The ability to travel thousands of miles is a great supernatural power. The secret lies in stretching the spiritual thoughts to infinite thinness, and then they can be extended to infinite distances.

Once upon a time, Ning Fan, who had just entered the path of cultivation, accidentally used this magical power. At that time, his spiritual mind was obviously still very weak, but because it was stretched to the extreme, it directly extended out of the Rain Realm, extending to

Beitian.

This is also a magical power with a very high risk factor. Back then, Ning Fan almost died because he could not recover his spiritual thoughts. Fortunately, he was saved by the Immortal Emperor Meng Xuanzi, who holds the monument.

But today, there is a mysterious old monster who wants to guide him to travel thousands of miles. It is really interesting...

Outside the gate of Nanyao Temple, Ning Fan looked up at the sky. The sky was clearly empty except for a slight drizzle. However, he seemed to be looking at something seriously and counting something, and gradually became solemn.

"One floor, two floors, three floors..."

"Tenth floor...twentyth floor..."

"Two hundred floors..."

"Four hundred floors..."

"One thousand one hundred and forty-nine floors..."

Some pedestrians passing by, curious about Ning Fan's behavior, stopped and looked at the sky with Ning Fan, but they could not see anything from the sky. They asked Ning Fan but did not answer, and finally had to leave with doubts.

He thought to himself that this man counting to the sky was really a weirdo. Naturally, because of Ning Fan's attire, he did not dare to express these slanders.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Fan looked back and slowly closed his eyes. The invisible power of spiritual thoughts began to surround him.

If anyone could see these invisible thoughts, they would be surprised to realize that at this moment, some runes are slowly being generated on the surface of Ning Fan's thoughts. Those runes are colorless and formless, and only those with profound Dharma eyes can see them.

The Principles of Wood flowing on the runes. These Runes of Wood were condensed by Ning Fan using the power of the Principles of Wood. The process of condensation was extremely unfamiliar, difficult, and unskilled.

As time passed, Ning Fan condensed more and more runes on the surface of his spiritual thoughts. Those runes gathered together and turned into a thin cocoon on the surface of the power of his spiritual thoughts.

In the life of that thin cocoon, Ning Fan's power of spiritual thoughts has obviously improved in some aspects, but unfortunately, before Ning Fan could fully understand it, the thin cocoon seemed to have a wrong method, and cracked with a crack.

The hard work for nearly an hour was in vain.

Ning Fan frowned, but then he let go with a wry smile, cupped his fists and said towards the temple,

"The seniors are willing to give guidance, but the juniors can't understand the secret. I'm afraid they will disappoint the seniors."

The voice in the temple said, "Disappointed? No, little friend, I was really surprised. You clearly don't understand the method of reciting Jia Jue, but you can imitate it to such an extent just by looking at it. Your understanding is so incredible that I am really surprised."

Only seen in my life."

"Senior's compliments are ridiculous, but I'm ashamed of myself." Ning Fan said politely, but he was secretly shuddering in his heart and had some guesses.

Reciting Jiajue...

Is it that terrifying magical power that covers the surface of spiritual thoughts with thin cocoons of runes, doubling the tenacity of spiritual thoughts...

There is no doubt that this mysterious old monster who led him here knows the great magical power of traveling thousands of miles. In the empty sky, there is actually an infinitely thin thread of spiritual thoughts, connecting all the way to Nanyao Temple.

As long as Ning Fan can see the thread of thought, he can find his way to this place even without the guidance of the woman holding the umbrella.

There are very few people who can see that thread of thought. That is to say, Ning Fan has practiced the art of minding the gods and the art of peeping into the sky. Only by having a delicate perception of the mind can he see the thin lines in the sky. If it were anyone else, even if he had

The strength of the Immortal Lord and Immortal King may not be visible.

This was the result of the mysterious old monster deliberately revealing his thought thread without hiding it. If he had hidden it intentionally, even Ning Fan would have no way of knowing that there was a thought thread in the sky.

That's because pedestrians passing by are not cultivated enough and will never be able to see it, so they think Ning Fan is weird about counting the sky.

They don't even know that what Ning Fan is counting is the number of thin cocoons on the thin line of spiritual thoughts, a total of one thousand one hundred and forty-nine layers. This mysterious old monster's spiritual thoughts... are too terrifyingly tough!

"Wandering thousands of miles is a great magical power. As my cultivation level gradually increased, I tried to practice this magical power, but I still couldn't achieve it. To master this technique initially, you need to have the cultivation level of a true immortal, and the monks are required to practice spiritual thoughts.

Only with great understanding can one achieve the first step of traveling thousands of miles and draw the divine thoughts into the smallest detail... As for the second step, improving the tenacity of the thoughts, few people can do it..."

Drawing into the smallest detail refers to the method of drawing the divine thoughts into thin threads. It is necessary to practice the micro-control of the divine thoughts to a certain level in order to achieve this step. Among a hundred true immortals, often only one or two can do this.

A little. These people can stretch their spiritual thoughts into filaments that are one-tenth or one-twentieth thin, thereby increasing the coverage of their spiritual thoughts ten to twenty times, but this is often their limit and they cannot do it.

To the theoretical infinite detail and infinite distance of traveling thousands of miles.

This is because the thinner the spiritual thoughts are stretched, the lower the toughness and the easier it is to break. Infinitely thin threads are also infinitely brittle and will break when the breeze blows, making them impossible to use for magic.

