During these three months, little Bright Sparrow had already woken up. She had been staying beside Hei Yi to protect him.
However, what she didn't understand was that this black-robed Ning Fan was too cold and didn't even smile at her. It was only because of little Bright Sparrow's request that Hei Yi concocted some pills to let her know that although his face was cold, his temperament was still gentle.
"Cookie Brother has left … I can't bear to eat these pill cookies …"
Bright Sparrow felt a little suffocated in her little heart. Tears fell from her eyes as she panicked.
"Grandpa, why do I feel like I'm peeing in my eyes …" she said anxiously.
"Silly girl, this isn't pee. This is tears … When you miss someone, you will cry if you miss them too much. When you miss a family, you will cry if you miss them too much …" The short Old Man Ming Luo sighed with emotion in his eyes.
"Tears? What is that? What is missing … and what is home? "Bright Sparrow's heart tightened when the word 'home' flashed across her mind.
"Home … home is a place that you can't help but miss even when you are far away from home. Your home should be this Dark Sparrow's Grave. As for Grandpa's home, hehe, it's in a place far, far away … a place called the Tree World … hehe, that Ning Fan's innate talent is pretty good. When he was at the Harmonious Spirit realm, he was able to separate an incarnation and cultivate it to the Nascent Soul realm … even in the Tree World, he can be considered as a heaven's favored figure … "
"…" Bright Sparrow tilted her little head and ate the pill cookies. She didn't understand the sorrow of the Ming Luo Treant.
However, she vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Ming Luo's words. Her home shouldn't be in the Dark Sparrow's Grave …
Recently, Bright Sparrow had been dreaming. In her dream, her name was Si Cang and she had a 'home' that was very far away. It seemed like there was another 'home' that wasn't too far away …
"Grandpa, I want to leave the Dark Sparrow's Grave …" When the two words' Si Cang 'flashed across her mind, she suddenly felt a little sad. It was a feeling that she couldn't understand.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Not to mention that the Dark Sparrow's Grave has a special method to prevent the demons from leaving, you can't leave at all. Even if you can leave … you should know that you are a Pill Devil! You are a Fifth Revolution Pill that has gained spirit and has the chance to be cultivated into a Ninth Revolution or even higher pill! If you leave the Dark Sparrow's Grave and lose Grandpa's protection, the humans in the outside world will eat you alive! Those humans aren't afraid of you like the demon race in Dark Sparrow's Grave … "Ming Luo's countenance changed dramatically as he reprimanded.
"Oh …" Bright Sparrow replied softly. No one knew what she was thinking about, but there was a question in her mind.
Was the human race really that scary?
Biscuit Brother, isn't it great?
Although that old man Xue Qing was timid, he was not considered scary, right?
Moreover, those living beings in the dream who knelt before him … Were their pious eyes really that scary?
"I still want to leave Dark Sparrow's Grave …" She said softly in her heart, but didn't say it out loud.
...
All of this happened after the black-robed Ning Fan left the grave.
At this moment, Ning Fan had already merged his two incarnations and returned to his previous appearance.
The white robe and the black cloak coexisted, the smile and the killing intent resonated, ice and fire burned in the immortal meridian, good and evil, god and devil changing in his eyes.
White like a god, black like a demon, Yin and Yang as one! All of this secretly conformed to the supreme principle of the Grand Dao of Yin and Yang!
Thousands of miles away from Ning City, there was an ancient battlefield filled with ruins. This was the place where Jing Zhuo and Suqiu chased after the black corpse.
The Immortal Execution Sword Shadow was about to dissipate, but the black corpse relied on various means to forcefully come back to life under the sword qi!
Severe injuries! The ground was covered with black blood! However, his gaze was even more vicious. Although this serious injury had caused his Corpse Demon Realm to fall, it had greatly improved his state of mind!
Old Ancestor Jing Zhuo was speechless after breaking the sword shadow. He was afraid that even he would die if he fell into the Immortal Execution Sword Qi. He really had no idea how Ning Fan was able to display such sword qi. Moreover, his understanding of the black corpse's strength had improved once again.
