I woke up after 300 million years

"Exercise dark night blessings on me." Yan Fan said concisely.

The dark-skinned night elf was stunned and in disbelief:

"You actually know this secret!"

The blessing of the dark night is an ability given to the night elves by the goddess of the dark moon of the previous generation. The night elves at that time were the "spokesmen" and "preachers" of the goddess of the dark moon in the human world.

If they meet a suitable creature, the night elves will bring them into the camp of the Dark Moon Goddess through blessings.

This method is very ancient. Ever since Su Xingyue became the new generation of Dark Moon Goddess, she gave up on the night elves. Although the blessing ability was not deprived, the night elves did not dare to use it casually for fear of offending the current Dark Moon Goddess. Times have changed, and knowing the dark night Blessed humans were almost nowhere to be found, which was why the night elf was shocked.

Mo Qingwu, wearing a green dress and holding a Tang sword, looked curious:

"Dad Yan, what is a dark night blessing? I want it too!"

Yan Fan raised his hand and gave the woman a blow, and said with a warm smile:

"I want this, I want that, you are a real tiger... The blessing of the dark night is of no use to you. It is a status symbol that represents the dark night. It will not increase any combat power. I insist that you can call it through the blessing. The honorable name of the Dark Moon Goddess will most likely be responded to."

"Can't you increase your strength?" Mo Qingwu suddenly lost interest, "Forget it, I don't like darkness, and I'm not interested in any goddess. This guy has broken arms and legs, can he still bless him?"

Yan Fan pointed to the night elf's left hand and said calmly:

"If I don't have another hand, you will bless me, right?"

"Hahaha!" The night elf was lying on the ground laughing wildly, vomiting blood. "Poor humans, want to reach the gods through the blessing of the night? It's a wishful thinking!"

Mo Qingwu frowned and planned to chop twice more, but was held back by Yan Fan.

"You are so uncooperative, I am in trouble." Yan Fan lit up a golden flame on his right index finger.

With a flick of his finger, flames were injected into the night elf's heart. The broken legs and right hand grew back at a visibly rapid rate, and the injuries healed.

Senseless!

The night elves are confused!

What kind of method is this? How extraordinary is this guy? What is the profession?

No, I definitely couldn't defeat him and had to escape. I sprinted towards the door first, then caught him by surprise and escaped through the window on the left!

After making up his mind, the night elf stood up suddenly and rushed towards the door.

"It's a good idea, but unfortunately, in the eyes of the prophet, every move you make is expected." Yan Fan smiled lightly, grabbed the Tang Dao, and threw it with one blow.

The blow was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. The night elf had no time to react. His chest was brutally penetrated and he was nailed to the wall!

"Damn it! Dark Yin! Dark Yin! Dark Yin!"

"Why? Why does my ability fail! I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in!"

"Behind me stands the Kingdom of God. If you dare to kill me, you will definitely suffer divine punishment!"

When God comes, I will give him both high and low words, you are so stupid... Yan Fan condensed a flaming Tang knife, handed it to Mo Qingwu, and said the horrifying words in the gentlest tone:

"This knife burns souls. You can cut it as you like. I'm treating it if it's going to die."

In an instant, the night elf suddenly realized that the other party did not treat it with good intentions, but continued to cut it after healing. This was even more perverted than a pervert!

"Crazy! You are purely crazy!"

"Even if I die, even if I am cut into pieces by you, I will not give in!"

The night elves roared heart-breakingly, their bodies ignited with black flames, and they planned to burn themselves.

"Remember what you said, I appreciate your tough talk." Yan Fan had a thought and time flowed backwards in a small area.

The black flames extinguished, and the night elf's body recovered.

"No! That's not the case! That's not the plot! Who are you!"

"what!"

In the room, screams continued. For three hours, the night elf was stabbed more than 3000 times by Mo Qingwu. When he was about to die, he was treated by Yan Fan. Death became a luxury.

"Kill me!"

"The night elves will never surrender to humans!"

"Woo, don't cut it. I'm giving you my blessing. I was wrong! Please let me go!"

