Grasping Evil

North glass hands, gently rubbing chest, clear cold eyes, first appearance of color.

Eleven bells!

Just one breath and you can bang... 11 times!

Beiruben predicted that, with Ningfan Dao's heart strong, I feared that I would fight my life and be able to knock 19 times...

But she did not expect that Ningfan understood the Emperor Shadow God of the Three Kings, and with the power of the Emperor, went to fight the bells.

Without any preparation, the following bells disrupted the breath, the northern glass calmed slightly, the breathing power gradually calmed the breath, but the souffle chest, still slightly ups and downs.

“Without thoroughly transforming God, he condensed the Imperial Shadow, and before that, on the Ten Step Bridge, this man even released the incarnation technique... the three techniques of broken voids, he has understood two... what a monster...”

Ning Fan, not knowing, did something for himself, left a lot of fondness for this northern little barbarian third sister.

He doesn't care. All he cares about is the glittering residue in the clock in front of him.

“What exactly is that mutilated statue...”

“It's a turn!” In the Yin and Yang locks, the sound of Lo Ying's tiredness comes out.

“Round?” I prefer a slight slander in my heart, "Miss Luo Yi, you are always awake when I need you. ”

“Yes, I wanted to sleep a little longer, but your bell is a little disturbing... I really miss it when you turn the bell, my sister can't remember. It was many years ago when I sang this bell when I turned the god... Sleep, once I fell asleep, I was forgotten by the years...”

Luo Yi's voice, slightly saddened for a moment, immediately recovered his spirit.

“Good brother, are you going to melt the gods already... One breath rings 11 bells, it's amazing, sister, I only struck 10 times in one breath...”

“Ten?” Ning Fan was surprised, so to speak, even if he summoned the Imperial Phantom and borrowed the Emperor's power, he was only slightly stronger than Luo Yi.

“But even my sister, who eventually rang the bell 24 times, never saw the turn... the turn bell, which hid the power of the Immortal Emperor's turn, but it's just a legend, because nobody can use this bell, you can see the turn, even if it's just a fragment, it's horrible, of course, maybe someone saw the turn as well, but not the voice, so that my sister doesn't know... do you want to, see the turn clearly? ”

“And you know how?” I'd rather laugh than laugh. This Luo Yi can always be of some use at a critical time.

“I know some things, I heard that it's true, I don't know. After all, I can't walk within the three lengths of the clock...”

“Tell me how, I want to see clearly, the woman...”

“Throw down the hammer, step in front of the giant clock, punch the clock, and ring the heavenly number… 108! Of course, it's just a legend, no one has tried it, but you should try it, sister, watch over you... I'm sleepy again...”

Looks like the windows are closed and the bed curtains are down. Luo Yi seems to be asleep again.

Ning Fan was silent, looked back at the clock, closed his eyes, and remembered the woman before him.

Clearly it was a paper crane, but eventually it turned into a slightly cooler... what does that mean...

“Paper cranes...”

Shengwei's technique, run. Ning Fan opened his eyes and threw down the hammer!

North Glass doesn't understand. Why does this Ning boy ring 11 bells at the right end, then stop ringing the bell, and throw the gold hammer upside down to end the second step of chopping Fan with 11 grades?

However, Son Ning has sounded 11 times, his mood has risen to the middle of the conversion, so it seems to be enough.

It's just a glimpse of disappointment in North Glass, and she can't hide it… After all, she would have expected that Fan could have struck 49 bells, surpassing the ‘First Man of the North Heavenly God' under those 48, and become a North Heaven legend.

This disappointment, just rising for a moment, became incredible.

Because North Glass saw, Ningfan step by step, into the three lengths of the circle!

“Except for the true fairy, who is reliable near the clock... he, how to do it! ”

Apart from the three brothers, Ningfan seems to carry a mountain of Xianwei on his shoulder.

Within the three lengths, just one step, that feeling, like a mountain, increased into two.

