- Chapter 123 2 (2/2)

“If this slash was made, not only could I get a Ming Luo Fruit, this would also be very beneficial to my future in Gold Core realm that needed to abandon one’s sentiment. It’s just that if this slash was made, it would be a kind of blasphemy to Zhihe…So I’d rather not want this Ming Luo Fruit!”

A hint of resoluteness was shown in Ning Fan’s eyes. At this moment, even his last trace of greed for the Ming Luo Fruit had dispersed, leaving behind only determination.

Just as the moment the thought of greed faded, ‘Zhihe’ exploded into colorful mists once more. Additionally, the clouds of mist that were enveloping him dissipated rapidly.

The fog of illusion was finally gone, then a Ming Luo Fruit appeared at the spot where it vanished. Instead of feeling delighted, Ning Fan seemed dismayed.

“Slashing sentiment, slashing the Heart Devil…although I choose not to slash away Zhihe this time, it’s only for the sake of avoiding the confrontation…I wonder if I can avoid this incident again while I’m forming the core…

“However, I finally know the way to pluck the Ming Luo Fruit. The way is to have no thoughts at all! I, Ning Fan, will never be able to achieve this state no matter how hard I try…even though Ning Fan can’t do this, Dark Ning can!”

Ning Fan muttered to himself. A moment later, he patted the top of his skull, and immediately, a white and black-clad Ning Fan emerged.

The white-clad was White Fan and the black-clad was Dark Ning.

The white-clad had a smile on his face, but was instantly enchanted by the power of illusion, whereas the black-clad Ning Fan had a heart like rock. None of the temptations could shake his heart.

“Plucking these Ming Luo Fruits? Humph! Who cares if they are fake or real? Just pluck them!”

He waved his hands violently among the countless drifting Ming Luo Fruits and plucked out ten of them. As soon as it happened, a heaven defying power of illusion rolled towards the black-clad Ning Fan, but he just stood there motionlessly.

“I’m heartless! You can’t enchant me! Break!”

The force of illusion broke and crumbled before his very eyes!

…

In the outside world, even after a long time, Ming Luo still couldn’t see Ning Fan obtaining the third Ming Luo Fruit, which he felt that it was a pity.

The closing time of the mirage was nearing, but Ning Fan still showed no signs of leaving the illusory world.

“What is he doing in there…? Whatever it is, he must have been trapped in the fog of illusion after plucking two Ming Luo Fruits. I think I will have to save him out of the mirage.”

Ming Luo shook his head. As he was about to get Ning Fan out with force, his eyes turned stern all of a sudden, and with startling speed, it turned to shock that grew stronger and stronger!

“He has gotten the third Ming Luo Fruit…wait, the fourth, the fifth…this-this…”

Ming Luo’s expression seemed blank. For the first time in his life, he discovered that Ming Luo Mirage was showing the signs of collapsing before its closing time.

“What has that kid done in the mirage?! To cause the mirage to crumble in advance!”

With a loud blast, a white and black ray of light shot out of the mirage and turned into a youth with white clothes and black cloak. In the next moment, the mirage closed with a loud crash!

“It’s a pity…black-clad Ning is being somewhat unruly…otherwise, I can pluck a few more Ming Luo Fruits. Now I only got 10 of them!”

“Huh…you have plucked 10 Ming Luo Fruits in the mirage?!”

Ming Luo’s face was zombie-like and full of disbelief.

In the history of Ming Luo Tree Race, those who could pluck ten Ming Luo Fruits in the illusory journey were experts above Nascent Soul realm. And no matter how monstrous the Nascent Soul expert was, the expert would need to be hundreds of years of age… even if the expert cultivated the inter-generational force of Lost World Palace by slowing the time in the outer world, it would take hundreds of years of honing…

Without hundreds of years of experience, one wouldn’t able to resist the power of illusion of ten Ming Luo Fruits.

But Ning Fan only had the skeletal age of 20. Because of this, Ming Luo was puzzled.

If Ming Luo knew that the black-clad incarnation of Ning Fan wasn’t affected by the enhancement of the mirage, he would definitely feel even more astonished.

“It was just through sheer fluke.” Ning Fan showed a wry smile.

When he was being invaded by the Heart Devil and was put in the position to slash off ‘Zhihe’, he avoided it.

But next time, would he be able to avoid it again the moment he broke through to the Gold Core realm?

Because his Heart Devil is Zhihe…