Grasping Evil

Inside the underworld tomb, the little sparrow held a large bag of Dan Wan, his eyes slightly glanced at the direction above the ninth floor of the underworld tomb, and he was delirious.

Over the course of three months, the little sparrow has long awakened and has always been beside his black coat to protect him.

What she just doesn't understand is that this black suit is too cold to give her a smile at all. It's just a hunch for the little peacock, the black coat still refined Dan Wan, to give the peacock to know... despite his cold face, he still has a tender personality.

“Brother Pie is gone... these pancakes, I can't help but eat...”

In the little heart of the sparrow, she felt a little clogged, the tears popped and fell, and she panicked.

“Grandpa, how can my eyes pee...” she said eagerly.

“Silly girl, it's not urine, it's tears... miss someone, miss someone tight, cry, miss a home, miss chopped, cry too...” Shorty old Pluto, quite a sigh in his eyes.

“Tears, what is that? What do you miss... home, what is it?” The hearts of the sparrows, flashing through the word 'home’, suddenly tightened.

“Home... home is a place where you have to hang out even if you're far away from home... your home should be this underworld. And Grandpa's house, huh, is a very far away place... a place called the Tree Realm... oh, that's better than talent, when the spirit melts, splits the incarnation and cultivates the incarnation to the position of a former baby... even though in the tree realm, this child is a proud figure...”

“...” the sparrow crooked her little head and ate a bite of dandelion, she didn't understand the sadness of Pluto.

However, she concealed that the words of Pluto were incorrect, that her own home, should not be in the underworld...

Lately, the birds have always dreamed, in their dreams, that they are called Shiqiang, that there is a far away 'home’, and that there seems to be a not far away 'home’...

“Grandpa, I want to leave the underworld grave..." her mind flashed over the word 'Shi Cao’ and suddenly felt a little sad, which she could not understand at all.

“What are you talking about! You can't leave even if you can... you know, you're a demon! It is a five-spin dandruff that has the opportunity to cultivate into a nine-spin or higher dandruff! If you leave the underworld grave and lose Grandpa's protection, the people outside will eat you! Those people, don't be afraid of you like the demons in the underworld...” Pluto's face changed dramatically, reprimanded.

“Oh...” the sparrow lowered her voice and wondered what she was thinking, but there was a question.

Humanity, is it really scary?

Brother Pie, isn't it great?

The old man Xue Qing, though timid, is not terrible, right?

And the dreamy, kneeling artistic creatures... their pious eyes, are really scary.

“I still want to leave the underworld grave..." she said softly, but didn't say it.

...

It all happened in black, Ningfan, after leaving the underworld grave.

At this moment, Ningfan has merged the two great incarnations to make it look like it was before.

White clothes coexist with black cloaks, smiles resonate with killing intentions, ice and fire burn in fairy veins, and are transforming with evil, gods and demons in their eyes.

White as a god, black as a demon, Yin Yang as one! Everything, darkness is in line with Yin Yang Avenue!

A thousand miles from Ningcheng, an ancient battlefield full of ruins. This is where Jingyang and Suqiu chased the black bodies.

The Immortal Sword Shadow has come to an end, and the Black Corpse, by all means, survived under the power of the sword!

Severe wounds, black blood everywhere! But his gaze was even more grim, and this time, although his corpse demonic realm was defeated, his mood was greatly improved!

Breaking the shadow of the sword, Jingburning old ancestor's tongue, that Immortal Sword Qi, he fell into it, I'm afraid he will also die, I don't know how to use that sword Qi. And he raised awareness once again of the fierceness of the black body.

With the breaking of the sword shadow and the burning of the scene immediately raised cold hair, the reason why he did not leave was to destroy the black corpse after it was seriously wounded.

If the black corpse can be killed, it is not necessary to stay away from other countries, Vietnam avoids the danger of annihilation, then the Fire Cloud Sect avoids the difficulty of overthrowing.

He could give the Fire Cloud Sect to Ningfan at will, because he saw that Ningfan would be kind to the Fire Cloud Sect, but in his heart he still had great feelings for the Fire Cloud Sect.

“Sochi Fairy, I'll kill this demon together...” Jingyang preached.

“No, he's here...” Suqiu raised her eyes and looked at the sky, smiling.