“Shengwei! ”

Blood mangled around him, preferring to raise the pressure swirl around him, his eyes were harsh, and he ate the silk immortality with the magical magic of the word.

This step, he did not take the second step, but the pressure continued to rise.

Later in the conversion of the gods, gradually breaking through the peak, reaching a half-step refinement void.

It seems to be confined to the realm. In any case, Fanwei's pressure will temporarily not solve the emptiness.

But as he swallowed Xianwei, his momentum became more and more... the smell of immortality!

There is no more power, but a gradual qualitative change.

That smell of immortality, did not enter Ningfan's body, in his Yuan Baby, left a hint of purple.

At this moment of purple rising, he suddenly realized that his luck, with the momentum, was changing!

The ink green luck, the ink color is thickening, but the green, is slowly slowing to pure blue.

Even, with Ning Fan's heart, the inky blue luck, he divided himself into inky and blue!

“Two luck! ”

Ning Fan's heart shocked, after absorbing the purple Xianwei, he not only improved his luck, but also one luck, divided into two ways...

I'm afraid no one will believe this, but it's real!

It's like a Yin-Yang fish, blending!

Ning Fan shocked his mind. He did not know whether this was the reason for the Yin Yang lock or the benefit of Xianhuang Xianwei.

Anyway, his luck is unprecedented.

Why is the old devil's luck black? Has he ever been reckoned with, despite his own bad luck...

It was just the result of self-contamination, but it was bad luck, but the killing of Jindan didn't bring any fruit, but there were such treasures as Jade Emperor grass and Monster grass, and there were seven plums, and he couldn't find them. Yet the Yin and Yang locks floated in front of him, but he didn't recognize them, but it was the refining of four rotundans, failing dozens of times!

Black luck, bypassing calculations, but also self-destructive.

And Ningfan's luck, at this moment, becomes special.

Even the Imperial Emperor of Palm Fortune did not necessarily expect that it had become black luck and there was still a chance of death and resurrection!

Luck, determine the number of shipments of a monk.

At least, if you want to become a Master of Alchemy, you must not have bad luck. Otherwise, like the old devil, refine Dan once, fail once...

“Me, obsessed! ”

Ningfan's eyes are strong, take the second step!

Hollows make him demonize, thus avoiding calculations, but maybe he doesn't have to be so extreme, completely self-contaminated...

Dirty and clean, dark and purple, good and bad, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, ice and fire... not necessarily coexisting!

Yin Yang Demon Vein, one of the words' and ’, is a merger or coexistence!

Shengwei technique, dark running.

The colour of luck, even more.

Looks like the ink is getting darker and darker, and not even ink anymore.

But as long as I prefer to read the score, the two luck will be separated, ink or ink, green luck, but turn blue step by step.

When Ning Fan approached the clock completely, his palms caressed before the clock, he did one of the boldest things in his life.

Directly using the technique of Shengwei, but absorbing the clock... Immortal Emperor's power!

If you are an outsider, look at the luck of Ningfan, you must think that the darker the luck of this person, it looks like a drop of burning ink.

Only Ningfan knows that black luck is on the rise, the other half is on the rise, and slowly turns purple!

When luck turns purple, ink masks that purple color, no one knows...

But Fan knows, his luck, he's back!

“Thanks! ”

He turned to the clock of the circle and said something strange, the punch turned into a jade, one punch on the clock of the circle.

Boom!

Twelfth, bell rings!

“Prince Ning, you can actually walk under the bell and ring the bell with your flesh! Is he a real fairy? ”

Thirteen, fourteen... twenty.

21, 22… 49.

The 49th bell rings, 49,000 miles! More in the heart of North Glass, it shook hard, and it kept coming back.

This bell rings, making North Glass firmly believe that once Ningfan breaks through the later stages of God, I'm afraid the first person in God of North Heaven will be this person!

