Grasping Evil

Is that a coincidence?

No, not coincidence!

Fan can tell that these words contain his own breath and are undoubtedly his handwriting! But his breath, why it appeared on the classics of the Shinray, is puzzling...

Ning Fan gazed and thought, but saw the first words of the volume flashed, the line disappeared, as if it never existed at all.

If you look closely, the first page of this book is blank and empty, and there is no text, and the first volume you saw before is like a hallucination.

I preferred to turn to the second page of the book and read it before I realized why the first page of the volume was so strange.

It turns out that this book by the Jinlei people, when everyone first flips it, they see different volumetric initials. No one else can see the first words of the volumes they see; they are not hallucinations, but they are self-deduced every day, giving some kind of warning to the reader.

With these words of warning in mind, the turner can avoid certain perilous calamities at some point in the future.

“Interesting, unexpected to just open the book and give me a surprise. Those three lines of text are actually a reminder to me again. When I first met Shi Yingyue and Su Manyue's second daughter, I had a coincidence and a sense of silence. This time, this book gave me a similar warning… The monk's life, accompanied by countless murderous dangers, in order to predict these dangers, people will be enthusiastic about studying the technique of calculation and deduction; and the warning given by the round itself, the rank is above the ordinary calculation. It would be beneficial for me to be able to read through these three lines of text...”

[Don't ask what the round is, what matters is what you choose to believe.

Are you talking about the nature of the revolution...

[Don't ask about the past and the future, the world never ends and never begins.

Well, this is something that Ningfan had learned before, a little bit about the real world...

[Don't look for answers, they will be too heavy for you.

Answers? What answers can't be found, puzzling...

I would rather think over and over again than understand its essence, and eventually I can only give up on this matter.

Ming Lun gave the warning back, but he couldn't understand it. There was nothing more helpless than this.

If you can't think, don't think too much, the boat will go straight to the end of the bridge. Calm down and start studying the mysteries of counter-life lightning.

Among them, the word "rebellious" contains the idea of rebellious life-changing, which is exactly what people who create this technique want to achieve.

If you want to change your life, you need the Prophet's life. Therefore, the cultivation of Buddha is the most basic part of this technique.

Knowledge alone is not enough, and the ability to travel between the past and the future is even more necessary to change lives. So the person who created this technique, based on the thunderbolt technique, rubbed the power of time and space, and created an anti-astronomy that can travel through different spaces.

This technique is similar to the ancient magic cavity and is divided into three training stages.

Those who cultivate Xiaocheng can tear back the circle of consciousness, return to the past, and stay for a short time through sacrifice. This silk consciousness is generally invisible to other people in time and space. There are also a very few talented people who can ignore sacrifice, but such people, throughout the history of the Shinray people, are rare, and the reasons have always been different, for no reason.

Practicing adults can allow a lot of consciousness to travel between rounds and stay for a long time.

A successful practitioner can take the flesh directly out of time and space, cross the ferry back, and go to any time and space you wish.

It can be said that the ultimate purpose of counterlife lightning and ancient magic cavities is the same, all transferring back, but the cultivation process is different.

Feifeng said to let Ningfan go back to the past, but only to let Ningfan's consciousness go back to the past, not the whole person.

She brought Ningfan to the Jinlei people's blood pool, which she intended to do through the massive sacrifice in the blood pool.

Of course, if Ning Fan, on her own, could ignore the sacrifice, she would be more happy to see it, so she would mention it.

“Let's try to cultivate this technique...”

Ningfan turned over the first retraining technique of anti-life lightning.

According to the book, this technique needs to be cultivated to more than twenty to be small.

First, the introduction volume, if there is no basis for divination calculation, and the qualification is excellent, it can be completed in 100 years.

Fortunately, Ningfan is not a beginner of Budao. It naturally doesn't take a hundred years to build the first content. He went through all the text of the first one, thought about a dozen breaths, and directly understood all the content of the first.

Reverse life lightning is number one. Fix it!

At the moment of completion, Ningfan's Buddhism was cultivated, but it actually improved a little!

Hearing of Heaven seems clearer...

