In the respectful eyes of everyone, Ning Xiaofan walked leisurely into the gate of the Heihe Shrine with his hands behind his back. Seeing this, Matsushima Masahiro couldn't help but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but when he raised his head, the hint of joy had been covered up.

"Master Ning Xiaoyao, this is the temple that worships the Heihe God in our shrine."

Under the guidance of Mahiro Matsushima, Ning Xiaofan took Miyamoto Yukiko all the way and found that there was no one in the shrine, silent, as if only they were the people. However, Ning Xiaofan's divine thoughts could clearly feel that there were many hidden auras lurking in many corners of the shrine. These auras were very weak, like a giant rock tree, very similar to the ninja of the Tezuka Ninja that Ning Xiaofan caught before.

They can hide from ordinary masters, but how can they hide from Ning Xiaofan's divine thoughts like mercury and the powerful five senses?

However, Ning Xiaofan didn't care at all and followed Matsuda Masahiro all the way to a sacred hall. This sacred hall was towering and full of sacred majesty, but under the sacred, there seemed to be a faint coldness.

"Master, the Black River God is waiting for you in the temple."

Matsushima bowed slightly.

Looking at the gate leading to the temple, Ning Xiaofan still had a smile on his face, and he was about to go in as he raised his foot. Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly looked aside and gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

"It's okay, you're waiting for me here."

Ning Xiaofan smiled at her and turned around and entered.

Miyamoto Yuko stood there, his eyes swept over Matsushima Mahiro and others. Seeing the ecstasy in their eyes, his heart became more and more cold. Although the ghost clone was captured by Ning Xiaofan, the clone gave her the ability to see through people's hearts. Miyamoto Yuko could feel that since entering the shrine, these people had no good intentions and were eyeing them. She reminded Ning Xiaofan several times, but Ning Xiaofan was bold in possession of the master and did not care at all. Miyamoto Yuko had no choice.

'This girl is not bad, no worse than Shadow Maiden. After the Black River God killed Ning Xiaoyao, I would ask her to come and train her. Ishikawa Hirohei looked at Miyamoto Sakiko with a fiery look. The greed in her eyes made Miyamoto Sakiko even more uneasy.

"Pu"

As soon as Miyamoto Yukiko moved two steps quietly, trying to stay away from them, a charming figure had already flashed behind her. Her warm and soft body was pressed against Miyamoto Yukiko's back.

"Miss Miyamoto, what do you want to do?" Yingmei looked at her with a smile.

Miyamoto turned his head and saw Matsushima Matsuhiro and others with malicious sneers on his face, and his heart was suddenly filled with coldness.

......

Ning Xiaofan stepped into the temple with his hands behind his back.

The temple is very wide, with hundreds of steps in front, back, left and right. The floor is paved with fine bluestone bricks, and the thick sandalwood pillars of hundreds of years are standing up. Even if they are far apart, you can feel the faint fragrance. Not to mention the various divine cases, incense burners, wall portraits, etc., all of them are exquisite and expensive.

But the most shocking thing is the statue of a god placed in the middle of the lobby, which is three meters high.

The statue has a green face, fangs, one-horned and one-eyed body, covered with black scales, like an evil ghost just emerging from hell, full of ferocious and evil aura. And below the statue, an old man with a clear face was kneeling on the cushion.

"Disciple guests come from afar, please take a seat."

The old man looked thin and wore the costume of the Edo period Onmyoji, with long sleeves, white hair and beards, like a fairy. He was more like Onmyoji than Mahiro Matsushima.

Ning Xiaofan didn't care, so he walked over casually and sat cross-legged on the futon opposite him.

"In Xiaheihe Naqi, the distinguished guest came from Zhongtu Shangguo, probably to come to find me." The thin old man smiled faintly.

His Chinese pronunciation is very clear, but his accent is biased towards ancient Chinese, as if the ancients were speaking a hundred years ago. But Ning Xiaofan knew that the person in front of him had indeed lived for more than a hundred years.

Kurokawa Naki, the Great Onmyoji who was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the great priest of the Edo period of Japan was active in the mid-19th century. He was the teacher of the Emperor of Japan, and he was in charge of the Black Sun Temple in Japan. He had a respectable status and almost had the status of the Supreme Emperor in Japan at that time. He was the shogun and the thirteenth generation of Tokugawa family head, and he was respectful to him.

As one of the most famous Onmyoji in Japanese history, the name of Heihe Naqi is almost recorded in many Japanese history books. But what people unexpectedly unexpectedly turned into a ghost and god after his death and was enshrined in Heihe Shrine.

"I'm really here to find you, but I didn't expect that you would choose this method to survive." Ning Xiaofan shook his head and said.

In the eyes of mortals, Heihe Naqi is a thin old man wearing an ancient priest robe, but Ning Xiaofan knew that he was just a soul. However, when he reached the realm of Heihe Naqi, his soul was condensed as the essence, and he could already be distorted from the real one.

"The way of heaven is not clear and there is no way forward. We have no choice but to choose to turn into ghosts and gods through the faith of the divine way." Heihe Naqi sighed. "Even if it is the last strong foundation-building realm in the Middle Earth Kingdom, it will be a thousand years. In the past thousand years, I have never heard of any immortal master in the divine realm who has overcome tribulation and become an immortal."

