Black snowflakes floated down like crow feathers. The warmth of the corpses on the ground gradually became colder and stiffer, and the blood of the corpses gradually solidified.

Whether it is a savage beast or a black savage monk, the blood is black, dirty and evil. Ning Fan looked at the black blood all over the ground, thoughtfully.

Countless barbarians from Tianman City climbed onto the city wall and looked at Ning Fan in horror.

They were already convinced that Ning Fan was a foreign monk, and compared to the barbarian beasts suppressed by the barbarian images, the barbarians were more afraid of the foreign monks who were not suppressed by the barbarian images.

If the foreign monks want to slaughter the barbaric city, almost no one can stop them!

"Don't be afraid, he is not an enemy."

Zhao Dieer's cold voice spread in the wind and snow and reached the ears of every barbarian.

The expressions of those barbarians became dubious, and it was difficult to believe that Ning Fan, a fierce star, could not be an enemy.

As if to confirm Zhao Die'er's words, Ning Fan, Liu Yan, and Xian Loli turned into streams of light, flew up the city wall, and appeared in front of Zhao Die'er, smiling and showing no hostility.

This made many barbarians less afraid, but many barbarians were still angry and did not dare to breathe.

Ning Fan's appearance returned to his youth after his transformation, and he no longer looked old at all. He was even younger than what Zhao Dieer remembered.

Zhao Dieer stared at Ning Fan blankly. After fifty years of hardship and waiting, she finally found the person she wanted to see, but her eyes were blurry with tears and she was choked with tears.

Ning Fan looked at Zhao Die'er, who was accomplished in barbarism, and smiled happily, with a gentle look on his face, like an elder looking at a younger one.

But after his spiritual thoughts swept across Tianman City, Ning Fan's eyes dimmed again and he sighed slightly.

With the strength of his spiritual consciousness, he easily found the Zhao Mansion from Tianman City. However, what made him regretful was that there was no aura of Zhao Boyang and his wife in the Zhao Mansion, but their souls were enshrined...

An old friend from back then has passed away now... It was only a matter of time...

"Take me to pay homage to Brother Boyang. How about that?" Ning Fan sighed, stretched out his hand and stroked Zhao Dieer's satin-like black hair with a sad expression.

"Well..." Zhao Dieer's eyes dimmed and she nodded.

That night, Ning Fan sat alone in front of Zhao Boyang's tomb, drinking alone until the third watch of the night.

Zhao Boyang was a mortal friend he met when he became a mortal. After fifty years of separation, he could not see him again. Ning Fan felt somewhat regretful.

He looked down upon life and death, so he would not be too sad, but it was a pity that he lost a mortal friend to discuss Confucianism over wine.

In this world, people die every minute, but there are a few people who make Ning Fan feel regretful...

The snow is falling harder and harder, and the night is as dark as ink, like an inescapable nightmare.

Xian Loli had already fallen asleep under Liu Yan's care. Ning Fan sometimes raised the wine gourd, sometimes took a sip, then raised his head and looked at the night, his eyes confused.

Seeing his old friend pass away actually evoked a trace of nostalgia in him, reminding him once again of his hometown far away in the Rain World.

The God of War Technique has broken through the fourth transformation, and the purpose of coming to the wilderness has been achieved, and it has even broken through the middle stage of true transformation.

It's time to return to Dongtian and rescue the King of War...

Liu Yan has already completed the task of merging spirits in the astral disk. Once Ning Fan returns to Dongtian, he can go to the True Thunder Realm at any time. It is time to fulfill the last wish of Thunder Emperor Taisu...

After that, I will accompany Ouyang Nuanjidan Sanctuary and his party; after that, where to go...

Do you want to go home and have a look... It seems that you can't go back to the Rain Realm from the East Sky. You have to go back to the Rain Realm from the North Sky or the South Sky... Who wants him to give up his immortal seed and become an immortal?

Looking at the red plum tree next to He's tomb, Ning Fan's eyes became even more dazed. He missed the snow in Qimei City.

"I have been cultivating so far. I have broken through the rebellion of life and death, understood the void and realized the truth, and I have reached the level I am today. Master is just a transcendental master, Emperor Xia is only comparable to a transcendental master, and I am also a transcendental master...

The cultivation of the Bone Emperor, Nirvana Emperor, and Sui Xu Emperor in the past were as high as a mountain, and they made me breathless. Now, Sui Xu is not worth mentioning in my eyes..."

"In the ancient heaven, I was chased by the Immortal of Destiny. Now, the Immortal of Destiny in front of me is just a flower in the night..."

"The leader of the Dan Sect is Du Zhen. He was once a formidable enemy that I was extremely afraid of. Now, he is just a turtle in a urn. If I have time, I can defeat the Dan Sect without even using up all my trump cards and vent my bad breath on Ming Que.

.Dan Zong, there are dry bones in the tomb!"

"My cultivation level is getting higher and higher, but my home is getting further and further away..."

"Master, have you woken up? Mother, have you woken up? Does daddy still like to drink?"

"How many plum blossoms have bloomed in Sifan Palace in Qimei City this year...Ning Gu, which life is this reincarnation..."

Gudong, Gudong...

It was quiet in the dead of night, with only the sound of the wind and the sound of Ning Fan drinking swigs of spirit wine.

His cultivation level has reached such a high level, but he still can't stop, he still has to move forward.

"This path of spiritual cultivation has an end... I don't know, the only thing I can do is to keep going all the way. There are still strong enemies behind me, and they won't allow me to stop moving forward!"

