The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"Oh, Nascent Soul?"

The Taoist withdrew his hand and looked at Mingfan with a smile.

Ming Fan stroked her dantian with her hand. During this period of time, she had advanced from the late Jindan stage to the perfect Jindan stage.

The golden elixir in the Dantian had long disappeared. A fist-sized baby who looked like Ming Fan sat cross-legged on the Dantian with his eyes closed.

The Nascent Soul is surrounded by spiritual energy, which runs several times faster than the Golden Core period.

However, compared with the Nascent Soul formed by a true Nascent Soul cultivator, the Nascent Soul in Ming Fan’s Dantian can only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

Normally, a cultivator needs to go through the tempering of heavenly tribulation before they can form an infant. If they can pass the heavenly tribulation successfully, their golden elixir will be shattered and their infant will be formed. But if they fail in the thunder tribulation, it goes without saying that they will be in trouble.

But Mingfan is an exception. I wonder if it’s because he is in the Picture of Ten Thousand Monsters.

After the realm is satisfied, it can no longer be suppressed, and after breaking through the realm, the Nascent Soul is formed.

She did not experience the thunder tribulation, but she formed her Nascent Soul first.

Therefore, the Nascent Soul was not fully formed, and the entire Nascent Soul had no sense of solidity, floating illusoryly above the Dantian.

"In the Ten Thousand Demons Map, there is no way to attract thunder tribulations, so you are now at best a half-infant."

The Taoist looked at Ming Fan, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear: "Don't show off."

Ming Fan smiled awkwardly. She naturally knew that the Taoist was right.

If she wants to truly cross the boundary and become a true Nascent Soul cultivator, when she gets out, there will probably be a great thunder tribulation waiting for her.

"Why, are you thinking about what will happen after you get out now?"

The Taoist sneered, and soul power surged in his hands.

In front of them, as the Taoist moved, a spirit disk condensed from soul power appeared.

"What is this?" Ming Fan was very confused by his action. Why did he produce a spirit disk out of nowhere?

The Taoist said nothing, but just moved his fingers and asked her to look at the spirit plate in front of her.

The spirit disk changed its appearance as the soul power changed.

“Originally, this Ten Thousand Demons Diagram was a magical instrument that I forged for myself during my lifetime, after spending 100,000 days and more than 200 years on it.

It's simple, there's no motive, I just want a place to rest after I die."

As the Taoist spoke, the shadow in front of him turned into a scroll and slowly unfolded.

The scroll was blank, completely different from what Ming Fan saw that day.

"Then what's the difference between this and a Tomb of the Living Dead?" Ming Fan didn't understand, he really didn't understand.

But the Taoist ignored her and continued talking to himself.

"If you want to defend, you must have an attack, so I caught some monster...eggs and released them in."

Ming Fan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "It's easy for you to say that you have captured some monsters, but I guess you have wiped out several generations of their ancestors."

"Then what?" Ming Fan asked cooperatively.

The secrets surrounding this Taoist were as thick as a fog that could not be dissolved. She was quite interested in listening to him reveal his life story.

"These monsters are good for adding some vitality to my painting."

The soul power in front of him changed again, revealing the full picture of the Ten Thousand Demons Picture, and a few points of white light scattered everywhere in the picture.

The Taoist pointed to where the white light fell and said, "This is the center of the formation."

There were so many white lights that Ming Fan couldn't remember them all with his poor memory.

"Senior is really far-sighted.

Those who know you are setting up a formation to protect yourself would think you are a rat digging a hole."

“So, if you ask about the method of leaving, I can’t remember it.

There are too many points in the formation, unless you can break all the true points at once."

The Taoist had long been accustomed to Ming Fan's sarcasm. He had told them before that he would not leave any door open.

"You have been trampling on us all the time, hoping that we will finally break the barrier and leave by brute force."

Ming Fan looked at the unpredictable soul power in front of him.

The Taoist was unhappy first.

"What do you mean by ravage? Don't say such harsh words. I just feel that we met for a reason and I am kind enough to help you leave."

Ming Fan curled her lips. She didn't believe that he had such good intentions and didn't have any intention of making things difficult.

During this process, he was probably the one who had the most fun.

Others may not know, but he was indeed very happy. After all, he hadn't seen a living person for a long time.

Not only are there a lot of living people this time, but they are all quite fun.

"What will you do when we leave?" Ming Fan frowned slightly.

"I didn't expect that you would care about others." The Taoist looked at Ming Fan with a smile.

"Haha." Ming Fan snorted, "Who cares about you?"

The Taoist didn't care about her stubborn attitude. The soul power in his hand dissipated and the scene in front of him disappeared.

"I will be fine. Once you leave, the formation will heal itself automatically. Then, I won't have to see you, a bunch of annoying little brats, anymore." After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something funny again.

"But with your current cultivation level as weak as that of a chicken, you still want to destroy my formation? That's impossible."

The Taoist leaned against the wall, not even looking at Ming Fan: "I said before that you can only rely on yourself to get out.

When you can touch my sleeves, you will have the confidence to fight... But being just a Nascent Soul is not enough."

The veins on Ming Fan’s forehead twitched. Was this going to end?

She was beaten badly all the way from the Jindan stage, and fought hard to reach the Yuanying stage, but now I tell her that the Yuanying stage is still a rookie.

Ming Fan: "..."

"What? You can't even bear this little bit of hardship?" The Taoist said with a sigh, "Young people nowadays..."

Ming Fan rolled his eyes. Why should she suffer? Who would be willing to suffer if they could enjoy happiness?

Thank you for the suffering? No, suffering is not worth being thanked.

"How about this."

The Taoist took a few steps back, looked at Ming Fan mysteriously and said, "When you are about to leave, I can tell you a secret."

Ming Fan raised his eyebrows: "What is your own life experience?"

This sentence made the Taoist furious.

Background? They still don't know who he is?

I don’t even know who he is!

The Taoist flicked his sleeves and his expression turned cold.

Not knowing who he is, the consequences are serious, and the additional training after that will have to be more severe.

Although he didn't know what he was suddenly angry about, Ming Fan felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

This man changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

But Ming Fan suddenly felt a little strange. Judging from his attitude towards them, he didn't seem like the kind of person who was indifferent to everything.

But what on earth could make him willing to abandon his body and hide in this magical weapon that never sees the light of day?

Day after day, in a place like this.

...Does he know that his magic weapon has been used as a murder weapon?