Grasping Evil

As soon as the Taoist child was clear, he came from Xuanwu Xing in the void. In that year, Ghost Sparrow Sect, he preferred to eat and refine the Divine Grass. An imprudent, enlightened spirit traveled a million miles, the Divination Line, penetrated the interface, and did not enter the void. If not for Xuanwu Xing, he feared that Ningfan had read about the breakdown and buried himself in the void...

The Taoist teacher with the charm is named North Glass...

This place is Yunhai, three tablets are required for the inscription, before the inscription, there are three steps to be taken.

The most disturbing thing is the black name. The old devil is so slippery. The names are all black. This black must have a special meaning!

“How can you distinguish between colors when you dare to ask Qing Daoyou, the name of the monument? ”

“Without hiding it, this colour is the luck of the brothers… ordinary brothers, chopping off gods, unable to see luck, engraved names, often the first five colours. If you have the means to be amazing, you can recognize the colour of luck, you can give the technique of 'condensation into pen’, condensation of ‘luck pen’, engraving the name of blue or even purple on the monument. Once the name is successfully engraved, this monastery's luck will be held by the monument. If it is purple, the success rate of this monk's shattered false immortal is at least 10% higher than that of ordinary people! ”

Ten percent! These odds, for every immortal in the universe, are terrible.

At first glance, you can recognize luck. If you condense the luck pen, you can at least engrave the blue name and raise luck to blue.

At the time of deification, it is blue luck, if the organic edge, step by step to increase luck to purple, not necessarily.

This man, who is expected to become a immortal, deserves a clear attention! Though it is a lower monk, once it flies up, I can't say, the two of them still have luck.

“What does black mean? ”

I prefer to laugh bitterly, purple luck, so against the sky, it is lamentable that my luck has been tainted... get away from waking up blood, the benefits are not small, the price is self-fouling luck.

Rumor has it that black luck is hopeless, but the old demon can become a fairy, why can't he himself!

“Black luck, alias‘ Cheng Xian Hopeless’... This luck, the holder needs to fix it against the sky, the fairy road is cramped, the luck is extremely poor, the heaven robbery is extremely strong, the chances of becoming a fairy are very low... The true demon reverse repair is considered to be difficult to become a fairy, and the black luck reverse repair can become a fairy, no one in a million... Don't say that the friend can't get this luck, even if he has the ability, I wouldn't recommend the Daoist to engrave the black name...”

A clean child, a good word to persuade each other. But unfortunately, the luck of Ningfan, besides black, can't really come in any other color.

Ning Fanfan's mind flew around, and the signs seemed to indicate that most of the demonization spoken in the hollow meant engraving the demon with a pen of luck.

Leaving awake the blood, luck is dark, life has changed, magic is destined...

The magic fortune cannot and does not need to be changed, so it should be considered in three steps.

“Three steps, three steps?” Ningfan asked.

“Oh, Taoist namesake luck, needs to be handled by Sister Bei Glass, I can't take charge. But if you chop up three steps, you can lead your friends to the road. These three steps are slightly more difficult for ordinary people, but for Taoists, it must have been easy… The first step is the 'Ten Step Bridge', 10 Steps One Fantasy, Junmo turns around, 100 Steps Bridge, to the old strange road. The bridge is rumored to have been built by Xianhuang Road. Those who cross the bridge have a lot to gain from the brotherhood. ”

“Ordinary monks can do fifteen steps a day and complete the bridge within seven days. And this bridge illusion, with seven as a ladder, on the first seven days, the illusion intensified, and the deity could not escape. On the fourteenth day, the purification of falsehood will also be bewitched. On the twenty-first day, all the broken voids are in danger... There was once a master of falsehood, who wanted to use this 10-step bridge to counteract the illusion of heart and hammer the state of mind. As a result, he stayed on the 10-step bridge for more than 21 days, and on the twenty-second day, it was difficult for him to walk out of the bridge, and eventually, he was devoured by the illusion... the death of the people...”

Introducing, leading Ningfan across the heavy cloud sea to a bridge of cloud fog.

There are monuments by the bridge called ‘Ten Steps', and there are abysses beneath the bridge, which are immeasurable. The bridge is obscured by purple fog, which can evolve into many illusions.

“Is this the Ten Step Bridge... Ten Steps and a Fantasy, Junmo turns back... is this to say goodbye to the old days...”