Ningfan's figure, hundreds of miles away, seemed like the scene burned without letting go of his mind, could not feel Ningfan's breath at all.

But Soo Qiu felt that it was first the special sensation of a woman, then the sensation of consciousness.

Indeed, the black corpse broke the sword shadow, hated to smash the four illusory swordshadows in the sky, stood on the sky, did not see the ground burning and others.

He was badly injured, but burning down was not too hard, because he still had endless cards!

Only his heart, filled with hatred, burning, unhindered, must kill man, there is only one person in his heart at this moment... it is a black light flashing, approaching Ningfan!

“Ningfan! So you're a former Baby Brother! So, it's not surprising that you killed the Son of Heaven!” The black corpse laughed furiously.

“... ”

Ning Fan, who came with support, still dressed the day, stood up in the air, did not talk to the black body at all, only swept his eyes across the ground, smiled at Suqiu and the scenery.

“Thank you... I'll take care of the rest, you stay away...”

This sound, flimsy, but powerful, is stronger than the scenery! This is a real meta-baby momentum!

But oddly enough, Ningfan showed the power of manipulation, by the extent of just half a step of Kindan.

The scene was slightly hesitant, but immediately, he walked away.

He remembered that God was an old man's gossip. He would rather kill him than burn the scene and make it easy. Before, he believed in half, and now, he believes in 90%!

Sochi looked over the sky at Ning Fan, raised his head and smiled brightly.

“The security of the country is in your hands... little man. ”

Soo Qiu seems to like to lean on old age. But the smile, indeed, is more delicate than the usual girl.

This smile, a Yuan Baby Master of a Rain Hall, is hard to ask for.

The two of them left.

In this ancient battlefield, only Ningfan and the Black Body remain.

Ningfan's gaze, faintly swept over the black corpse, has a consternation, and has a more than 90% chance of winning!

Black Knot Baby, merely mindfulness reached the early Yuan Baby period, did not give Ningfan Magic a substantial leap, but gave Ningfan, two great divinity!

The first is transient, and this black light is transient, so weird, it doesn't consume magic, it consumes mindfulness. Even so, the transient velocity of an ordinary Yuan Baby Brother has been reached. And Ningfan had the assumption that if he was wearing white clothes, also breaking through the Yuan infancy, mastering the magic of transient, black and white transient overlap, his transient speed, can far exceed that of a monk of the same grade!

Secondly, it is the art of ink distraction, the magic of the black body that bursts into tens of thousands of black swords.

This divine masterpiece is a principle with sword reading, but it is powerful, but it is enough to strike the early monks of Yuan Baby, and before that, it was a trick to destroy the Heavenly Son.

The reason for the annihilation of Heavenly Son is not only because Heavenly Son itself is only Golden Dan, but only because he was sent the magic of the early Yuan Baby, the boundaries are insufficient. At the same time, reflecting from the side, this ink shrink is tough!

Even, after understanding the Indra Divination, Ningfan's sword reading, if there is no black, makes the sword reading power, slightly improves.

Both kinds of magic, one strike at a time, are simply giving Ning Fan strength and a qualitative leap forward. The only regret is that Ningfan's power is too weak for a lasting war and must be resolved quickly.

This is also why black clothes did not hesitate to use the most powerful magic when faced with the Son of Heaven. The power is limited, so you must succeed with one sword!

A pack of storage bags, take out a bottle of bitter Dan, even though Nadan medicine is bitter, swallow more than a dozen, the remaining ten are in the mouth, do not rush to swallow.

At the speed of the refinery of Yin Yang's demon vein, he can fight and restore his powers, although after supplementing them, the powers are still the difference between heaven and earth at a distance from the black corpse.

But Ningfan has a 90% chance to kill this demon!

It's a confidence! An atmosphere where former baby monks travel through the heavens and the earth!

The power of the Immortal Emperor, after all, is only a power, among which Ningfan's own realm is less aware, and therefore less powerful... no power, no power, no power, only delusion. Fox Fake Tiger Wei, could it really hurt?

But the threat at this moment, although only Yuan Baby, is far worse than the messy ancient emperor, but this power is true, belongs to Ningfan, this killer is also Ningfan all the way to kill, obtained!

