"What does Dongxu mean...how to transform into a demon, how to..."

The closer he got to the giant monument, the breath of vicissitudes of life seemed to melt Ning Fan away.

Looking across the three huge monuments, Ning Fan suddenly realized that the unfamiliar names of the transformed gods actually had different colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple represent the luck at the end of each journey. Most are red, orange, yellow, green, and blue, with very few blue, and even rarer purple...

It's just that what Ning Fan cares about is not the purple name, but a certain black name among the countless names on the sacred monument.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after seeing the name clearly, Ning Fan's expression changed.

Liang Yi Xing, Han Yuanji!

"Master! His name is actually on the sacred monument! It's not wrong. There is a rare aura of Master's inscription in this name. I won't admit it!"

"Why is it black? Why is the color of Master's name so different? Could it be that this is the key to becoming a demon?!"

He glanced at the three giant monuments and gradually discovered that for every tens of thousands of people, there would occasionally be a black name. His eyes fell on the arrogant Taoist boy. This Taoist boy looked young, but in fact he was over a thousand years old and had some transformations.

God’s later cultivation.

Ning Fan withdrew his gaze, cupped his fists and said,

"May I ask your Excellency, why do the names on this Tiandao Divine Monument have different colors?"

"Oh! You can actually see the color difference between different sacred monuments!"

The Taoist boy's eyes changed.

Just because that color is luck, ordinary monks can't see it at all. Generally speaking, only true immortals can see it. In the Zhangbei Immortal Mansion to which Taoist belongs, those who can see luck when Shattering the Void,

There is no one out of ten, and there is no one out of ten who can see luck under the transformed spirit!

Immediately, his arrogant expression faded away, he put away his fly whisk and gave Ning Fan a fist.

"Fellow Taoist has extraordinary vision, he is truly extraordinary! I belong to the Xuanwu Star in the Void Realm of Beimingtian, and am the guardian Taoist of the 'Immortal Emperor Palming the Stele'. My Taoist name is Yiqing. Please give me your honorable name, fellow Taoist!"

With a bone age of a thousand years and in the late stage of divine transformation, this Taoist boy named Yiqing has outstanding qualifications. Even on Xuanwu Star, he is not weak in reputation. Xuanwu Star heroes are rare and can be put into Yiqing's eyes. But today

, Ning Fan made this clear and his vision brightened.

Before this child has completely transformed into a spirit, he can read the color of his luck, and he is destined to be an extraordinary person.

This kind of talent is worth making friends with yourself!

"Ning Fan!"

Ning Fan clasped his fists. There was no point in concealing his name in front of the monument.

Kill the mortal in three steps and carve a name to transform into a god. The name cannot be concealed.

There have been so many divine guests in the past, but few can make Taoist boys look at them... Ning Fan is one of them!

"Fellow Taoist can recognize luck. I'm afraid that if fellow Taoist turns into a god and carves a monument to condense luck, he will need the help of senior sister 'Beili'..."

The Taoist boy took out a green talisman and recited something.

It has been thirteen years since the cultivator of the Transformation of Gods read out luck.

The Taoist boy had a vague feeling that Ning Fan would shock the sea of ​​clouds today.

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Chapter completed!