Ning Fan stood at the side of the bridge, suddenly shocked in his eyes.

The word "ten steps" is familiar with the handwriting… he, I recognize!

This handwriting, along with the handwriting "Death to the King", is almost the same!

“The Ten Step Bridge is an immortal who wrote an anonymous ancient scroll! ”

Ning Fan had to be surprised. According to the Taoist children, the 10-step bridge was erected by the Tai Gu Immortal Emperor. Therefore, if the bridge-builder is the same person as the unnamed ancient roll of the book, it is written by the Immortal Emperor.

Tai Ancient Immortal Emperor, this man is the master of the messy great emperor, is the lord of a billion world, the true talent of such a master, falls into his own hands...

“I don't know if I can buy a rainfield with the money I earn by selling those four words...”

Ningfan slowly put away the divine color.

“Please, Daoyou, climb the bridge and slay Fan!” Chiang Dao's voice was loud and the bridge was brimming with purple mist, and a humane path emerged for people to climb the bridge.

At this moment of spreading purple mist, I'd rather see it on time and climb the bridge one step at a time!

Standing on the cloud bridge, the purple fog healed, Ningfanton felt a huge immortality, overwhelmed himself, like countless mountains, carrying on his shoulders, making it difficult to move his footsteps half a step.

Immortal Emperor's Will! Under this pressure, immortals, or mortals, can feel nothing but inches!

Tried fruitlessly, preferred to close his eyes and not move forward.

The power of the late filamentation god, with blood, covers the whole body.

At the moment when the blood appeared, Fan Fan opened his eyes, freed himself from Xianwei and took the first step!

The face of a child in Qingdao has changed and is implicitly strange.

If he is not mistaken in his perception, this prefers not to be deified, but the pressure is already in the late stage of deification, not weak himself!

“The first step, often the most difficult step for a monk to take, the ordinary qualifier, trapped for a few hours or even a few days in this first step, is difficult to start, but like this, climbing the bridge does not exceed 10 interest points, then crosses the first step, four days of fairy world, billions of people can do it, not more than 100,000 people! I just don't know, after moving the first step, I can breathe a sigh of relief and walk a few steps...”

With a faint eye, he watched, preferring to cross a full nine steps in the blink of an eye.

Every step, force the great power into swords, use the sword to block Xianwei, these nine steps, ask yourself, only after you break through the later stages of God can you take steps!

“Nine steps into a sword, one breath into another. If this child completes the first ten steps of his breath, he summons the first illusion. In four days, out of the hundreds of millions of immortals, he can rank more than 10,000...”

Nine steps, has been the limit of Nine Steps in Nine Steps in Nine Steps in Nine Steps. After Nine Steps, the sword reached its peak, falling a thousand feet, heavy Xianwei, almost prevented Ningfan from breathing, let alone taking Step 10.

The words of Taoist children fell in Ningfan's ears, clearly a praise, but Ningfan felt stinging.

Even if you take the 10th step in one go, is it just the strength of 10,000 gods in four days... so much for Junjie, the demon heir and young man of the four days fairy world...

“10,000, not enough! I don't know how many more teachers got here... but definitely not, 10,000! ”

Blood-coloured Weiwei violently shocked, slightly dissipated the Purple Mist Immortal Weiwei, preferring to take the tenth step decisively.

Step 10 forced down, Xianwei shocked, he felt only a sweet throat and a few coughs of blood.

But this reverse blood, he will not cough, he will not swallow, once he coughs up blood, he will lose strength, then step 10 is his limit.

“This child has taken ten steps in one go! Ten steps by one illusion, here, this child will face the first dust illusion, the first illusion, often representing the first death of this child, but do not know how this first death revenge will be repaired...”

Ten paces, Ningfan front, Xu slowly emerged a black monk, seven people look indifferent, face young, but the voice is dull and old, the later stage of the melting spirit repaired.

Tianli leaves the elders of the Sect Gate to capture the paper crane into the Hehuanzong, Wu Dongnan who wants to harvest it as a furnace!

Ningfan himself killed the first man!

As soon as Taoist glanced at him, he lost his voice. “This child's first enemy is the late stage of melting spirit...”

He moves, not how tall he was at the end of the melting period, but as the first enemy, this cultivation is, indeed, not low.

