Grasping Evil

Underworld, 9th floor.

Overlooking is the wooded sea of hundreds of trees, and over the wooded sea, there is some light rain.

Pluto clouds here, dry skin, finally a little loose.

“It's safe to flee here... where every giant tree is a divine division of the husband... with a total of more than 100,000...”

Pluto's words are comfort and warning. Let Ningfan not worry about the pursuit of the old Snake Scale, and let Ningfan understand that entering here, it is best to rule the poison of the sparrow. Otherwise, any giant wooden god here can pose a great threat to Ningfan's life.

“Let the cure begin... I suppress the poison, it's almost time...”

The threat to Pluto, rather than the immobility of his face, is not in his mind.

His eyes, sweeping through the light rain on the ninth floor of the underworld grave, closed his eyes.

Here the light rain, without distinction, is no different from the ordinary rain curtain of all beings... but rather than the divine will of rain, there is a good understanding that he can see... the ninth floor of the underworld grave, which should have been free of rain. This rain, the divine mind, is disillusioned.

It has nothing to do with magic, it has nothing to do with magic... just by divine will, from heaven and earth, calling for rain.

The idolatry, cultivating to the extreme, can change the laws of heaven and earth... and in the ancient times, rumours were that there were demonic ancestral candledragons, and that the laws were enlightened and unique.

Once you close your eyes, you can change day and night, and once you breathe, you can rotate seasonally.

Immortals can be stoned to gold, decayed to God, and turned into autumn to spring... all of this has nothing to do with the will of the godless.

Of course, generalizing the divine monks, even if they initially understand the will of the false gods and merge their ways, may not necessarily change the laws of heaven and earth.

Changing the law requires a great magical power... when the sparrow god realizes the divine will of rain, he is cultivated to the utmost depth, already a master of the true fairy stream, so that he can leave a trail of enlightenment, circulated in the rain curtain.

The ninth floor of the underworld grave, no rain, but in that day, an old man in black, in just one word, prompted the will of the gods of rain, gave birth to the ninth floor of the underworld grave.

“If I let you rain, you'll have to give... that's an order. ”

This phrase translates all the luxury of dry clouds into a flat tone, but hegemony does not diminish... because this phrase, is a freckle god, to heaven.

From the first to the ninth floors, it was preferable for Fan to completely revisit the enlightenment journey of the Sparrow God.

His heart feels deep, and this feeling will further promote Ningfan and blend into his own god of rain.

There are no exactly the same raindrops between the heavens and the earth, and there are no exactly the same divine intentions. Melting heart into the divine mind... if this step is completed, it is preferable for those who, at the time of the melting spirit, can fully unite the divine mind...

It may not be necessary for the time being... but merely concentrating on God can make countless old geeks, envious.

Not every old monster can congeal the will of the Phantom... many of the early Phantom monsters, all their lives, have not congealed the will of God, so they are fixed to be stagnant at the beginning, never entering the country.

The mood is in the enlightenment, slowly escalating.

Ningfan, seemingly, will be in the underworld grave for his third transformation.

The first transformation was of identity, and its transformation into repair.

The second transformation was the means, which lay out infinitely and began to become truly strong.

And this time the transformation, I'm afraid the transformation, is the mood.

Ning Fan's strength far outweighed Bai Fei Teng's flow, and Judah's swallowing and losing stream, I'm afraid he's no weaker than a ghost bird.

But his heart, whether decorated by ancient memories or a teenager's heart, will inevitably be tender.

This is childish, reflected in the experience of life. His style can imitate the ancient emperor, but many things, without personal experience, as a bystander, can never be understood.

It was as if many years ago, Fan had raised his head to the gods flying that day, thinking that the gods were worry-free. Now it seems that the life of a fairy is no different than that of a mortal. It is still alternating in sorrow and joy. It is still necessary to fight one step at a time and fight for a future...

He closed his eyes slightly and realized this slight sentiment carefully, but in his arms, the comatose little girl, the sparrow, suddenly the baby soared, a hint of black blood, spilled from the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of pain between his eyebrows.