As the sword shadow was broken, Jing Zhuo's hair immediately stood up. The reason why he didn't leave was because he wanted to eliminate the black corpse after it was severely injured.
If he could kill the black corpse, he wouldn't need to flee to another country. Yue Country and Fire Cloud Sect would be spared from the danger of destruction.
He could casually give Fire Cloud Sect to Ning Fan because he could see that Ning Fan would treat Fire Cloud Sect well. However, deep down in his heart, he still had deep feelings for Fire Cloud Sect.
"Suqiu Xianzi, let's attack together and kill this devil …" Jing Zhuo transmitted his voice to her.
"No need. He's here …" Suqiu lifted her bright eyes, looked at the sky and smiled sweetly.
Ning Fan's figure was hundreds of li away. If Jing Zhuo didn't fully release his spirit sense, he wouldn't be able to sense Ning Fan's qi.
However, Suqiu sensed it. It was the special sense of a woman, followed by the sense of spirit sense.
Sure enough, after the black corpse broke the sword shadow, he crushed the four illusory sword shadows in the sky with hatred. He stood in the sky without looking at Jing Zhuo and the others.
Although he was severely injured, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to eliminate Jing Zhuo because he still had endless trump cards!
However, his heart had been filled with hatred. It didn't matter if he could eliminate Jing Zhuo or not. At this moment, there was only one person in his heart … Ning Fan, who was approaching him amidst the flickering black light!
"Ning Fan! So you are a Nascent Soul cultivator! It's not surprising that you killed Tian Yizi! "The black corpse was so angry that he laughed.
“...”
Ning Fan, who came to help, was still wearing the same outfit as before. He stood in the sky and didn't talk to the black corpse. His eyes swept across the ground and smiled at Suqiu and Jing Zhuo.
"You've worked hard … I'll handle the rest of the matters. Both of you stay away …"
This voice was ethereal, but its power was much stronger than Jing Zhuo's! This was the true power of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
However, the strange thing was that Ning Fan's cultivation base and magical power were only at the half-step Gold Core realm.
Jing Zhuo hesitated for a moment, but immediately left.
He still remembered the divination of the old man. Ning Fan could kill Jing Zhuo with ease. Previously, he believed half of it, but now, he believed 90% of it!
As for Suqiu, she looked at Ning Fan in the sky. She raised her head and smiled brightly.
"The safety of Yue Country is in your hands … little guy."
This Suqiu seemed to like to flaunt her seniority. However, her smile was ten thousand times more tender than an ordinary girl's.
This smile was something that even a Nascent Soul expert of the Rain Palace couldn't get even with a thousand gold coins.
The two of them left.
Only Ning Fan and the black corpse were left on the ancient battlefield.
Ning Fan's eyes swept across the black corpse. There was fear in his eyes, but there was also a 90% chance of winning!
The black robe's nascent soul formation only allowed his spirit sense to reach the early Nascent Soul realm. It didn't increase his magical power significantly, but it gave him two great abilities!
The first was instant movement. The black light instant movement was extremely strange. It didn't consume magical power, but spirit sense. Even so, it had already reached the speed of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. Ning Fan had a conjecture that if his white robe body broke through to the Nascent Soul realm and mastered the secret art of instant movement, his speed would be much faster than a cultivator of the same realm as him!
The second was the Black Tempest Spirit Splitting Technique. It was a divine ability that allowed the black robe's body to explode into tens of thousands of black sword sense.
This divine ability had the same principle as the sword sense, but its power was enough to injure an early Nascent Soul cultivator. Tian Yizi was killed in just a single move.
The reason why it could kill Tian Yizi was not only because Tian Yizi was only a Gold Core cultivator, but also because the magical power of an early Nascent Soul cultivator was stored in his body. At the same time, it also reflected the power of the Black Tempest Spirit Splitting Technique!
