The forbidden area of the capital, Longtan.
The sky was dark, not because it was too late, but the black mist of Longtan, rising into clouds, obscuring the sunlight.
The vegetation here withered, and the pool water was bloody.
But this bloody smell of water, which was inhaled into the lungs, seemed to be met with nectar after a long drought, and it actually made Ning Fan's demon power increase a little.
One breath will increase a little bit of demon power. If you jump into the Longtan to practice, it will not be difficult for ordinary monks to transform into gods for a hundred years!
But the premise is that you have to survive in Longtan for a hundred years.
There are many more monks who have broken bodies with demon power and died in Longtan cultivation. The bloody smell melted into the pool water, and it lingers to this day.
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed, the pitch black, bottomless black pool in front of him was the Dragon Pool that the Luoyun Monster Clan was fascinated by and changed when it heard it!
Longtan! One step is successful, the dragon is transformed into a god, and one wrong step is ruined!
Danger and opportunity always coexist!
"This dragon pool is bottomless, but the further down you go, the stronger the demonic power of the pool water, and the shorter the time it takes to absorb the demonic power and break through into a god. Above nine thousand feet, all are black pools, and below nine thousand feet, On the other hand, there is a pool of blood, and there are no skeletons of dead demon cultivators for countless years. Below, it is said to be the Yellow Spring, where the corpse of a dragon is buried, connected to the ley lines, and hooked into a general trend, so it is called the Dragon Pool."
"Whether this is the case, the old man doesn't know. In the middle stage of the old man's spiritual transformation, with the power of the conferment, he has only reached 12,000 zhang. As for ordinary monks, they usually only cultivate in the position of 1,000 zhang. At this depth, Not surprisingly, it can be transformed into a god in a hundred years. Some of the great monks who died in this pool in previous years were out of their control and wanted to sneak further down, but were shattered by demon power, and some were attacked by Longtan's 'dark beast'... Lu Bei, Remember! Things are impermanent, do what you can!"
"Um."
Ning Fan closed his eyes. Before he came, he had already inquired about Longtan's information.
He did not enter the Longtan immediately, but stood with his hands behind his back, and the wind did not move for three days.
Three days later, its aura reached its peak, stepped out one step, turned into a purple rainbow, and jumped into the pool!
Longtan transforms into a god! For this step, Ning Fan had waited too long, too long.
Zihong took the shape of Ning Fan from a distance of a thousand feet. The viscous and smelly pool water made him frown, but in order to improve his strength, he was a little uncomfortable, so he could bear it for now.
At a position of thousands of feet, the speed of demon power cultivation is almost three times that of the outside world.
The outside world's demon cultivators often retreated for two or three hundred years, and they accumulated demon power before they were able to break through the bottleneck.
If you are here, a demon cultivator with decent aptitude will be able to touch the bottleneck in eighty or ninety years!
And if it is in a lower position, the training speed will be faster. Ten years of spiritual transformation is definitely not empty talk. The premise is that Ning Fan sneaks into the dragon pool enough to lower the level.
It's just that this place gave Ning Fan a vague sense of crisis, as if someone was watching in the dark, which must be the dark beast Lu Daochen said.
Ning Fan emanated his divine sense, and with the strength of his sword, the divine sense was confined within a hundred zhang and could not be dissipated at all.
This viscous pool of water seems to block perception. That is, Ning Fan can perceive a hundred feet, an ordinary great cultivator can only perceive three feet, and Lu Daochen can only perceive seventy feet.
After all, they don't have swordsmanship.
Ning Fan frowned, although the demon power here is strong, it is far from unbearable.
He stepped out one step, turned into a purple rainbow, and continued to dive downward.
Two thousand feet, three thousand feet... nine thousand feet!
At the position of nine thousand feet, the pool seems to be cut by an obvious dividing line. The upper part is the black pool, and the lower part is the blood pool.
Nine thousand feet in the black pool, the speed of demon power cultivation is almost six times that of the outside world, and it can be done in forty or fifty years in this place!