Mo Qingwu's white dress was stained with blood, venting her anger. She seemed cruel and ruthless, but this night elf had killed 45 female disciples of the Fairy Palace in a month. Her methods were extremely horrific. Most of them could not even find their bodies, and some were burned. They were turned into black charcoal, some had their hands and feet cut off, and some were even humiliated.

After drinking the third cup of tea, Yan Fan shook his head:

"It's only been three hours, but I still like your unruly look before."

Yan Fan tapped his fingers on the table, instantly depriving the night elf of control of his body.

"Do you think I need your blessing on me?"

Under Yan Fan's control, the night elf's right hand carved complex rituals in the void, his lips opened uncontrollably, and he made a hoarse voice:

"With my blood, I will bless Yan Fan."

The blood stain ceremony broke out, and a black crescent mark appeared on the back of Yan Fan's left hand. The thick power of the dark night spread, and was suppressed in an instant, curling up in the mark.

"Ah! Ah..." The night elf went crazy, kneeling on the ground and yelling, mentally broken.

When dealing with enemies, Yan Fan is not the most ruthless, only more ruthless.

He grasped the void with his right hand, and the space folded. The valueless night elf was cut in half, and the screams stopped abruptly. The body and soul were absorbed and shattered by the turbulent flow of space.

Mo Qingwu took a long breath, put away the Tang sword, put one hand on Yan Fan's shoulder, and said bluntly:

"You're so perverted. You can obviously control what kind of blessing it can accomplish, but you want to break down its psychological defenses bit by bit. You just go crazy."

The candlelight on the counter was dimly lit, the white carpet was bloody, and the walls and ceiling were stained with blood. It was as terrifying as the crime scene.

Yan Fan lifted Mo Qingwu's sleeves with his thumb and index finger, shook it away in disgust, and said slowly:

"Don't touch the blood on my hand... It's not a night elf. To be precise, the soul belongs to humans. The Extraordinary 'Psychic Man' may have taken advantage of the night elf's injury to occupy the magpie's nest. .”

Humanity! Mo Qingwu wiped away her thoughts, as if waking up from a dream, "No wonder this pervert often peeks at the disciples of the Fairy Palace taking a bath. I was wondering before, can it understand that the species are different?"

"Dad Yan, is there another one? What is the Ice and Fire Divine Butterfly?"

Picking up the teapot and filling it up, Yan Fan said calmly, "It's not in the Fairy Palace, nor in the forest with a radius of thousands of miles. It may have gone to other places, or it may not appear until two days later."

Listening quietly, Mo Qingwu bit her lip, various thoughts emerged:

escaped?

Impossible, that guy provoked me before and was more courageous than the night elves.

Let's wait and see what happens. Anyway, Dad Yan is here, so I don't have to worry.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingwu looked around, looked down at the white skirt, and asked:

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to take a shower? I'll send someone to prepare a room for you."

"Don't wash it." Yan Fan picked up the scroll, with a strong interest in reading, and talked eloquently, "These exercises in your Fairy Palace are very interesting, most of them are suitable for female cultivation, and they are more unique than "Thirteen Scrolls in Black and White". "

Thirteen volumes of black and white!

Mo Qingwu was dumbfounded, "Dad Yan, do you have "Thirteen Volumes in Black and White"?"

You know, 7000 years ago, the last immortal practiced the "Thirteen Volumes of Black and White" during the day, an immortal-level technique that countless ascetics flock to.

Rumor has it that the Immortal Bai Tian only practiced six volumes of white characters. Anyone who practices the complete thirteen volumes of black and white characters can control the yin and yang of heaven and earth, transcend the heavens, and be more powerful than the immortals!

Yan Fan nodded slightly while reading:

"Yes, Immortal Bai Tian destroyed the three lower volumes with white characters before his death, leaving the upper three volumes with white characters. I deduced a year ago and barely restored the complete six volumes with white characters. If there is a black volume, even just one, I can also try to restore the complete Thirteen Volumes of Black and White."

Are there only six volumes with white characters? What a pity... Mo Qingwu sighed inwardly, then approached with a smile, blinked, and stretched out his right hand.