“Oh? The cultivation of anti-life lightning technology can actually improve Buddhist cultivation, which is unexpected...” I'd rather see a glimmer of fine light in the eyes. There are few dictionaries in the world that can directly improve Buddhist cultivation. The Buddhist monastery is that it can only grow slowly, basically through the accumulation of experience and knowledge of the monks themselves. From this point of view alone, counter-life lightning can be appalling.

For a moment, Ningfan became more interested in the practice of counterlife lightning.

[Second, introductory volume, after the beginner has completed the first weight, it can be completed for 200 years.

If Ning Fan still breathes more than a dozen breaths, he understands the whole content of the second layer.

Buddhist cultivation, refined again!

[Third... 300 years can be repaired...]

Ten more breaths to fix it!

[Fourth... 400 years...]

A dozen breaths...

[Fifth... 500 years...]

A dozen breaths...

Sixth weight…

Seventh weight…

Eighth weight…

…

In just a few moments, Ningfan will complete the first twenty weight content, and complete the beginner's tens of thousands of years to complete the progress.

This incredible speed is possible not only because it is extremely enlightening, but also because it has a high starting point. He was not a beginner of Buddhism, so where would it take time to understand the foundations of Buddhism? Even if he is not the rare Buddhist master of the Last Age, he is definitely a first-class Buddhist master.

And after practicing twenty times in a row, his Buddhist cultivation was greatly improved, which was a real step into the threshold of a first-rate Buddhist master.

Needless to say, the perception of one's own guitarist alone is more than a few times more acute; if it is deduced beforehand, it is preferable to even obscure what will happen in the shorter future.

Beginning with the twenty-first method, it is not an entrance roll, but a small roll.

The small scroll consists of 200 heavy work methods, which need to be completed in order to cultivate the anti-life lightning technique.

This volume combines a lot of lightning and space technology content, which is extremely difficult. Before Xiaocheng, Ningfan practiced counterlife lightning smoothly, but by volume 21, it took him exactly five hours to practice successfully.

At the same time as the difficulty increases, after the cultivation, the benefits also increase.

This time, more than just Buddhist cultivation has been improved, the radar cultivation and spatial awareness have all been improved.

Ningfan did not continue to practice the 22nd work method, the 22nd work method is more difficult than the 21st work method, in a geometric increment. According to Ningfan's estimation, without ten days and a half months, he would never have made it to the 22nd.

Feifeng left him not much time to think. The counterlife lightning technique is temporarily enough. It is time to go back to the past and take a look at the history of the real minefield...

As for the training of counter-life lightning, it is necessary to find time later.

“Let's see if I need a sacrifice to do this first...”

Ningfan closed his eyes and began to initiate a small stage of counterlife lightning, his whole body tumbled in a shadowy sunny, white lightning, unspeakable magic.

He seemed like an old monk. Sitting down was a time.

For a long time, Ning Fan woke up from his entrance and smiled slightly.

“Feifeng said that her grandfather could do this without sacrificing. I thought her grandfather could do this because he studied the power of rotation, but it wasn't...”

The key to sacrificing or not is actually Yin Yang!

The vast majority of people need to sacrifice because they need to absorb the pubic breath of a large number of the dead and conceal their own cheerfulness.

The first prerequisite for traveling through time with counterlife lightning is to disguise oneself as a dead person, a person who does not exist in the current round of recycling.

This is also why Tai Su Lai Di is unable to do this, although he is the most qualified person of the True Thunder tribe in recent years, but because he does not practice Yin Yang, he cannot ignore the sacrificial procedure.

Instead, Feifeng's notorious grandfather was able to do this. Probably because of the coincidence of this person, there is a great deal of research on Yin Yang. It has nothing to do with the high and low qualifications.

“If I hadn't been a practitioner of yin and yang myself, I might not have been able to tell the reason for the sacrifice...”

Ningfan closed his eyes again, pushing the counter-mining technique to the extreme.

He started locking in the space-time coordinates where the Shinray used to be.

Each time point in each turn has its own time-space coordinates. Space-time coordinates include time coordinates, bit boundary coordinates, and dimensional coordinates. One is missing.

Bitrate coordinates are used to lock spatial nodes.

