The young man in black is so arrogant that he refuses to recognize him as his eldest brother even at the peak of the spirit. But he recognizes Ning Fan as his eldest brother, which shows that Ning Fan is stronger than the peak of the spirit!

Stronger than the peak of Fusion Spirit, what else could it be if it weren’t for the old monster of Jin Dan!

When I thought about having to solve the lottery for an old Jindan monster, Yu San's palms couldn't help but sweat.

This is troublesome. If you don’t interpret the signature well, you won’t be destroyed by Ning Fan...

Ning Fan frowned slightly, he didn't know when he became the eldest brother of this young man in black.

Ignoring the young man in black, Ning Fan closed his eyes and shook the lottery tube.

After counting the interest, a lot is drawn.

Yu Sanzhu picked up the bamboo stick with trembling palms. There was only a line of strange runes on the bamboo stick without any words, which was different from ordinary people's sticks.

He glanced at the content of the bamboo stick, closed his eyes at the third sign, counted with his fingers, suddenly picked up the ink pen, and wrote a poem on a piece of yellow paper.

At this moment, he was immersed in the power of heaven and had no idea what he was writing.

When he opened his eyes and looked at what he had written, Yu Sanzhan immediately looked extremely ugly and shivered even more.

'A lonely love for a lifetime, I can bear to watch the falling reds grind into dust, the beauty is like a cloud, it is difficult to bear each other, half a confidant and half an enemy.'

"What's the meaning of this sign?" Ning Fan asked calmly.

"This lot, this lot..." Yu Sanzhu didn't know how to say it.

"Big brother asks you to untie the sign, so you do it! If you delay any longer, I will cut you into a stick immediately!" The young man in black said coldly.

"Ahem, I understand, I understand... This lot is among the marriage lots, it can be regarded as... the lower lot. Judging from the lot, this old man may have to go through a long period of loneliness before he can get a good match for a lifetime.

And this uncle has a good marriage with more than one woman, I'm afraid there are many women. It's a pity that some of these women are confidants and some are enemies... In short, the marriage is bumpy..." Yu Sanzhan said tremblingly.

"Nonsense! My eldest brother is a person who is like an immortal, how can the marriage lottery be the lower one!" The young man in black glared at the three lottery, wishing to cut him off immediately.

Ning Fan looked at Yu Sanzhuan slightly in surprise, thinking that this person could interpret the lotus very accurately.

Speaking of which, although there are many beauties around me, many of them have turned from enemies into confidants.

"Good solution."

Ning Fan's faint words, like the sound of nature, made Yu Sanzhan look overjoyed.

What he feared most was that Ning Fan would be dissatisfied with the signature. Now it seemed that Ning Fan was very satisfied with the signature.

Upon hearing Ning Fan's words, the young man in black calmed down all his anger and did not continue to embarrass himself with the three fortunes.

As long as Ning Fan is satisfied, Ning Fan is his elder brother!

The eldest brother is satisfied, and as the younger brother, he will naturally not be dissatisfied!

After finishing the first lottery, Yu handed the second lottery tube to Ning Fan.

This lot is for good luck.

Ning Fan rolled out one lot, counted the third lot with his fingers, and wrote a poem on the yellow paper with a stroke of his pen.

'At first it was like a purple sun reflecting the rays of rays of light. Then it was stained with filth and fell into black light. I only think about the opportunities of creation, and it is too common for a corpse to die tragically.'

Putting down the ink pen, Yu Sanzhao opened his eyes, and when he saw what he had written, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

Big bad luck, big bad luck! This lottery is worse than the previous lottery. How can I solve it without angering Ning Fan?

"Just tell the truth, I won't do anything to you." Ning Fan saw through Yu Sanzhu's panic and said calmly.

"Yes. This lot is a sign of great misfortune. Judging from the sign, you were supposed to have great luck and boundless blessings. However, due to some reasons, your luck changed, all your blessings were lost, and you were plagued by bad luck. From now on, all good fortune and opportunities will come to you.

I am not destined to be with you, so you need to be careful when going out. If you are not careful, you will be killed by others due to bad luck and die tragically..." Yu Sanzhu gritted his teeth and explained truthfully.

"Nonsense! How dare you curse my eldest brother to die miserably!" The young man in black was furious!

Ning Fan waved his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Accurate, really accurate.

These three fortunes can predict whether one's luck will turn into black.