Yan Fan turned a blind eye and looked away.

"Show me!" Mo Qingwu said in a clear and sweet voice.

Seeing that the other party ignored her, she added another offensive, "Dad Yan! Dear dad, don't be so stingy. When you get old, I will provide for you. If you are good to me now, I will be better to you in the future!"

"Think about it, 50 years later, you will be lying..."

The corner of Yan Fan's mouth twitched, he threw the parchment scroll with six volumes written in white on the table, and said:

"Don't paint cakes for me. I won't grow old even if you get old. Go take a shower quickly. You're dirty. Send someone to change the carpet."

"You cheap dad is so loyal!" Mo Qingwu hurriedly picked up the parchment, with a cheerful smile on her lips, and strode out of the bedroom.

Loyalty?

Yan Fan laughed dumbly. Six volumes of white characters were not uncommon for him. Xu Yao and others had already seen it. Long Baibai was practicing with several divine beasts, and the effect was pretty good. He had mastered the power of pure Yang.

after an hour.

The golden light of dawn slowly rose, and the disciples of the Fairy Palace began their morning exercises.

After taking a shower, Mo Qingwu, who changed into a clean white dress, returned to the bedroom. While walking, she read the contents of the Six White Volumes and marveled:

"The great truth is simple, yin and yang transform all things, the person who created this technique must be above the immortals!"

"The "Frost Knife Technique" I practice is yin and soft with the power of ice, while the white scroll is pure yang power. On the contrary, if I practice it rashly, there will definitely be a big problem."

"Dad Yan, Dad Yan..."

Yan Fan sighed, "What's wrong with you? Can you be quiet?"

"I would like to ask, have you been busy recently? If nothing happens, stay in the Fairy Palace for a few more days, and wait for the Ice and Fire Divine Butterfly to appear and destroy it!" Mo Qingwu, who has ADHD, walked around restlessly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Before Yan Fan could speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Palace Master, people from Sword Sect, Thousand Hands Pavilion, and Tongtianmen are here. The Great Elder sent me to ask you to go to the palace."

Mo Qingwu raised her eyebrows. As long as it was related to the Great Elder, it was probably a bad thing.

Walking around the door, she opened the door and asked the female disciple:

"Why did the three major forces suddenly visit my Fairy Palace?"

"Disciple, I don't know." The female disciple lowered her head and responded.

Old woman, what medicine are you selling in the gourd? Half of the disciples of the Sword Sect went to the Valley of Gods, and one-third of the Qianshou Pavilion's combat strength was lost. Tongtian Sect was also not to be outdone and sent more than 1000 disciples to fight. She wants to unite the three major forces to deal with me? It's unlikely. Other forces are not qualified to intervene in the internal problems of the Fairy Palace... Mo Qingwu was half guessing and half analyzing.

She waved her hand, "I know, you go back first, I'll be there soon."

"Yes." The female disciple closed the door and glanced at Yan Fan with a gossipy expression.

"Dad Yan, I have to go. You can play here by yourself and don't go through my things." Mo Qingwu opened the closet, took out a gorgeous blue and white dress, put it on bravely, tied the belt, and muttered He mumbled, "I hate formal occasions like this the most. I have to change clothes and dress up every time, lest other forces say I am disrespected by the Fairy Palace."

Yan Fan raised his head and took a look, and made a pertinent comment:

"You look good in a long skirt, you look elegant."

"That's right! She is naturally beautiful and looks good in anything she wears!" Mo Qingwu was not polite at all, accepting the compliments calmly and boasting about it.

Dressed neatly, she combed her long hair in front of the mirror, picked up lipstick, applied it to her lips, and pursed her lips lightly.

"After paying homage, I would like to remind you that you are not allowed to go to the holy pool in the east, which is the bathing place for the disciples of the Fairy Palace."

"I know, you are so nagging." Yan Fan took a sip of tea and suddenly added, "I sensed Jian He's bloodline, a girl, his biological daughter."

Mo Qingwu stopped at the door, slightly shocked, and murmured:

"This girl Jian Xi is here too?"