Grasping Evil

Vietnam, away from the mountains, it rains slightly today.

Rainfall, the more rain the country rains, was nothing short of ordinary.

Two years ago, Hehuanzong was built here, but this one was destroyed overnight by the Vietnamese ‘drug honor' of the Korean Yuan Chi!

This is the land of the old demon's unlucky death and the place where the old demon meets Ningfan.

This is where Ningfan made up for the demon, and where he first met Paper Crane.

It's the beginning, it's the end.

The self-rejoicing sect was destroyed. There were only ruins left here, and the spiritual veins at the bottom of the mountain were broken. No spiritual energy existed, and no monks built the sect again. Nowadays, only the husbands occasionally climb the mountains, chopping wood, and occasionally mountain rumors are heard in the mountains.

In the rain, a young man in white and black stood at the top of the mountain, listening to songs and eyes closed.

In my mind, a scene of memories spins.

On the circumference, the rainy spot had not yet wet the robe, so it strangely deviated from the trajectory and did not fall on the young man.

The magic that keeps the rain out of its trajectory, named, Rain God!

“I'm here to deviate from my destiny, so I'm not me anymore. Rainwater is off track, but it's still raining... not as good as rain, too good to change...”

The young man opened his eyes and his eyes flashed with a glimmer of divine intent.

The old devil is gone, alone is gone, the seven plums are cold... there is rain in the rain, and it is cold to hate the mountains.

Once the old demon leaves, a hundred years later, Niehuang may not threaten himself. If he finds a place to hide, he will avoid confrontation with Niehuang.

Hundreds of years broken, hard... hundreds of years victory over Niehuang, hard... to escape, why not escape...

Why not run, why persevere, why work so hard to improve...

The devil, what exactly... the monastery, and why?

If the heart of Fan, the demon of the heart, does not befall him, he will not be able to form a knot for the rest of his life, and he will be afflicted with it for the rest of his life.

“Perhaps, listening to the words of the master, giving up a hundred years of empty talk ideals, giving up fighting with the Niehuang, peace and stability, a thousand years of broken, more secure...”

“But Hannethan, he hurt his master! That's not even a revenge! ”

For a moment, Ningfan Heart Demon was raw and pressed, while Ningfan opened his eyes, the whole rainwater from the mountain hated, suddenly was given a strange divine rhyme, the raw stopped in the middle of the sky, no fall, no movement, like a suspension, the world seemed to be still!

Keep the rain from falling, because the young man's god of rain has given him a hint of meaning - against the sky!

This rebellion, which causes the rain to hang, this rebellion, which causes the demon of the heart to be raw and pressed down. This rebellion is used by the youth as a fundamental tool for the demon of heartbreaking!

“It's not enough... if I can make this sky rain, pour the sky, rebel will, be enough, then, even if I don't behave, I can, demon! ”

The young man took in all his looks and finally took a look at the ruins of joy. After a moment of silence, he moved one step at a time and disappeared into the slightest rain.

If he walks away, the cause and effect of joy will be broken.

And the strange scene of the rainstorm just now has already shocked several woodcutters in the mountains.

“Oh, my God, this rain just stopped coming out of nowhere... it's... it's a hell of a day, this place is evil, it's better to go home soon...”

...

A day later, the rain stopped and the sky revealed a rainbow.

On the ruins of the heavenly separation sect, a young man in white black flashed, appeared empty and did not attract anyone's attention.

The heavens are falling apart, the sects are destroyed, but there are still a lot of half-destructed Dan medicine and Pharaoh in the ruins, leading a lot of brothers, this ruins to set up a camp and find treasure in the ruins.

There are also a number of bandits, hidden in this place, once it is discovered which monk has taken what good treasure from the ruins, it is highly likely to take treasure from the monk.

Fan appeared on the rubble, and thought for a thousand miles, for all that had happened, suddenly.

Looking at the ruins, he closed his eyes slightly, and he came here not for treasure hunting, but for the rest of his heart.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and above the sky, a rainfall was born.

Spin, light rain like Su, that little rain, seemed to be induced by the mind of Ning Fan.

And those who prefer to speak to themselves,

“The Rain God of the Son of Sparrows has planted three thoughts, the first for killing, the second for war, the third for rebellion. These three thoughts blend in to gain their own divine meaning. I have rebellion, and although it is not enough, I will be able to understand it thoroughly in the future. Killing intent, I too, on this day out of the ruins, my killing intent, unbearable! ”

Ning Fan's mind, recalling the damage suffered by Ning Lonely in heaven, recalling the bitterness of Ning Lonely's lifelong inability to repair. His heart, wrapped in indifferent killings, is rising!

A few pulsating masters beside them, apparently unaware, were terrified of the youth.

They have been looking for treasure here for many days, but they have found nothing but broken copper and rotten iron. Naturally, they are irritable in their hearts.

They are not interested in Ningfan, nor even in the rain that falls in the air.

But they were interested in Ningfan's baby, and all of a sudden they were very interested!

“Pin Fabo?! Or the golden spirit costume?! Or triple transferrin?! How did this compass flash so hard! ”

Among several people, a mouse beard man, holding a treasure hunting compass, looked at Ningfan and his eyes were hot.

They seek treasure here, naturally scattered, and several of them occasionally engage in banditry.

Tianli ruins, has been searched by many monks, of which Fabao, has been scarce, but Ningfan in front of him, seems to be a fat sheep, I don't know how many babies with him, can make the treasure hunting compass, so violently shaken.

Some eyeshoe men, from the hair room and wrist of Ningfan, saw green ribbon, ancient animal wrist protection, each is a golden spirit costume, worth a lot.

Ningfan, it's a fat sheep! And it looks like this fat sheep is too young to be repaired.

