The tide of blood thoughts is approaching, the resentment in the air is even more suppressed, and ghost cries that come from nowhere begin to sound all around.≯

Ning Fan opened the protective golden light to a range of one foot and walked calmly on the frozen sea without any resentment. He could clearly see the general trend of the place and could even guess the center of the tidal explosion.

After deducing the location of the center of the tidal explosion, Ning Fan came to a place east of the Blood Sea and sat cross-legged, waiting for the tide to come.

This wait is three hours.

The sea of ​​​​blood suddenly began to melt, and the waves under the ice resumed their flow. Resentment filled the air like a thick fog, covering the entire sea hazy. In the haze, there were some broken pictures from time to time, like a mirage.

, appearing in the mist.

These are all scenes of Guhua Zhenren before his death!

"Here we go, the blood tide will double in power every hour. With the combined efforts of you and me, we can only survive the tide until the fourth hour. At that time, memories related to overcoming the tribulation are often

At the moment when it appears...this Cang Mang Butterfly wants to cultivate with a seal, but to carve the memory of overcoming the tribulation from it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!"

At the bottom of the deep sea, the main demon soul imprisoned by the Blood Bee woman was struggling with the rising resentment all around, while sneering slightly, looking forward to seeing Ning Fan being frustrated under the tide.

Even in the eyes of the Blood Bee Master Demon Soul, Ning Fan may not even be able to sustain himself in the tide for an hour, and he will be severely damaged by the tide.

Unfortunately, this woman was destined to be disappointed. Ning Fan, who was protected by the Aegis Destroyer Shield, regarded the resentment in the sky as child's play and did not suffer any injuries at all, and did not even let the resentment get close to him.

As a blood-colored wave line rushed from the endless sea, there was a deafening sound of crashing waves. The wave line got closer and closer. When it got closer, it was a huge wave with a height of a hundred feet, facing Ning Fan where he was sitting cross-legged.

The ground roared and was photographed.

The resentment contained in this hundred-foot-high wave is extremely terrifying. If compared to mortals, it would take tens of thousands of mortals from the Cultivation Star to reach this amount of resentment, which is enough to make some new immortals change their colors in horror. But Ning Fan

He responded calmly, waved his hand lightly, and in an instant, he shot hundreds of golden bolts towards the huge wave, eliminating the momentum in the huge wave. Then the huge wave stopped its momentum and stopped in the air, as if it were still, which was extremely strange.

"This child actually detached the momentum of the giant wave from advancing and falling, causing the giant wave to stop in the air! What a profound understanding of the general trend of heaven and earth is required to do this!" At the bottom of the deep sea, the Demon Soul of the Blood Bee Lord, No.

The two demon souls were shocked.

Even Emperor Baihua, who was far away in the inner hall, raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised.

Ning Fan looked thoughtfully at the still giant waves.

"The memory of Guhua Zhenren's tribulation is still preserved today because of the deep resentment. It is covered in resentment and has not faded over the years. These memories are too fragmented, like a complete book, torn into countless pages, or even just

Even every page is broken into countless fragments... It is too troublesome to engrave these broken memories, and even if it is engraven, you can only see scenes that cannot be connected together. It is better to just take away the grievances here and study them slowly in the future.

The various memories in the grievances may be seen in full... These grievances can be regarded as one of the treasures. After all, Baihua Emperor has something to say first, if I take it away, she will have nothing to say!"

Making a plan in his mind, Ning Fan actually rolled up his sleeves and directly put the still giant wave into his sleeves!

"This son actually took away the huge wave of resentment!" The two women at the bottom of the deep sea were extremely shocked.

With their understanding of the general trend, they are far from being able to stop the giant waves in the air and let them collect. When faced with the oncoming giant waves, they often have to avoid them.

But Ning Fan was able to do this, and his skills were beyond the imagination of the two women. It was obviously not comparable to the Eternal Immortal Lord!

A mere external cultivator could actually have such methods!

"Dong Tian Shi Zi Secret... No, I'm afraid this boy has even mastered the Wei Zi Jue. Otherwise, he couldn't have been so calm in the face of the pressure of this palace that day... I underestimated this boy. Maybe he doesn't have to serve the sentence.

Cold dew, there is also a chance to win the spring water of the South China Sea, but there is no need to give up this hope completely..." Since Ning Fan entered the treasure house, the Hundred Flowers Emperor finally smiled with satisfaction for the first time, sweeping away the gloom on his face.

Then he seemed to think of something again, with a calculating look in his eyes.

Even after imprisoning Blood Bee for many years, nothing can be confirmed. Perhaps if the memory of the ancient flower's death falls into Ning Fan's hands, it is more likely to reveal some secrets...

The huge tidal waves that came one after another were calmed down by Ning Fan with the secret of "shi". This calmness lasted for three hours, and finally began to feel a little difficult.

At this time, the concentration of resentment in the tide had already increased several times, and it continued to increase with time. Starting from the fourth hour, Ning Fan had to turn on the protective golden light to the limit.

By the ninth hour, Ning Fan's body-protecting golden light had been somewhat dented by the oppression of the surrounding resentment. If the body-protecting golden light were removed at this moment, Ning Fan firmly believed that he would be directly turned into blood by the resentment. Fortunately, the tide was coming to an end, otherwise

Ning Fan had no confidence that he would be able to sustain himself for a few more hours as a cultivator.

But this was enough to make the two girls in the deep sea feel horrified.

As the last wave of tide passed, Ning Fan removed the protective golden light and left calmly. In his sleeve, there was a palm-sized blood-red crystal. If you listen closely, you will hear ghost cries from the crystal, and the waves crash.

The sound of the shore.

It is the condensed resentment collected from the tide of blood thoughts!

