"The good corpse mourns the death, appears!"

As the eyeball monster's voice fell, stone chips continued to peel off the giant statue on the far left, and its appearance was no longer blurry and gradually became clearer.

If the wise words are here, you will definitely be shocked again, because the appearance of this giant statue is exactly the same as the appearance of the Beitian Ancestral Emperor in the top-secret files of the Siming Sect!

It was a statue of a middle-aged man. There was a black moon totem on the right side of the man's face, which was the emblem of the mourning clan. His hands were wrapped with countless puppet threads, and his eyes were compassionate. In that compassion, there was an indestructible energy.

The sadness was so contagious that it quickly spread throughout the valley.

Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, which brought back the saddest memories in his heart.

He thought of his mother, with her pale face, who sacrificed all her demonic blood and turned into a stone statue, just to save her child's life.

He thought of his father, who screamed in sorrow and despair under the calculations of Immortal Emperor Zhang Yun, and lost the memory of the love in his heart little by little.

He thought of the old devil. That year, in Qimei City, the old devil was destroyed by his unworthy disciple Emperor Nie. For the first time, the old devil showed an old and sad expression, like an old man in his twilight years...

Ning Fan was suddenly startled, and before he knew it, he was crying.

He was assimilated by the sadness of mourning the ancient statues. This sadness has a magical power that makes people feel the same!

"Who is this statue? It has such a powerful sadness that makes me sink into it and cannot extricate myself!"

Ning Fan rushed out of the lake with his spiritual thoughts and saw the statue of mourning that continued to exude sadness, his eyes were moved.

"Hey, this is the statue of the deceased emperor. Boy, let's admire the grace of the ancestor emperor of Beitian. His power is indispensable in order to break the blessing technique."

The eyeball monster chuckled and replied. But he was muttering secretly in his heart.

"Mourning, mourning, we used to have a good relationship. You probably won't mind if I borrow your power today. Hey. You're already dead, so how could you mind? Even your daughter is dead, and now

There are so few old acquaintances between heaven and earth, it’s really lonely..."

He continued to activate his magical powers and muttered words. The pressure of mourning the ancient statues became more and more heavy, causing the entire valley to be shrouded under his pressure.

That coercion seemed to turn into an invisible hand, suddenly taking action and tearing hard towards the direction of the lake. Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake immediately felt a sharp pain like tearing his whole body. It seemed that at this moment, his

The Tao was torn apart by the invisible hand!

On the right side of the body, blood immediately seeped out of the skin, dyeing the white clothes on his body red and melting into the lake water.

Immediately afterwards, even the flesh and blood dissolved little by little in the lake water, leaving only the dense white bones under the skin and flesh.

Losing flesh and blood, the right half of Ning Fan's body suddenly looked shriveled, and his clothes clung to his bones, giving him a feeling of emptiness.

As half of his body dissolved, the power of blessing that imprisoned Ning Fan's soul was weakened by one thousandth.

At this moment, an extremely large amount of immortal energy flowed into the lake towards the right side of Ning Fan's body.

The power of immortality seemed to be incompatible with the power of his yin and yang demonic veins, as if they were born as two hostile forces that could not coexist.

Despite this, the power of immortality was still nourishing Ning Fan's severely damaged body. As a result, a strange scene appeared at the bottom of the lake.

The right half of Ning Fan's body was left with only white bones. No flesh and blood could be seen, while the left half of his body was still nourished by the immortal energy and was intact as before.

Gradually, the power of immortality wrapped around Ning Fan's skeleton, causing a scene of flesh and blood to reorganize immediately on the empty bones.

In just a few breaths, the right half of Ning Fan's body was reshaped at the bottom of the lake, no different from the previous body!

"It's not enough! The evil corpse Yinmo appears!"

The eyeball monster's gaze fell on the second giant statue, and he snorted angrily, "Yin Mo, Yin Mo, you are my body, I am your eyes, you and I are one, I will use your power,

Isn’t that an exaggeration?”

The eyeball monster muttered something, and the second giant statue gradually became clearer.

It was a statue of an old man with a bare upper body, his lower body wrapped in an animal skin skirt, and his hair tied into countless braids.

His appearance is clearly consistent with the ancient statue of the old man on the ninth floor of Tianque!

This is the statue of ancestor Yin Mo! Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly. First there was the statue of mourning, and then there was the statue of Yin Mo. Is there any connection between the two...

There is an indescribable sadness in the ancient statues mourning the dead.

The gloomy ancient statue has an almost crazy killing intent.

A murderous intent as fierce as a storm suddenly burst out from the Yinmo statue, pressing down heavily on the entire valley.

This murderous intention was not much weaker than the sadness of mourning the death of the great emperor, and it also enveloped Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and a violent murderous intention began to grow.

It was a kind of murderous intention that was almost disreputable. Any creature that appeared in front of you would be killed, killed, killed!

"This murderous intention is very similar to the feeling of being corroded by the power of tribulation thoughts. Now that my tribulation blood has been reduced, this killing intention cannot mess with my sanity!"