Time coordinates are used to lock time nodes.

Dimensional coordinates are the most magical and the most difficult thing to understand... The purpose of this coordinates is to distinguish different parallel rounds of space at the same time...

According to this book, dimensional coordinates can only be parsed by a third step saint. And even saints cost a great deal to get dimensional coordinates of some parallel space-time...

Fortunately, on top of the classics of counterlife lightning, the complete space-time coordinates at the time of the rise of the True Thunder tribe are marked. The dimensional coordinates are obtained at great cost to the ancestors of the True Thunder tribe. Therefore, every small adult with anti-life lightning technique can use the coordinates to go to this temporal node to see the past of the True Thunder tribe.

Unfortunately, the secretary recorded only one coordinate, not a second. Ningfan himself did not know the other space-time coordinates, nor did he have the ability to solve the complete space-time coordinates alone.

Let him solve the bit-interface coordinates of an interface on his own, and the time coordinates can try one or two, but the dimensional coordinates… This involves the third step of understanding parallel space-time, the current Ningfan, is completely incapable of doing this.

So he could only perform counterlife lightning with the only complete space-time coordinates recorded in the book.

The past that can be crossed can only be the past of the True Thunder...

“Reverse lightning, activate! ”

When the thunder shined to the extreme, there was a sudden glimmer of mindfulness that turned into lightning, flashing and disappearing.

He himself seemed to have fallen asleep for a long time.

…

Strange time.

Strange heavens and earth.

A young man in white walked blindly between the heavens and the earth. The sky in front of us is filled with ageless thunderclouds, and the air is filled with tremendous thunderbolts beyond the perception of youth.

“The smell of thunder here, so thick, even if the qualifications are even worse Rex, it takes only 100 years to get here at most, it can be fixed to the Psychosis period, the millennium can be refined, another millennium can be shattered... but what is shattered, what is shattered, what is shattered, where is this...” The young man in white is blind, he seems to have forgotten a lot, a lot.

“This is a realm of dust and thunder, a realm too haunted for spirits.” Not far from the white youth, several elderly people fishing by the river solved the doubts of the white youth.

The old men seemed to be chatting, unintentionally mentioning the matter and not deliberately confusing the young people in white.

They can't see a young man in white at all.

Young men in clothes came to them, but they, they could not see.

“The world of dust... is truly thunderous... the words are so familiar and seem to have been heard somewhere, but I can't remember...” The young man in white frowned deeply.

“Why can't people see me here...” The young man in white tried, his body is clearly not illusory, but it can pass directly from the body of others, from everything in front of him.

What's going on here?

Why can't he touch everything in the world?

“I, who am I… and why am I here in the land of thunder…” The young man in white is very confused.

He does not know who he is, what the true land of thunder is, or why he exists.

He didn't know where to go, he stood next to the old people, listening to them chatting.

These elderly fishing people, mostly talking about the human world, have short parents, interesting things about the countryside… they all seem to be just mortals in the true thunder country. But mortal, what is it... I don't understand, I can't remember...

Young people in white listened silently to the sunset from noon onwards.

Fishing all afternoon, the old folks are going home.

When the young man in white did not know where to go, he followed the old men, walking all the way.

He came to a bustling town.

Most of the towns are just mortals, but all of a sudden, there's a light in the sky.

Step in the air!

It's Brother Melting flying!

“Look, it's a cactus! Cactus is here. We're in Dragon Town!” In town, many mortals who are eating dinner, or surprised or surprised, go out and watch the immortals in the sky.

No one can see the young man in white.

The spiritual monk couldn't see it either.

Nobody knows that this young man in white is actually a consciousness that prefers to cross the circle.

Even Ningfan himself forgot about it. This is the flaw of Xiaocheng's counterlife lightning technique. If it was Dacheng, there would be no such memory forgotten...

“Melting spiritual monks... but melting spirits, what are they...” the white youth bewildered.

He watched the evolution of things quietly, watched the Melting Spirit fall from the air, gathered the whole town with a face of the village gentleman, and read out an order from the Holy Sect of Shinray.