Once the bell rings, you can wash your mind and improve it for a hundred years.

One hundred and eight bells will boost your mood by one thousand and eight hundred!

In the midterm mood of God, in the bell ringing, step by step into the late stage, the peak, and even the half-step emptiness.

The turning clock, without adding Ningfan Xiuwei, produces qualitative changes in various aspects of its momentum, luck, mood and so on.

Boom!

Ningfan's last punch, blown on the clock, powerful countershock power, puke blood.

The blood splashes the bell, but his eyes are satisfied, because after the bell rings, he sees the circle!

But his eyes changed dramatically!

The power of the revolution is far more untouchable than expected, even more untouchable than the magic of wandering a million miles!

It feels like a suction, putting its mind in, inhaling the wheel back into the clock completely...

I'd rather know that this time, I'm afraid it's really dangerous...

…

This last bell, coming out of the Yunhai, went back to Xuanwu Xing for a long time.

Magnificent Xuanwu star, more than 4700 real countries, hundreds of millions of brothers, at this moment, Qi raised his head, all confused, not understanding where the bell came from, but at the moment of hearing the bell, all brothers, eyes were confused and confused, as if Ningfan had been bewitched by the power of the circle when he first saw the circle clock.

A bell rings, leaving hundreds of millions of brothers unconscious at the same time.

And when the mind is restored, no one even remembers that the weird things that just happened are like memories, being pulled out of the sky!

Only Dream Xuanzi, as the Immortal Emperor, blocked the bell!

He was confused and thinking about Ningfan's identity, but when the bell sounded, he immediately stood up in horror and remembered.

“108 taps! The power of the turn! My husband remembers, this is the man! The afterlife of the Rain Realm! ”

That melting spirit cultivated, but misapplied the true fairy talent, wandering for millions of miles, spying on the afterlife of Xuanwu.

Now in the cloud sea, this afterlife is born in the realm of the Divine Divine God, ringing 108 next round of clocks!

If that were the case, it would be impossible for the bells to travel millions of miles out of the Yunhai and spread across Xuan Wuxing.

The reason it's so far away is because this person inspired the power of the revolution within the Golden Bell!

“Son, the treasure of evil! ”

Dream Xuanzi's eyes appeared fine, one step shrunk into an inch, and the next moment, he crossed the millions of miles of stars directly, appeared at the top of the Yunhai, landed beside Ningfan!

His words of appreciation, under the Ecclesiastes, have been echoing for a long time.

Nobody remembers that weird bell.

Millions of listening monks, shocked, always with a temper isolation, eyes higher than the famous palm monument Immortal Emperor, Mengxuanzi, even spoke praiseworthy and gave, still a horrible review.

The treasure of evil!

According to this sentence, Mengxuanzi has never given it to anyone. Even if she is the Third Miss of the North Heavenly Heritage Palace - Beigua, this woman has made Mengxuanzi greatly valued it, but when evaluating it, she only gave a 'good qualification'...

Countless monks wonder who Mengxuanzi praises, but after all, nobody will know.

Yunhai, Mengxuanzi step by step!

He stood at the turn of the clock and looked at the young man with the palm of his hand and closed eyes, undisturbed.

Northglass was surprised and hurried to pay tribute to Mengxuanzi.

“Bye, Kitagara! I don't know what the master is here for, what can I tell you...”

“Quickly leave Yunhai, go with Yi Qing, here, leave it to the master! ”

Without much explanation, Mengxuanzi solemnly ordered.

Here, only he, the master monument Immortal Emperor, can handle it personally... once the power of the rotation in the clock is out of control, fearing the whole cloud sea, the whole void realm, countless monks will be erased in an instant, all memories!

Northglass can't stop it. Clear can't stop it!

Both of them, we have to get out of the clouds! As soon as possible!

“But Master, this Prince Ning, has not yet carried out the third step of chopping Fan, North Glass still has accusations to guide him...”