“She had a toxic episode... and quickly went to a fire place... and these pills were ready as soon as possible... where I was going to treat her! ”

Ning Fan's face was thick, he patted the storage bag, took out a jade Jane, and gave it to Pluto in the name of mindfulness branded with some psychotropic medicine.

“You must cure her...” Pluto solemnly said.

“Mmm.”

...

The ninth floor of the underworld tomb, a place of extinction, is a dead volcano, which became a dead volcano because of the remains of a monstrous beast of 90,000 feet lying beside it.

Too ancient sparrow bone!

This bone exudes the power of the shady cold characteristic of the Pluto, which gives birth to a volcano and extinguishes it. And the power of the shadow and cold spread through the ninth floor of the underworld grave, so that the shadow and rain continue in the underworld grave. Out of the Pluto Valley, let the ghost sparrow zona, Yin Cold Array, suitable for cultivation.

This remains, extraordinary... but at this moment, preferred to measure the remains without apparent thought.

He carried more than a dozen perennials of psychotropic drugs, embraced the insane little Lori, luminous, stopped at the mouth of the volcano, staring deep into the volcano, hidden hot magma, slightly numb scalp. After a slight hesitation, the Dark Demonic Flame spread and turned into a flame hood, wrapped around him and leaped into the mouth of the volcano.

The fire here, I'm afraid, has reached the rank of four pints of spirit fire, just one level lower than the demonic fire in the terrain. Never dare to enter here without devouring the Dark Demonic Flame!

The only reason we're here is to suppress the poisoning in the lark. Virtual poison, derived from the tail feathers of the too ancient Pluto, which is powerful for ordinary people, for the peacock, but it is a good thing to improve it... but unfortunately, with the help of the Pluto tree once, the little girl of the peacock is virtually poisoned, suppressed once by the Ten Thousand Years Poison, and even more powerful when seizing the power of medicine.

With the golden power of a sparrow, it is absolutely impossible to refine this poisonous... but if there is a favor, the result is unknown.

To suppress the insidious poisoning of the shady cold, you must come to this lava land to warm the fairy veins of the small body of the sparrows with fire.

Within the volcano, dark green magma, bubbling bubbles, fluttering heat, this heat, for Ningfan, is a little unbearable, but blown to the sparrow, but it becomes a touch of comfort and warmth.

“Warm... warm...” the bewildered sparrow opened her eyes and gave Ningfan a sweet smile, realizing that Ningfan was going to cure her. She was very fond of this big brother who made her cake.

“Is it just warm...”

I'd rather see the colour of thought. The heat here is a little unbearable for him, but for a sparrow, it's just warm.

Prior to that, the little hand of the sparrow, even countless Dan Ding rolling hot, reached directly into the Ding, and took the Dan medicine with his hand... all this should not be the power of the insidious Yin Chill, empowering her.

“The Body of the Dane...”

I'd rather have a clear look at the physique of the sparrow.

The sparrow, indeed, is definitely a Dan Demon, and it is also a five-spin Dan drug that turns into a human Dan Demon.

It's just that this demon, where it was born, is the ninth floor of the Pluto, next to the remains of the Too Ancient Pluto... seemingly nourished by the bones of the Pluto, mutated when the demon gained spirituality.

At this moment, the Pluto is not only an extremely high quality Dan medicine, but also a demonic beast with only a chance to advance the royal family too ancient to the Pluto... according to Xue Qing, with Pluto, the time when the peacock was completely shaped, also in the millennia.

Dan Demon, is the body of Dan Pharmaceutical, it is made from Dan Ding, and Wuzhang Dan Pharmaceutical, refining the ground fire of this Dan, definitely not less than five products... heavily calcined, shaped into Dan, forming Demon... little sparrows, naturally there is no fear of fire. She was born in flames.

It's just that it's a question of whether the birth of the little sparrow, the will of God, or the man-made...