The demon power poured into the body made Ning Fan feel a little uncomfortable, and the Gang Spirit in the second realm of Jade Life was stimulated, and the discomfort disappeared immediately.
"I can transform into a god for forty years here, but if it is further down, the time can be shorter..."
It's just that the further down he went, the more Ning Fan felt that he was being stared at by a dark beast, as if there were thousands of obscure eyes looking at him, which was creepy.
When he stepped into the blood-colored pool, a shadow was like a blade, stabbing at Ning Fan's dantian, and unexpectedly passed through the Gang Spirit defense.
This black light came too fast, and seemed to ignore defenses other than magic.
"General Armor, now!"
Ning Fan's eyes froze, and the silver armor appeared all over his body. The black light hit the breastplate, and he immediately trembled. A huge force hit Ning Fan's lower abdomen, but it did not shatter the breastplate. Instead, the black light was dizzy. Dizzy, lost for a while.
The black light paused, revealing a small black snake beast, sharp teeth quenched with poison, and wings on its back, I am afraid that it is a dark beast peeping at itself in the dark.
A small beast in the mere is actually the cultivation base of Nascent Soul, plus its strange speed and defense breaking ability, there are really many great monks who accidentally died in the hands of this beast.
Obviously, he didn't expect Ning Fan to have the armor of the Earth Profound General to protect his body.
It was just that before he could escape, Ning Fan slapped the palm of his hand, and the demon power was shocked, almost shattering the dark beast.
With a five-finger grip, the dark beast has been captured in his hand.
Looking at this beast, Ning Fan's eyes sank.
This beast is a little troublesome... Above nine thousand feet, the dark beast is only in the early Yuan Ying stage, but further below, I am afraid there will be Yuan Zhong, Yuan Hou, Yuan Dian and even the god-transforming dark beast. Live this beast attack. With this beast watching, and without anyone protecting the law, it is very dangerous to enter below nine thousand feet without authorization.
There are female corpses and stone soldiers who can send guardians, but neither of them has any magic power, so they are afraid that they will not be able to stop the dark hand attack, and there is even a danger of being injured or killed by the sneak attack of the dark beast.
"It seems that I can only practice at nine thousand feet at most, do I still need to be careful..."
Ning Fan spit out the palm of his hand, and the dark beast fell. This dark beast was poisonous, and even its demon blood could not be easily refined by himself.
When he was hesitating, in the storage bag, the small golden flame car trembled slightly, and seemed extremely excited.
"Black Dragon Tomb! This breath must be the Black Dragon Tomb, right?! Shaxing, brother warns you, let brother out, brother has already felt it, this is the Black Dragon Tomb, it is a good place for brother's cultivation base to soar, don't let brother go , brother fights with you!"
Ning Fan's eyes were taken aback. The one who was making a fuss in the storage bag was naturally the Golden Flame chariot-heilong.
Listening to his words, it seems that he knows this dragon pond very well, and it is also called the Black Dragon Tomb.
Speaking of which, this black dragon is a thug with demonic power, and it is also in the middle stage of divine transformation.
With a determined look, he patted the storage bag, and placed a golden flame car in his palm.
Among the treasures of the car, a black dragon shadow swept his gaze. After confirming that this place was indeed the Black Dragon Tomb, he became very excited and wanted to escape from the Golden Flame Car immediately. In this Black Dragon Tomb, improve the demon power and even reshape the demon body!
It's just the poor black dragon, who has been refined into a chariot by Ning Fan, and wants to leave the Jinyan chariot unless he gets permission from Ning Fan's spiritual sense...
"Let you go out! Brother knows, you are afraid that brother will gain inheritance in the Black Dragon Tomb, and accidentally break through the refinement and surpass you ten streets! You are jealous of brother! Shaxing, brother warns you again, if you don't let brother go out, brother will It's really serious with you! Brother is angry, but it's very scary!"
