Grasping Evil

At the age of 17, Ningfan stood at the top of the sky and stood in the air as a strong melting spirit!

Jonglou Yuyu, Painting Pavilion Zhuduo, Yunxia cover, Sunrise Purple Qi. In the air, a cactus stepped on the cloud and dust appeared. There are cranes and mountains, there are chicks roaring in the creek, and there are old climbers and songs.

Is it true that this place is divorced? Ningfan eyebrows wrinkled tightly, this is too far from his imagination of the first demonic sect in Vietnam. Shouldn't the demonic sect or something be so gloomy?

“Isn't that strange? It is obviously a magic sect, but from the outside, it is a straight fairy gate.” The old devil grinned.

“Well, some curiosity.” Ningfan nodded.

“The real demon, it can't be seen from the outside. Monks, whose eyes can even see the heavens and the earth, are unique and difficult to see through the disguise of the human heart. Real demons don't tell people about their evil deeds. Demon, you will be deceived, otherwise you will not survive the world... people will test these four words, it is wrong not to personally understand, otherwise you will never really understand. Come on, Ning Boy, you have a long way to go. The world is huge and wonderful. The rain world is just a place of bullets...”

The old devil and Ningfan stood at the top of the sky. This may be the first time the old devil has ever had feelings for Ningfan.

“Do you want to be tested...” I'd rather taste the old devil's words, sincerely.

“Forty years ago, I looked away... but when I came to Rain Realm, back to Vietnam, there was a ghost sparrow in my heart... hard to say, but I should be right about you, you resemble me... just your heart, and shackles. This shackle is your brother. So my husband brought you here to break the shackles for you. Magic, don't worry about weight, wanton, wandering, worthy of heart! ”

The sky is far from the Zongbaili Immortal Sect. The sky is a thousand feet high above the Zongmen. There is a purple jade high platform suspended in all directions. Above the high platform, there are four heavenly gates, the center is divided into 72 venues, Zombie is held here, bustling with brothers, Zombie disciples and audiences.

On mountain roads, they often come and go by as monks.

Once the old devil patted the storage bag, he took out a jade Jane and handed it to Ning Fan, pointing to the empty jade table.

“Sonny Ning, you've opened your mind. Do you know how to use Jade Jane? Brand your brother's face on Jade Jane. Later, I snuck into heaven alone and searched for your brother. You wait for me on that ledge. The heavens are far from the forbidden land, there are many 'alchemist’ guards, you go to the burdensome. If I succeed in rescuing your brother, I will rendezvous with you at Yudai. If things do not work out, you and I will leave temporarily, from a long plan. ”

It's a spiritual power, a spiritual monk, to open up minds. One of the many wonderful uses of mindfulness is to memorize, brand, and read minds. Jade Jane, on the other hand, is what carries memories.

Ning Fan took over Jade Jane and placed it in front of his forehead. He remembered the scene of Haining's family, memories and his brother Ning's loneliness. He branded Ning alone and branded Jade Jane with his soul.

The corner of the mouth rarely brings up a warm smile. He had no father, no mother, and his only concern was his brother, Ning Lonely.

That year, when I was 6 years old, I took my 5-year-old Ning Lon to work, earned some copper money a day, couldn't afford to spend it, withstood the cold, hungry, and bought Ning Lon a candy gourd because he was my brother.

That year, I was 10 years old and I was 9 years old. Ning Lonely was injured by a drunken man. Ning Fan was angry and struggled with a drunken man like a mad dog who was not afraid to die. Because he's my brother!

That year...

Memories are rough all the way, but no matter how painful, Ning Fan feels warm. If he rescues Ning Lonely himself, as long as he is there, no one can hurt him in the sky or underground!

“Ning, hurry up! Grinding like a bitch!” The old demon was impatient, interrupting Ningfan's memories, and grabbed half of the Jade Jane branded.

“Stay in the jade and wait for me. Don't run away! You killed Elder Wu, this is not over, be careful, try not to reveal your identity. Otherwise, I will not avenge your death! ”

This admonition is obviously a concern, but from the old demon's mouth, it's a bit like a threat. Just a warning. The old demon pinched a secret trick. His figure disappeared and he didn't know where he was going. He must have gone into heaven.