After comprehending the Black Tempest Spirit Splitting Technique, Ning Fan's sword sense had a faint trace of black, which slightly increased the power of the sword sense.
The two divine abilities, one for escaping and one for attacking, had made Ning Fan's strength take a qualitative leap. The only regret was that Ning Fan's magical power was still too weak. He couldn't fight a protracted battle and had to end it quickly.
This was also the reason why the black robe didn't hesitate to use his strongest divine ability when facing Tian Yizi. His magical power was limited, so he had to finish it in one move!
He patted his storage pouch and took out a bottle of Bitter Pills. He didn't care about the bitterness of the pills and directly swallowed a dozen of them. He kept the remaining ten pills in his mouth and wasn't in a hurry to swallow them.
With the Yin Yang Evil Vein's refining speed, he could fight and recover his magical power at the same time. However, the difference in magical power between him and the black corpse would still be like heaven and earth.
However, Ning Fan had ninety percent chance of killing this corpse devil!
This was a kind of confidence! The kind of imposing manner of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
After all, the prestige of an Immortal Emperor was just prestige. It lacked Ning Fan's own understanding of the realm, so it lacked momentum. Without momentum, no matter how strong the prestige was, it was just an illusion. Could a fox flaunting the tiger's might really hurt someone?
Although the current prestige was only at the Nascent Soul realm and was far inferior to the Ancient Chaos Immortal Emperor, it truly belonged to Ning Fan. This murderous intent was obtained from Ning Fan's battles along the way!
"You are the descendant of the Corpse Devil Vein and I am the descendant of the Yin Yang Evil Vein. So, you can die in peace." Ning Fan's eyes changed and his murderous intent rose to the peak.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and nine black fire dragons engulfed the Heaven and Earth, covering the sky with black flames!
"Yin Yang Evil Vein? What kind of evil vein is that? Wait, this is the Earth Vein Demonic Fire, the real Earth Vein Demonic Fire! "The black corpse's expression changed dramatically. He never expected that Ning Fan would have such a demonic fire.
Even when he was at his peak, it was already extremely difficult for him to resist the Earth Vein Fire. Moreover, he had lost Tian Yizi's magical power container and his corpse was severely injured. It would be extremely dangerous for him to resist the fire with his physical body!
"Since you have this fire … forget it. This old man admits defeat. I will leave Ning City and Yue Country now!" For the first time, the black corpse's eyes showed a hint of weakness. Currently, he was in a disadvantageous position. No matter how deep the hatred was, he had to suppress it for the time being and seek revenge in the future.
But the reply to the black corpse was only Ning Fan's cold voice.
"Dragon Vortex Fire, First Revolution, Second Revolution, Third Revolution and Fourth Revolution!"
In just a moment, the black flames that covered the sky turned into a massive fire vortex and engulfed the black corpse.
The power of the vortex was extremely strange. The black corpse tried to use his remaining magical power to teleport away, but to his surprise, he found that his body couldn't break free from the power of the vortex!
Star Vortex could reverse attacks!
Fire Vortex could lock onto teleportation!
The word 'vortex' implied the principle of a circle. The Heavenly Dao was a circle and the sun was a circle! Everything that was related to a circle couldn't be underestimated!
In the vortex of oblivion, the black corpse had no choice but to use his remaining magical power to resist the might of the fire forcefully.
Although the Fourth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire was powerful, it was only enough to hurt intermediate or late Gold Core experts. To him, it was like scratching an itch through his boots.
If it wasn't for the fact that the corpse was afraid of fire, he wouldn't even try to resist the Black Demon Flame.
"Although I can resist this fire, once my magical power is exhausted and I don't have a container to replenish it, I will definitely be seriously injured in the fire … It's better for me to escape today!" In the midst of the flames, he patted his storage pouch. Immediately, Vein Opening and Harmonious Spirit refined corpses rushed out of the pouch and rushed straight into the sea of fire. They were immediately engulfed by the sea of fire, but the power of the fire had been worn down.