If it's God's will, it's fine. If man-made... the body of the Dane demon and integrated into the soul of the royal Pluto... one day, the Little Peacock will be cultivated for improvement, and its Dane Pharmaceutical Class, even because it contains the soul of the royal Pluto, its grade, will reach the point where the true fairy hearts and minds...

If the sparrow, some real fairy, was made by man... then the real fairy, perhaps one day, will come back to fetch the sparrow, the ‘Dandrug'...

The true fairy, merely speculation, does not know if it exists, but the only thing that is certain is that... if this person really exists, it will never be a freckle god... from the enlightenment of the freckle god, you can see the character of this person... this person, a decisive killer, selfish, overbearing man, will never have to go to great lengths and spend countless years on a demon.

In the character of the sparrow god, whatever Dan medicine you want, you should... grab it directly!

The graves of the sparrows... the ghost groves... the ghost groves, are sealed as ghost sparrows, but... this ghost grove doesn't seem to be laid out by the sparrows. A ghost keeper, someone else!

The ghost keeper, is it possible to raise another one in the Pluto's grave, Demon Dan?

Thoughts turned, but in the end, Fan shook his head... and everything was speculative, untraceable... for today's sake, the cure for the lark was first.

Faced with the unconscious sparrow, he preferred the color of the ancient well to waveless, gently unwrapping his black skirt, one buckle and removing his shirt.

Spinning reveals a tiny white body. A girl of seven or eight years of age, almost no different than a boy. It would be outrageous if she could still provoke evil thoughts in Ning Fan...

Ningfan heartless, take out a jade bowl, put a strain of Ten Thousand Years of Psychotropic Medicine in the bowl to grind into medicine... grinding liquid, not even a tenth of the strength of alchemy, pure and wasted, but rush power, Ningfan did not have time, but refined Wuzhangdan medicine to save lives, although the liquid is poor, but the quantity, it is also sufficient to use.

Dip some sticky medicine between your fingers, outline the different lines and apply them to the sparrows.

The insane little girl felt Ningfan's fingers touching herself. A little green shyness jumped into her mind and made her face panic.

She would not have been shy, but her mind had added some confusing memories to make her understand shyness.

Gradually, it was extremely inappropriate for her to feel her body being touched like this.

“Brother Pie... don't touch here... no... I'll have a lot of little babies...” Dizzy peacock, little blush, with a cry.

“You little girl, who taught you these messy things... is it, Pluto?! ”

I'd rather have frowns wrinkled with a little girl, seven or eight years old, have no affair with a man or a woman... dissatisfied with him, that Pluto, looking serious, for old disrespect, teach the sparrows something messy about men and women?

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for a little girl to touch her body and blush.

Ningfan, it's a mistake, Pluto... a tree genie who doesn't necessarily know what men and women do.

Everything, that broken memory, was inherited from the virtual poison and gradually spread as the poison suppressed.

“No, Brother Pie, please, don't poke me with that thing... I'm afraid of pain..." the sparrow begged vaguely.

“You think too much! Little girl, don't think nonsense, don't poke... just let you be quiet for a second. ”

I prefer to shake my head helplessly, pointing a finger at the peacock's forehead, so that it can sleep.

Ben himself detoxifies the sparrow, there is only less than 70% success rate, stirred by the sparrow, the pattern is not perfect, the success rate is even lower.

Step one, on the naked rooster, outline the Baidu pattern, imitate the Baidu fairy vein, poison the fairy vein, draw it out, attach it to the body surface!

I'd rather not think about men and women at first, but I was stirred up by a bird and slightly weird... a demon who lived for thousands of years and hid things about men and women, is she still a little girl?

When the fingers were drawn, the girl's tender body was unwittingly delineated and she was instantly caught in the head.

“Ningfan, wake up! Don't let a word of desire take over your heart! ”

He spoke to himself in secret, suppressing all memories, and it took a long time to outline the pattern.

Coma sparrows with long, thin hair like waterfalls. Pink skin is warming up and the poison is being suppressed!

Yet the sparrows in the coma, the memories in their heads that are unclear, are growing...

“I am... the princess of the Too Ancient Pluto Nation... my name... 'Shiloh’...”

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