Ningfan smiled, the old devil is a knife mouth, tofu heart. He was convinced that if he died in heaven, the old devil would surely avenge him.

Is this the apprentice? It feels good.

Ningfan took out a wide cold scarf, covered his face, over a silk scarf, with a coat of women's lipstick, it was the scent of Yunrao Wei, making Ningfan suddenly faint, recalling the previous.

Shake your head and press down all the clutter. Fortunately, this treasure has been claimed from Yunrao Wei, otherwise it's really hard to hide your identity.

At this moment, he covers his face with a wide cold towel. Nobody can identify himself from the sky. There is no need to worry about security issues.

He was a long-distance, flying, black-and-white, sacred man. When I saw Ning Fan rise from the sky, I looked straight at him.

“Who is this Melting Spirit senior? He's so handsome, so young... I'm overseas, when did he come out with such a stunning figure...”

The passers-by shouted and looked with envy at Ningfan. A thousand pulse brothers will be able to produce a melting spirit. One day, one can become a master of melting spirits in the sky like Ningfan.

There are mortals beneath the melting spirit, and ants beneath the broken void!

Ningfan set foot on the ice light, a few lengths, and landed on a suspended jade table. Yutai Four Days Gate, all have disciples waiting, dedicated to the reception of Melting Spirit master.

See Ningfan stepping into the sky, since he is a melting spirit, a delicate disciple, immediately greeted by the wind of incense, profitable,

“The seniors are so natural, it doesn't seem that I am a divorced person, I want to be a foreign seniors... Little girl Qin Rong, willing to guide the seniors, explain Zombie... even if the seniors have ‘special demands’ on the little girls, it's not impossible...”

Women's pulse opening three layers, soft voice with silk charm, eyes like autumn waves, water spirits looking at Ningfan, eye-catching.

This glance, the luck of the charm, even the ten layers of the vein, may be charmed, but I prefer not to move my eyes, without mentioning any ‘special requirements’, obviously not at all afraid of the charm of women.

“You show me around Zombie, the other waiters, you don't have to.” I prefer to keep my voice down, my voice is dull and I am old and autumnal.

The woman dared not to be lazy. She smiled. “Yes... then Qin Rong showed her predecessors Zombie... There are 72 venues in this empty jade table, and there are 200 disciples fighting in each venue... today is Zombie's ninth day..."

“Mm-hmm.” I'd rather pretend, wait here for the old devil, and be indifferent to what kind of day to leave Zombie.

His eyes swept through the venue casually, his eyes curled slightly, and the seventy-two venues added up. At least one hundred melting spiritual masters, at least a few thousand pulsating ten floors... The backdrop of heaven's departure is so powerful...

The number of masters, far more than ghost birds, a single heaven can sweep across the country... the strength of heaven is not easy.

Ningfan walked past a meeting room and looked immobile, but when he walked to the fifteenth meeting room, he held his footsteps and his eyes changed.

Not far away, he saw a figure! That figure, you can't mistake it!

At this moment, there is a black robe teenager fighting, the black robe teenager holds an ice ruler and defeats more than a dozen pulse breaking masters, and he is a powerful man.

Whenever a defeated opponent is defeated, the black robe teenager does not give the opponent a chance to admit defeat, often chopping off one foot, smashing the other's head, overflowing his brains and killing him mercilessly.

What shocked Ningfan was not the harshness of the black robe teenager, but the appearance of the teenager. How familiar and unfamiliar.

Ning Lon... this young man in black, is actually the brother he is looking for everywhere!

Wasn't he imprisoned by Tianli... how did he become a Tianli disciple and take part in the Zongmen contest here?

Didn't he, like me, become the Ding Furnace of the Witch? Fine, fine...

Unfortunately, Ningfan frowned when he had to celebrate his brother's fate. He noticed the huge ice ruler in his brother's hand, which gave Ningfan an extremely evil feeling.

There's weird.

Very unknown feeling!