The matter of obtaining ten Nether Luo fruits made the Nether Luo tree spirit feel unbelievable. Ning Fan, after obtaining the Nether Luo fruit, went into seclusion for three days at the tree heart of the ninth floor of the Nether Tomb.

The injury of being attacked by the fire spirit is relieved.

Rest in peace by the invasion of the power of confusion.

After a long time, Ning Fan gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, waved his palm, and took out fiery red demon pills, with his eyes showing his splendor.

"Fire Spirit Demon Pill... Demon Pill, human cultivators, must not be taken directly, they can only be refined into pills to take it, but the "Five Spirit Demon Pill" is an exception... Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, five kinds of origin spirits. If they transform into spiritual intelligence and form monsters, their demon pills can be swallowed directly by the monks, but there are limitations on their cultivation... If a monk wants to swallow the Five Spirit Demon Pill, his cultivation must be more than one great realm than the Lord of the Demon Pill..."

Ning Fan was slightly silent. The Fire Spirit Demon Pill in front of him belonged to a type of the Five Spirit Demon Pill. It is a thing that countless peak golden elixirs and even Nascent Soul Cultivators are sought after... If he is refined by his own deity, he will only be retaliated by the demon pill due to insufficient cultivation... And even if he can refine the demon pill, his magic power has reached the highest point before the pill formation and he cannot improve any more...

With a slight sigh, Ning Fan suddenly changed his mind.

I can't refine it myself, can I refine it if the black-clothed incarnation be transformed?

The black-clothed incarnation has the same strength as the original divine consciousness. It is at the level of half-step Nascent Soul, and can be completely separated from the body... If it is left at the ninth level of the underworld grave and refining the Fire Spirit Demon Pill, it may be able to achieve the Nascent Soul strength in the underworld grave!

Stay in the underworld grave and break through the Nascent Soul! The strength of the incarnation comes from the power of divine thoughts. The improvement of divine thoughts has a small bottleneck, but there is no big bottleneck of the level of the knot bottleneck... The divine thoughts break through the Nascent Soul, and there are so many Fire Spirit Demon Pills to help, three months is enough! When the divine thoughts break through the Nascent Soul, the black-clothed incarnation will have the strength of the Nascent Soul level and sweep the Yue Kingdom!

Ning Fan's eyes moved. If the divine thoughts formed a Nascent Soul, even if his cultivation level had not been formed into a pill, he would have the power to fight with a real Nascent Soul master with the incarnation of black!

But immediately, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes... He had two safety issues in black, so he had to consider it.

First of all, the black-clad infant and swallowing the Fire Spirit Demon Pill is very suitable in the crater. Under the power of the fourth-grade fire, the spiritual energy is extremely strong, which can definitely increase the probability of infant formation... But this place is the territory of the Mingluo tree spirit. Although Mingluo's hostility towards Ning Fan has been reduced a lot, it is said that people's hearts are unpredictable, and they are in seclusion in the Mingluo territory... Ning Fan cannot guarantee that Mingluo will not change his mind and attack him.

There is a solution to this problem... He still has a trace of true soul in his hand. Originally, when Ning Fan asked for the true soul, he had a little bit of a trick. He said he wanted the true soul, but he did not promise to return the true soul to Mingluo after he cured Mingque!

I am afraid that if Ming Luo asks for the true soul before leaving the grave, Ning Fan will stand leisurely on the first floor of the grave, in the teleportation array, and bargain with Ming Luo's clone who is as weak as the meridian-piercing cultivation to exchange for some benefits with the true soul.

Ming Luo attacked Ning Fan first, and Ning Fan cheated him once, which offset the problem.

But afterwards, Ming Luo opened the Nether Luo illusion for Ning Fan... This incident could offset the previous sneak attack, and Ning Fan was embarrassed to threaten Ming Luo at this moment.

This true soul has the last effect, and is gone... But if it is not returned to Ming Luo for the time being, as a guarantee for the clone to retreat in the underworld grave... Then this true soul is of great use!

