Yin Yang Lantern Man

During the worship, a drowsy feeling came over Chen Ning'an. Looking up, he saw a golden figure standing in front of him.

"Boom!"

Thunder instantly spread across the sky, and the sound of rain crackling was heard all around, with drops of nectar bathing him completely.

"Master..."

Chen Ning'an was distracted, the sweet rain blurred his eyes, he didn't know why.

The Heavenly Venerable's hair fell gently, swaying in the wind. He stretched out his hand to him and lightly touched his forehead.

"Go."

These two words suddenly woke Chen Ning'an up, and he hurriedly touched his forehead.

I saw that above the lead flowers on the forehead, there was a lightning pattern engraved on each flower.

There are twelve thunder patterns, each one represents the Lord of Heaven. This is clearly the command card bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Lord!
Chen Ning'an raised his head suddenly, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times sincerely, performing the greatest ceremony!

"Thank you Master!"

Chen Ningan understood in his heart that these twelve thunder patterns represented twelve 100% successful summoning talismans.

With this thing, he no longer had to worry about the magical power.

On this day, whether it was Huaxia or Dagao, all the door gods were glowing.

Liao Yun suddenly walked out from the door god and shouted to where Chen Ningan was:

"Owner!"

Return to the void!

With the three flowers gathered at the top of his head and the five qi hidden in his chest, Chen Ning'an's spirit was already perfect. At this moment, relying on the void stone crystal in his body, he relied on himself to completely step into the return to void!
After returning to the void, his soul rushed into the void, and he saw darkness everywhere. His previous memories and past events emerged in his mind.

The golden statue walked out of his body, shed its golden body, and all his cultivation from his previous life was restored.

This was equivalent to him being forced to start over again. His cultivation level of Return to Void only stayed for a moment before he immediately stepped into Refining Void again!
What is Lianxu?

Everything in his body, his past, was integrated and transformed into a bloody and dark world.

This is his void, endless corpses, endless hatred, the breeding of evil spirits, it is the endless hell!

"Hell!"

Chen Ning'an suddenly stood up and became the lord of hell!
The cultivators at the Lianxu stage are extremely terrifying.

He coincided with the golden statue, and it was at this moment that the eternal hatred was finally aroused.

Don't break the void, now, he has broken the void.

Chen Ning'an looked from the ground to the sky. There, there were layers of skies and layers of boundless continents.

"I am back."

Chen Ning'an opened his mouth and spoke to someone in the cloud.

"Humph!"

Infinitely high in the clouds, in the purple sky, this is a road that the lantern world can never reach.

There are strong winds blowing across the sky, there are blue skies blocking the road, there are thunders passing through, and there are also raging evil clouds.

If you don't reach the state of returning to the void, even if you have the ability to reach heaven and earth, you will never be able to pass through this obstacle.

"It's another reincarnation."

In the Zixiao Heaven, inside a quiet and immortal palace, a person slowly spoke.

This man's face is made of real gold, and he looks like Maitreya. He squints his eyes and looks naive and solemn, like a precious elephant.

The whole world shook with these words.

"Lord Jin, what is your will?"

There are a total of 360 Zhoutian practitioners in the palace, and every one of them is at least a spirit cultivator.

Among the 360 ​​practitioners, there are 12 practitioners’ masters, each of them is a True Lord of the Dao.

After so many years, Jin Daojun had already occupied Zixiao Heaven with his supernatural powers and became the Lord of Heaven.

The one who spoke was one of the Dao Lords, Lingtian Dao Lord.

"Remember the kid who was suffering in endless purgatory?"

Lord Jin chuckled and said, "Last time, I casually pointed at you and you fell into hell. Now, you are coming back again."

"You mean the other half of the magical power?"

Ling Tian Dao Jun stood up and said: "The Lord of Heaven can let me handle this matter."

"Not urgent."

Jin Tianzhu smiled and said, "Let that kid come here, and let me ask him if it's time to hand over his Yin Divine Power after so much time has passed."

He showed his compassion: "If you know how to repent, understand that this is not yours, and return it to its original owner, I will still treat him well."

"Gold God, have mercy."

Three hundred and sixty people chanted together, and the palace became even more magnificent.

The Golden Celestial Lord smiled and sang: "Is there anyone willing to open his eyes and see what has happened to this person?"

“God, please let me come.”

Ming Tian Daojun stretched out his hand and shot out a mysterious light, and then a picture appeared, showing Chen Ning'an ascending from hell.

"A ghost cultivator."

Taoist Master Mingtian was speechless. The evil aura that seemed to be tangible all over his body made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Just by reflecting Chen Ningan's figure, the mysterious light began to shake, and something seemed to grow out.

One cultivates one Tao, and the Tao can be contagious. Chen Ning'an's Tao is the Tao of ghost cultivation, which is a bit too overbearing.