But it's a pity that these three numbers are destined not to show that one's bad luck can turn into purple.

If you can't calculate it, you're right. If you can calculate the change in your luck with the three fortunes, Ning Fan will be worried.

"Is the next lottery a destiny calculation?"

Ning Fan directly picked up the third lottery tube. He shook out one lottery and gave it to Yu San to solve it.

He counted the third lot with his fingers, closed his eyes, and waved his ink pen. The third lot was solved!

When he opened his eyes and saw what he had written, Yu Sanzhuan was so frightened that his face turned pale.

The first lot is the Xiaxia lot, the second lot is very unlucky, and the third... is actually the Shura lot!

This lottery couldn't be more fierce!

'Become a demon by killing all the immortals. Become a demon by killing all the demons. It's hard to find the true fruit in the sea of ​​blood. So what if the Tao becomes enlightened and the Tao is destroyed!'

"This sign, this sign..."

"There is no need to decipher this sign, I can understand it."

Ning Fan put down the lottery tube, turned around and left.

He spent most of his life killing, killing endlessly.

Just to protect the obsession in his heart, he has already been stained with blood, and his sins are heavy, but so what!

He can't avoid this road, he can't hide from it!

Walking under the Beidou starry sky, Ning Fan's thoughts gradually drifted away.

During the calamity of life and death, he had heard the story of the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou who killed the Immortal Emperor Ziwei and the Immortal Emperor Beidou.

When Zi Dou Immortal Emperor destroyed Ziwei and Beidou Immortal Realm, the killings he committed were definitely not trivial.

After the bloody sea of ​​​​blood, what was exchanged was a peaceful and prosperous age in the Purple Dou Immortal Domain.

Zi Dou uses one person's sins to gift the common people a peaceful and prosperous age.

It's hard to say Zi Dou's merits and demerits, but Ning Fan understands that he is not as good as Zi Dou.

Along the way, all he could think about was to protect his loved ones from his own sins.

He does not have such a big ideal to protect the common people.

He is not even as persistent as the previous killing emperors, and is willing to give up everything to protect the Blood Realm.

He has always been selfish and can never be selfless.

However, at this moment, he felt an urge to turn the turbulent Four Heavens and Nine Realms into a peaceful place like the Beidou Blood Realm.

Let the people he thinks about and love in his heart live in the world of cultivation without any worries.

You don’t have to worry about being murdered, you don’t have to worry about being attacked and killed, you can just live a normal life like a normal person.

Is this an ideal?

Can creating a peaceful world and making loved ones happy be considered an ideal?

"ideal..."

Ning Fan's ears seemed to still be echoing with the earnest words of Immortal Emperor Zi Dou.

"Have you ever had an ideal in your heart?"

"At your age, I am just a monster who kills without restraint. One day, you will have your own views on this world of cultivation."

In a daze, Ning Fan seemed to hear another voice in his ears.

The sound came from the giant willow. No one could hear it, only Ning Fan could hear it.

That's the sound of the avenue!

That is the sound of the great road left by those who once attained enlightenment under the giant willow tree!

The night was dim, and Ning Fan had walked very far away. Suddenly he looked back and saw the towering giant willow from a distance!

There once was a young man who called himself Jumen, planted willow seeds, and attained enlightenment before planting.

On the day he attained enlightenment, it had been a dream for thousands of years, and the willow seeds had already turned into giant trees in the sky!

He lamented the passage of time under the tree and lamented, "How can people be embarrassed when trees are like this?"

No one knows that when the Giant Killer Emperor was dying, he quietly sat under the giant willow!

He entrusted everything to the third generation of young emperors. He sat alone under the giant willow, looked at the giant willow, looked at the blue sea rising as before, and looked at the green mountains that would remain in the dark night. There was no dejection of sitting down, only full of grandeur!

Here, he said the second sentence, but no one heard it.

That voice turned into a Taoist sound. It will exist in the giant willow forever!

"The green hills remain the same, but I am gray. Time is not forgiving...it's just that people can grow old and their strength can fade, but their hearts can't die and their ideals can't be destroyed!"

"Although my body dies and Tao is destroyed, my ideals and Beidou will remain forever, immortal and immortal!"

As the words of Taoism passed into Ning Fan's ears, Ning Fan suddenly raised his head. He looked at the Beidou in the sky and was speechless for a long time.
To be continued...