In this way, the safety problem of black-clothed incarnation was solved... However, half of the incarnation was left in the underworld grave, and only white-clothed incarnation left... Three months later, Jiyin Gate attacked Ningcheng, and with white-clothed incarnation, it was difficult to compete with Ziyin Old Demon and others.

The white-clothed incarnation inherits cultivation and physical body, the black-clothed incarnation inherits the sea of ​​consciousness and sword thoughts.

Black clothes stayed in the underworld grave, and White clothes could still sense the divine mind, but they could no longer use the magical means of sword thought... If Black clothes could break through the Nascent Soul before the attack of the Jiyin Gate, they could reverse the situation... If Black clothes broke through the Nascent Soul and encountered an accident, then at that time, he would use the peak cultivation level of White clothes to compete with the half-step Nascent Soul of the Ziyin Old Demon... There are many dangers in this matter.

Ning Fan's divine thoughts swept towards the volcano, his eyes frowned... The volcano that burned the fourth-grade spiritual fire, killed hundreds of demon pills because of a black-clothed slaughter of fire spirits, killed tens of thousands or tens of thousands of them... This incident caused the volcano to begin to extinguish. I missed this retreat and swallowed the fire spirit demon pill to form babies. There is no such good retreat place... In the world, not every place, there are fourth-grade spiritual fires like a sea of ​​fire, waiting for you!

After all, a small fourth-grade spiritual fire can be sold at a sky-high price if it is placed outside!

"This volcanic fire is not fire, but is transformed by demonic power. It cannot be brought out of the underworld grave, and it begins to be extinguished with the killing of the fire spirit... Missing this opportunity, black-clothed breaks through the Nascent Soul, it will be difficult for black-clothed babies, and white-clothed will face many dangers..."

"Forget it, take a compromise method... Black clothes make babies here, White clothes leave the grave and return to Ningcheng. When Ningcheng was attacked, Black clothes had not yet formed a baby... Then give up this opportunity to form a baby and let Black clothes return to Ningcheng!"

Ning Fan immediately slapped the sky spirit, and a flash of light separated the two bodies of white clothes and black clothes.

Black and White had a very tacit understanding. He took away all the demon pills, without any reminder, and directly held a trace of the demon soul and headed straight to the extinguished volcano.

Baiyi pondered slightly, then patted the storage bag and took out a Mingluo fruit, pondering without saying a word.

This Nether Luo fruit is only the size of a lychee and has a rough surface, just like the surface of the cave stars in ancient memory. But a trace of colorful patterns are densely covered with faint light and rippling with dreamy power.

The Mingluo Fruit, also known as the Dream Fruit... Take one, which allows the monk to gain a state of mind for fifty years... The way to improve the state of mind is to use the Mingluo Fruit to enter a dream... A dream will last for only one night in the outside world, but in the dream, it will last for fifty years... The dream of fifty years is not enough to improve the cultivation level of half a minute, but it can calm the mind!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Since I have cultivated my demons, my cultivation has improved very quickly, but my state of mind is a flaw... My state of mind can only be accumulated through time, and I cannot obtain it through pills... Except for the Nether Luo Fruit, there is probably no other thing in the world that can have the magical effect of improving my state of mind... I want to take the first Nether Luo Fruit in the Nether Tomb!"

Ning Fan in white smiled slightly, took the Mingluo fruit into his mouth and bit it into pieces.

A colorful dream power immediately made Ning Fan's eyelids sink and sink into his dream.

...

Dream.

Hai Ningning's family, a three-year-old child with confused eyes, was led into the Ning family's servant's house.

Next to the Cuitang River, which is as green as jade, there are countless children in Haining City, who are also confused and are led into the Ning family.

Most of the children were orphans and beggars. They were found by the Ning family monks from all over the Wu Kingdom, erased their memories and received them from the Ning family, as children of the Ning family. Those with the qualifications to cultivate immortals are called "young masters", and those with stupid qualifications have become "subs" and adopted sons of servants.

The three-year-old child, following a thin middle-aged man, bent over and over. The middle-aged man looked snobbish and said coldly.