"Noisy!"
As soon as Ning Fan urged Yaoban, Heilong cried out in pain, and his arrogant words gradually became more honest.
"Forgive your life! Master, spare your life! The younger brother is getting carried away, the younger brother is guilty!"
"Humph! Next time you make a rude remark, don't blame yourself for dying! This deity asks you, what is the Black Dragon Tomb!"
Geek!
Heilong's heart trembled. He was so proud just now that he was careless and slipped his tongue. How could he tell the Black Dragon Tomb.
This is the secret of the Heilong clan. As the young master, he only knows a thing or two. The ordinary demon clan does not understand it at all!
"Brother, I don't know what the Black Dragon Tomb is..."
"Three breaths! If you don't tell the truth, you will die!" Ning Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to Heilong.
Breathe!
Second breath!
On the third breath, the black dragon withered, gritted his teeth and said,
"Okay! Isn't it the Black Dragon Tomb, just say it! Anyway, except the Black Dragon Clan, no one can get the slightest benefit from this Black Dragon Tomb..." Hei Long said proudly, it seems that his luck is not bad, he thought he became a sinful dragon , is moldy enough, I thought it was moldy enough to be cut off by dragon claws and turned into a chariot by Ning Fan, but now that the time has come, I actually let myself find a black dragon tomb!
"Talk about the point!" Ning Fan spit out the palm of his hand, the black dragon demon soul in the golden flame car was on the verge of collapse, and at this moment, the black dragon persuaded again.
"Don't, don't do it, it hurts your feelings! Brother said, brother said everything! This black dragon tomb is actually the senior of the royal family of my black dragon family, the tomb after the fall, under the special terrain, using secret techniques to walk the dragon's veins, Jackie Chan's cave, keep the corpse of the royal family immortal, and keep the blood essence for future generations to devour and absorb... However, only my Heilong clan can get the inheritance, ordinary people can't get it! Hey, the fallen royal family senior here, in case it is heaven At the level of a monster, that brother will send it out, brother will absorb his monster corpse and monster blood, at least it will be no problem to break through the shattered void!" Heilong's eyes showed anticipation.
"Black Dragon Royal Family..."
Ning Fan frowned. From the Book of Demons, he learned a little bit that the dragon clan had countless branches, but after the great calamity of heaven and earth, there is no other dragon clan except the Primordial Thunder Dragon, which can give birth to the king's blood...
But if before the catastrophe, the Black Dragons were once more tyrannical than Thunder Dragon.
Does this mean that this dragon pool existed before the world collapsed and Lu Wu fell asleep
Underneath, there is the corpse of a royal black dragon, sleeping...
The interface of the second realm is fragile, and at most it can only allow the gods to enter. This means that if there is a corpse of a royal black dragon below, it can only be a half-step refinement at most.
In this way, there is absolutely no possibility that the corpse of the celestial demon that Heilong expects will appear.
Black Dragon, I'm afraid I'm going to be disappointed.
But since this place is the dragon tomb of the black dragon family, how to resist the dark beast, presumably this black dragon, there should be many ways.
"Do you have a way to deal with the dark beast?" Ning Fan asked in a deep voice.
"Dark beasts? Just them? They are just my brother's dry food. When my brother shows up, they will all escape!" Heilong said proudly.
"Okay! So, the deity is practicing here, and you are responsible for protecting the law. If there is a mistake, the deity will urge the demon ban and take your life! Come out!"
Ning Fan pointed at the golden flame chariot, the black dragon trembled, flew out of the golden flame chariot, and transformed into a huge dragon body.
Put away the golden flame car, step on the black dragon, Ning Fan ordered,
"Go further down!"
"No problem, wrap it on my brother!"
Hei Long agreed with one sip, but he wanted to laugh with pride in his heart.