Improving the tenacity of spiritual thoughts is the biggest problem in cultivating the ability to travel thousands of miles. Because of this limitation, there are many people who can do the first step of traveling thousands of miles. However, there are very few people who can really master this technique in the Age of Ending Law.

Mingzi, Taoist Mu Song and other quasi-sages can’t do it.

But the old monster in the temple can actually travel thousands of miles! A glimpse of the leopard, this old monster in the temple must not be underestimated...

Ning Fan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, Wu Laoba fell into this person's hands, but he didn't know how to get it back...

"Do you know why I gave you this advice?" the voice from the temple asked.

"I don't know."

"Because I smelled a trace of the Nian Shen Jue from your body, but it seemed incomplete. I had a causal relationship with the Immortal Emperor Taichang of the Ancient Heavenly Court. This man was the Great Emperor of Palm Nian. Although he was not good at fighting, he was

I have a profound understanding of the Divine Sense. Among saints, I have never seen anyone who can surpass this person in the Divine Sense. If I had not benefited from him, with my qualifications, it would not have been possible for me to travel thousands of miles to this level.

At the same level...what is your relationship with Taichang, but you are a descendant of Taichang's disciples?"

"I disappoint my senior. It was only by chance that this junior practiced the incomplete skills of Immortal Emperor Taichang and was not a descendant of his disciples." Ning Fan thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"That's such a pity... If you are a descendant of his disciples, because of the promise I made with him, I need to help you achieve the true dream of traveling thousands of miles; but if you are not, then I don't need to fulfill this promise. I will give you some advice.

One or two is enough, but it is absolutely impossible for me to teach you the complete Eight Techniques of Minding the God for no reason. That's it for now, we should talk about your servants." The old man sighed with regret and took back his possessions.

As he thought in the sky, his voice gradually became colder.

Ning Fan and Immortal Emperor Taichang have some fate, which is the same thing.

It's another matter that Ning Fan's servants offended him!

"I don't know how my servant Wu Laoba offended senior, please let me know." Although Ning Fan knew that the other party was powerful, he remained calm and composed. After all, although the other party's words were cold, he had no real murderous intention. This matter may not be without mediation.

room.

"Humph, is that little turtle called Wu Laoba? He fell in love with my treasure and wanted to take it away, so he made a bet with me. Now he lost the bet and is trapped in my water tank. You want to save him. This matter

It’s not difficult, you just need to make the same bet with me.”

"What bet?"

"I bet that you will not be able to enter Nanyao Temple alive and come to me, but if you can do this, then I have lost the bet, and you can take that little turtle away! But if you lose the bet, you will

Even if you are dead, I will take your flesh and blood!"

Ning Fan's heart trembled.

If he loses, it means that he will die in Nanyao Temple, on the way to meet the mysterious old monster... It must be dangerous to come to Nanyao Temple.

"It seems that your relationship with this little turtle is not very good. I have not imprisoned him for half a day and he has already scolded you more than 1,800 times. Hum, for such an unfaithful servant, you better not fight with me."

It’s better to gamble!”

Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly let out a light sigh. It turned out that Ning Fan didn't even hesitate and stepped directly into Nanyao Temple.

Good luck!

"Interesting boy..." The old man's voice drifted farther and farther away and could no longer be heard clearly.

Ning Fan stepped into the gate of Nanyao Temple with a calm look. Of course, his relationship with Wu Laoba was not good enough to risk his life for him, but even if it was just for the cause and effect between Wu Laoba and Lao Mo,

He will not leave Wu Laoba alone.

Even if the other party is suspected of being a quasi-sage!

The moment he stepped into the temple gate, the rain technique outside the temple was forcibly blocked and the rain stopped.

Ning Fan was slightly moved. There was only a door between the inside and outside of the temple, but they were like two completely different worlds. With his cultivation level, once he entered the temple, he could no longer make his mind escape from the temple. It was like being imprisoned in a dark place.

In the forest’s temple!

From the outside, Nanyao Temple is just a small ruined temple.

Looking from the inside, there are over 10,000 yin towers in Nanyao Temple. There is smoke and grass, ghosts are crying in the sky, withered bones are everywhere, broken swords and sticks can be seen everywhere, and blood stains are not yet dry...

It doesn't look like a Buddhist pure land, but it looks like a ghost cave!

"No, this is...an illusion!"

Ning Fan suddenly realized something. He suddenly understood why those passers-by turned a blind eye to this temple with its gloomy atmosphere.

It turns out that he was the only one who fell into the illusion, and the moment he stepped into the temple gate, he was the opportunity to officially experience the illusion...

"break!"

Ning Fan's left eye flashed with a demonic light, shooting out a purple-black light, hitting the gloomy world inside the temple, and actually creating a crack in the world.

What he used was the innate skill of the Fuli clan to see through illusions!

As soon as the crack opened, Ning Fan jumped towards the crack, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. He was still standing outside Nanyao Temple, maintaining the original posture of looking at the sky and counting. The rain was still falling, and there was no gloomy air in Nanyao Temple.

Did he escape from the illusion? It turns out that he never entered the temple, but fell under the illusion from the beginning...

"This man is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, counting something..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the tomb of the Holy Mountain..."

Some pedestrians on the road were pointing at Ning Fan.
To be continued...