“Your Excellency is hereditary to the corpse demon vein, Ning is hereditary to the Yin Yang demon vein... so that you can die in peace.” Ningfan's eyes changed and his intentions rose to their peak.

Open mouth, nine dragons of black fire, sweep the heavens and the earth, black flames cover the sky!

“Yin Yang Demon Vein? Wait, this is a ground-vein demon fire, a real ground-vein demon fire!” The face of the black corpse changed dramatically, and he never expected, Ningfan in front of him, to possess such demonic fires.

Even at the height of his prosperity, his resistance to the earth fire was extremely difficult, not to mention the fact that at this moment he lost the magic vessel of Heavenly Son, and the corpse was seriously injured, and it would be extremely dangerous to resist the fire with his body!

“Now that you have this fire... my husband has planted it, leave Ningcheng and leave Vietnam!” In the eyes of the black corpse, for the first time, he is a little weak. At this moment, his situation is worse than that of others. Deeper hatred is also condoned. Let's seek revenge in the future.

But in response to the black corpse, it was just Ningfan, a cold voice.

“Dragon Whirlpool Fire, turn one, turn two, turn three, turn four! ”

Almost for a moment, that blackflame, turned into a giant flame vor swirl, dragging the black body into it.

This vortex force, extremely odd, the black corpse tried to escape with little force, but was surprised to find that its body could not escape the vortex force!

Whirlpool, reversible attack!

Whirlpool, lockable transient!

One word of the vortex implies a circle of reason, while the way of heaven is circle and the sun is circle! Everything is related to the circle, the power must be immense!

In the sinking vortex, the black corpse had to resist the fire with little force left, not in the flesh.

The Fire of the Dragon Spiral, though powerful, was only enough to hurt the middle and even late stages of Golden Dan, as if it were scratching his boots.

If the body wasn't afraid of the flames, he wouldn't even be able to resist the dark flames.

“I can resist this fire, but once the power is exhausted and no container is replenished, I will be seriously injured in the fire... today, it is good to escape!” In the flame, he slapped a storage bag, immediately, a pulsating, melting alchemy, ran out of the storage bag, and went straight to the flame sea, immediately swallowed by the flame sea, but eventually, quenched the power of the flame.

Hundreds of dead bodies were consumed, and the fourth spiral of dragon whirlpool was easily and effortlessly broken open a gap by the black body and immediately retreated.

And far away Ningfan, seeing this scene, gaze at it... do not let this demon go today, otherwise the demon's harsh personality will surely be rewarded!

“Turn five! ”

His face was slightly white and he forcibly triggered the fifth turn of the Dragon Spirit Fire... the fifth turn, even though his mind broke through the early days of the Yuan Baby, spread, still very reluctant, alone, more like a mud cow into the sea, rapidly depleted, a dozen into the abdominal dandrug, the pharmacokinetic force, and the power immediately depleted, there still appeared to be insufficient. And Ningfan immediately bites two bitter dans in the mouth, bitter taste, barely enough power to support the fifth spiral!

The fifth turn of the Dragon Whirlpool, the flame Whirlpool triggers a little force of heaven and earth, the flame multiplies several times, is the Yuan Baby Brother, who is suddenly caught in this Whirlpool, must also be injured!

The black corpse, which had almost escaped the flame, was immediately sucked back by the vortex, and the five spinning fires burned, and he immediately screamed.

“Ningfan! Don't make me! ”

“Well, I won't force you, I'll just kill you! ”

“Okay, let me show you, what a demise!” The black corpse gas trembled, a black bag trembled, of which, flying out of the nearly a thousand giant melting spirit flying corpses, into the flames, all exploding, even blowing up the fifth dragon spiral fire!

And then he stopped, completely flipped the black bag, nearly 6,000 pulse-breaking alchemists, 2,000 melting spirits, a hundred golden dans, all smelling rotten, flushing flames, and pouring on Ningfan!

Ning Fan's gaze changed, ten thousand dead bodies! In the name of the Black Corpse's 'extermination', it's true!

But what about all the corpses... instead of closing their eyes and then starting, the sword flashed in their eyes!

At this moment, the killing machine in his body is completely transformed into a ghost forest, a group of extinct ghosts!

“Extinction!”

He whispered a faint word, and a black-smelling sword spread across!

