Grasping Evil

Refining the magic fire of a thousand years of life, once seized, is far from being repaired as simple as falling. Serious injuries are highly probable!

According to Niehuang's character, the leukostitis should actually be withdrawn immediately after the spell is broken, just in case. It's just that he despises Ningfan too much. In Niehuang's memory, the magic fire that has been sacrificed for a thousand years cannot be reversed, even if it is a Yuan Baby and an old god monster.

Without Niehuang's contempt, without Yin and Yang's locked fire against the gods, without the ‘false’ level god who chopped off the sword and burned the soul, there is no chance of anything, to take back the white osteolitis!

Niehuang's Pharaoh, the Black Armor Giant, sounds like a thunderbolt, a punch down, a landslide split, half the ice palace of Seven Mei City, collapsed directly under the boxing wind. Countless void fractures, this fist is almost the pinnacle of Niehuang's life!

If this fist blows down, let's not talk about the Seven Plums, even Vietnam, even close to a few countries, hundreds of thousands of miles of land, will be extinguished, inches of ash!

The demon is angry, tampers with heaven, takes the life of the earth, breaks the yin and yang!

Unrivalled! In the eyes of Ning Fan, because he must die, there is no more tension. His mind is blank, almost unconscious, there is only one thought left.

Reverse Niehuang's demon fire!

In the Dantian, Yin Yang locking whales suck cow drinks, a flaming sea, such as flowers disappear. In the Yin and Yang locks, the fire brewing is far more powerful than Ningfan.

Can't take it for myself... but this fire doesn't belong to Niehuang after all!

‘Pfft’!

White osteolitis has been seized, the Black Armor giant has struck half the mountain fist, life has been interrupted, a bite of black blood has erupted, such as rivers pouring, spilling over North Vietnamese ice, flooding an ice field, dyeing a snowy white world, black blooded.

Niehuang's eyes raised a hint of remorse, carelessness, too careless this time. I knew that Ningfan had a strange way to take back the fire. I should have simply left when I lost my old Sutra vein.

Why do you do this more, spreading leukostitis, pressing the white bone finger!

Hate, amazing hatred!

In the eyes of the Black Armor Giant, it turns into a dark ink, like a heavenly path!

“Kid, I'm gonna kill you! Ancient demons, 'Split up'! ”

The Black Armor Giant bites one finger raw, but oddly not a drop of blood bleeds.

One little finger, like a hill, the giant bites the little finger, the phalanx turns into black light, and the black light falls into the sky, evolving into 100,000 demons!

Hundred thousand demons with knives and yong-gos, like puppets, like mud puppets, are vicious! Every one of them has the strength of the Golden Dan Peak!

One finger broken, evolved 100,000 Golden Dane demon soldiers, Niehuang, this is gonna be, slaughter! The slaughter is centered on Vietnam, a million-mile cultivation country!

In this technique, Ning Fanwan could not take it. If he broke the kite, he fell into the cloud and fell seven plums.

And he didn't have to take it, because two broken voids, seven purified voids, twelve old gods and monsters, have broken the void and come together.

These old monsters, they don't look at the Seven Plum tragedy. They belong to the throne of the Rain Realm God, and they are rightly guided and have no interest in the destruction of the Monastic City, nor are they saddened.

However, they cannot watch the emperor release 100,000 demon soldiers, or countless congressional repairs will be made into scorched earth. There will be many righteous gates attacked by demons.

“Sigh! What inspiration did Niehuang get, why did he come to destroy a district town for no reason, why he hated it so much, at the cost of his own damage, to carry out the lost magic of the ancient demons, to break bones into soldiers... to break a finger bone, to cultivate without a hundred years of hard work, not to come here to cut the little finger...”

Among the two broken old monsters, one of the red-haired old man, dressed in a purple red python robe, looked heavy, spoke on his mouth, but his hands kept talking, consecrated the treasure - Phoenix ruler, the blood jade small foot evolved tens of millions, struck down against the demon soldiers, and struck into a blood mist.

But the demon soldier of Niehuang's bone fragmentation evolved, the party burst apart and the blood fog reunited.

This technique is a lost, evolved demon soldier of the Tai Gu Dynasty. It cannot be eliminated except by special means.

The red-haired old man is ineffective and has a stiff complexion. He's just broken first to fix it, and it's still a lot worse than Niehuang's powers.

And beside the old man, another shattered old monster, is a beggar-like young man, hairless as a grass, dressed in chaos. But this man, though dirty, looks pretty handsome and bearded, is a bit masculine.

The third son of the Rain Realm god, the cloud is uncomfortable, the second most powerful expert in shattering!

“Oh, too ancient a demon, a broken army? I don't know who's stronger or weaker than my ancient divine vein, the Ice Spirit...”

The beggar man's eyes flashed brightly, revealing his war intentions. He smiled and suddenly unraveled a rusty iron knife between his waist, probing his left hand and chopping off three fingers with one knife.

“With my three fingers, against Niehuang's finger... oh, I don't know what happened to Niehuang, but he was seriously injured, otherwise I would have killed ten fingers, but I wouldn't have hurt him... ancient magic, 'Demon Rain'! ”

Cut off three fingers, the beggar waved a pinch, the three fingers exploded into blood fog, the sky ice wind rolled, within a thousand miles of the ice, were all taken by the beggar, along with the blood light, turned into blood rain arrows, also 100,000, flying locusts fell.

100,000 demon soldiers, 100,000 blood rain, demon soldiers dissolve, but it is harder to recover.

Outside the White Bone Gate, the Niehuang Giant was torn apart by the Demon Soldier and again stabbed back into wounds. By other means, if Ningfan had not retaliated against leukostitis, injured first, dysfunctional powers, and formed a type of bone crushing army, could the two ordinary broken voids in the district be destroyed!

