"That being the case... Prajnaparamita!"

…

Time returns to the original point in time for the second time.

Except for Ning Fan, Box Spirit was able to retain the memory of before time went back, while all other living beings lost their memories of this time as time went back.

Therefore, when Ning Fan appeared on the building boat again, the words he heard were still the same words Tu Huang had said before.

In Tu Huang's eyes, Ning Fan has not yet entered the Underworld, but is about to enter.

"...In this way, this time point is positioned by this treasure box. If something unexpected happens to you, you can go back in time and return to this place. But I want to remind you that the use of this treasure box is not pointless.

The limit is that you can only be resurrected ten times in a day, which means that you can only die ten times in the depths of this underworld at most. Do you remember?"

"Remember, but I only have eight chances to turn back time." Ning Fan said speechlessly.

"What! You've died twice?"

"Well, that's right..."

The first time was the moment before Ning Fan's death, when he passively traveled back in time, and the second time was when he actively used the treasure box. The situation was somewhat different, but Ning Fan did not intend to explain these irrelevant details.

Tu Huang asked him the same questions and gave him the same warnings as before.

After the conversation, Ning Fan jumped into the sea of ​​underworld for the third time and arrived outside the palace of Yiyou Palace following familiar paths.

Although it is a pity to waste time and go back in time, Ning Fan would rather go back in time as they waited for Zhu Er's skills to cool down for three million years.

Zhu Er appeared from the treasure box again. This time, he performed the illusion very smoothly. With his previous successful experience, he transformed into a saint who looked like Ning Fan without failure.

There is no hint of illusion at all!

Seeing the saint transformed by the illusion again, Ning Fan still couldn't see any flaw in his aura, and could only feel the magic of this technique.

Even monks like him, who are in the second realm of heavenly beings, can't see through it. How many people in the world can see through this?

This illusion seems useless, but if used properly, it can be regarded as a means of frightening the enemy... The more advanced the old monster is, the more afraid he will be of beings like saints...

Even Ning Fan couldn't see through the illusion, and the ghosts with low intelligence in the palace were even more difficult to see through.

Zhu Er controlled the illusion saint and stepped into the palace gate step by step. The moment he stepped in, more than 700 ghosts were killed, but they were all shocked and feared by the illusion saint's third step.

, if faced with a formidable enemy, dare not resist.

The moment Zhu Er controlled the saint to speak, all the water ghosts' expressions were stagnant and confused.

"According to the order of Tianpeng Saint, the leader of the Nine Saints of Tianhe, the commander of Jiuhe, you and the guards of Yihe will be immediately transferred to Erhe and wait for the dispatch of Saint Tianren without any mistakes!"

"Canopy...sage...obey...orders..."

The water ghosts looked confused, and with their extremely low intelligence, they could not understand Zhu Er's words at all.

But the two words of "Tiao Ling" were like the instinct engraved in the soul, urging them to leave this abandoned palace that had been guarded for countless years.

Even when the enemy came, they would rather fight to death than escape.

Even if they die, they will turn into water ghosts and continue to protect this abandoned palace!

Because military orders are like mountains!

The military order they had received in the past was to defend the First Tianhe River at all costs. But now, this military order has changed. Because the leader of the Nine Saints of Tianhe River has new requirements, they must move towards the Second Tianhe River!

Is the person who gave the order really the Canopy Saint?

I don’t know, I don’t know... the voice of Saint Canopy is real, the pressure of this Saint is also real, probably... the orders are also real...

Where is the river the next day?

I don’t know, I don’t know…

Then go look for it, look for it... because military orders are like mountains.

One by one, the water ghosts swam out of the gate of a quiet palace and swam into the distance. As if their long-cherished wishes had come to an end, one by one they turned into points of light and disappeared into the sea water...

Ning Fan was silent for a moment, watching these water ghosts disappear. For some reason, the first thing he felt in his heart was not the joy of clearing away obstacles, but the indescribable sadness.

These water ghosts... are they the defenders who died here...

He died and turned into a ghost, but he still did not forget his duty, but he became a group of awe-inspiring guards...