A stronger monk also practises from Van Fu. The first person killed by a monk is usually a mortal, or a vein opener... The first enemy is a melting spirit. Otherwise, if it is not practiced until the melting spirit is cultivated before the killer kills, it is just at the time of the cultivation, the blade is pointed at the melting spirit...

“This illusion is easy to break, but I don't know if he can keep breathing, then take the eleventh step, if he can, he can be included in the top 9,000 of the four heavenly gods... But he shouldn't be able to do it, just step 10, he was extremely reluctant, almost coughed up blood...”

Ning Fan's eyes fell on Wu Dongnan, his eyes glistened with a hint of cold.

Then Wu Dongnan was clearly an illusion, but it was incredibly realistic.

Even in the face of Ning Fan, he was still blushing, putting on a harsh word.

“Ningfan, you dare to kill me, you dare to kill me! If the Lord of the Unholy Sect finds out, you will die! ”

Wu Dongnan's harsh words were put into general, and his mind became sober.

He only noticed that he seemed to have been dead for too long. In this time, Ningfan was no longer the first five generations to cut his own veins!

Ningfan in front of him, the momentum is too high to climb, it is like an impenetrable mountain, but because of the approaching divinity, the breath is barely revealed, making Wu Dongnan see Ningfan at first sight, still not aware of this strong.

But as the cold light rises in Ningfan's eyes, the pressure is unreserved!

Late pressure of the deity fell on Wu Dongnan's phantom purple fog, causing him to feel a creepy feeling in his heart.

“This, this is what fixes! Golden Dan? No, Vietnam Golden Dan, no one, has this pressure... is it true that the legendary Yuan Baby Period, yes, must be Yuan Baby Period! But how is that possible, rather than this ant, how can it be a meta-baby, that's impossible! ”

For Wu Dongnan, yuan infancy is the boundary of legend.

Only when Ningfan blood red power suppression, Wu Dongnan found that the other party only one pressure, let his purple mist body, collapse! Immortal veins, inches smashed! Know the sea, turn into nothing! It's like a lifetime of meditation, all under the pressure of Ningfan, extinction!

“This is the late power of the Kaizen God... Wu Dongnan, when you murdered the paper crane, this revenge is to cut off your life, I will not forget... death! ”

Upon a shock, Wu Dongnan's flesh collapsed, only one head fell on the bridge, incredibly looking to Ning Fan.

This illusion is called illusion, but there is truth in the illusion. This is the means of the Immortal Emperor. Truth is only in the middle of nowhere!

“Late Kaizen, Late Kaizen...” Wu Dongnan was terrified, this Kaizen word is countless times stronger than Yuan Bao, for him it is a legendary legend.

Step 11, Ningfan!

Under this step, his black hair grew long, windless and automatic, his white coat turned pure black, and his left face appeared with a tattoo.

Step and crush Wu Dongnan's head!

Spin and walk, lift and lift lightly, take the twelfth step, thirteen steps!

Ningfan Shuzhen to date, the two techniques of self-creation, the first is nine steps in the sky, the second is the Ink Flow Divination.

Step 11, not its end point, no!

The Taoist child is clear, his eyes are shocked. If he is not mistaken, the means of turning into black ink shadow is the art of shattering the phantom, the incarnation!

With the incarnation technique, Ningfan easily held to the nineteenth step and stepped one step to the twentieth step.

“Twenty steps in one breath, once this man has become a god, he is ranked in the top five thousand of the four heavenly gods, absolutely not difficult! The second illusion, in general, is the one the monks most want to kill but haven't killed... I don't know what this person's enemies will be cultivated into...”

As soon as the words were clear, the eyes shook.

In front of Ningfan, the purple fog was concentrated as a giant black armor, revealing an astonishing atmosphere of broken fifth place.

“Five broken voids, Nirvana Demon Veins! This child must be so good at killing! ”

In the face of giants, they prefer to be as small as ants.

It's just this ant body, but his eyes are frightened and he looks up at the giant.

“Hannethan! ”

“Bold! In the name of the Emperor, is that what you call a little ant? You wait, the centennial period will be here soon, your master will die, and you will not escape! Ancient demons, broken bones! ”

Black Armored Giant bites his finger in life and strangely drips blood without bleeding.

One little finger, a small mountain, the phalanx turns into black light, evolves 100,000 demon soldiers, a vicious and vicious man with the power of the Golden Dan Peak.

