"In order to help this boy break the blessing technique, I even spent my inherited blood. I spent a lot of money this time. I hope this boy will not let me down... I must kill Yin Mo!"

The eyeball monster suddenly drank, and the purple stars above the valley immediately turned into a beam of purple light and shot down toward the lake.

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed at the bottom of the lake, and he watched helplessly as a purple light shot towards his body.

He originally wanted to avoid it, but the eyeball monster's voice came out at this moment, making him give up the idea of ​​​​escape.

"This is the Immortal Star, the fourth of the nine magical star points in the Immortal Emperor's right eye. It is the key to breaking the blessing technique. Accept it!

Next, your body will collapse and reorganize a thousand times. Without its power, you will surely perish a thousand times!" The eyeball monster suddenly reminded.

The moment the reminder sounded, Ning Fan's body began to collapse for the first time, a crazy collapse!

This time, not only the flesh and blood, but also the bones began to collapse, starting with the right hand, then the entire right half of the body, and then the whole body.

In just a blink of an eye, Ning Fan's clothes were shattered, and his entire body turned into blood mist and collapsed, leaving only his soul alone at the bottom of the lake.

Even if the physical body collapses, there is still an extremely powerful blessing power on the soul. Ning Fan's soul cannot fly ten feet away from the place where the physical body collapses!

At this moment, the purple starlight flew into Ning Fan's Yuanshen. Ning Fan's Yuanshen's face hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not resist this power.

He chose to believe in the eyeball monster once. After all, not believing in the eyeball monster would be a dead end. He had no choice.

As soon as the purple starlight shot in, Ning Fan's soul was immediately enveloped in the lavender light.

The physical body that originally collapsed into blood mist was reorganized in just an instant, but soon after, the physical body collapsed again.

Reorganization, collapse. Reorganization, collapse...The alternation of collapse and reorganization is a torment at the level of will.

It's like there is a tiny blade cutting away your flesh and blood inch by inch.

It's like an iron chisel is digging through your bones bit by bit.

It's like there are iron pliers pulling out your nails piece by piece and crushing your finger bones one by one.

Then, there was a new itching, followed by another round of severe pain.

With the help of the power of the formation, the severe pain was amplified countless times. However, Ning Fan always treated it with cold eyes.

His will has gone through too many trials. He has experienced too much pain like this and has long been numb.

However, his physical body collapsed again and again, eventually causing serious injuries to Ning Fan's soul. He could not ignore this injury.

After ten collapses, Ning Fan's face turned pale as paper.

After twenty collapses, Ning Fan's soul has become somewhat illusory.

Thirty times, forty times... Ning Fan's soul is finally on the verge of dissipation, and his consciousness is gradually lost. Once his soul is dispersed, he will die, just like many people who died on the path of cultivation, quietly

die.

Are you willing?

Are you willing to die incognito like this?

Are you willing to die just like this, being plotted by Ancestor Yin Mo!

No, not willing!

"Can't dissipate!" Ning Fan's soul suddenly looked paranoid and demonic. He didn't want to dissipate, so even today, he couldn't dissipate!

The lost consciousness was forcibly brought back by him!

The soul that was on the verge of disintegration was forcibly stabilized by his power!

His paranoia seemed to be connected to the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to emit a slight sense of warmth, making his soul more and more solid and his consciousness becoming clearer and clearer.

His energy was unprecedentedly concentrated, as if a voice suddenly sounded in Ning Fan's mind. It came from nowhere and was elusive and hard to find.

"I miss home... I miss... I really want..."

"...This drop of blood contains my half-life memories and longing for my hometown..."

Who is it, who is speaking?

A powerful force struck, and Ning Fan only felt pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his consciousness suddenly fell into many hallucinations.

No, that's not a hallucination, but a fragmented and messy memory.

In that memory, there was a barbarian boy wrapped in animal skin, running frantically for his life on the grassland.

He was just an ordinary barbarian with no cultivation. Behind him, several Pulse Pulse cultivators were chasing him with flying swords, toying with him.

Escape, must escape!

The tribes in the distance were already bleeding into the sky. His father was dead, his aunt was dead, and his home was invaded by the Ziwei Fairyland. His relatives were killed by those high-ranking Ziwei monks...

Home is gone...

