Grasping Evil

Yi Qing continued to guard the three monuments, turning from the northern glass collar Ningfan to the second step of Chopping Fan.

Traveling through the clouds and the fog, North Glass asked Ningfan some trivial things from time to time, trying to touch Ningfan.

So talented, as the Third Miss of the Heritage Palace, she naturally wants the cage.

Just in the face of the North Glass question, Ningfan has always responded indifferently, few words replied, reluctant to talk in depth. Even when North Glass asked about the Rain World Heritage Palace, Ningfan made a more vague expression, as if he did not know North Little Barbarian at all.

Ning Fan's eyes, always calm as water, deep as a shadow, his eyes did not look more at the northern glass, even though the good look of the northern glass, the brilliant shadow is enough to attract any man's attention.

The northern glassy waves spin, and the dark surprises are strange.

From the beginning to the end, Ningfan was not shaken in half by his own beauty, enough to see that this person's heart is strong and far beyond ordinary.

He is half-stepped, but can't see through the details of this person, enough to see the depth and hiding of his city capital. This child is repaired without hiding, hiding must be amazing means...

“I can't believe that there is such a person in the lower realm... Prince Ning is from the rainfall realm, shouldn't he be silent in this realm... why doesn't the little barbarian sister solicit this person? ”

Beiguan was confused. If Beibei Xiaobao represented the Palace of the Hereafter and solicited Ningfan, he should have been given a 'spot’, which he could see.

“Prince Ning, have you been solicited by the ‘witches’ of Dongtian? Little barbarian sister does not like to cultivate, cultivate the right vein, it is also difficult to ‘chop the red dragon’, just in time of the robbery, so instead of 'Sister Poetry' and ‘Sister Chill’, half-step the cultivation of God with little barbarian sister, it is true that it is not the opponent of the broken nine-fold witch... However, in Prince Ning's body, there does not seem to be a place in the Divine Imperial Palace...”

North Glass is even more confused.

Who can turn back on the Ten Step Bridge is not seen by any forces. Why is that?

Northglass naturally did not know, when the little witch knew Ningfan, Ningfan only melted, and the Yin and Yang demonic veins did not show amazing qualities. At that time, Ningfan, only by measuring the eyes of the Vain Days, let the little witch look slightly, but that is all. At that time, Ningfan, who had just been repaired, would have been ridiculous if he had been awarded a place in the Nine Realms.

The northern glass is even more unknown. It is not possible to solicit Ningfan by nature. She could not help but tie Ningfan to the tree with a rope and whip him with the skin! She doesn't want to solicit Ningfan, and she has already been "anti-solicited" by Ningfan... Yuan Yaoyu has been taken, Bei Xiaobao himself half a step into Ningfan Palace, the innocence is worrying...

All this, I'd rather not be foolish enough to tell North Glass that White is causing trouble for himself.

On the other shore of the Yunhai, in the fog, stands a golden bell, as if it were huge as heaven and earth.

Looking at the clock from a distance, Ningfan felt a paved Xianwei, which prevented him from flying. He could only walk like a pilgrimage one step at a time towards a giant clock.

“Son, look, this Golden Bell is the turn of the clock... It is also founded by the Immortal Emperor. Before the rumor is too ancient, every 129600 years, there is a chance to 'listen', the Immortal will ring the turn of the clock, awaken the Immortal Emperor, Deng Lotus, wait for the coming of the Immortal Emperor Yuan God, preach for the billion world...”

“Another Immortal King...”

Ningfan walked closer to Jin Zhong, his eyes shocked again.

He rarely moves like that.

He finds that this giant clock, which stands in heaven and earth and holds the wheel of power, is, in fact, too similar to the Dong Xuan clock...

It's just different, similar in appearance, but if you put it together, the Dongzheng clock is too small, and it's just the finest treasure, the ancient demon sacrifice, the vessel that inherited certain art.

And the giant clock in front of you gives you an intuitive feeling that the weight has reached an appalling point. This giant clock is heavier than all four days of immortality and no one can move it… so it can still sleep and no master can take it away.