"Oh? Have you been to Middle Earth?" Ning Xiaofan asked with interest.

Ning Xiaofan originally wanted to come to the door with the power of thunder and directly subdue Heihe Naqi. But seeing Heihe Naqi's behavior, Ning Xiaofan was not in a hurry and had a conversation first.

Since Ning Xiaofan returned from rebirth, he felt that both martial arts and magic seemed to come from the inheritance of immortal cultivation. However, the spiritual energy on the earth was exhausted, and immortal cultivators had long disappeared. He was naturally willing to listen to the news about the foundation-building cultivators.

"Two hundred years ago, I once traveled eastward. At that time, the Qing Dynasty was still in power, Emperor Daoguang was reigned. I once wandered away from Middle Earth, visited the Tianshi Taoist Taoist, the first Taoist sect of Longhu Mountain in China, and talked with the old witch god of the Ghost Witch Sect that was powerful all over the world. I also entered Wudang Mountain to witness the way of the ancient Taoist school's unity of law and martial arts. China is worthy of being the country in Middle Earth, with a deep source of Taoism and law, and a world of gods emerged." Heihe Naqi sighed.

His eyes were far away, as if he had returned to his peak period and could sit and discuss the truth with the powerful people in the Middle Earth god realm.

"According to what you said, after the divine realm, will you become a land god?" Ning Xiaofan asked.

"This is what the ancient books say, but even if there are many Chinese masters and many divine realms, I have never heard of anyone who can take that last step and become the position of land gods." Heihe Naqi shook his head and said. "Later, we have begun to doubt whether the gods and gods recorded in ancient books are true or false. That step cannot be taken at all. The so-called gods and gods and gods are probably just a speculation from the ancients."

Ning Xiaofan thought something.

He did not think that gods and immortals did not exist like Heihe Naqi. However, the gods and immortals on the earth were probably foundation-building cultivators. The way to cultivate immortals was divided into 'refining Qi, foundation-building, innate, golden elixir, nascent infancy, transformation of gods, return to emptiness, merger of Taoism, tribulation, and Mahayana.'

Although foundation building is only the second level of the eight heavenly ranks of immortal cultivation, it can already travel to the North Sea and Cangwu after the life span of 600 years old. It has the ability to move mountains and fill the seas and turn the rivers and fall the mountains. In the eyes of the ancients, such existence is no different from gods and immortals.

Therefore, Ning Xiaofan believes that there are definitely strong people on the foundation building on the earth, but with the changes in the environment, the spiritual energy gradually depleted, and they have gradually disappeared, either hiding in some corners and persevering, such as hidden worlds, or trying every means to leave this star.

But Heihe Naqi didn't know that he had been practicing hard for more than a hundred years and never took that step. Seeing that all the peers around him could not take it, he thought there was no way ahead, so he naturally doubted the existence of foundation building.

"Since you can't take that step, you might as well learn the spirit and turn into a ghost?" Ning Xiaofan pointed out.

"Haha, not bad. Since there is no way ahead, we naturally have to find a path. After turning into ghosts and gods, we will be worshipped by incense, and our souls are solidified, so we can live for hundreds of years. Why not do it?" The thin old man laughed. He smiled, and suddenly looked at Ning Xiaofan with a torch, seducing and tempting:

"You come from Middle-earth, and you only want to get into the realm of divineness."

"I can give you the method of entering the divine realm, and even teach you the method of reincarnation as ghosts and gods in the future. In this way, you can survive in the world like me and die for hundreds of years."

The words of Heihe Naqi are full of fatal temptation and temptation.

Ning Xiaofan believed that it would be difficult for any demigod on earth, the Master of Art, to reject Heihe Naqi. Even if Lei Qianjue is here, he might have a swaying heart.

After all, this is the legendary divine realm.

For decades, there has never been a new divine realm in the international underground world. And the old divine realm either disappears and finds traces or disappears. The martial arts master is already the most powerful existence in the world. If a new divine realm appears, he can immediately dominate the world.

Not to mention, it can turn into ghosts and gods after death, and is almost immortal.

"Oh? What do you want?" Ning Xiaofan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Nothing is needed." Unexpectedly, the Heihe God shook his head and said, "I heard from Songdao that you are the number one warrior in China, only half a step away from the divine realm. I highly appreciate such a rare genius. I can help you and make good relationships. In the future, if I have trouble with the Heihe Shrine, someone can help me."

He said this, like an old man who is willing to promote his juniors.

But Ning Xiaofan laughed:

"Heihe God, if it were someone else, you were really deceived. But how could you hide your little tricks from me?"

Ning Xiaofan smiled and gradually his smile faded, and his eyes said coldly:

"It's just a matter of time for me. At most half a year, I can enter the divine realm. As for the way of ghosts and gods, it's worthless to say that it's just a method to condense the soul. You call yourself a ghost and god, but you're actually a gold on your face, just a stronger evil ghost. If you don't cultivate to the realm of transformation of gods, and the soul lies in the void, how dare you call it a god?"

"As for you to help me, I'm afraid you're coveting my body and want to take over the body."

As soon as Ning Xiaofan said this, the entire temple suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!