Ning Fan's whole body flashed red with the thought of calamity, and he dispelled the murderous intention.

He can allow himself to be moved by sadness, but he cannot allow himself to be eroded by murderous intentions.

As the murderous intention of the second ancient statue descended, the tearing power exerted on Ning Fan immediately doubled in strength!

This time, even the left half of Ning Fan's body began to dissolve. With the blessing of immortality, the dissolved part quickly reorganized.

"It's still not enough. Do you want to use the power of my corpse... Hey, use it, use it, brother immortal, I will borrow your power for a while. Don't be offended if you offend me..." The strange eyeball looked at

Taking a look at the third colossus, he looked cautious, as if he was afraid of the third colossus.

"I am immortal, now appear!"

Boom!

As soon as the eyeball monster's voice fell, countless black calamity clouds immediately appeared above the valley. Those calamity clouds were all turned into the spirit of immortality!

Black thunder fell from the sky one after another. Amidst the roar of thousands of thunders, the appearance of the third colossus became clearer little by little.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with long hair, ordinary appearance, but his eyes were so bright that people didn't dare to look at him.

It is impossible to describe the dazzling gaze, as if there is an entire starry sky in his eyes.

In that gaze, there is an unforgettable longing, which is the longing for the starry sky of my motherland...

This longing was silent, but it enveloped Ning Fan in an instant, arousing Ning Fan's homesickness.

Ning Fan seemed to resonate with the third ancient statue. He seemed to be able to feel the emotions of the people who lived in the ancient statue countless years ago.

I feel homesick...I really miss it...but home is no longer there...That is the emotion of the person in the ancient image, not Ning Fan's emotion.

Two lines of blood and tears suddenly shed from the eyes of the third ancient statue. His home is long gone, long gone...

"This is the statue of the Immortal Emperor... Brat. Look carefully. This person is the number one emperor under the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou! Even if the Desolate Saint sees him, he must be polite!" The eyeball monster

His expression was full of awe.

The next moment, a terrifying aura that Ning Fan had never seen in his life suddenly suppressed him from the ancient statue of immortality!

That momentum was several times stronger than that of Emperor Luan Gu!

That is the momentum of the first Immortal Emperor under the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou!

At this moment, ancient sounds echoed between heaven and earth. They were echoes buried in the reincarnation of heaven!

That was the unwilling roar of the Immortal Emperor many years ago!

"I am a cultivator of Zi Dou Immortal. I was born against the calamity, and I will bury my bones without regrets. I will live and die for Zi Dou Immortal!"

"The world exists and people exist, but when the world dies, people die! I swear here, in this life, to kill all the enemy cultivators outside the territory and return to my motherland!"

"...I killed the evil corpse, but that evil corpse betrayed the Purple Dou Immortal Realm, took refuge with the Lord of Tribulation, and became the ninth generation barbarian god. This is the hatred of my life..."

"The good corpse... carries the sorrow of my life. Just stay in the fantasy world... This is the last home of Zi Douxianxiu... the immortal void. I leave it to you to protect yourself..."

"Good Corpse... When I kill all the monks from outside the area, I will come here and take you home..."

A sound resounded in the sky above the valley. It was the echo left by the Immortal Emperor in the reincarnation of heaven. It lasted for eternity and has been passed down to this day.

Hearing this voice again, the eyeball monster's eyes suddenly became moist, and he actually shed tears.

But he quickly put away his tears and concentrated on controlling the formation.

He must help Ning Fan break the blessing technique! Then, kill Yin Mo!

Because... this is the lifelong hatred of the Immortal Emperor, and he wants to help the Immortal Emperor avenge it!

"The art of immortality, the way to control destiny...all the gods and destiny, all obey my orders! The immortal star appears!"

The eyeball monster suddenly activated its magical power, and a little bit of blood mist suddenly flew into the sky in the lake.

The sky above the valley turned into night and fell in an instant. In the endless black night, there was another star, especially dazzling, slowly falling, turned into blood mist.

It was a purple star that contained extremely terrifying immortality!

Its name is the Immortal Star! There were nine star points in the right eye of the Immortal Emperor, and this Undead Star was one of the nine star points.

But on this purple star, for some reason, there are many cracks...

"The Immortal Emperor once fought with outside monks and was besieged by twelve saints. The fourth magic star in his right eye was blown to pieces. The broken star turned into a drop of black blood and flowed out... That drop of black blood contains...

The memories and longings of the Immortal Emperor for half his life have been lost, and there is even a trace of inheritance left in it... This inheritance can only be obtained by monks with immortal physiques. Others cannot obtain it..."

"It's a pity that apart from the Immortal Emperor, no second monk with immortal physique has been born since ancient times. I'm afraid no one can obtain this inheritance in blood..." The eyeball monster didn't know that there was already a second monk in the world.

An immortal monk was born, named Siming. Before he could grow up, he was hacked to death by Ning Fan's sword.
To be continued...