"This evil star is going to cultivate in the Dragon Tomb, good, really good! During this time, my brother caught the dark beast in the Dragon Tomb, obtained the inheritance of the royal family's predecessors, and strived to break through the virtual refining period. As long as the refining period is broken, the demon ban will be more powerful. , and he can't control the monsters that are higher than the realm of cultivation, he definitely can't control brother!"
For a time, Heilong was full of longing for the future.
It was just that when he crossed the blood pool and stepped into the bottom of the Yellow Spring, all expectations came to nothing.
The land of yellow springs, 30,000 feet!
Here, countless skeletons are piled up, and at the top of the skeleton of King's Landing is a half-rotted black dragon dragon corpse.
Observing from the dragon's blood, this black dragon should have cultivated in half a step before his death, which is similar to what Ning Fan expected.
Crackling, the black dragon's dream of freedom was shattered.
"God-turning dragon corpse! It's not a heavenly demon! Come on! Brother Bai is happy! In this case, even if he really swallows this dragon's corpse and dragon's blood, he can only break through the peak of god-turning!"
"Dragon blood, it's mine, carrion for you!"
Ning Fan smiled, jumped off the black dragon, and with a flick of his sleeve, drops of black, shiny, demonic dragon blood were drawn into Ning Fan's hands and swallowed.
The black dragon was messed up and collapsed.
"Originally, if my brother swallowed the dragon corpse and dragon blood, he would be at the peak of God Transformation. If you still grab brother's dragon blood, this time, at most, Brother will break through to the late stage of God Transformation! Brother, you are fighting for it!"
"No matter how noisy, the dragon corpse will not be given to you!"
Ning Fan's eyes sank, urging the demon ban, the black dragon's sea of consciousness hurt, crying father and mother.
I thought to myself, after all, I didn't count as a help to the evil star, and I finally got the benefit of a dragon corpse. It's better to rot if it rots. It's better than nothing, brother! Brother ate it!
After eating this dragon corpse, I will practice hard, strive to break through the late stage of God Transformation, and eat some dark beasts to supplement nutrition. Maybe, there is still hope to break through the peak of God Transformation, or even the Void Refinement Stage!
Thinking of this, Hei Long was not depressed anymore.
Looking at the dragon eyes, there seem to be more than a dozen dark beasts in the early stage of God Transformation. Oh, these are all delicious dry food!
In the dark, the dark beasts were watching Ning Fan, thousands of eyes, after seeing the black dragon, all of them were cold and trembling.
Black dragons eat dark beasts!
The fear of the dark beast is instinctive, and even in front of the black dragon, the dark beast can't even exert 10% of its strength!
Thirty thousand feet, the demon force almost burst the body.
If it wasn't for the physical body to break through the second layer of Jade Life, and if it wasn't for the protection of the blood of the royal family, Ning Fan would never be able to adapt to the demon power here.
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Cultivation here is 30 times faster than the outside world!
It is not difficult to transform into a god for ten years!
Seeing that the black dragon had the heaven-defying restraint against the dark beast, Ning Fan was even more relieved.
There is a demon, unless the black dragon is higher than his own realm, he will not dare to play tricks.
With this evil dragon protecting the law, safety is not a problem. The only thing to worry about is whether the black dragon eats too many dark beasts, and will it break through the virtual refining period in one fell swoop...
"Don't be afraid! The blood of the dark beast, non-black dragons can't refine its poison, wait for this evil dragon to devour the dark beast and turn the poison into pure demonic power, I will seize its demonic power and swallow it myself, I can suppress this dragon cultivator. for…"
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed, and he gave Heilong heavy orders to restrict his movements. He immediately sat cross-legged, slapped the storage bag, and took out the blue flame grass and the demon handsome golden blood.
13 drops of complete golden blood, 84 bloodshots... These are probably the residual blood of all the monsters in the sleeping land.
As soon as this blood appeared, the black dragon, who was hunting dark beasts and guardians of the law, suddenly showed bright colors with a depressed expression.
"Young handsome blood! There are so many! This is a good thing..."
Heilong couldn't imagine where Ning Fan got so much golden blood.