"Enough fun, stop chasing, kill this kid, you can go back and do business." A young boy with Pimai got tired of playing, raised the flying sword in his hand, and shot the barbarian boy desperately running in front of him with one sword.

The barbarian boy felt a wave of pain, his vision became darker and darker, and he fell to the ground.

Is he dead? Is this death?

If you die, you can see your father and mother. If you die... you can go home...

When he was about to die, the barbarian boy showed a warm smile. It might be better to die than to live.

The body of the barbarian boy fell to the ground. The Pulse Pulse cultivators landed on the ground, preparing to cut off the barbarian boy's head and go back to ask for merit.

At this moment, the sky over the entire grassland suddenly turned into large swaths of purple.

There was also a man whose whole body was shrouded in purple light. He slightly lowered his gaze and walked towards the body of the barbarian boy.

The man was dressed in purple. He was extremely handsome. There was not a trace of cultivation aura flowing out of his body, but he gave people a feeling of being invincible.

Several Pulse Pulse cultivators were suddenly stunned. How could they not recognize the man in front of them? This was an old monster named Ziwei and Beidou from two major immortal realms!

"It's...it's him! That arrogant monk who calls himself Zi Dou!"

"A few months ago, this man single-handedly killed all three thousand soldiers of the Ziwei Immortal Emperor. In that battle, a total of sixteen saints died in his hands! The entire Ziwei Immortal Domain is now looking for this person!"

"It is rumored that after this person left, he met the Beidou Immortal Emperor. After the battle, he escaped unharmed. Before this person entered the fourth step, he had the strength to fight against the fourth-step monks. If he entered the fourth step, all the immortals

Among the emperors, who can compete with me?"

"Will...will he die? Rumor has it that this person is a murderer. He is extremely vicious. If we meet this person, there is no reason to survive..."

Several of the junior Pimai guys were shaking non-stop, their faces turned pale with fear.

The young man in purple didn't even look at the juniors, he just pointed his finger at them. These juniors immediately exploded into blood mist and screamed to death.

So what if the big one bullies the small ones? Each of these Pulse Pulse cultivators has killed a lot of barbarians, and they have a lot of karma on their hands.

If you dare to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed.

"Ziwei, have the two great immortal realms of Beidou completely surrendered to the Tai Cang Chen Realm? The majestic Immortal Emperor actually obeyed the orders of the Chen Realm and besieged the Ancient Barbarian Realm... Ziwei, have Beidou degenerated to this point..."

"Huanggu, Ziwei, Beidou... the three realms have joined forces, plus the strong men from the dust realm. I am afraid that the ancient barbarian realm will be broken soon... There will be one more slave realm for Tai Cang Jie Ling...

"

The young man in purple closed his eyes slightly. In this era, it is difficult for him to protect himself and he is unable to change the status quo.

Before the fourth step, he is still an ant. He is only a hair away from the fourth step, but he is still far away...

He hasn't seen his way yet.

"What exactly is my path..."

The young man in purple looked at the ancient barbarian world with flames soaring into the sky, and suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.

He hates such a war-torn world of cultivation. Every day, countless mortals and weak people die in the turmoil.

It was like the barbarian boy in front of me was used as a tool for teasing by the monks. After teasing, he was brutally killed...

"Huh? Not dead?" The young man in purple suddenly let out a light sigh.

But it was the barbarian boy who fell in a pool of blood, groaning in pain and getting up from the ground.

This young man is indeed a mortal with no cultivation.

This young man's heart was crushed by a flying sword, and he is still alive...

Could it be that this young man has some kind of special physique... It seems that there has never been such a physique in the world of cultivation.

"How could this happen...Why am I not dead!"

The barbarian boy suddenly burst into tears.

My father and mother are both dead, but he is the only one who is still alive...

What is this!

"Why do the weak have to be bullied and killed by the strong? Why, who set this rule!"

The barbarian boy didn't notice that there was a young man in purple standing next to him, he just focused on crying.

The young man in purple was enlightened by the barbarian boy's words, and he finally understood the problem that had puzzled him for many years.

"The rules...yes, the only difference on the way to the fourth step is this. I haven't set my own rules yet!"

The young man in purple looked deeply at the barbarian boy and asked, "What is your name?"
To be continued...