Hundreds of refined corpses had been consumed. The black corpse effortlessly broke a hole in the Fourth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire and immediately retreated.
Ning Fan's eyes froze when he saw this scene from afar. I must never let this devil go today. Otherwise, given this devil's ruthless personality, he would definitely seek revenge for the smallest grievance!
"Fifth Revolution!"
His face turned slightly pale. He forcefully activated the Fifth Revolution of the Dragon Vortex Fire. Even though his spirit sense had broken through to early Nascent Soul realm, it was still extremely difficult for him to cast the Fifth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire. His magical power was rapidly depleted like a clay ox entering the sea. After swallowing a dozen pills, the medicinal power turned into magical power, but it still seemed to be insufficient. Ning Fan immediately crushed two Bitter Pills in his mouth. Amidst the bitter taste, he barely had enough magical power to sustain the Fifth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire!
The Fifth Revolution of the Dragon Vortex Fire Vortex Fire Vortex drew a trace of Heaven and Earth force, increasing the power of the fire by a few times. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be injured if he was drawn into the vortex!
The black corpse who almost escaped from the flame was immediately sucked back into the vortex. As the Fifth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire burned him, he immediately let out a miserable cry.
"Ning Fan! Don't force me! "
"Humph! I won't force you. I will only kill you!"
"Fine! This old man will let you see what it means to destroy a country with ten thousand corpses! " The black corpse's body trembled in anger. He shook the black pouch and nearly one thousand giant Harmonious Spirit flying corpses flew out from it. They dived into the flame and self-detonated, blowing up the Fifth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire!
After that, he didn't stop and flipped the black pouch over. Nearly six thousand Vein Opening refined corpses, two thousand Harmonious Spirit corpses and one hundred Gold Core refined corpses emitted a putrid stench as they dispersed the flame and pounced towards Ning Fan!
Ning Fan's eyes changed. Ten thousand corpses! The black corpse's name of 'ten thousand corpses destroying a country' was actually true!
But so what if it was ten thousand corpses … Ning Fan closed his eyes and started again with sword light flashing in his eyes!
At this moment, the killing intent in his body had completely turned into the awe-inspiring aura of exterminating a group of ghosts in the Demon Sinister Forest!
"Destroy!"
He uttered a word indifferently. A sword sense that emitted a faint black qi spread out!
All the refined corpses that were wrapped in the sword sense, whether they were Vein Opening or Harmonious Spirit refined corpses, were directly minced into meat paste by the sword qi.
Out of the one hundred Gold Core refined corpses, seventy-three early Gold Core refined corpses were severed from the waist!
As for the intermediate and late Gold Core refined corpses, even if they didn't die, they were still heavily injured by the sword sense.
The so-called ten thousand corpses was actually destroyed by Ning Fan's magical technique!
At this moment, the black corpse's expression changed drastically. He had never thought that Ning Fan had the legendary sword consciousness and sword sense!
If he knew this earlier, he wouldn't have sent out the refined corpses to besiege Ning Fan. At most, he would have sent the intermediate and late Gold Core refined corpses to deal with Ning Fan!
Sword sense was the nightmare of the refined corpses and soul refinement cultivators!
"You actually have sword sense! You definitely don't have the bullshit Yin Yang Evil Vein. You have the Sword Divine Vein and you are a person of the Sword World! This old man will fight you to the death! "
The black corpse's eyes suddenly revealed a crazed look, as if he had a deep grudge against the people of the Sword World. But all of this had nothing to do with Ning Fan!
Under the black corpse's control, the twenty-seven slightly injured intermediate and late Gold Core refined corpses flew towards Ning Fan and let out a strange roar. Each of them seemed like they were going to self-detonate, intending to perish together with Ning Fan!
Ning Fan teleported a thousand zhang away with a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.
The Fifth Revolution of the Dragon Vortex was his limit, but it wasn't enough to eliminate the black corpse. So, he had to fight!
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the Black Demon Flame in front of him. It immediately increased the power of the Black Demon Flame, but it was still far from the Sixth Revolution of the Dragon Vortex.