After chanting the spell, a burst of light appeared in the air instantly, transporting Ning Fan out of the treasure house here.

Everyone outside the treasure house had been impatient for a long time and was talking about it. At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly came out, which made everyone quiet down instantly.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

"This person is finally willing to come out. He has been able to stay in the treasure house for so long. His magical power cannot be underestimated. If you encounter this person in the second round, you must not provoke him too much..." There are many people who are afraid of him.

"This person has stayed in the treasure house for so long, and I don't know what kind of benefits he has gained..." Naturally, there are greedy people, but they restrained themselves because they were concerned about Ning Fan's power.

After Ning Fan came out, the flesh-winged boys who led the way were finally willing to take everyone back to the guest room.

Those monks who had benefited from the treasure house began to get busy as soon as they returned to the guest rooms, and Ning Fan was no exception.

In this treasure house, he got a lot of good things, such as the Three Desolate Poison Immortals whose venom can kill the Immortal Lord. Ning Fan does not intend to use this thing to kill people, but plans to take it in the future when he is strong enough to improve his ability.

Poison resistance.

Another example is the number of sixth-grade Dao springs in the river, the huge number of Dabei Dan prescriptions, and the entire orchard of million-year-old spiritual fruits...all the benefits are considered to be considerable gains.

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And that drop of cold dew of punishment... Although Ning Fan didn't intend to take it, he still took it away and did not put it back in the end...

Naturally, there is also the memory of the ancient flower master's failure to overcome the tribulation. What Ning Fan brought out was not a copy of the seal, but the complete resentment of the emperor's death, which almost drained away the resentment of the entire sea of ​​blood.

Holding the blood-red crystal of resentment in his hand, Ning Fan tried to penetrate it little by little with his spiritual thoughts. Suddenly, he felt the stinging pain of resentment coming from his spiritual thoughts.

At the same time, what came into Ning Fan's mind were scenes of broken memories of Guhua Zhenren's failure to overcome the tribulation.

It's still too damaged and I can't see clearly the whole process of Guhua Zhenren's journey through the seventh tribulation of eternity. I can only see some fragmentary pictures.

In one of the scenes, Guhua Zhenren is standing on a blue sea of ​​thunder, using the power of an innate sword to resist the thunder attacks in the sea of ​​thunder.

The second scene suddenly changed, showing the scene of Guhua Zhenren being wiped out in ashes. Before his death, he was still roaring words such as "I don't believe it".

The third scene jumps back to the scene of careful preparations before the tribulation.

The fourth scene is another moment when Guhua Zhenren fights the blue sea of ​​thunder.

The fifth scene is the scene of Guhua Zhenren admiring the Worry-free Orchid at the main peak of Baihua Peak before going through the tribulation.

Picture six is...

Ning Fan suddenly paused, turned his thoughts back slightly, and looked at a broken memory again:

The sun was setting in the west and the evening breeze was slightly cold. Master Guhua seemed to have had a premonition that this tribulation would not go smoothly, so he sent all the boys away and stayed alone on the cliff, looking at the worry-free orchids with a solemn expression.

"I am only 30% sure of successfully surviving this seventh calamity. Logically speaking, I should have continued to suppress the calamity, continue to accumulate strength, and wait for a greater moment. But unfortunately, I can't wait any longer. I think

I want to bet on this measurement to confirm a guess... Maybe the answer will make me collapse and make me crazy, but I will never believe that this guess is true! Even if it is true, I will use this measurement

I used calamity as a bait to plot against the person behind the scenes, and once again...rebellion!"

"It's a pity that I originally found the twelfth-grade flower king as a protective weapon, but now I only recovered the eleventh-grade flower. The chance of retrieval may be lower than expected... The flower that was once planted in the dream world missed the target first.

The golden energy withered later. If it weren't for this, the twelfth-grade flower emperor would unite his soul. I'm at least 50% sure of this matter.

To succeed... But if this flower had not withered, I would not have been able to understand it. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether it is a gain or a loss. Alas, that was the product that I had the deepest hope in my heart. I gained wisdom because of a butterfly.

Feelings, but they died looking at their husbands, and died with the ancient heaven. It's a pity, it's a pity...

The ancient flower master slightly showed his magical power, and twelve light groups suddenly flew out from his body. Each light group was a flower exuding the aura of the emperor.

Gradually, twelve thumb-sized women suddenly appeared on the flowers of the twelve light groups. They were sleeping in the core of each flower. They were transformed by the essence of the flower. They were all extremely beautiful women.

Among them, the largest and most illusory one, the female spirit sleeping on it, has an appearance that is very familiar to Ning Fan.

Xu Qiuling…

"Only you are missing..." Master Guhua looked at the worry-free orchids that were as pale as sickly beauties, and sighed slightly. The twelfth-grade illusory flower, which carried the image of Xu Qiuling, suddenly faded and disappeared.

Only the other eleven items remain…

The screen ends here.

Ning Fan took a breath and looked at this scene over and over again. There seemed to be a trembling sound in his soul, constantly colliding...

The King of Flowers lost his golden energy and died with the heaven, the butterfly, and the spirit in the flower that was indistinguishable from Xu Qiuling...

That face, that enough to bring trembling to his soul... Could that flower be... Ling'er's previous life...

And the butterfly in the story related to Gu Tianting refers to him...

Did he have any interaction with Ling'er in his previous life...

Ling'er...did she die looking at her husband in her previous life? Looking at her husband, was it him...

Ning Fan's expression darkened and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

In the previous life, we had fought together through life and death, and in this life, we had held hands and shared weal and woe. However, when we first met on a stranger's road, we didn't know each other when we saw each other in the sea of ​​people...

Reincarnation is like a stranger... reincarnation... is like a stranger...

Suddenly, Ning Fan understood something.
To be continued...