The young man in black saw Ning Fan nodding, actually daring to try the heart-cutting technique, and nodded with satisfaction.

"good."

He gave Ning Fan a final compliment, walked out of the wine shop silently, and walked farther and farther along the path outside the wine shop, bathed in the drizzle.

He is the ancestor of Yu, but he is dead after all. He can only give opportunities to future generations. As for whether future generations will succeed or fail, live or die, they all have their destiny and cannot be forced. Naturally, he cannot interfere.

He comes in the wind and rain and goes in the rain, wherever he comes from and where he goes.

What outstanding achievements the generation of Yu Zu had, and how he rose from humble beginnings step by step, will never be known to future generations.

Ning Fan put away the jade slip and stood with his fists clasped in the direction where Yu Zu left. He stood in the drizzle for a long time, feeling full of admiration and gratitude.

After Yuzu's figure completely disappeared in the wind and rain, the scene in the illusion gradually changed.

Ning Fan knew that his heart-cutting method was about to begin.

His eyes showed a solemn look, and he turned a deaf ear to the changes in the surrounding scenery, only concentrating on pinching his fingers.

The first step of the heart-cutting method is to use the power of demons to lock in the divine power.

Ning Fan temporarily separated the three forces and transformed them into gods, demons and demons again.

In the illusion, green, purple, and black mist suddenly appeared covering the sky.

The fog cleared, and three young men appeared in the illusion.

The first young man was dressed in a green shirt, with a strong sense of rain floating around his body, and three bloody stars flashing between his eyebrows. He was a royal cultivator, with a compassionate and majestic expression.

The second young man was dressed in a purple shirt, with a purple light floating all over his body to help him escape the evil spirit, and two purple stars flashing in his left eye. He was an ancestor-level demon cultivator with a strange and evil expression.

The third young man was dressed in black cannon, with the overbearing demonic spirit of the mountain floating around him!

The demonic meaning of that mountain comes from one of the nine mountains that suppressed the Demon Ancestor Mara!

The young man in black robes, with two black stars shining in his right eye, is an Ancestral Blood level demon cultivator. His expression is arrogant and domineering!

The three young men have different expressions, but their appearance is the same. They are all Ning Fan!

These three young men are the manifestations of the power of the three Ning Fan clans in the illusion of the mind, and have nothing to do with various avatars and magical powers.

As soon as the brilliance appeared in the illusion, countless purple and black chains suddenly appeared around the green-robed god cultivator, binding him tightly.

In the hand of the purple-clothed demon cultivator, there was an extra purple-light flying sword.

In the hands of the black-clothed demon cultivator, there was a black giant axe.

"Behead it!" the green-robed divine cultivator said calmly, without fear.

The next moment, the purple-clothed demon cultivator pointed his finger, and the flying sword in front of him turned into a beam of purple light, piercing the azure-clothed divine cultivator's chest and piercing his heart!

The green-robed divine cultivator frowned, as if he was in great pain, but said nothing.

After a few breaths, a burst of blue mist floated in his chest, and his heart, which had been pierced by the sword light, slowly regenerated.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed demon cultivator changed his technique. Millions of purple flying swords suddenly appeared in front of him, stabbing the azure-clothed cultivator in the heart one by one...

One million swords, two million swords, three million swords...

One year passed. The green-robed divine cultivator's face was extremely pale, but he never said a word.

"It's been a year, it's your turn." The purple-clothed demon cultivator said to the black-clothed demon cultivator.

The black-clothed demonic cultivator nodded, swung the giant ax, and slashed diagonally towards the green-clothed divine cultivator's heart.

With just one axe, its immense power was unrivaled. It not only chopped the heart of the Qing Yi divine cultivator into pieces, but also chopped his body into two pieces!

After a burst of green mist, the broken body of the green-robed god recovered and his heart revived.

The black-clothed demon cultivator sneered and said, "The ax blow seems not painful enough, let's do something new! Change!"

As soon as he pointed it out, the giant ax immediately turned into a black eagle with an iron beak and pounced towards the chest of the green-robed god cultivator!

Its sharp iron claws could easily tear open the flesh and blood on the chest of the green-robed god cultivator.

Its iron beak, as sharp as a sword, suddenly pecked at the beating heart under the ribs of the green-robed god cultivator.

The black eagle did not tear out the heart in one go, but pecked at the heart of the green-robed god cultivator one by one.

The heart of the green-robed god cultivator keeps growing, while the black eagle keeps pecking...

The second year passed, and the young spiritual cultivator's face became paler, but he was still not dead.

