Mother, Paper Crane, and myself...

This is the warmth that Ning Fan dreams of having...

He slowly closed his eyes and showed a satisfied smile, although he knew that everything in front of him was illusion.

It was late at night and the two girls were resting, while Ning Fan rode a bull out of the village and headed north.

There is a mountain to the north. The mountain is not high, but it is only 500 feet high. But there is a young man in purple standing on the top of the mountain. He stands there, as if his look can make all the world in front of him... shatter!

Ning Fan jumped off the green bull, patted its head and said goodbye to it.

The green cow was reluctant to leave, and turned back after a few steps, as if it didn't want to leave Ning Fan, but Ning Fan punished it and turned it back.

His body vertically turned into purple smoke and appeared on the top of the mountain. He stood one step behind the young man in purple clothes and cupped his fists.

"Junior Ning Fan has met Immortal Emperor Zi Dou!"

"Um!"

At this moment, the young man in purple clothes had an aura of looking down on the world in his eyes.

He is on the mountain, so he is no longer a teacher in the mortal world, but... the Immortal Emperor!

"I have a destiny with you! If you pass the test set by this emperor, you can gain enlightenment... But before this enlightenment, I have something to ask you... You scare away the evil thieves with your bravery, and you don't kill them.

You have to stay in the illusion, why don’t you spend more time with your mother and wife, but you are in a hurry to find me!"

"I need to cultivate myself to meet them again in the real world!"

"Well, this answer is not satisfactory... Your level is far from enough to see through the truth and fiction, and I can't blame you... The outside world is real, but the illusion here may not be real... One day, you will understand reincarnation clearly..."

The young man in purple clothes stopped talking, his figure gradually became ethereal, and finally turned into purple mist and dispersed.

This purple mist enveloped the 500-foot-high hill, suddenly rising up, straight into the sky, reaching 7 million feet.

At a height of seven million feet, Ning Fan was greatly shocked. At this moment, whether he was in the outside world or himself in the illusion, he was on the top of the mountains!

"You entered the broken world from the endless sea, your mind entered the sea of ​​clouds from the broken world, and your Taoist heart entered the illusion from the cloud sea. Among these, which one is true and which one is false. Can you see through it?"

"You may not be studying diligently, but you are false. You may not be killing in the rain world, but you are true...Truth and falsehood are just a thought!"

"I use the power of reincarnation to evolve the purple mist. In the purple mist, you can comprehend it carefully. How much you can comprehend is your chance!"

Following Zi Dou's words, traces of purple energy, like a long stream of water, submerged into Ning Fan's body.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, standing on the top of seven million feet in the sky wind, and realized it carefully.

He cannot see through reincarnation because his cultivation is too weak and he is still at the first step of cultivation. But the Immortal Emperor claims to be at the fourth step!

The four-day true immortals should be the second step of cultivation. In other words, the reason why the true immortals cannot even look up to the Immortal Emperor is because they are far from the third step, let alone the fourth step...

This is a blessing given to me by the most powerful person in ancient times.

Never waste yourself!

In this purple energy, it seems that in one step, one can grasp the true meaning of reincarnation and perform the art of reincarnation that even Meng Xuanzi fears.

It's just that too much purple energy is flowing from the fingertips, like the fine sand of the Ganges River that cannot be held, like the passing years.

"I haven't fully transformed into a god, and I'm not strong enough to understand the power of reincarnation... But if I just imitate this purple energy and create a spell, it may not be impossible... Even if I only imitate half of the shape, this technique can be regarded as tainted with a trace of the power of reincarnation.

The shadow of my body, and when my realm is sufficient, I will be able to understand reincarnation with this technique!"

He looks at it, pinches it with his hands, and evolves his techniques.

The 98th, 99th days... passed by day by day, and Ning Fan had stood on this top of seven million feet for 47 days!

On the 48th day, he opened his eyes, condensed his fingers, and the purple mist around him was like broken glass, turning into crystal dust.

Every particle of that crystal dust is purple gold, like smoke and dust, like wind and sand.

Ning Fan did not understand the true meaning of reincarnation, but he created his own spell based on the power of reincarnation.

He opened his eyes, turned around blankly, looked in the direction of Meng Xuanzi, and changed his gestures.

At this moment, Meng Xuanzi's face was severely shocked.

Day 48! This boy actually stayed in the dreamland of Wen Dao for a full 48 days!

And from the look in his eyes and his fingers, it seems that this boy has also mastered a spell.

If it were just a spell, that would be fine, but this spell has no grade!

"No levels? There is only one reason why this technique has no levels...that is, the power involved in this technique is too powerful and cannot be expressed through levels... His current cultivation level has not completely transformed into a god, so he uses this technique

, is a middle-grade transformation technique, but if he breaks through the void refining, then this technique will be a virtual technique! If he becomes an immortal, this technique can be improved step by step and become an immortal technique! It is not without grade, it is really a high-grade technique.