When the refined corpses approached him again, Ning Fan teleported away and spat out three mouthfuls of blood essence. His face was already pale, but the power of the flame still hadn't reached the Sixth Revolution.
"Not enough, again!"
With another teleportation, he increased the distance between them again. This time, Ning Fan heavily punched his chest, causing his qi to weaken rapidly. Then, he spat out mouthfuls of blood essence on the Black Demon Flame as if he didn't care about his life.
The Dragon Vortex Fire danced violently and turned into a huge fire dragon that stretched for thousands of zhang. The huge vortex was the mouth of the fire dragon!
At this moment, the spiritual force within hundreds of thousands of li of Yue Country seemed to be mobilized by this magical technique.
Each of the cultivators was dumbfounded as they looked at the illusory black dragon in the sky.
Within the black shadow, there was a trace of demonic power of a true dragon that gradually took shape. At the moment when the demonic power took shape, the eyes of the fire dragon suddenly revealed an indifferent and disdainful look!
The Sixth Revolution of the Dragon Vortex could completely condense the shadow of a true dragon! The level of this technique could only be comprehended by peak Nascent Soul cultivators. Although Ning Fan's realm was low, the power of this technique was more than enough to severely injure the black corpse!
"Madman, this is … a madman! He wants to fight me to the death. Why?! This old man and I have a deep hatred towards each other! " A trace of fear rose in the black corpse's heart. If it was an ordinary cultivator, he would surely stop and negotiate with the black corpse after seeing that he wasn't easy to deal with.
But this Ning Fan simply wanted to fight to the death with the black corpse!
His whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth. In an instant, the black corpse immediately felt that the corpse that he was proud of was melting rapidly.
Unless he was at his peak, he could barely resist the Sixth Revolution Dragon Flame. Now that he was trapped in the flame, he would be severely injured even if he didn't die.
"Die!"
Ning Fan's breath was as thin as a gossamer. With so much blood essence spurting out, his injuries were too severe. But in order to eliminate the black corpse, he didn't care about anything!
Under his control, the black flame dragon opened its mouth and roared, spitting out countless black fireballs. The fireballs exploded outside the bodies of the Gold Core refined corpses, turning into a whirlpool of flames. The power of each of them wasn't any weaker than the Fifth Revolution Dragon Vortex Fire!
Almost in an instant, all the refined corpses turned into ashes. The black corpse, who was in the middle of the sea of flames, had a feeling that he was going to die.
The flames were enough to severely injure him, but not enough to kill him. But when Ning Fan's murderous gaze fell on him, the black corpse's heart shuddered.
"Black Torrent Spirit Splitting Technique!"
Ning Fan pointed at his glabella. His sea of consciousness turned into black sword shadows, rushing out of his head and circling in the sky.
The sword qi was like a black tide, diving into the black flame, setting off waves of raging waves in the sea of flames. Just like how it dealt with Tian Yizi, thousands of swords were like the wind, engulfing the black corpse.
Break, break, break!
Ning Fan ferociously crushed all the pills, pouring all his magical power and spirit sense into this attack.
If there was enmity, there must be a life and death battle … this was what the Old Monster had taught him!
After a series of whistling sounds of swords breaking and flames dispersing, Ning Fan finally couldn't withstand the counterforce of the magical technique. He was hit by the heatwave of the magical technique and fell to the ground, coughing out blood non-stop.
Countless fire shadows and sword qi shattered in the clear sky, revealing a charred corpse that was riddled with thousands of holes …
This corpse no longer had any signs of decay. It was completely charred while the soul of the black corpse was completely incinerated into nothingness.
Even so, this corpse wasn't destroyed. Was this the strength of a body that was close to the edge of Corpse Devil?
If it was the real Corpse Devil in his Cauldron Ring … how strong would its body be?
Ning Fan breathed for a long time before he forced himself to stand up. He looked at the charred corpse from afar, muttering to himself.
