After the omniscient old man regained his senses, Ning Fan chatted with the omniscient old man again and asked about the suppression of the ant master.

The omniscient old man couldn't quite remember why he suppressed the ant leader in the first place, but he still remembered the method of suppressing the ant leader very clearly.

This is a method of suppression passed down by the Liang Yi Sect. What is suppressed is not the body and immortal soul of the ant master, but the [existence] of the ant master!

Suppressing the existence of the ant master also requires the use of strong beings, and because this is the method of the Liang Yi Sect, it involves the dual seals of yin and yang.

The male ant quasi-sage of the light ant tribe is the Yang seal that suppresses the existence of the ant master in the Yang world.

The female quasi-sage of the light ant clan is the Yin seal that suppresses the ant master's existence in the underworld.

"Does repression exist..."

Ning Fan shook his head, saying that he could only understand a little bit, but could not understand deeper things. Obviously, this method of suppression is no longer the second step, but the third or even fourth step.

.

"Hey, little friend Ning, what do you want me to say about you? You just killed a quasi-sage fused with the light ant clan, but you actually killed such an important Yangfeng as the Corpse Slave King; the four major ones that I have planted here

Yin Feng, you even captured two people, and your cultivation was completely destroyed. Fortunately, you haven't attacked Yin Mu and Huazhao yet, otherwise once the ant master escapes, I will have to spend a lot of effort to suppress her again.

You must know that this is to suppress the saint. I am not afraid of her resistance, but are you, the underworld people in the purple dream world, afraid? Haven't you heard a saying, when gods fight, mortals suffer. Wait until I suppress it again.

This cheap maid, hey, I’m afraid your Zi Dou Fantasy World has also been affected to pieces..."

Ning Fan smiled awkwardly.

Fortunately, he didn't really attack Yin Mu and Huazhao, otherwise he might become the criminal who destroyed the world of Zi Dou's fantasy world...

"But you still destroyed a lot of Yang and Yin seals, which weakened the power of the seal a lot. Now, I have to cultivate new Yang and Yin seals. You can replenish a quasi-sage happily and kill a quasi-sage.

It's easy, but do you know how much energy and time it takes for me to cultivate a quasi-sage? Ning, little friend, please don't hurt these little ants anymore, okay? Can you give me some face?

?”

"…good."

"But it's not like you didn't do nothing good. You actually moved away the ant master's Tao Mountain. I was worried that I had no place to deal with that mountain. This is a very good move, very good! As for the ant master's scattered soul in the sea of ​​​​consciousness... Hey,

All I can do is to be patient for now, wait for me to figure it all out, come up with a new method, and then try to get rid of her. Before that, don't try random methods, lest the ant master's soul is scattered and not killed, but instead

Destroy your own sea of ​​consciousness."

"Um."

It was a matter of life and death for the dream world, so Ning Fan had to give up his plan to replenish the Yin Mother and Huazhao.

Of course, just because he couldn't take supplements didn't mean he couldn't act. After figuring out the bottom line for suppressing the ant master, Ning Fan no longer had any worries.

That night, he punished the Yin Mother, gave her a meal, and planted the relics for the two girls. Even if he didn't collect any supplements, he still got the Yuan Yin of the two quasi-sages, and Ning Fan's mana increased dramatically in the previous round.

Completely stable, and even a little improved.

Ning Fan returned Hua Huo and Hong Lian to the Light Ant Clan and handed them over to the omniscient old man for retraining. At this point, the four powerful women of the Light Ant Clan were all controlled by the relics and could no longer harm Ning Fan.

Already.

A few days later.

With the help of the merits of the true world, the curse of the ooze monster was successfully lifted. Ning Fan did not witness the specific lifting process. Afterwards, when the ooze monster returned the Jade Book to him, the merits on it were reduced by 600.

Point. What's weird is that even though the curse has been lifted, the ooze monster still maintains its mud body. I don't know if it was intentional.

There are still 11,800 merits left in the Jade Book of the Open Heaven.

Ten days later.

Ancestor Lei Ze swallowed up the ancient Yin Wind collected by Ning Fan. While his injuries healed, his magic power improved even more by a hundred kalpas!

He finally walked out of the wind bag, and Ning Fan also returned the wind bag.

"Brother Ning, you are really my lucky star! I have broken through the small bottleneck this time, and I will no longer be constrained by the bottleneck for a long time. I will usher in a new period of improvement in my cultivation. Hahaha! Brother

I really don’t know how to thank you."

Before Patriarch Lei Ze could thank Ning Fan properly, he saw the omniscient old man beside Ning Fan.

then…

Under Ning Fan's confused gaze, ancestor Lei Ze rubbed his eyes, then cried with joy, knelt down directly towards the old man Quanzhi, and kowtowed heavily several times.

"Uncle He? Is it really you? When you disappeared mysteriously, we were all so worried about you! It turns out that you are not dead, not dead! Lei Ze, a registered disciple of the Liangyi Sect, has met Uncle He!" But it turns out that Mr. Lei Ze

My ancestor was once accepted as a registered disciple by Divine Master Nangong of the Liangyi Sect. Divine Master Nangong and a peer of Quanzhi, it is reasonable for Lei Ze to call him uncle.