But those wrapped in sword-mindedness, vectors, and melting spirits repair, one by one, are strangled directly into meat and mud by sword.

And a hundred Golden Dane alchemists, 73 early Golden Dane alchemists, were cut off!

As for Jindan's mid- and late-stage alchemy, even if he did not die, he was still badly injured under sword reading.

The so-called corpse was broken by Ningfan's magic trick!

At this moment, the face of the black corpse changed dramatically, he never thought, this Ningfan, there is the rumored sword knowledge sword reading!

If he had known that, he would not have sent a refiner to siege Ningfan. At most, he would have dealt with Ningfan with Jindan middle and late refiners!

Sword reading, but the nightmare of a soul refiner and soul refiner!

“You have swords! You're not some fucking Yin Yang demon vein. You're a sword god vein. You're a sword man! Husband, fight with you! ”

The black corpse's eyes suddenly revealed the color of madness, as if it were a man of sword, with deep hatred. But this has nothing to do with Ning Fan!

Under the manipulation of the black corpse, the slightly injured twenty-seven Jindan late middle-aged alchemists flew in, roared strangely, and tried to blow themselves up one by one, with Ningfan in mind!

I prefer to fly away from a thousand feet in an instant, my eyes flashing a hint of ruthlessness.

The fifth turn of the Dragon Swirl is his limit, but trying to destroy the Black Corpse is not enough... so, there's only one fight!

He bit through the tip of his tongue and sprayed his sperm blood on the black magic flame in front of him, which immediately increased the number of flames, but there was still an infinite distance from the sixth turn of the swirl.

Once again, he was approached by the alchemist, preferring to splash open one by one, spraying three sperm blood, his face was pale, and the fire power still did not reach the power of the sixth turn.

“Not enough. Again! ”

An instant shift, pulling the distance again, this time, preferring to punch heavily on the chest, breath wildly weakened, while a mouthful of blood, like death, sprayed on the black magic flame.

Dragon swirl fire, fierce dance, turned into a giant flame dragon that stretches out a thousand times, and that giant swirl is the mouth of the dragon!

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of miles of land across the country, spiritual power seems to have been mobilized by this spell.

A monk, staring at the shadow of the illusory black dragon in the sky, was shocked.

In that shadow, a little more true dragon demonic power, gradually shaped, and in the moment of demonic power shaping, the Fire Dragon's eyes suddenly revealed indifference and contempt for the spirits of heaven!

The sixth turn of the Dragon Whirlpool allows magic to completely congeal a true dragon fiction! This level of technique can only be understood by almost Yuan Baby Peak Brothers, and the power of this technique is exercised by Ningfan, even if the realm is low, but seriously injuring the black corpse is more than enough!

“Crazy, this is... crazy! He wants to fight with me. Why? My husband and I hate each other!” The black corpse raised a slight chill. If it was an ordinary monk, seeing that the black corpse was not easy to deal with, he would definitely stop talking peacefully and be cautious.

But I'd rather not die with a black corpse!

The surrounding body was sucked into the dragon mouth by the flame. For a moment, the black body immediately felt that it was proud of itself and began to melt sharply.

This sixth swirling dragon fire can barely resist unless it is full of itself. At this moment, it is caught in the fire and must not die but be seriously injured.

“Death!”

Rather than swimming like silk, so much blood erupted, he was healed, too heavy, but everything was done to eliminate the black corpse!

Under its manipulation, the Black Fire Dragon opened its mouth and ejected countless black fireballs, which exploded outside a golden alchemy and turned into a flame vor whirlpool, each with no less power than the fifth spin of the Dragon Whirlpool Fire!

Almost one face, all the alchemists, turned into flying ash, while the black corpse in the middle of the dragon mouth, in the heart of the fire, raised a slight feeling of death.

The flame was enough to severely injure him, but it was not enough to put him out. But when Ningfan's eyes turned to himself, the black corpse's heart trembled.

“The Art of Ink Diversion! ”

Ning Fan frowned and realized that the sea was turned into a black sword shadow, rushing out of the heavens and spirits, and spinning in the long sky.

The sword's strength is like a black tide, it did not enter the black fire, in the fire sea, set off a rampage, as before against the heavenly son, ten thousand swords like the wind, involving the black corpse.