Turns out, Jinlei Holy Sect is the first of the three true realms of the land of thunder, and the famous superpower of the dust realm.

Turns out the Fungling Spirit Brother is a branch disciple of the true Sacred Sect of Lei.

Turns out, this man came to this town to pick disciples for the branch.

“Wonderful! Forty years later, the White Thunder Branch finally came back to our town to pick disciples!” Many elderly people in towns began to cheer.

“Forty years ago, we also took a cactus exam, which unfortunately was not. I wonder if any of our nephews have had the privilege of becoming cactus disciples this time...” There are also some middle-aged people, aged 467, who shush and seem to recall the past.

Ningfan did not leave Dragon Town, he did not know where to go after leaving, so he stayed here and watched the apprenticeship appraisal of Bailey Branch.

The assessment will last ten days.

Those taking the assessment must be children under eight years of age and can enroll at this time.

In Twilight, there were 300 children in the whole town of Lailong. They were happily sent by their parents to the Brothers of Melting Spirit to sign up for the examination.

Of the more than 300 children, some have excellent qualifications and some have low qualifications and are not suitable for fairy training. Brother Fung Ling can probably see this training qualification in just one glance. However, qualification is not the supreme criterion of Bailey branch disciples. Compared to qualification, Bailey branch attaches more importance to the perseverance of the monks, so there will be a 10-day examination.

Ningfan's eyes did not look more at the highly qualified children.

His eyes were always on a child with low qualifications.

That's a child called Shi.

In the Land of True Thunder, surnames are very important things, not everyone deserves a surname, and the vast majority of mortals only have a first name, not a surname.

Stuff is typical of this.

He is not worthy of having a family name unless one day he can stand out.

He yearned to stand out, to become a Cactus' disciple, to fly to earth, to take command of the kingdom.

The desire, rather familiar, was the same when he first saw the old devil standing on his feet.

But who is the old devil...

What year was it...

I can't remember...

Even more disturbing is that this child called Shi, who seems to have some kind of unclear cause and effect related to his arrival.

But what is karma...

I can't remember anything...

In the next ten days, Lailong Town seemed to hold a celebration, happily holding the Immortal Examination.

The first day of appraisal, in the early morning. The assessment was a hundred miles on foot before sunset.

This does not seem difficult for adults, but it is quite difficult for a group of children aged seven or eight.

On the first day of the exam, more than 200 children were brushed off, and only more than 50 children in excellent family situations, who had been matured in medicines since childhood, had completed the exam before sunset.

Shi also passed the assessment.

He's a fae. He's a poor family. He can't even eat enough food. How can he afford to buy medicine quenches?

He went through the whole process with total perseverance, and at the moment of passing the assessment, he was unconscious because of his overstretched strength.

This coma is half a month.

Half a month later, Shi Su woke up and learned that he had missed the assessment for the remaining nine days because of his coma and had lost his eligibility to become a cactus disciple.

No matter how comforting the mother may be, she will not be able to relieve the pain of the infliction.

He wanted to soar like a cactus, but he missed the opportunity.

What year will the next exam be?

Forty more years?

At that time, he was a 48-year-old middle-aged man. Is he still eligible to become a cactus disciple...

“Don't be sad, Cactus. If we can't be cactus, we won't be. When the valley is ripe, my mother sells the money and sends you to the village to study.” Mother knew that my son was a very advanced man, and that he would surely make a big difference in the future.

“Mother, I don't want to read...” she wiped tears and shook her head.

If you want to study, you have to pay the teachers of ethnology, which is a huge expense, for poor people like them, a huge burden.

Mother hasn't pulled cloth in years, has made new clothes, but saves money to read to him... he doesn't want her to live so hard...

He wants to be a cactus, he wants to stand out, he just wants his mother to have a good life...

“Hey, my son really understands. The mother-in-law still wants you to read, the ground is too bitter, my mother has suffered all her life, I don't want you to suffer this pain in the future... when my son is out of business, become a big officer, and come to honor her again, the same is true, now it's a few years, and I can enjoy it later, my son understand? ”

…

I'd rather walk out the door and not look at the pulse tenderness of the mother.