"He can only practice ghost cultivation. In hell, there are no orthodox cultivators. They will be eaten up without leaving any residue."

Another Taoist said this and casually sent a message.

"How can it be so easy to ascend to heaven? I, Changwu Daojun, have 1,200 disciples. How about adding some luck to the Lord of Heaven?"

"Okay."

Jin Tianzhu laughed, quite interestingly: "Good luck, next, I'll let you ascend first."

Changwu Daojun was immediately overjoyed: "Thank God for the gift!"

This realm can ascend to the heaven, but if the strength is insufficient, the consent of God must be obtained and an official document must be sent to the upper realm.

There are two paths for those who are in harmony with the Tao.

One is to merge the body with heaven and earth, and then shed the mortal body from heaven and earth before one can ascend.

This requires sufficient cultivation and endless time, so there is a second shortcut.

It is to write a prayer through God's hand, telling God what the instructions are tonight and what number they will send.

Basically, all the ascenders are like this. Lord Jin has a kind face and is the easiest to talk to among the gods.

As the saying goes, a righteous man will have many supporters, while an unrighteous man will have few. For Chen Ning'an to deal with such an enemy is like an old man eating arsenic, seeking death.

But everyone also understood that the magical power originally belonged to Lord Jin Tian, ​​and was finally snatched away by Chen Jingyun of the Chen family.

As the son of Chen Jingyun, Chen Ning'an naturally has to suffer this cause and effect.

The disciples of Changwu Daojun are the Chang Dao Sect.

Chen Ning'an was currently peeling off the strong wind. The endless hell was surrounding him, but the strong wind could not move him. Instead, he stepped into the void, continuously lifting the hell up.

At this moment he stopped, a divine light appeared above his head, and thousands of void runes lit up.

The runes are bright, as if glowing with plasma, and they create a hazy membrane like in a science fiction movie.

He was still looking when suddenly a long spear flew towards him from the membrane!
"when!"

A head-on attack! Chen Ning'an remained calm. He quietly stretched out his hand and pulled out the spear above his head.

It just brought out some white mist of brain matter, which made no difference to him.

"hiss!"

The people in the crowd hissed in shock. It hurt just looking at it. Could it be that this ghost cultivator had no sense of pain?

Chen Ning'an raised his eyes in the mysterious light and without hesitation, threw out dozens of thunder talismans.

"boom!"

Dozens of thunder talismans turned into a bolt of lightning and pierced back into the diaphragm, with even a flash of purple in it.

Divine Thunder!
I saw the diaphragm was torn apart, and a shrill scream came out from inside.

"Ah! Evil beast, you have reduced my cultivation by ten thousand years. I will kill you!"

It turned out that there was also a spiritual cultivator inside, an elder of the Changdao Sect.

After being hit by the Divine Thunder, his cultivation was instantly shattered, and he became a mortal. "You dare to stop me, you are the accomplices of that thief."

Chen Ning'an's face turned cold: "I haven't even gone to cause trouble for him yet, but you guys are rushing over here like cats smelling fishy smell."

He grabbed another handful of fire leaves with the silver patterns on them sparkling brightly.

"boom!"

Thunder poured back, purple air filled the air, and another scream came from inside!
After entering the realm of refining emptiness, the divine thunder that Chen Ning'an could hardly control by himself no longer needed the guidance of ten thousand thunders. With ten or a hundred thunders, he could basically launch it once.

Even he didn't know which one would be able to succeed, which made it difficult for the enemy to defend against it.

"How brave!"

There was no screaming inside, it seemed that they were directly chopped into ashes. Accompanied by roars, the membrane was torn open, and more than ten people flew out.

More than ten refining void masters?
Chen Ningan took a look and couldn't help laughing: "Are you here to deliver food?"

"Delivering food? Don't you know the reputation of our Chang Dao Sect?"

The leader made a sword gesture, creating a world of sword light.

That is his domain, and he naturally has to use the methods of refining the void when doing so.

In the past, when the sword domain was unfolded, cultivators of the same realm would be defeated one after another, but today he obviously chose the wrong opponent.

Chen Ning'an raised his hand and tens of thousands of fire leaves flew away, without even using his own Hell of Unending Suffering.

When he was refining his spirit, he was able to suppress Master Gan who was refining emptiness, not to mention that he had already reached the stage of refining emptiness.

The Taoist looked through the scattered fire leaves and saw Chen Ningan silently saying one word to him:

"collapse."

崩？
"Boom!"

The void was torn apart directly, and the thunder was no longer one, but a whole piece, which violently tore the sword domain into pieces, and smashed hard on the Taoist and the entire Chang Dao sect behind him.

Dozens of divine thunders were interspersed in it, too many to count. In an instant, the place was quiet.

Chen Ning'an raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he had done nothing, and continued to break through the blue sky with his hands behind his back.