As soon as the water ghosts dispersed, Zhu Er released the illusion, and as if all his strength had been drained, he flew back into the treasure box to rest.

Ning Fan picked up the treasure box from the ground and asked meaningfully about the pig face on the treasure box,

"Speaking of which... what does the canopy saint mean, and what does the military order mean? The orders you used the saint's pressure to give to those water ghosts must not have been made up casually... could they be true?"

"Ahaha, what is the master talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Forget it, since you don't want to say more, I won't ask any more questions. The things your former master wants should be in this palace. You can rest first, we won't need you for the time being."

Ning Fan put away the treasure box, then took out Tu Huang's left eye, held it in his hand, and entered the main hall of Yiyou Palace.

This is a palace that has been abandoned for many years. Apart from the ever-burning lamps that have long been extinguished, there are no extra furnishings in the palace. In the center of the hall, there is a well...

As Ning Fan entered the palace, Tu Huang's left eye began to shine brightly. The light was as light as smoke and drifted toward the well in the center of the palace.

The demons are good at arranging the connection points of different spaces to look like wells. However, the well in front of them is obviously not a space connection point, but has another purpose.

"Is what the Tu Huang wants in this well..."

Ning Fan stepped closer, lowered his head, and looked into the well. The moment he lowered his head, an unimaginably hot breath suddenly erupted from the well!

The moment the heat wave swept over him, Ning Fan seemed to have expected it, so he retreated, and while retreating, he activated the Aegis Destruction Shield.

However, even with the defense of the God-Destroying Shield, Ning Fan was still directly burned into ashes by that scorching power!

There is no way to compete!

Not fire!

It's something hotter than fire!

It's the polar sun! The polar sun is so huge that it can burn up the entire eastern sky!

Historically, the five supreme figures of the Dabei tribe would enter this place at specific times to collect the power of the polar sun on the sea.

But the polar sun they collected was only a very small trace floating out from the well. Even so, they were extremely satisfied.

However, compared with the polar sun in the well, the amount of polar sun they collected was too small, too little...

At this moment, the Jiyang that met and killed Ning Fan was far from being comparable to the few that escaped!

Not to mention Ning Fan, even a Taoist Mu Song level one would definitely be killed instantly by Ji Yang here if he came here!

This dry well...how can there be so much power of the extreme sun!

This dry well... is what Tu Huang is looking for!

…

Go back in time for the third time and return to Lou Chuan.

What struck my ears were the words of Emperor Tu's earnest warning.

"...In this way, this time point is positioned by this treasure box. If something unexpected happens to you, you can go back in time and return to this place. But I want to remind you that the use of this treasure box is not pointless.

The limit is that you can only be resurrected ten times in a day, which means that you can only die ten times in the depths of this underworld at most. Do you remember?"

"Remember. But there are only seven opportunities left to turn back time today..."

"What! You have died three times!" Tu Huang, who had been warning him earnestly, was suddenly startled.

"This time, I found what you were looking for. It's the dry well in Yiyou Palace, right? Your purpose is to collect the extreme sun in the well! I don't know where the dry well came from, but I can tell you clearly that this matter

, absolutely impossible!”

Ning Fan said seriously.

Extreme Yang is a good thing, and it is an important material for opening the eyes of a quasi-sage, but it must be collected with destiny!

Judging from the power of the extreme sun that erupted before the dry well, not to mention him now, his mana has increased tenfold or a hundred times! As long as he is attacked by the dry well once, he will still die without a doubt!

Even if he could go back in time seven times, seventy times, or seven hundred times, Ning Fan didn't think he had the ability to collect the terrifying polar sun from the dry well.

This is not something that a monk from the dream world can do!

Just like the giant bell of reincarnation that no one in the Beitian Immortal Realm can lift, if you can't lift it, you just can't lift it! It's not that you don't have enough cultivation, it's that you don't have enough levels!

The attack power of Kujing has definitely reached the third step!

If Tu Huang's goal is to collect the polar yang from the well, then even if Ning Fan is willing to help Tu Huang, he can only say sorry to Tu Huang.
Chapter completed!