"From today, your name is 'Ning Fan', my adopted son of Ning Daniu. Before you, I also accepted an adopted son, one year younger than you, and was called 'Ning Gu'..."

"oh..."

The three-year-old child responded carefully. When he heard "Ning Fan", he felt very familiar. When he heard "Ning Gu", he felt a little sad.

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand what his mood is. He is just a three-year-old child.

As he thought about it, the child named Ning Fan couldn't help but stop his steps, standing there stupidly, with his eyes blank.

"Why, I want to call Ning Fan... Can you not call this name? My mother said, my surname is 'Yun'..."

"Hiss! A three-year-old child has been erased from his memory. How could he still remember the previous incident... Humph, please ask Master Immortal to erase the memory for you again. This time, you must be thorough..."

Ning Daniu was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking. The memory of the immortal master was erased and he could still remember his original name. The child in front of him was the first...

His eyes moved. The child in front of him must be a monster... Otherwise, how could this be possible?

While he was thinking, behind him, a young man in white clothes and black cloak walked gently.

Although the young man was thin, he had no breath at all. He was obviously a monk, not a mortal.

"Ning...Ning Daniu, pay homage to Grandpa Immortal Master!"

In the eyes of Ning Daniu, all monks are immortal masters!

Ning Daniu thudded and knelt down at the young man. He was afraid, very scared. He had seen with his own eyes that an immortal master killed two hundred and seven bandits in a mountain... The immortal master was a respected existence in Wu State. Even the ancestor of the Ning family was extremely polite to the immortal master. Ning Daniu could not afford to offend the immortal master.

But the young monk didn't even look at Ning Daniu, but his eyes fell on Ning Fan, with memories.

"Is your name Ning Fan? Good name...You said, your surname is Yun?"

"Yes." The little boy responded obediently. For some reason, the little boy had an instinctive sense of intimacy with the boy in front of him.

"Ning Fan... Maybe your real name is Yun Fan... Haha, I didn't expect that I could actually see this memory from the depths of my memory... But, I know my original surname, so what? The Ning family adopted them are all orphans. After all, you have no father or mother. The surname Yun and Ning are no different." The young man sighed.

"Oh..." Ning Fan nodded. Although he didn't understand a word, what was the uncle in front of him saying.

After the young man sighed, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his momentum was like a storm!

"I ask you, do you have the will to defeat the heavens and defeat the clan!"

"I...I don't understand..." The little boy seemed to suddenly remember something and showed fear.

"Forget it. The first Mingluo Fruit, your heart is too tender, not the time to return to Haining and kill the demon."

The young man sighed and rolled up his sleeves. In Ning Daniu's shocked gaze, he took Ning Fan and the two disappeared without a shadow.

The dream is broken.

When the dream regains, there is a deserted land in front of you, and what is reproduced is the scene of the demon forest.

"Fifty years, you want to look at me and kill someone..."

The young man took the little boy and stepped into the demon forest in one step and began, endless killing!

The little boy saw blood at first, and saw the broken limbs and bones, so he fainted. He vomited countless times, but his tender heart was mature again and again!

In fifty years, young people and children have never had a conversation.

Fifty years, the young man destroyed countless ghosts with one sword...but every time the ghost dies, it will condense again. It can't be killed, because this is a dream.

Loneliness, fatigue, to the point of being numb to killing... The child's eyes gradually emerged with courage and coldness.

"I don't know that I have the heart to go against the will of heaven and defeat the Cang at this moment... I don't know that I may be able to kill the love at this moment!" The little boy's tone was tender, but his expression was cold as if he was killing the god!

Then, after fifty years of killing, the dream shattered!

...

On the ninth floor of the grave, the world of tree hearts, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of fatigue and vicissitudes in his eyes.

The outside world, but in the past one night, I really experienced fifty years of loneliness and killing in my dreams.

He closed his eyes and calmed down his mind. After a long time, when he opened his eyes, he swept away the fatigue and vicissitudes, but his eyes were completely different from entering the grave!

My state of mind has improved for fifty years!

However, he did not have any joy, only sighed.
Chapter completed!