At this moment, he had no memory, no previous capital of the heart machine, suddenly saw this scene of the mother's tenderness, somehow, communicating with the gentlest string of the heart.

By the time it was detected, the orbit had become moist.

I cried...

I prefer to feel stunned when I touch the corners of my eyes.

He doesn't seem to have cried in years.

He seemed to really miss his mother, but he felt guilty...

Through the assistance of the Divine Imperial Palace, he sent many psychotropic drugs to the rain world, which should help the mother to recover her health.

But who is the mother...

What is the Imperial Palace...

Why am I crying, why am I sour...

Perhaps it is some kind of causal connection on the body that attracts Ningfan.

Or the pulse between mother and son is warm, attracting Ningfan.

In short, the next day, Ningfan did not leave to come to Dragon Town, walking and staying in the town every day.

He does not know why he was born, why he died and why he exists.

He wanted to be part of the world, looking for himself, but there was an exclusion from him, and no one could see him.

A year went by.

Two years later.

Seven years later.

Shi, then eight years old, now a beautiful teenager of fifteen years old, is already a small famous figure in Dragon Town.

People around them change with the years.

Only if Ning Fan is not changed by the years, his bone age, his time, the time fixed at the moment when he arrives in this world, when he leaves, will he still be at that moment, will he not deviate too long, it will only be a dream.

“I seem unaffected by the years of this world, which is why…” Ningfan was confused.

It's been seven years since he came to this world, but a lot of things, he still can't remember.

I still don't know who I am.

He can't interfere in the world.

Nor can the world interfere with him.

On the other hand.

Shi, 15 years old, thought he had learned something, wanted to go out and find a way to become an official.

True Thunder Domestic, there is no system of coercion. If you want to be an official, you can only be recommended, and you can only be a guest of honor to the official.

Come to Dragon Town is too small, stay here, Shi Lifetime can't be a director, and you can't earn a lot and a lot of money all your life, so that your mother can have a good life.

He has to get out of here.

“Even if I can't be a cactus, I must be the best of mortals, so that my mother can have a good life! ”

The moment you leave Dragon Town, make a dark vow.

Thirty-one years.

This year, Shi is forty-six years old.

This year, Shi had married his wife to have a son, but his wife died prematurely of illness and his beloved son died prematurely. He was almost always alone.

He was alone for 31 years and never returned to Dragon Town once.

It's not that I don't want to go back, it's not that I don't miss my parents, I just don't have the face to go back.

When he was a young man, he thought that he could go under the sky, that he could become a human being if he learned only by carrying the heavens and the latitudes.

But it's a tough world.

Young and cheerful, because he accidentally offended some noble people, he couldn't make it for 31 years, he couldn't be an official.

The more depressed he was, the less he dared to go home and the less he dared to face his mother.

He did not know how disappointed his mother would be if he went home in such a depressing manner.

He misses home, he's in pain, but he can't help it.

He misses his dumplings, misses her branded pie, misses her right province, and secretly adds an egg to his pie.

Much, much...

But I can't go back...

He stayed in a small village far from home to teach.

He has a lot of talent, he can't do it, and there's nothing to complain about.

He is numb and alive.

Until one day, a fellow countryman came to Dragon Town, struggling to find him.

He was heard in this remote part of the country.

That fellow countryman gave him a nightmare.

His mother, his mother, whose sword could not be defeated, fell ill.

He is four quarters old and his mother is six.

At this age, if you fall ill, it could be... forever...

At this moment, face and everything is no longer important.

Shi wants to go home, just want to go home.

He was in a hurry to put on his shoes and left the poor countryside in a hurry.

Didn't notice that outside the door, there was a Ningfan, silently watching him for thirty-one years.

No, maybe he noticed something.

Because the moment he gave the door, it was like standing in the direction of Ningfan, frowning.

“Interesting, this person has never preached, but he perceived my existence...”

“But what is it?”

Ning Fan sighed and followed him quietly, turning all the way back to Lailong Town.

Perhaps the neighborhood was frightened, outside the house, hesitant, afraid to walk into the door.

He dared not confront his mother and imagine how disappointed she would be if she knew that he had spent his whole life.