The black-clothed demon cultivator's arrogant eyes revealed a hint of admiration, and he switched to the purple-clothed demon cultivator to torture the green-clothed divine cultivator.

The purple-clothed demon cultivator smiled evilly, "I attacked his heart for two consecutive years. Let's attack in a different place. Let's change the taste. Let his heart rest for a year and enjoy some comfort. The next year when he attacks, he will feel even more pain..."

After the purple-clothed demon Xiu finished speaking, he walked forward and grabbed the eyes of the green-clothed divine cultivator with one hand, gouging out the eyes of the divine cultivator.

Then with a casual move, he summoned a purple dagger, cutting off the skin and flesh on the arms and thighs of the green-robed god cultivator piece by piece, scraping away the white bones and leaving blood all over the ground.

Not long after, the body of the divine cultivator in green recovered, but the demon cultivator in purple showed an evil smile again, and tortured the divine cultivator in green in various ways...

In this way, the third year passed, and although the young spiritual cultivator never made a sound from the beginning to the end, he finally began to be unable to bear this torture-like torture.

Fourth year, fifth year, sixth year...

Year after year passes, day and night are not distinguished in the illusion, and it is difficult to distinguish spring and autumn.

Ten years have passed, a hundred years have passed, a thousand years have passed... seven thousand years have passed.

This year, Qingyi Shenxiu's body is illusory and almost disappears...

He could no longer bear any torture from the other two.

He finally understood how painful it must be for Luo You to bear the pain of seven thousand years of heart-cutting...

"Little You'er, what exactly is she carrying that makes her hurt herself so desperately just for revenge..."

The divine cultivator in green was dying and seemed to die at any time, but he gritted his teeth and stubbornly said to purple and black, "Continue! The first divine orifice has not yet opened!"

The purple-clothed demon cultivator and the black-clothed demon cultivator looked at each other, and both saw hesitation in the other's eyes.

The method of cutting the heart has been carried out to this point, but it is still unable to cut out the divine orifice. There is really no need to continue cutting it.

If he continues to cut, the Qing Yi Divine Cultivator will die... no, Ning Fan will die!

It's just that once this illusion is opened, you can't leave it unless you cut out the divine orifice!

This is a method that is 100% successful, enough to stably unlock the first divine aperture!

But if you want the success rate to reach 100%, there must be a prerequisite, and that is to be able to survive until the moment when you can cut out the divine orifice!

"Continue! I won't die so easily!" A trace of determination appeared in the eyes of the green-robed god cultivator!

At the moment when this decisive look emerged, his heart suddenly felt a mysterious feeling of being in harmony with the sky.

Countless green mist suddenly enveloped the body, and the injuries all over healed by 70% to 80% almost in an instant!

"This is..." The three people in green, purple and black all looked thoughtful.

The next moment, the three of them all showed expressions of understanding.

"That's it!" the three of them said at the same time.

They remembered Yuzu's last words.

The ancient gods use their hearts to prove the Tao. If the heart dies, the Dharma will be destroyed...

On the contrary, if the mind does not die, the Dharma will not die!

With a ray of obsession in my heart, the protection of the law will last forever, and I dare to live as long as the heaven and the earth... This is the way of the ancient god clan!

During the ancient catastrophe, God lost his heart. That heart not only refers to the qualifications for cultivating magic power, but also the obsession in his heart!

If you don’t have enough obsession, how can you subdue your heart?

If you can subdue your mind, you can attain the Great Way!

"Conquer his heart..."

The green-robed divine cultivator seemed to have gained considerable understanding of the divine way. His eyes became firmer, and his heart became stronger.

The two men in black and purple took turns attacking his heart, destroying his spiritual heart countless times, but in an instant, his spiritual heart healed itself.

Eight thousand years, nine thousand years, ten thousand years...

Twenty thousand years, fifty thousand years, one hundred thousand years...

One hundred thousand years of pain cannot erase the obsession in the eyes of the Qing Yi divine cultivator.

His heart is still there!

"That's enough!" The green-robed divine cultivator suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. His magic power shook, shattering the demonic chains on his body.

He took the first step. The injuries all over his body healed instantly. When he took the second step, he reunited with the three people in purple and black.

In the third step, he transformed into a body dressed in white. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said, "The first divine orifice is open!"

One hundred thousand years of heart-breaking pain could not make him surrender, but only made his belief stronger and stronger!

At this moment, the illusion of Zhanxin completely collapsed. Outside, Ning Fan, who was cross-legged in the Xuanyin Realm, suddenly opened his eyes!

He stayed in the illusion for a hundred thousand years, but the illusion was nothing more than a nap dream, very short-lived.
To be continued...