There was no joy of victory, only a trace of calmness.
"Moksha Emperor, I'm getting closer to you step by step … one day, you will end up like this corpse …" He said plainly.
...
Ning Fan was calm because he had a stronger enemy. So, he would never be complacent before he killed Moksha Emperor.
However, the cultivators of Ning City began to have their doubts after the clash of magical techniques.
On the ancient battlefield thousands of miles away, the clash of magical techniques was too intense. It was truly a rare battle in Yue Country for thousands of years.
As for the result of this battle, they were most concerned about it …
Who won? Was it 'Black Devil Ning' and Ning Fan, or … the black corpse that annihilated the seven countries?
Under the nervous gaze of the cultivators, Suqiu and Jing Zhuo returned to Ning City by treading on the escaping light.
The former's beautiful face still had a trace of surprise while the latter's face was full of sighs. It could be said to be extremely complicated.
Jing Zhuo's expression made the hearts of the cultivators sink. The impatient Bu Kuang Fen asked straightforwardly.
"Old Ancestor, why are you frowning … could it be that Black Devil Ning was defeated by that Corpse Devil?"
"Defeated? Cough cough cough … you all can see for yourselves … "
Jing Zhuo suddenly turned his head and looked afar. All the cultivators followed Jing Zhuo's gaze and vaguely saw a white-clothed and black-cloaked youth treading on the escaping light in the distant sky.
The young man's Qi seemed to be extremely weak, causing the ray of light he was travelling to become slightly unstable. However, his gaze was as calm as before. In his hand was a charred black corpse, as if he was showing off his spoils of war.
Needless to say, all the cultivators felt relieved …
The black corpse had been eliminated! There was no doubt about it!
But whether this white-clothed and black-cloaked youth was Ning Fan or Black Devil Ning … one should know that Ning Fan and Black Devil Ning looked exactly the same.
Bu Kuang Fen gave Old Ancestor Jing Zhuo a resentful glance. It was extremely strange for a burly man like him to have such an expression.
"Old Ancestor, you are really something. Since Master Black Devil has won, you should at least be happy. Why do you have to frown and make us worry …"
"Happy … cough cough cough …" Jing Zhuo indeed should be happy, but he couldn't. He had been oppressed by the black corpse, but Ning Fan … had cast the Six Revolution Dragon Fire that was comparable to a peak Nascent Realm magical technique and burnt the black corpse into a charred corpse …
Jing Zhuo knew that the one who eliminated the black corpse wasn't Black Devil Ning, but Ning Fan … there was no such thing as a bullshit Black Devil Ning in this world.
Therefore, he couldn't help but sigh. Was Ning Fan really an 18-year-old youth? Jing Zhuo was more willing to accept that Ning Fan was a Fourth Revolution Pill Master and a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for hundreds and thousands of years.
However, he was afraid that Jing Zhuo was the only one who felt this way. The other cultivators were cheering for Ning Fan.
After Ning Fan landed in Ning City, Nangong who had chased after the ship of Extreme Yin Gate returned with his men.
The battle between the Yue and Devil armies had ended. Ning Fan was afraid that he would have to embark on the path of core formation.
Weak as he was, he didn't even have time to rest before Zhihe rushed into his arms, almost causing him to fall.
Suqiu Xianzi was the first one to fall to the ground …
"Aiya! Brother Fan, quickly take a look. What happened to Suqiu Xianzi? Why did she faint?!" Zhi He exclaimed.
"This is …"
Ning Fan's face turned ugly as he scanned the unconscious Suqiu with his spirit sense.
Suqiu had been poisoned. Although the poison wasn't strong, it had gone deep into her body. It would be quite troublesome to detoxify it …
He secretly said in his heart that he was being rude, but his palm was placed on Suqiu's feet.
"Sure enough, it's the poison from that time … this stubborn woman. She didn't even say anything when she was poisoned … she had been acting tough until now …"
Ning Fan shook his head gently, but he had a trace of admiration for Suqiu.
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