The hem of his clothes was completely burned to ashes, proving that someone had once existed here.

"Cats and dogs."

These four words were clearly heard from his mouth throughout the Zixiao Tianxing Palace.

"What an arrogant ghost cultivator!"

Ling Tian Daojun's eyelids twitched, he quickly clasped his fists and said to Jin Tianzhu: "Please let me go and bring this kid here!"

"Do not."

Jin Tianzhu shook his head: "That's so boring. Look at the elite soldiers under Changwu Daojun who died without saying anything. Don't worry."

He pointed and said, "The lowest heaven is Yuluo Heaven. Tell the Lord Fengzhao in that heaven to stop it."

"mortal?"

The other travelers were confused, but Daojun Changwu understood.

"That ghost cultivator Chen Ning'an has great merits from who knows where. Killing him directly would be harmful to us. It is better to use a mortal to offset his merits."

"When the time comes, if we kill him again, it will actually be a great merit."

"Ruzi can be taught."

Jin Tianzhu laughed loudly and narrowed his eyes so that he seemed to be completely blind.

But this plan would require the deaths of countless mortals to be completed.

But, they are just dead mortals. There are as many dead mortals as you want. Even if you kill them all at once, they only need to recuperate for hundreds or thousands of years before they can flourish again.

And for them, a thousand years is just a few times of practice.

"This kid is practicing ghost cultivation. Ghost cultivators like mortals as their nourishment. I want to see how long his merits can last."

Changwu Daojun clenched his fists and said, "Killing my disciples is really not a pity!"

The continent in the lowest layer of heaven is called Yuluotian.

Chen Ningan stepped here, looked down, and saw it was pitch black.

The place where the sun cannot reach is the fallen and damaged Taiyin Mountain, while the place that can be seen is very high, and further ahead is another boundless world.

He also couldn't see the end of this continent.

"Who is ahead!"

Suddenly, a mortal's voice was heard. Chen Ning'an looked up and saw that it was warships floating in the air and fighter planes roaring.

He was hit.

"roll."

Chen Ning'an took a look and decided not to bother competing with them, so he just continued to fly upwards.

It’s still far from Zixiaotian, and I don’t know how long it will take to get there.

"attack!"

However, at the command of King Fengzhao, the place where Chen Ningan was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"What about monks?"

The general sneered. He didn't believe that carbon-based creatures could survive such fierce artillery fire.

But he was wrong.

Chen Ning'an survived, and not only that, he didn't even have a single injury on his body.

"Foolishness."

The man in the sky shook his head slightly. He didn't want to deal with these people, but since the other party took action first, the cause and effect would take effect, and life and death would no longer be controlled by himself.

He raised his hand and pointed it slightly downward.

What is this for?

Feng Zhao was analyzing this scene, but he didn't see a drop of blood falling.

Chen Ning'an is the biggest evil!

One drop of his blood is enough to drive the world into madness. Endless malice will sweep across the country along with the blood, contaminating all healthy people.

In a flash, the entire Fengzhao Kingdom became a purgatory.

"I am in charge of the boundless purgatory. Welcome to my kingdom."

He opened up the void he had cultivated and allowed Feng Zhaoguo to move in.

This vast expanse of sky suddenly became pitch black, and ominousness and pollution were brought about by the nightmare.

"At this moment, I am the master of the lamp."

He suddenly understood that this was what the Lord of Lamp, the Lord of a World, meant.

There was a cloud of gloom in Zixiao Tianxing Palace.

"This ghost cultivator polluted people into evil spirits and then killed them, but he didn't suffer any karma at all, and even his merits and virtues didn't change?"

The people in the crowd were talking about it and didn't quite understand.

"God, why is this so?"

A female celestial being asked sincerely, "What caused the heavens not to punish him?"

"Because he is a ghost cultivator."

Jin Tianzhu replied with a smile that he had lived for a long time and these things were actually basic knowledge.

"It is true that ghost cultivators have karma when they kill people, but if a human makes the first move and causes the ghost cultivator to be injured, then the one who gets contaminated by the backlash is asking for trouble."

"Then Chen Ning'an deliberately let the artillery fire tear open his fingertips, and a drop of blood polluted the entire Fengzhao Kingdom, turning everyone into evil spirits."

"How can there be karma for killing evil spirits?"

He expressed a slight surprise: "This Chen Ning'an is getting closer to a demon than ever before. Even this Heavenly Lord has miscalculated this step."

He thought that being in purgatory would only destroy a person more and more, but he found that Chen Ning'an seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

“Is this the power of Yin Shentong?”

The nature of gold is immortal and indestructible, and its soul remains unchanged and unmoving, so it can become stronger and stronger in purgatory.

Jin Tianzhu narrowed his eyes. He knew that if he couldn't suppress Chen Ning'an one day, he would surely die.

People who grow up in such an environment are definitely not simple people.

(End of this chapter)