Shred, shredded, shredded!

Bite all the Dan pills, rather than pour all the magic and mindfulness into this blow.

If there is a vengeance, there must be a division between life and death... which the old devil taught him!

After a broken sword and a scattered whistle, Ningfan finally couldn't bear the power of spell reflexes, by the heat wave of spell, raw shot down the ground, severely smashed back, coughed up blood.

Countless fire shadows and swords scattered in the clear sky, revealing one of the hundred holes of scorched corpses...

This corpse, with no more rotting intent, was completely burned, and its black soul was completely burned into nothingness.

But even so, this corpse has not yet been destroyed. Is this the strength of the body near the edge of the demon?

If it was the real demon in his own furnace ring... how strong would it be?

It took him a long breath to get up and stare at the scorched corpse in the distance.

No joy of victory, some, just a little calm.

“Niehuang, I'm one step closer to you... one day, you'll end up with this corpse, one by one...” he whispered.

...

Rather, he was calm, for he had a mightier enemy, and he would never be complacent until he had slaughtered the Niehuang.

But Ningcheng's repair, after the just dramatic collision of spell, became suspicious.

A thousand miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the collision of magic was too intense, a rare war for thousands of years in Vietnam.

And for the outcome of this battle, they are most concerned...

Who won? Is it the Black Devil and Ningfan, or... the black corpse that destroyed the Seven Kingdoms?

In the tense gaze of the brothers, Suqiu and Jingyang set foot in the light and returned to Ningcheng.

The former is still a little surprising, while the latter, full of sighs, can be described as extremely complex.

The burning colour of the scenery made the brothers' hearts sink, and the nature of the abrupt steps burned, more directly asked.

“Ancestor, why don't you frown... before the Dark Devil loses to him? ”

“Defeat, cough, cough... see for yourselves..."

The landscape turned abruptly and looked at the distant, and all the monks, with their burning eyes, saw the distant sky, a young man in white and black, stepped on the light and slowly came.

The young man's power, seemingly extremely weak, brightens his light and is hidden somewhat unstable, but his gaze is calm as it was at first, and in his hands, a burnt black corpse is mentioned in reverse, as if he were preaching a trophy.

There's no need for any explanation. All the monks are so relaxed...

Black Corpse, destroyed! Undoubtedly!

But the young man in white is Ning Fan or Ning Blackdevil... you know, Ning Blackdevil and Ning Blackdevil, but they look exactly alike.

He looked at his ancestors with great resentment, and this expression appeared on a strong man, extremely odd.

“Ancestor, you really are too. If the Dark Master wins, you should be happy twice. Why do you have to look so sad and make me worry...”

“Happy... cough...” Jinghong should be happy, but he can't be happy. He was brutalized by the black corpse, but rather by Ningfan... who carried out a six-rotator fire comparable to the peak spell of infancy, burning the black corpse into a scorched corpse...

Jingyang knows, the Black Corpse Extinguisher, the Fanning Dark Demon, but the Ning Fan... there's no fucking Ning Dark Demon in the world.

So he exclaimed, more inevitable in his heart, somewhat uneven... that Ningfan, really an 18-year-old young man... was more willing to accept the burnout of the landscape than a centuries-old alchemist and former baby monk.

It's just complicated, I'm afraid there will only be one person, the other monks will cheer.

After Ningfan landed in Ningcheng, Nangong, which pursued a boat from the very Yin Gate Building, also took people back.

The Battle of Demonic Vietnam, that's it, and after Ningfan, I'm afraid he'll be on his way to Knightan.

The weak man, before he could rest for two moments, was immediately rushed into his arms by a paper crane and almost fell.

And he fell before him, but Sochi Fairy...

“Brother Fan, look what happened to Suqiu Fairy, how he fainted!” Paper cranes shouted.

“This is...”

I prefer to read to the coma of Suqiu, and my face is hard to see.

Suchi, it's poisoned. Though it's not very poisonous, Suchi is poisoned. Detoxification is troublesome...

He said rudely in secret, but caressed Soo Qiu's hands over his pair of legs.

“It was poison... this stubborn woman, poisoned.

Ning Fan shook his head gently, but there was a hint of admiration for Suqiu.

Being a woman, being so tough, not many... this woman, nice.