"Go aside, who is your Uncle He? Don't make random connections. I don't recognize the Liangyi Sect and the Sanyi Sect! Let alone Lei Zeyuze!" said the old man Quanzhi with a look of disgust.

"Uncle He, have you forgotten? It was you who taught me to smell my senior sister's dirty clothes and pants! You are my great benefactor! Have you forgotten all those important experiences of fighting side by side?" Lei

Ancestor Ze said heartbrokenly.

"Indecent clothes...indecent pants..." The omniscient old man's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have remembered something...

"Moreover, your old man also took my nephew to go whore... to Yihong Mansion to drink and talk about Taoism. If it weren't for Master He, my nephew would still not understand that there are so many mysteries in women..."

"Yihonglou...the woman's...mystery..." The old man Quanzhi seemed to have remembered something, his nose felt hot, and two lines of nosebleeds suddenly flowed out.

He seemed to be about to really remember those past events.

But in the end, his incomplete consciousness made it impossible for him to recall those things.

"I... don't recognize you." Quanzhi sighed.

"So it turns out that Master He's consciousness has been so damaged. No wonder he...can't remember..."

"Although I don't remember you, since you call me uncle, you can't call me brother Ning. You have to call me uncle."

"Uh, call him uncle? This, this is unreasonable. He is just the successor of our Liangyi Sect for countless generations. How can my nephew call him uncle? Isn't that an inferiority! He calls his nephew master.

Pretty much…”

"If you want me to yell, just yell, no need to talk so much! You didn't listen to my uncle's orders, did you?" Quan Zhi's face was straight, and Lei Ze gave in out of habit.

"Master, don't be angry. I'm shouting. I'm shouting. Isn't that enough? Hey, isn't it just to recognize one more uncle? It's such a big deal. Don't be so angry that your body is broken..."

…

In this way, Ning Fan inexplicably gained a nephew.

Ning Fan underestimated the influence of the omniscient old man on Ancestor Lei Ze. He originally thought that Ancestor Lei Ze would not take the crazy words of the omniscient old man seriously.

But he was wrong.

Following Quanzhi's order, Lei Ze actually served him as his uncle.

When Ning Fan stood, Lei Ze didn't dare to sit; when Ning Fan sat, Lei Ze stood aside and served him like a boy. That attitude, respectful in words and polite in actions, helped Ning Fan calm down in the morning and dusk, and sleep on the ice.

Wen Xi!

On this day, Ning Fan was chatting with Bei Xiaoman when Lei Ze came running over again.

"Disciple Lei Ze, I have something to ask my junior uncle!" As soon as he came to the door, Patriarch Lei Ze had the tendency to kneel down and worship. Is this a big gift to Ning Fan? Is this okay?

Ning Fan almost spit out a mouthful of spiritual tea, while Bei Xiaoman on the side was also so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Grandpa Shi Bing has just recovered and still needs to recuperate. She has been busy taking care of Grandpa Shi Bing recently and doesn't know much about Ning Fan and Lei Ze. At this moment, seeing Lei Ze actually kneel to Ning Fan directly refreshed her three views.

She had always thought that Ning Fan was just a small cultivator; what about Patriarch Lei Ze? He was one of the three quasi-sages of the Si Ming Sect, and was already the supreme being in Beitian.

The majestic Siming Sect's quasi-sage actually kept calling Ning Fan his junior uncle, and even knelt down and bowed down as soon as they met. Was she dreaming...

Bei Xiaoman pinched his face stupidly, it was unbelievable! It hurt a little, it was not a dream!

"Don't be stupid, senior Lei Ze is kidding me..." Ning Fan fixed Lei Ze with a finger from his sleeve, and Lei Ze couldn't kneel down anymore.

Are you kidding? What kind of joke would make a quasi-sage kneel down and worship a junior cultivator?

Most people wouldn't believe this.

But Bei Xiaoman believed it! After all, the IQ of a woman in love often drops to a negative value, and she firmly believes what the man she likes says...

"...If you have something to say, don't kneel down." Ning Fan said helplessly.

"Yes! Young Master Uncle, the Beitian Sect's Grand Competition is coming soon. As a quasi-sage of the Siming Sect, my nephew needs to attend the second round of the competition. He will not be able to serve you for the time being. Please forgive me, Young Master Uncle.

"Ancestor Lei Ze said respectfully.

"Senior, there is an omniscient senior who is crazy and crazy. I already have a headache. Please don't cause any more trouble. Don't call me uncle again, I can't stand it..." Ning Fan said with a headache.

"Little uncle! You are an elder, how can you call me senior! Isn't this Zhesha's nephew? You can call me nephew, or you can just call me by my name!"

"Then, fellow Taoist Lei Ze..."

"You can't call me fellow Taoist! The rules of our Liangyi Sect are very strict. You are the uncle, so you should abide by your duties and abide by the rules! There is no room for chaos in this generation!"

It’s already in chaos, okay? I’m a descendant of the Black Demon Sect, a young disciple of the Liang Yi Sect for who knows how many generations. You, the old man, are the elder, okay? But you insist on calling me uncle...

"Forget it, I'd better call you Lei Ze..." Ning Fan was too lazy to argue anymore.

Master uncle, let’s just say master uncle. Anyway, it’s not him who suffers...

"Then, uncle, can you allow my nephew to leave temporarily?"

"...Enzhun, please leave quickly."
To be continued...