If they do not see Ning Fan Hui, they treat Ning Fan as a low prince.

I don't know which son went to the heavens to watch the flowers and rain. I really don't know if there are many scattered cultivators and cultivators here, they are all dead people!

“Kill...”

The mouse man whispered an order to the man on the seventh floor of a bypass vein, and the man immediately smiled and rubbed his hands against Ningfan.

Killing Ningfan, in the eyes of the Han, is harder than pinching an ant.

But the closer he got to Ningfan, the more he discovered that a slight sense of crisis stared at by the beast, rising to his mind, gradually slowed his footsteps.

And walking beyond Ningfan ten fathers, a murderous intent resembling a wild beast, let his breath and blood surge, and he was shocked to discover that he was harder to get near Ningfan half!

At this moment, the big man is even more stupid, and it can be seen that Ningfan is not a son, a fat sheep, but a hidden master!

And the mouse bearer was white, and when he saw his eyes move, he shouted,

“Guys, run! ”

At this moment, Ningfan opened his eyes, and a drop of rain suddenly became as sharp as a sword!

“Late!” Ningfan's eyes were cold, and in the rain curtain, rats and men were directly drizzled by rain into a sieve, and blood splashed into the hills!

Killing these vein breakouts, preferring to use no magic at all, simply in the divine will of rain, blends the intent of killing... and that unharmable intent of killing, becomes a weapon and kills these breakouts.

Not enough... the killing in God's heart, compared to the sparrow god's son, is simply a difference between heaven and earth... but Ningfan, indeed in the divine will of rain, is integrated into the second state of mind.

Reverse versus the third scenario of killing a freckle god, is the will to fight, but unlike a freckle god, he fixes demons, not to dominate one side. He didn't raise his strength, he didn't fight for blood.

In essence, maybe he's like Ning Lon, like a paper crane, doesn't like killing... just he doesn't have a choice.

Above the ruins, other scattering realizes the shock here, and immediately someone recognizes Ningfan's appearance.

“Ghosts... ghost sparrows! Even an old purple demon can kill a fierce man! Why do these people come to the heavens from the ruins to seek treasure? ”

Without answering the questions of these people, Fan simply flashed and turned into an ice rainbow.

“Hehuanzong, there is the opposite. God forsake, there's killing. And Mount Cold Moon, there are... showcases and loneliness. I once got Hu Feng Shu Dan and promised him a beard guardian... after Hu family, in Vietnam, there should be no more cause and effect...”

The light of Fan Fan faded away from the rain, and the rain stopped.

A monk was relieved only after Ningfan left.

And whoever has the heart, he wonders, what kind of magic is it that prefers to kill several scattered horrors with rain just now?

It's just that in their low realm, I'm afraid for the rest of my life, I can't understand.

The only conclusion that can be drawn... is that Ghost Sparrow is a terrible master.

...

West Vietnam's Cold Moon Mountain was famous for its cold springs. The West Vietnamese Hujia, once thrived by the Ancestral Hu Feng.

But since the arrival of Wang Yao, Hu Jia Elite died, and Ancestor even more tragically died under his clothes. Hu Jia went down and Moon Springs water was also taken away by a powerful figure.

Whoever took the Moon Springs, Brother Hu did not say anything to the outside world, but whoever had the heart still discovered that the matter had to do with the grandeur of the ghost bird.

But who wouldn't be able to open his eyes in Vietnam today, for a Spirit Springs, with Ningfan?

With the fall of the Hu family, less attention was paid to the Hu family. In the past, some Hujin people close to the Hu family were mostly disconnected from the Hu family, and even more so, many enemies sought provocation to come to the door.

Even the traditional purple light sect peeked at the Hu family, even demanded that the Hu family be merged into the purple light sect!

Without him, the Battle of Magic Vietnam, Ziguang Zong suffered a lot of losses, and the main gate was severely injured. Today, it is really necessary to annexe some minor cultivators to supplement their strength.

Within the Hu family palace, there is a lot of discussion at the Hu family senior level about Ziguang Zong.

“Purple Light Sect, how can you be so deceiving?! Master, why don't we ask for your help?” Hu Jia, an early elder of the melting spirit, persuaded him.

“I'd rather not bother him about this matter. He promised to defend the Hu family three times, if only for these small things, please move him..." The young man in black Hu Ming, who had become the owner of the Hu family, advised the elder, helplessly shook his head.

Hu Jia, all forbidden by Ningfan... don't know about Ningfan's personality, Hu Ming, so it's best not to upset Ningfan. If Ning Fan refuses to help, turns his anger upside down, provokes the suspension and destroys all the monks of the Hu family, the last blood of the Hu family will be cut off...

If you don't ask for help, you don't ask for help... just think of something else.

But at this time, from the distant cold moon mountain, a faint voice, caught in the minds, suddenly sounded in the palace.

“Don't worry, Ning won't regret anything he promised. This time, I'll give you a shot at Hu family. Hu Ming, meet me at Cold Moon Mountain. ”

...

At the top of the cold moon, Ningfan stood in front of a graveyard without a tablet and shut his eyes.

Hu Fengzi, for the survival of the clan, the soul flies away and never returns, in exchange for three strikes by Ningfan...

Is it worth it?

His body, gradually raised a hint of rain. On the mountain of the cold moon, there seems to be a path with a beard, which, like the path of Ningfan, darkens.

Is it worth it?

Fixing demons all the way, trapped in love, tired of gratitude, forced by vengeance... everything, worth it?

Little leaching rain, sprinkling the cold moon mountains.

In the rain, there was a glimmer of emotion.

“I walked all the way here, and for what, is it worth... this rain, this silence, what good does it get, and is it worth it? ”