After engraving the Book of Demons, Ningfan had remembered the technique of the rising power of the Dongzheng bell.

He finds that when he runs the art of uplifting his powers, Hidden and this giant clock have an extra wonderful sensation, and can even absorb a hint of immortality, slowly uplifting his powers.

“This clock is founded by the Immortal Emperor... the Dong Xuan clock is inherited by the demon ancestors... The Immortal Emperor repairs purple qi, the demon ancestors are golden light, the two should not be the same person, but the two clocks are so similar, I fear they are between two people, the relationship is great, there is some kind of friendship inside...”

Too ancient history has long been emptied, and Ningfan can only judge a tiny message by two Golden Bells.

His gaze fluctuated for a moment, caught by the northern glass, his cool face and a slight smile.

“Do you think this clock is familiar? But have you heard of another Golden Bell, similar to this one? ”

“Not...”

Ningfan would not tell Dongzheng.

“Don't you have to deny, Dongtian Town Heaven treasure, isn't it just a gold bell? I think the son must have heard a lot about it in the lower realm... Dongtian Jou Emperor relic, just ringing the giant bell, got not the sound of the revolution, but the sound of the slaughter, the world's assessment of that 'town heaven bell’, only four words... the bell rings, the realm is extinguished...”

“Zhen Tian Zhong...” I would rather not change my face, but remember the words of North Glass.

In front of the bell, three lengths, North Glass stops Lotus Step and can no longer get close to the clock half step.

Pointing his finger to the jade shelf beside him, he held a gold hammer and three lengths long.

“The clock of the turn has the power of the Immortal Emperor, besides the person of the Immortal Cheng, he is a master of broken voids, and cannot get close to the three lengths of the giant clock… Therefore, there is a gold hammer, a hammer to ring the clock, a bell to ring the tone, a sound to wash everything in the heart, complete the second step of chopping fan. As North Glass has said before, the archbishop who often breaks through the Divine Divine Divinity can only ring the bell three times at most, while North Glass has been ringing 11 times... the son rings the bell, if it is less than 11 times, North Glass will make fun of you...”

The northern glassy waves flowed, and she was naturally joking, not malicious.

Because of her invisibility, Ningfan would not just ring 11 times.

And she didn't want to see how deeply hidden this cultivation was to be far less than her own youth.

“Please, son, ring back! ”

North Glass Pink Fist hugged, slowly retreated, leaving the venue to Ning Fan.

Without ringing the bell immediately, Ningfan looked at the Golden Bell faintly and raised a slight confusion in his eyes.

“Turn the clock... this clock has a power I do not understand... the means of the Immortal Emperor, if I do not know, is this the master who stands on top of all the true Immortals, the Master is not weak, the Ancient Immortal Emperor is not weak, but if it is placed in front of the Immortal Emperor, then everything is nothing but emptiness... I can ring this clock a few times...”

Blow your sleeves, the hammer is in your hand!

The confusion in Ningfan's eyes gradually dissipated and became tenacious.

Immortal Emperor, an ancient teacher!

Ancient, half my own teacher!

“I ring the bell today, not for Chop Fan! With this bell alone, remember too ancient! And he's the day I'm gonna stand on top of the fairies! ”

Boom!

Golden hammer down, giant clock flickering, emitting a purple golden sound wave like substance.

The sound wave is like an aperture, and when it hits, the aperture widens until it lasts a thousand miles.

In the presence of the aperture, Ning Fan glanced at him and found that this purple gold bell raised his mood by a point!

This subtle clock makes Ning Fan incomprehensible and therefore more respectful of the Immortal Emperor's means.

That admiration, moreover, turned into a slightly more aggressive fighting spirit, determined to embark on the path of ancient and immortal emperors, sweeping the heavens and the earth!

“Second sound! The third, the fourth!” He sank, swinging the hammer!

Knock, knock! Boom!

Three bells, like one, become a brighter purple gold aperture, stretching out 4,000 miles!

With one more ring, the bell can be heard farther and farther until it is heard by the former Immortal King!

But a billion years later, when the Immortal Emperor, no longer existed, the Immortal Emperor, who heard about it, also turned into dust, only to bequeath the Devil...