Hundred thousand demon soldiers, want to merge with each other, but Fanfan clasped, Yunhai daylight, are all held in their hands, turned into a brilliant gold gun.

“Ancient demons, broken bones into soldiers... 100,000 gold dans, a thousand yuan baby, a ten gods, a ten gods into one, can reach the peak of the gods... before your bone soldiers do not fit, this technique can be broken! ”

One stroke, the golden gun is like a ray of light, stabbed into 100,000 demon soldiers, turned into a sun shadow, blown up!

This is a Japanese rifle. For the first time, Ningfan condensed the body of the gun in front of him.

The power of this gun, 100,000 Golden Dan bone soldiers, is seriously wounded.

Under the sword, Mo Yin attacked, 100,000 bone soldiers, died!

“You fake Niehuang, get out of here! ”

Ningfan's eyes seemed to carry Tianwei, and one stared, the Black Armor giant burst into pieces.

In the illusion, there are false truths. If Wu Dongnan biases true, Niehuang does not die and naturally is false...

At first glance, the general god monk, if he encounters the second illusion as a master of shattering, it must be a bitter waiting day, a day later, the illusion dissipates, the purple mist abates, the king does not turn back, he can continue to move forward...

Who seriously kills phantoms with magic, shatters phantoms with one eye?

“Looks like I underestimated this child... This child definitely has the strength to walk the bridge of ten steps. In four days, the Immortal Realm, the Divine Divine Divinity, can be included within a thousand people... The reason is just a thousand people, or because this child is still underdeveloped, once this child enters the middle of the Divine Divine Divinity, it must be ranked 500. If we transform the later stages of God, we must enter the top 100. If we transform the peak of God, we must enter the top 50… I will never be wrong, this child, is a genius! ”

Twenty-one, twenty-two... thirty steps.

As long as this atmosphere persists, the purple fog illusion is an excellent nutrient for me.

Only two illusions were extinguished, and their own minds reached the beginning of the Divine Divinity.

Forty steps, fifty steps… ninety steps, an enemy of the past, friends of the past, appeared, finally, even Ning Fan's adoptive father Ning Daniu appeared at the time of Wu Guo, behind Ning Fan, sighed and called, but Ning Fan, never turned back. Ning Daniu, his adoptive father, though gracious, also has vengeance, it is difficult to tell the difference between grace and vengeance, but let him stay, not enough qualification.

At 99 steps, Fan settled his footsteps.

Ning Fan walked across the 10-step bridge with the help of his incarnation, but as he was about to take his first hundredth step, he paused slightly.

The next step, he hasn't stepped out yet, but the oil lifts up a warm, nostalgic feeling.

The Ten Step Bridge, this last step, will give rise to visions.

From the beginning to the end, there was no stopping, let alone turning back.

But when he took the first hundred steps, he pounded.

Hidden feeling, after taking this step, the purple mist behind him, turned into a woman, stretched out her arms with light yellow sleeves, gently behind herself, held her neck, breath slightly called,

“Son, my child... remember... your last name is Yun, don't hate Dad, he just forgot us... when he remembers you, he will come here as promised to take you home...”

At the moment this sound sounded, it seemed like a string was crumbling.

“This sound is familiar... Yes, Mother...”

After the first hundred steps, he could have left the Ten Step Bridge step by step and finished the first step.

But Ningfan, not leaving, turned around gently and turned back.

Outside the Ten Step Bridge, the Taoist child's face changed dramatically, be it a mortal, or a broken bridge, on the Ten Step Bridge, there is no turning back.

Once you turn around, you will be invaded by purple mist, enthralled by illusions, drowned in illusions, and finally swallowed by purple mist.

“Ning Daoyou, don't look back, don't! ”

Clear voice, finally late.

Only after turning around, his eyes did not have a slightly seductive and confused look.

He turned around, but there was no sinking fantasy… how could this be possible!

“Since ancient times, on the 10-step bridge, no one can turn around and not get lost... would this be the first?! How he did it! ”

…

On the ten-step bridge, Ningfan turned around gently and looked at the gentle woman with a gloomy look in front of her.

This woman, a light yellow shirt, looks like a 278, but makes Ning Fan look familiar.

In the Yunrao Wei dream, I met a woman in a yellow shirt, similar to this woman's face, the only difference is that the daughter in front of her has become a mother.

“Son, my child...” The woman caressed Ningfan's head with kindness and comfort.