It’s so high that you can’t comprehend it all in one go!”

Meng Xuanzi's eyes were solemn. The spells that Ning Fan had comprehended were not complete at all and had many flaws. With his current cultivation level, he could only exert the power of a middle-level transformation level, but the power involved actually made him, the Immortal Emperor, feel...

A bit tricky…

As Ning Fan pointed to one side, his eyes gradually turned purple and gold.

With the movement of the fingers, the purple gold wind and sand evolved with the power of reincarnation, like wind smoke, blowing across the sky and the earth. However, all the rocks, grass and trees that were involved in the purple gold wind smoke withered and withered at an unimaginable speed!

"I don't understand reincarnation... but I do understand the feeling of time rushing by. Hundreds of years of fragmentation, like a huge boulder, the urgency makes me unable to move... Time, Shao Hua, I can understand it a little bit..."

He took a deep breath, completely forgetting himself, and continued to perfect the third spell he had learned.

Nine Steps to the Sky, Moliu Divination Technique, each one is its strongest trump card.

This kind must be stronger! Because this is the opportunity given by the Immortal Emperor to realize!

"What is time, what is youth... Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. This technique can dissolve time, making all things old and decayed. Its name is... Zishu, Fengyan!"

I want all the enemy bandits to grow old and turn into dust in this wind and smoke!

Ning Fan pointed his finger and clicked, and purple-gold wind smoke rolled towards Meng Xuanzi.

Meng Xuanzi's expression changed, and he pointed out a ray of green light, which turned into a hunting breeze, trying to offset the purple-gold smoke.

Even though he was just a breeze, it was more than enough to offset high-grade magic spells.

However, when the breeze collided with the purple smoke and dust, it was unable to stop the purple smoke at all. On the contrary, the wind force attenuated and melted in the wind smoke.

Nothing can escape old age, not even the wind!

Zijin Fengyan caged Meng Xuanzi, with the strength of his immortal body, there was no harm at all.

Although he was not injured, Meng Xuanzi clearly felt that his body had aged a little, and his vitality had been taken away...

Under that contact, a mere mid-level technique actually hurt him? Even though it was only a little bit, it was already too ridiculous!

If Meng Xuanzi felt right, the power that took away life involved the power of reincarnation... Although it is specious, it is involved...

"This boy has really realized the power of reincarnation! If this boy also has the cultivation level of an Immortal Emperor, this finger of wind and smoke is enough to defeat me with one finger!"

The third step of killing the mortal is over!

Ning Fan's eyes were completely clear and he smiled bitterly. When he was comprehending the spell, he actually attacked Meng Xuanzi. Fortunately, Meng Xuanzi didn't seem to blame him.

In my heart, I was secretly delighted with the power of this technique.

When this spell was cast, Ning Fan was confident that with one finger, there would be a slight chance of killing him in the middle stage of becoming a god, even in the later stage, causing the opponent to turn into ashes in the wind and smoke!

On the 48th, the mana increased by 48 armor, totaling 349 armor!

And after some reflection, I almost completely transformed into a god, all I needed was to inscribe my name on a tablet.

"Thank you Mr. Zi Dou..."

Ning Fan faced the purple mist in the distance and clasped his fists.

The Immortal Emperor must be dead, and the relationship between master and apprentice in the illusion must be just the inheritance of magic.

It is a power that I cannot understand, but one day I can understand it, see through the truth and realize the reincarnation.

"Young students, if you are interested, fly to my void realm and join my Palm Tablet Palace..."

For the first time, Meng Xuanzi took the initiative to consider accepting a disciple!

"The junior already has a teacher..."

"Really... That's such a pity..." Meng Xuanzi shook his head and sighed. As he is, it is enough to take the initiative to speak once. It is impossible to say the same thing a second time to force the other person to become a disciple.

He said no more, rolled up his sleeves, the world trembled, and appeared under the three sacred monuments with Ning Fan.

Since the demon power transformed into a god, it was natural to engrave a demon monument.

"This is the technique of 'condensing luck into writing'. If you carve your name like this, you can get blessings from luck..."

Meng Xuanzi rolled up his robe, and a jade slip appeared in front of Ning Fan. He took it into his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows.

In an instant, the art of condensation and movement into a pen was understood.

His luck has already been blessed in reincarnation, so there is no need for this extra technique.

Even, under the ink, there is amazing purple luck and first-rate luck.

If Ning Fan is willing, he can carve a purple name, but if he wants to do that, he is afraid that the secret of his changed destiny will be known to the true immortal who plots against him, and the gain will outweigh the loss...

"Condensation!"
To be continued...