In the heart of Ningfan, a little mulberry rises, and in this mulberry, there is a circle of sincerity!

Boom!

He rang the fifth bell, sending out 5,000 miles!

All in one breath!

North Glass eyes move, she never heard, who rings the bell, is five hammers in a row!

And her gaze, even more incredible, looked at Ningfan's back!

Ningfan back shadow, gradually mulberry, ancient, in every bell, change the breath, as if it merged with the bell!

Bright and thin, but this shadow gives North Glass a feeling of only looking up.

As if standing in front of her, she is no longer Ning Fan, but becomes... the Immortal King!

Five voices, but Ningfan, still not stopped!

Five knocks in a row is his limit, but after a short pause, according to his estimation, knocking 11 is not difficult, 14 is reluctant, 19 is the limit...

Five bells, clear mind, at least five hundred years to improve the state of mind to cultivate!

Ringing the clock is a great way not only to chop off fans, but also to honor the ancient and immortal emperor, but also to improve the mood!

“Imperial Shadow, now! ”

Behind Ning Fan, Xu slowly emerged a golden fiction. At this moment, Ning Fan's momentum soared, and his eyes rose a king's power, knocking out a sixth time!

Boom!

The sound, still unceasing, was almost instantaneous, with five more bells ringing almost simultaneously!

11 times! I'd rather be cheerful and ring 11 bells!

Just the twelfth, he didn't knock it down again. At this moment, the mind breaks through the middle of God!

At this moment, he suddenly saw an ancient image from the clock...

That image, it was a turn, but it flashed away...

In that image, he glanced at a woman, blurred, like a paper crane.

Before the woman disappeared, Ningfan's left eye purple star flashed and his eyes soared. He saw the woman's face, but not the paper crane, but... Mu Xiaoliang!

Sitting on blue stone, embroidered in the Emperor's pharmacy that day.

Embroidering, but yes, a pair of double-wing butterflies...

By her side, a butterfly shadow, dancing...

The image disappeared, but Fan looked at it with a glance.

“That picture, what is it!” It was obviously a paper crane. Why did it end up so cool? "

…

In the clouds and seas, there are three steps, and heavenly tablets. This sea of clouds is the magic interface of the master tablet Immortal Emperor, for the small thousand world.

This realm is connected to the void realm. In the void realm, on Xuanwu Xing, a bald, white frown slightly fat old man, with serious eyes, preaches for Xuanwu Xing Brothers.

His eyes slightly dissatisfied, because one of his heaviest disciples, just received no summons, did not return to his teacher, and ran directly to Yunhai with a sword...

It should be noted that he left today to preach for Xuanwu Xing, mainly to give the disciple how to break through the bottleneck of refining.

“Glass, you are so angry to die as a teacher... failing to pass the sermon for the teacher...”

Bei Gui, is not only the Third Lady of the Heritage Palace, but also the Monument Immortal Emperor DreamXuan, the most valued disciple.

Mengxuanzi's face was ugly, but after hearing a clear explanation from the guard monument, he said that there was a monk in the lower realm who saw luck, so he invited North Glass to guide this human god to ascend.

Knowing this news, Mengxuanzi feels better. If there is such a reason, then North Glass can go to Yunhai for a reason.

The face succumbed to peace and preached to the group.

But at one moment, Mengxuanzi opened his eyes and flashed a little surprise.

“Step two? Someone saw the turn before the turn of the clock?! ”

“No, no, it's just an accidental hit. What this person sees should be a remnant of the round...”

“But the smell of this person seems familiar, where have you seen it...”

Mengxuanzi's eyes were a little confused.

He has not yet remembered that there was a lower realm of melting spirit, coincidence, cognitive line, accidental breach of the void realm... and Mengxuanzi helped save this man.

However, I still can't remember… there are too many things about the Immortal Emperor, every sermon has to face millions of strange faces, remember everyone, afraid of some difficulty.

“Husband, you should have met this person, and this person should make a good impression on the husband, otherwise the husband would not have taken note of this personality... but where?” Mengxuanzi hesitated.