I can't believe I was humiliated by two pieces of garbage. It's all Ningfan's fault!

But Niehuang understood that he was wounded and hated Ningfan, and this was no time to kill him. Even a little longer in the rain world, came the rain realm emperor, and the 'Ice Sword’ clouds decided... that he might die in the rain realm.

The demonic realm emperor, because he was implicated by the melting spiritual ants and died in the rain realm, then he died too unjustly and too grieved.

Originally, 100 years after Niehuang decided to open the ancient Heavenly Palace site and come back to the rain world to kill Ningfan, but now, without 100 years, his injuries will not heal at all. Even if some more injuries are sustained, they may not heal after 100 years, and he will miss the "ancient Heavenly Palace" inheritance!

Hate, Ningfan district a melting spirit ant, just melting spirit, district melting spirit!!!

“Ho!”

For the last time, Niehuang ran his magic, roaring and sweeping the magic, shocking the rain world's masters backwards.

On this occasion, he stepped into the White Bone Gate and crossed back into the Devil's Realm.

But it came to kill the old devil, but it was destroyed by a melting generation.

In his heart, there is an extra Ningfan among those who must be killed!

“Little man, a hundred years later, I will return from the ancient heavens, I will have to tear you to pieces! ”

Huge Gate Closed, Niehuang Run!

Though fleeing, no one dared to chase the master of the rainfall. Forty years ago, Niehuang was also a mysterious rainfall frontier, and I didn't know what to do. At that time, he was chased by three broken voids, seven purified voids and nine deities. Niehuang was angry. In the void, he would chase 19 people, kill 16 and seriously injure 3!

Only three broken and badly wounded escaped... but Niehuang was badly wounded at the moment, but if he died, the rainfield masters present couldn't stop him...

“Humph, let him escape...” The red-haired old man snorted coldly, old and autumnal, but in his eyes, there was obvious luck, obviously not wanting to really fight Niehuang to death.

And beggar youth - the clouds are uncomfortable, recalling the harsh words before Niehuang's departure, but reveal an interesting divine color.

Who did Niehuang's harsh words go to... if Niehuang was injured, was it related to him? What kind of man can hurt the god of the demonic realm?

The clouds swept away, swept across the city of Seven Mei and shook his head.

In the Seven Plum City, the cultivation of the highest is only the melting spirit. It seems that Niehuang's mysterious master has been injured and has gone.

Only when the gods read Ningfan, the clouds were slightly surprised, paying more attention to the two eyes. Hiddenly, I think this man has a strange sense of intimacy...

“Illusion...” shook his head, the clouds were uncomfortably pinched, and a major healing technique was carried out - the fictitious spell "Healing the Heaven", covering seven Mai Baili, healing the wounds of the unconscious demons.

“Three princes, why waste your powers for a bunch of demonic sins!” The red-haired old man frowned and frowned, the Rain Realm God, is the righteous leader, but the three princes have always not bullied themselves, but are also evil, giving the Rain Realm God no headache.

“Demon Dao, my Rain Nation... haha, let's go...”

The masters broke the emptiness and stretched.

In Seven Mei City, he was healed by the clouds of discomfort, and countless magic repairs woke up, looking at the city of Seven Mei City, shocked, shocked, then fortunate again.

It is rare that Qimei City survived such a powerful attack by such a powerful expert.

I would rather lie beside the old devil than move a finger. There is sadness and comfort in the eyes of the old devil beside him.

“That man, who...” Ning Fan finally asked.

“Hannetan... the righteous son of the master... now seems to be the Emperor of the magic realm... Ning Son, you have brought back the life of the master, for the master, finally, you are the right disciple...”

“Ultimately, the attack cannot be stopped. He's too strong to break your veins, but I can't stop him...”

“You're just a melting spirit. What else do you want? Knead King? Who do you think you are? You can save the life of the division from him, that's enough... tired for the division, sleep for a while, in a few days, you can go to Ghost Sparrow Sect, take the Dark Three Divine Army with you... and leave it to you... to repair it for the division, just for the sake of Qi Mei, stay with Xiao Mei...”

The veins of the old scriptures are obsolete, and how can you not see them? The poison of extinct yin, although poisonous, is not really powerful, the removal is simple, but the Dan Fang is too rare, and the Yin and Yang method of alchemy has long been lost...

Therefore, the treatment of tetracotane is more than negative.

But nowadays, the old devil's vein is shattered by Niehuang's demonic atmosphere... followed by the pulse, which is not difficult, difficult, is to remove the pulse magic. He can't do it, not even unless he reaches a broken end or has a means comparable to a broken end.

Alternatively, refining more than six revolutions of Dan can try to get rid of the magic... but it is equally out of reach for Ningfan.

“Master, if I fix it to improve, I will help you restore your meridians. ”

“...” the old devil did not answer, no breath.

“A hundred years from now, Niehuang will come back to the rain world, and I will make him regret it! By then, I will not be a melting spirit. A hundred years from now, I will be with him. It is not known who the ants are! ”

“...” the old devil still has no response, no breath, closed eyes, like, dead...

Ning Fan's heart tightened, a sadness poured into his heart. Is it true that the old devil, arrogant and overbearing, died!

At the time of his nervousness, the old demon opened his eyes and revealed his cannibalism and looked at Ningfan.

“That's right! Did you use the Spirit Incinerator when you reversed leukostitis? You used my soul burning iron! I've lost, I've lost! Don't be such a shame, Ning Boy! ”

The old devil regained his spirit, closed his eyes and did not speak, so he was tangling with it. One by one, it's back to normal.

The delightful old devil... loved death, betrayal of the righteous son, and twice the sutra... but he still laughed out of his mouth, naive.

This is the realm. Enough to make Ningfan speechless optimism!