“Guide my ass! You little girl, are you crazy about this guy? Let's go! Rest assured, there is a teacher here, Chop Fan Step 3, bring this child trial for the teacher himself! ”

The north glass is chaotic.

For the first time, she met her teacher, so she was a fairy emperor. She also cursed people...

The Immortal Emperor's privileged DreamXuanzi is a myriad of star monarchs. It is difficult to meet him, let alone talk about the deacon, mountain gods, and the little fairy god of the land. Only when preaching can you see DreamXuanzi's pride.

Such a lofty Dream Xuanzi, personally a monk of the lower realm, guided God, finished chopping three steps and inscribing the monument, if this matter came out, no one would believe it at all.

But what happens in front of North Glass is the truth.

She was just blushing, still somewhat dissatisfied.

I just met Ning Fan not long ago, but the kindness just helped him cut off, so I was moved by the Master's disrespect... If it was before, North Glass would definitely talk to the Master.

At this moment, she sees a glimmer of solemnity in the eyes of her master, even... fear!

Master is afraid. What are you afraid of?

By the way, Master Ning seems to have rang 107 bells...

Northglass only, because it was 107, because the 108th bell, erased her memory, but she didn't know!

This is the turn!

“Let's go!” Mengxuanzi spoke loudly.

“Yes…”

Bei Glass took a deep look at Ning Fan. Unfortunately, her teacher respected her life. She did not dare to disobey. Unfortunately, this opportunity could have been solicited after Ning Fan had taken three steps and transformed her into a god...

She turned into a purple sword light, took the sword and notified Clear and left together.

Ultimately, in Yunhai, only Mengxuanzi and Ningfan are left.

Mengxuanzi smiled bitterly. Today, I'm afraid I'm going to help this rainworld junior, for the second time...

The revolution is a terrible thing. With Mengxuanzi as the cultivator, he is not qualified to spy. If he does not thoroughly transform God, he will peek at the revolution. At this moment, his heart is afraid that he will be devoured by the revolving clock...

“The old man sends you a second love, pulls your heart out from the bell... Otherwise, it is a small thing that you are swallowed up by the power of the revolution. If the power of the revolution is made out of control by you, all my monks in the void will have to lose their memories with you... Immortality, ‘Dreamgazing'! ”

Dream Xuanzi strangled a little, the silk purple trick changed. Since the turn of the clock, a tiny bit of Ning Fan's heart was drawn out and placed in Ning Fan's body.

As Ningfan Heart God draws out, the loop clock becomes unstable and gradually calms down.

In the circle of clocks and illusions, Ningfan felt that his mind was being saved by who, slowly relieved.

“Shame, this is a bit of a big game. If someone doesn't save me, I'm afraid it's because of my power, my mind is trapped in the clock, and I want to escape by myself. It's only possible after Ming Ming's turn within the clock... but then, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it will take...”

“If I didn't feel wrong, the person who saved me wasn't North Glass, it was repaired, some horrible... this smell, some familiar, seems to have saved my predecessor from Xuan Wuxing once back then... if it really was him, I seem to owe him twice...”

Ning Fan smiled bitterly. Since someone saved himself, he took the opportunity to take a good look at the disabled statue in this round.

He attacked the white clothes and traveled through the palace, where the medicine was extremely strong and seemed to be a pharmaceutical garden.

Come and go, often monks, or soldiers will dress, or palace dresses, a breath, at least a deity.

There is plenty of purification, crushing is everywhere, even a cactus with a stronger breath than crushing.

It's just that everyone walks past Ningfan and can't see him.

Here, is the remnants of the circle, is the past, preferred not to belong to this era, no one can see him, he can not change anything.

Inside the nursery, a golden light rushed into the sky, clearly a golden flame truck.

Nine demons, pulling cars, golden flame heads, stand a golden armor demon general.

“Lugo! ”

Fan Fan lost his voice. This is the man in the land-draught dust painting.