He swallowed his saliva, and immediately dissipated the greed in his heart. No, I can't rob this evil star's golden blood. Although the golden blood is good, I now have a demon in my body, and I am not the evil star's opponent...
"Forget it, I'll give you the golden blood, brother, bear it! Brother eat the dark beast, eat it hard!"
...
It has been nearly three months since I took Golden Blood.
For three whole months, Ning Fan did not move, as if he was sitting in meditation, with a faint golden light rising from his body, and a soaring blue flame, slowly refining the golden light into his body.
Demon power, a breakthrough of a Jiajia, slowly approaching Wanjia.
When the last trace of golden blood was refined, the whole body's demon power had reached 10147 armor!
The demon power crossed the ten thousand armors and broke through the edge of divine transformation. At this moment, Ning Fan opened his eyes, and with a single thought, all the golden light and blue flames were absorbed into the body, and the final refining was carried out in the body.
"Demon power, Wanjia... It's time to start, gather demon power, and hit the bottleneck of God Transformation..."
With a pat on the storage bag, he took out the Broken General Pill, Xuanxue Pill, and Lihe Pill. In addition to the three pills, there was also the fourth Yunsheng Pill.
That Yunsheng Pill was also enough to increase the chance of success in transforming God into 10%, but it was a secret medicine gifted by Lu Daochen.
Four medicinal pills can increase the chance of success by 35%. In addition, the magic power is tenacious, and he can comprehend the two moods. If Ning Fan still fails to break through the spirit transformation, it will be too embarrassing.
For four months, Lu Wan'er had successfully refined the phoenix wings, guarding Longtan, waiting for the moment when Ning Fan broke through and turned into a god.
For four months, the demon concubine also came occasionally, of course, her focus was still on Jietu Jielu.
For four months, Lu Daochen held a compass and performed a secret technique to measure the depth of Ning Fan's dive.
When the compass showed that Ning Fan was 30,000 meters deep, Lu Daochen was shocked.
He didn't know what Ning Fan had to do to dive so deep, but he asked himself, he was afraid of the power of the dark beast, and would never dare to dive that deep...
"This son's method is still above my estimation... The future generations are terrifying! Ten years of transforming into a god, this son is afraid that he can really do it..."
One year, two years, three years... In the seventh year, within the Purification Ministry, hundreds of thousands of demon races were killed, and the road to the demon world opened for the second time!
In the eighth year, in the sky above Luo Yundu County, the road opened, the rays of the sun appeared, a beautiful shadow in purple clothes, and more than ten charming god-turning demons descended on Luo Yun!
In the ninth year, the war broke out in the sleeping land, the demon prince captured the three demon clans, and the purple concubine captured the second, robbing the world map. Except for the second and third parts, which were not captured, the boundary map was still preserved, and the rest of the tribes and the boundary map were lost.
Under the protection of Demon Concubine Wu Yan, Concubine Zi did not snatch the world map of Ning Fan and Lu Daochen for the time being.
But in the tenth year, the eyes of the Purifying Fire Department were aimed at the Luo Yun Department.
Ten years, as if the clouds disappeared.
Ten years of ascetic cultivation, the demon power has been condensed and turned into a god step by step.
In ten years, Ning Fan has not opened his eyes once, hitting the bottleneck of God Transformation again and again.
In the tenth year, he finally broke through that barrier, his mind sank into the realm of heaven, and he appeared in a realm of clouds.
On the top of the sea of clouds, there are three giant monuments.
The three giant monuments are almost engraved with the names of all the monks from ancient times to the present, and their respective heights are endless and immeasurable.
Under the three monuments, stood a seven or eight-year-old Daoist boy, holding a whisk, seeing Ning Fan approaching step by step, said indifferently.