"The Great Emperor Mo Luo, the Poison Dragon Ancestor, the Palm Immortal Emperor, and the silver-haired Immortal Emperor who once plotted against my parents... there are many more powerful enemies!"

Ning Fan suddenly patted the storage bag and took out a cloak puppet from the storage bag.

This cloak puppet was captured by Ning Fan when he killed the Thousand-Eyed Old Man when he was in the Six Desire Immortal King's Cave Realm. It is a desire puppet and requires the use of the Six Desire Puppet Line to control it.

After the First World War that year, Ning Fan got two desire puppets, one was the ancient demon puppet from the early stage of She Kong, and the other was this puppet.

This puppet has a powerful momentum comparable to that of the middle stage of Broken Thoughts!

If Ning Fan can control this puppet, what does the old monster She Kong mean? He will kill as many as he comes!

"Back then, I didn't have enough cultivation to control this puppet, but now I can give it a try!"

With a thought, Ning Fan unlocked the power of Yu Yin Yang and Zhan Yin Yang, and his aura immediately surged to a level close to Shekong.

After activating the fourth transformation of the battle tactics, the ancient demon's cultivation level immediately skyrocketed to the fourth nirvana of the heavenly demon!

He used the Soul Extraction Technique again, and under the dual cultivation of law and body, Ning Fan was so powerful that he completely broke through the bottleneck of Shekong and reached the level of the early stage of Shekong!

By stimulating the power of the Six Desire Bones in his body to the extreme, Ning Fan flew out numerous invisible threads of desire from his fingers and sank into the cloak puppet's body.

The moment the puppet thread entered the body, the cloak puppet's eyes glowed with a faint green light, releasing a shocking force like a dragon awakening.

The momentum was deliberately controlled by Ning Fan. It was limited to the cemetery and did not spread too widely, so as not to scare the barbarians in Tianman City.

In order to activate the Broken Thought Puppet, Ning Fan consumed all his mana at an almost terrifying speed. Under his full control, the Broken Thought Puppet finally started to move!

"I can control this puppet, but it's very difficult. After all, I'm not a real Shekong monk, and I still don't have enough magic power..."

Ning Fan stopped the transmission of mana, sealed the rain again, and fought against the two yin and yangs. The green color in the cloak puppet's eyes immediately dissipated, and his eyes were empty.

Put away the puppet. Ning Fan drank the spiritual wine in the dark night, no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhao Die'er quietly looked at Ning Fan's back in a dimly lit place without disturbing him, and just watched it all night.

After fifty years of waiting, Ning Fan finally returned. She was full of emotions, but she kept them all in her heart and kept them as secrets. She did not say anything.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Zhao Dieer's thoughts followed the snowflakes and flew back many years ago.

At that time, she was still young, and she spent the whole day asking Ning Fan to build snowmen and pick plum blossoms...

"Do you want to go back to Bianliang?" Ning Fan's voice suddenly rang in her ears, startling her.

"I want to...but Bianliang is too far..."

"It's not far. I also want to go back to Bianliang for a visit. How about you accompany me once and come back before dawn?"

Before Zhao Dieer could react, she suddenly let out a sweet cry and her face turned red with embarrassment.

With a slight movement of his body, Ning Fan grabbed his waist and turned into a golden rainbow, flying into the air.

The night was not over yet, but Ning Fan took Zhao Dieer and flew back to Bianliang City directly from Tianman City with a golden light.

Because of the black snow, Bianliang has been repeatedly attacked by wild beasts. Now it is a situation where ten rooms and nine are empty. It is already dilapidated. Due to the dead of night, it looks even more depressed.

Zhao Dieer has not returned to Bianliang for fifty years. She dare not recognize this dilapidated city and cannot imagine that this could be the once prosperous Bianliang.

Fifty years have passed and Bianliang City has changed greatly, but only the water of the Bianhe River remains the same.

It is still the bitter cold weather of winter, and red plum blossoms are still blooming on both sides of the river, but the snowflakes are no longer white and have become pitch black, which is extremely incompatible with the red plum blossoms...

It made her want to cry, but she couldn't cry because she was choked with sobs.

The most ruthless thing in this world is time. Once it has passed, it will never go back...

"The butterflies don't cry, the plum blossoms are still there, and although the snow is as dark as ink and not as white as it used to be, it can still make a snowman."

Ning Fan casually picked off a red plum and inserted it into Zhao Dieer's temple. He smiled slightly and turned around to build a snowman.

Zhao Dieer suddenly remembered her childhood memories. At that time, she begged Ning Fan to build five snowmen and assigned identities to all the snowmen.

'This is dad, this is mom, this is Si Ya sister, this is Die'er, and this is uncle. Let's live happily together, happily and carefree...'

'Uncle made a snowman for Die'er. When Die'er grows up, she must marry her uncle and let her make snowmen for me every day!'

Zhao Dieer's eyes turned red and blurred with tears.

The five snowmen back then have passed away one after another. Now, only Ning Fan is still alive, and she is the only one...

"Don't cry, you still have a relative like your uncle in this world."

Ning Fan patted Zhao Dieer's head. This time, he only built two snowmen, one big and one small.

He treated Zhao Die'er like a descendant, like a relative. His gaze was a bit dazzling, but it made Zhao Die'er attached to her.

"Uncle, the book says that it is not difficult for foreign monks to become immortals and live for a hundred thousand or a million years. Is this true?"

"yes."
To be continued...