The Golden Armor Demon will hear someone calling him, dark surprise, staring at him, strange, shaking his head and mocking himself. Today, he seems a little nervous, like recently, something big is about to happen in heaven.

Looking at Lu Wu in the long sky of the medicine nursery, Lu Wu was an official of the Emperor's Pharmacy. Is this not the heavenly garden of the ancient times?

Step by step, walk into the pharmacy, and remember, the paper crane you saw before is inside the pharmacy.

A strain of immortal medicine, all of which is more than a million years old treasure. More than half of it, I would rather not even recognize the variety, but I know that if I take one randomly, I fear that I will be able to break through the realm immediately...

He reached out and picked up the pixie pills. Once touched, the pixie pills immediately broke like glass, but a moment later, they turned weird again.

This is not a real place, it's just a revolving dream.

At the center of the nursery, there was a blue stone, which was supposed to sit on the top of the embroidered woman, but it didn't show up.

Ningfan sat on the blue stone, waiting quietly, waiting for the woman to show up.

Paper cranes, Mu Weiliang... There's something in here that he doesn't know.

I didn't know how long I was sitting outside the nursery, and suddenly a light footstep sounded, walking and complaining with a crisp voice.

“Private Nantian Gate failed again... I want to go to the mortal world, it's not easy...”

Ning Fan raised his head and walked in front of him. He was a young girl dressed as a maid.

Her face was innocent, her eyes were clear, and she was stuck with a young girl...

“Paper cranes!” I'd rather stand up in silence.

“Bold! Who are you? How dare you go to Father's Yard!” The girl waved her pink fist at Ningfan with dissatisfaction.

Can Ningfan be seen by this young girl like a paper crane?!

Ningfan was secretly surprised, but had not yet spoken, but there was a half-black and half-white butterfly that penetrated Ningfan's illusory body, flew to the young girl and danced among the leaves of the Immortal Pharmacy.

The young girl did not see Ningfan.

What she said was bold, accusing a butterfly...

“Turns out she can't see me...” Fan smiled bitterly.

Yes, how can she see it? This is the remnants of the circle. What Fan sees is what has happened and cannot change history...

He closed his eyes and gazed at the young girl.

But when she saw the girl, with a small hand, she lured the butterfly into her hand and suddenly laughed.

“Silly butterfly, don't be afraid, I won't tell my father that you are here to ‘steal drugs'... see what you are afraid of. ”

The young girl, who looked like a paper crane, stepped out, but in the light, turned into a face like a female corpse.

Cold, noble, yet innocent.

The look of the paper crane, the costume of the little one, is the disguise of her sneaking out of the South Heavenly Gate.

Her true identity is the Emperor's daughter, Mu Weiliang!

“Silly butterfly, come with me to relieve the boredom, this is a lonely day...”

Mu Weiliang gently sat on the blue stone, not knowing, standing beside Ningfan.

With butterflies in your hand, the mud is slightly cooler but reveals a hint of deity.

“Butterflies are the creatures of all worlds. Interesting. Do you, little butterflies, fly from the lower realm to heaven? What a terrible endurance, so many broken monks have failed to fly up and you have succeeded... you are amazing. ”

“...” the butterfly pounded half black and half white wings, and it could not speak.

“Mm-hmm. If you can ‘fly up’ to heaven, I'll give you your name. Mm-hmm... just call Xiaofan...”

“…” The butterfly is always silent.

“Fan, I'm in a bad mood today, you talk to me...”

…

Mu slightly cooled the silk, held the butterfly in his hand, and said silly things to himself.

But Fan was secretly frightened.

Because he saw that the butterfly in Mu Wei's palm, at a certain moment, suddenly turned around, facing in his direction, in a glance, flashed a hint of recollection, praise… as if all could not see through the circle, the invisible Ningfan, it saw.

The butterfly, indeed, saw Ningfan!

With its slim, tiny body!