He hesitated, turning around, like a cowardly ant.

Just as his heart was in pain and struggle, an old, excited voice suddenly came out of the house.

“It's my son... is my son back...”

Feel your heart hammered.

Big man, directly reddened his eyes, but couldn't shed tears biting his teeth.

…

I'd rather not see this reunion between mother and son.

He walked so far away that he could not see the mothers and children that he looked up to the heavens and was silent.

Though he can't remember a lot of things, it is implicit that Shi's mother is already dead and without medication.

Nothing in life is more painful than a brief reunion, but a permanent separation. The man named Shi will probably be devastated.

“Strange, the wind is rising...”

Fan suddenly noticed something and frowned.

The wind, he said, is not wind in the general sense.

It's the wind of heaven.

There seems to be an important turnaround that will happen…

Heavenly side, it seems like a gorilla red thunder flashed away...

“The Night Fork God Thunder...” Ningfan's eyes were confused. He seemed to recognize the scarlet lightning and didn't seem to recognize it.

The next moment, all forgotten.

“Night Fork God Thunder, what is it...”

He doesn't know what that flashing red thunder is.

He just tacitly felt that in the red lightning, there was a hint of mindfulness that kept him distracted and intoxicated.

Looks like the smell of Sword Joe...

But who is Jianzu...

It smells like red again...

But who's the red...

Whoa!

A woman very much like Shaw in red, dressed in a big red dress, floated.

By chance, it landed in front of Ningfan.

No, not coincidence!

She followed Ningfan's scent to find it.

But I can't find it.

Ming Mingfan is standing right here, but she can't see...

“Are you delusional again? What I'm looking for is not here... my, butterfly...”

“But why should I painstakingly search for a butterfly... and what kind of butterfly should I look for... I don't know, I never knew, something that seemed impossible to remember for the rest of my life... I once asked the robber about my doubts, but his answer was not to ask more, if I wanted to live, I would stay away from the sword and butterfly, from all the purple colors of the world...”

“Last night, I dreamed again... the same dream, my lonely sword dance, waiting ten years for the Moon, waiting for a butterfly that I don't know what it is...”

“I can remember all the Gestapo swordsmanship used in the obvious dream, I can't make the sword in the real world after waking up... Even the basic swordsmanship used by beginners, I can't use it, it seems like all the swords in the world were born to reject it...”

The woman in red sighed and was about to leave. All of a sudden, she seemed to have noticed something and frowned.

“I didn't expect to come to a mortal town by chance, but I met mortals who opened the third door of Heavenly Man. These people were not chosen by the people of the Bailey branch. The Bailey branch is so stupid. ”

The third door of Heavenly Man!

Preferably shocked by the words of the women in red.

If he did not mistake, the woman in red looked in the same direction as Shi's home.

Is it possible for a mortal to open the third door of Heavenly Man?

Preferably shocked by such an astonishing fact, but in a flash, he did not understand why he was shocked.

He forgot what the third door of Heavenly Man was.

The shock before seemed just an instinct and a habit.

He cares more about the women in red than about this.

He reached out and wanted to touch the woman in red.

But his hand went straight through the woman in red.

I still can't touch it...

“In the past, I wouldn't mind recommending such a talent to the hijacker. Unfortunately, at this time, I am sick of the life of too much of a cheap spirit. In the future, I will most likely betray too much of a cheap spirit. There is no need to recommend such a talent to the enemy, adding a big enemy in plain white...”

The woman in red smiled cunningly, shaking her figure and disappearing.

Instinct to go after it, but there was a huge purple, descending from the sky, to stop it.

That purple light flashed away, I don't know where it started, I don't know where it came from, the stay was too short, but it gave Ning Fan a feeling too familiar...

“This is the power of the purple bucket wheel... but who is the purple bucket and what is the wheel...” Ningfan was confused for a while.

He did not know why that power prevented him from chasing the women in red. After trying everything, he had to give up.

Deep inside, however, there seems to be a crack that breeds quietly.

He didn't know what the crack was, he lost all his memory, and he didn't notice it.

But when he wakes up, when his consciousness returns to the Jinlei blood pool, he may be able to figure out something...