.

"Child, my child..."The woman, lovingly caressing Ning Fan's head, her eyes were full of relief.

And Ning Fan slowly closed his eyes and smiled.

"Is this my Ning Fan's mother..."

Without a father or mother, Ning Fan has been strong since he was a child, but there is a defect in his heart.

The lack of warmth was made up for by his younger brother Ning Gu, the old demon of Shizun, and his wife Paper Crane, but making up for it is making up for it after all.

"Mother, are you still alive... It's great, does this mean that one day, I will be able to see my father and mother..."

Ning Fan bent his fingers a little and did not use the slightest mana, but the woman in the yellow shirt turned into purple mist and shattered on her own.

This illusion, like Emperor Nirvana, is biased towards falsehood, and the reason must be because my mother is still alive, living somewhere...

"I used to hate cultivating, but if I didn't cultivate, I would never have been able to climb the sea of clouds, step on the ten-step bridge, and discover the fact that my mother was alive..."

"So, it's right to cultivate, so I should cut down all the mortals... This word "beheading" is not to cut off the mundane fate in the heart, but to cut off the fragile hearts of ordinary people... Cultivating the truth is not mana, but a strong heart. ”

"On the ten-step bridge, if you don't look back, you will have less struggle, if you turn back, but you don't cut off your small self, you will sink into illusion, swallowed by the purple mist of the monument... The reason why I turned back, but I was not swallowed by the purple mist, because my heart, not confused, the moment I heard this voice, I resolutely decided to look back, my mother's appearance..."

"The word "cut fan", the world, misunderstood!"

Ning Fan turned around and stepped out of the ten-step bridge in one step.

His words and deeds fell in the eyes of Dao Tong and turned into stormy waves.

Incisive!

This theory of cutting the ordinary is simply unprecedented and unprecedented.

Everyone in the world is because to cut everything is to cut off the mortal dust, but everyone knows that the mortal word refers to oneself...

"Congratulations to Brother Ning, get through the first step of cutting mortal! Yiqing dares to assert that if Brother Ning was born in the four heavens, I am afraid that he is a young man in the heavens, and there will be no more than ten people who can have Brother Ning's talent comparable! Even if he was born in the lower realm, but with the strength of Brother Ning's Dao heart, he will not be confused by the mortal dust, this decisiveness, flying for four days, it is also a matter of time or time, Yiqing will be in the four heavens immortal realm, waiting for the day of Brother Ning's ascension, that day, it will not be far away!"

"You're welcome... Please take Ning with you and go directly to the second step of Chopping Fan!"

Before the two of them moved, in the sea of clouds, there was a purple sword light, glowing with the shadow of glass, flying invisibly and floating in the dust.

Above the glass sword shadow, a purple shadow, a small gown, soft shoes are fragrant, and his eyes look at Ning Fan, and he is full of brilliance.

"What a slashing argument... Beili asked himself that he had seen a lot of Junjie Wang Sun, but it was the first time he had seen someone like Gongzi who turned back on the Shibu Bridge..."

A purple smoke, from far and near, appeared with a sword, but it was a delicate and lovely purple-clothed female cultivator.

The light lips are lightly opened, the lotus steps are moved lightly, and the fragrant wind is gusting.

The eyes are cold, and without saying much, it makes people feel independent.

Above the forehead, there are two purple stars. Between the eyebrows, it is vaguely similar to Bei Xiaoman...

"Beili of the Legacy Palace, meet the son..."

The woman in purple did not bend down to the blessing, but hugged her fist heroically.

The half-step cultivation of refining the void makes it every step of the way, surrounded by the power of the void. This woman is not far from breaking through the refining void...

Ning Fan returned the salute with his fists, but his heart was stunned.

This woman is a person from the Legacy Palace, surnamed Bei, Mo Fei, is she the sister of Bei Xiaoman...

Bei Xiaoman is the fourth lady of the Legacy Palace, this Beili, and several young ladies...

It is impossible to check that Yuan Yaoyu is put into the storage bag, without him, in case this girl is really Sister Bei Xiaoman, if she sees Yuan Yaoyu, she will most likely be in trouble.

And if this polite woman is really Sister Bei Xiaoman, then Ning Fan should be strange, she is also a sister, how can one be so rude and the other so knowledgeable.

"The second step of cutting Fan is to 'strike the bell and ask', ring the reincarnation bell, and clear the heart of Sifan... Ordinary monks turned into gods, at most 3 times ringed the reincarnation bell, when the North Glass turned into a god, a total of 11 times... I don't know how many times I can ring it..."

Beili was radiant, and he did not have the slightest disdain because of Ning Fan's humble status as a nether monk.

In her opinion, the more monks who started from the beginning, the more charming they became...

Ning Fan secretly urged the whispering technique...

This girl, sure enough, is Bei Xiaoman's sister, the Legacy Palace, the third lady, 'Ziqing Sword' Beili!

Smaller than the north, gentle ten streets, at least!(To be continued......

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