And Ningfan slowly closed his eyes and smiled.

“Is this my preferred mother's kiss...”

No father, no mother, made Ningfan strong since childhood, but there was always a handicap in his heart.

That lacking tenderness was compensated by the brother Ning Lonely, the teacher honored the demon, and his wife Paper Crane, but making up was ultimately making up for it. If he had not experienced the Father's strict mother's mercy, he would not be able to speak of decapitation.

“Mother, are you still alive... so good, does this mean that one day I will see my parents...”

Rather than using any force, the yellow shirt woman herself broke into purple mist.

This illusion, like Niehuang, favours falsehood, the reason must be because the mother and father are still alive, living somewhere...

“I used to hate monasticism, but if I didn't, I would never be able to climb the clouds, step on a 10-step bridge, discover the fact that my mother was alive...”

“So, the monastery is right, so I should chop off... the word chop off not the heart, but the fragile heart of the common man... to repair, not the magic, but a powerful heart. ”

“On the 10-step bridge, if you don't turn back, you will lose a struggle. If you turn back, but don't cut off your tiny self, you will sink into the illusion, the tablet purple fog swallowed... I turn back, but not the purple fog swallowed, because my heart, there is no confusion. At the moment I heard this voice, I decided resolutely, to look back, my mother's face...”

“Slash the word, the world, misunderstood! ”

Ningfan turned around and stepped out of the ten-step bridge.

He fell into the eyes of the Taoist child, turning into a wave of shock and terror.

Bravo!

It is a mortal discourse that has never been approached and will never be approached again.

For the world is not aware that chopping everything is about chopping off dust, but that mortal word refers to itself...

“Congratulations, Brother Ning, on your first step! I dare to assert that if Brother Ning was born in four days, I am afraid that he will have more talent than his shoulders. There will be no more than 10 of them! Even if he was born in the lower realm, but with the strength of Brother Ning's heart, he is not lost in all dust. This decision, flying for four days, is also a matter of sooner or later. One day, he will wait for Brother Ning's flying day. On that day, he will not be far away! ”

“You're welcome... please take Ning with you and go straight to Choufan Step 2! ”

The two have not yet moved, but in the clouds, there is a purple sword light, full of glass shadows, flies in a faint and dusty way.

Above the Glass Sword Shadow, a purple Qian shadow, a small coat shirt, soft shoes aroma, eyes to Ningfan, colorful connections.

“What a theory... Beiru asked himself a lot of Junjie Wang Sun, but it's the first time he can turn around on the Ten Step Bridge like a son...”

A purple cigarette, approaching from afar, appeared with a sword, but was a beautiful purple coat nun.

Light lips, lotus steps gently, incense wind array.

The eyes are clear and it doesn't take much to say to make people feel independent.

On the forehead, there are two purple stars. Between the eyebrows, the sparse resemblance to the northern barbarity...

“Seiyuan Palace North Glass, meet the son...”

The purple coat women do not bow to the gift, but instead take a refreshing pink punch.

The half-step cultivation is such that between the steps, there is the force of the silk void. This woman is not far from breaking through the emptiness...

I'd rather hold my fist and pay my respects, but my heart flashed.

This woman is from the Heritage Palace. Her last name is North. Is she the sister of North Little Barbarian?

Bei Xiaobin is the Fourth Miss of the Heritage Palace, this is Kitai Glass, and the other Miss...

Without him, Yuan Yaoyu could not be traced into the storage bag. If this woman is really a small northern barbarian sister, if she sees Yuan Yaoyu, she will probably have trouble herself.

And if this courteous woman is really a small northern barbarian sister, then it is strange that Ningfan is also a sister. How can one be so barbaric and one so knowledgeable?

“Chop up the second step, ask for the 'ring bell', ring the circle bell, clear the mind of Sifan... ordinary monks to ring the god, at most 3 times to ring the bell, when the northern glazed god, a total of 11 times to ring... I don't know how many times the son can ring...”

The Northern Glass is brilliant and not in any way despicable because of the inferior identity of the lower monks of Ningfan.

In her view, the more the monk begins at the end of the line, the more charming it is...

Ningfan secretly pushes for theft...

This woman is the North Little Barbarian Sister, Heritage Palace, Third Miss, ‘Purple Green Sword’ North Glass!

Ten blocks softer than the North, at least!