"Huh? Is it a cultivator from the Rain World... 'The sea of clouds kills the world, ascends to the sky and transforms into a god', this place is the sea of clouds, and these three monuments are the three monuments of heaven. The purple monument is a demon, the blue monument is a god, the black monument is a demon, the three The stele is in harmony, and the way of heaven is in harmony. A cultivator in the rain world, you only need to complete the three steps of slaying the world and engrave your name on the stele, and you can transform into a god..."
Daotong finished speaking, his eyes were silent, his expression was arrogant, and he had no intention of talking to Ning Fan.
As for the three steps of Zhan Fan, there is no explanation at all.
"Heavenly Road God Stele, three steps to slash the world... Is this my mind sinking into the heavenly way..."
Ning Fan approached step by step, his eyes swept over the three monuments, and he was secretly surprised that there were so many names on these three monuments.
Between heaven and earth, there have been so many spiritual monks...
If his name is engraved on this stele, he can be recognized by the Tao of Heaven and become a god-turning demon cultivator!
If you don't make it, you can't transform into a god, let alone transform into a demon...
"What is the meaning of Dong Xu... how to transform demons, how to..."
The closer he got to the monument, the vicissitudes of life seemed to melt Ning Fan away.
Glancing over the three monuments, Ning Fan suddenly realized that the names of the unfamiliar gods actually had different colors.
Red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, representing the luck at the end of the road, most of them are red orange, yellow, green, blue, very little blue, and purple is even rarer…
It's just that what Ning Fan cares about is not a purple name, but a certain black name among the countless names on the monument.
I didn't care at first, but after seeing the name clearly, Ning Fan's expression changed.
Liang Yi Xing, Han Yuanji!
"Master! His name is actually on the monument! It's not wrong. In this name, there is a rare atmosphere of Master's lettering, and I won't admit it!"
"It's just why it's black, and why is the color of the master's name different? Could it be that this is the key to transforming demons?!"
He glanced at the three monuments, and gradually discovered that every tens of thousands of people would occasionally have a black name mixed in. His eyes fell on the arrogant Taoist boy. This Taoist boy looked young, but in fact his bones were over a thousand years old, and he had cultivation in the late stage of God Transformation.
Ning Fan retracted his gaze, clasped his fists and said,
"Dare to ask your Excellency, why are the names on the Heavenly Dao stele different colors?"
"Oh! You can actually see the difference in the colors of different steles!"
Daotong's eyes changed.
Just because that color is luck, ordinary monks can't see it at all. Generally speaking, only true immortals can see it. In the Immortal Mansion of Palm Monument to which Daotong belongs, there is no one in ten who can see Qi Luck when it is broken, and there is no one in ten thousand who can see Qi Luck under the Spirit Transformation!
Immediately, his arrogance subsided, he put away his whisk, and clenched his fists at Ning Fan.
"The daoist's vision is outstanding, it is really extraordinary! I belong to the Xuanwu star of the Beimingtian Void Realm, and I am the guardian of the stele of the 'immortal emperor of the palm tablet'.
Thousands of years of bone age, in the late stage of spiritual transformation, this Taoist boy named Yiqing can be said to be extremely talented, even on the Xuanwu star, he is not weak. Xuanwu star Junjie, who can be put into a clear eye, is rare. But today, Ning Fan made this clear and his eyes lit up.
This child has not completely transformed into a god, and can read the color of luck, so he is extraordinary.
This kind of talent is worth making friends with!
"Next, Ning Fan!"
Ning Fan clasped his fists. In front of the Taoist monument, it is meaningless to hide your name.
Three steps to cut the world, engraving the name of the god, the name cannot be concealed.
There have always been so many magical guests who can make Daotong look sideways. It's rare... Ning Fan, it's one!
"Fellow Daoist can know qi and luck, I'm afraid it's a stele carved by daoist, condensing qi and luck, and you need the help of 'Beili' senior sister..."
Daotong took out a green talisman and recited something.
It has been thirteen years that the Spirit Transformation cultivator has not read Qi Luck.
Daotong faintly felt that today's Yunhai would be a sensation by this Ning Fan.