Grasping Evil

One, ten, one hundred...

In the Heart God world, Ningfan sat alone for 100 days and had swallowed up 50,000 crystals.

The heavens and the earth are dark, and nothing but a light black star emanates from his body.

“Almost...”

Ning Fan Xu slowly rose, trampled on the sky to speak to himself, and his body magic has reached 83470 A.

Such a thick magic, singular magic work, he broke through to the medium term cultivation of the gods.

The power of a demon is superimposed, more than 150,000 armor, so to speak, even if the realm does not break through the late divine period, the monotheistic power is strong, and he fully meets the late standard.

At this moment, if the technique of soul extraction is carried out again, I fear it will be enough to raise the realm of the peak of God by secret methods.

Not only does the magic increase, but its body also rises to the third realm of jade life.

It is already the Body of the Corpse Demon, which opens the limits of human power and defense.

At this moment, after passing through the starlight quencher, its flesh strength is once again raised by a large cut.

The body of the third realm of jade life, and the other monks of the fourth realm, can completely divide the autumn color equally!

The strength of flesh alone makes him the peak of God in the First World War!

These are just improvements in the realm. The most delightful thing about Ning Fan is another benefit.

In the hunting breeze, he had long hair dancing, his head flashing up and pointing at the sky.

In its right eye, the second black star, its name, the Quenched Star, has been completely congealed! Its efficacy uses the power of the stars to heal wounds and diseases!

Under one finger, above the sky, five pitch-black stars emerged successively, casting black stars.

With five stars bathing, Ningfan's body wounds have long healed.

A starlight healing effect is equivalent to taking the next pentodant.

Five stars healing wounds is almost equivalent to taking five pentodant pills!

“If I conjure up a million stars, even if I fix it low, it's not something the Immortal Emperor can kill! This surgery has tremendous potential, if practiced well, it will definitely become an indispensable base card tool for me in the future! ”

Fan nodded and was extremely satisfied with the Emperor's heritage.

This journey into the shattered realm, out of the star palace, came all the way to improve strength, and today the harvest is obvious.

Except that the major's powers are still short ribs, without deification, the magic of demonic powers has been cultivated to a very strong realm.

At this moment, Ning Fan, even if he returns to the sea and enters the inner sea, can cross the border without fear of any more sealed demon palace.

Even, if the main land boundary of the Imperial Palace encounters Ningfan, you need to retreat!

“I went into the sea that day to save Suqiu, causing the demon palace to kill and rob. Nowadays, the Imperial Palace is no longer enough for fear...”

Ning Fan's tone is faint. He has really become stronger. Even if he returns to Vietnam, he can occupy one side, self-proclaim the ancestors, annexe the nations, and be invincible under purification!

“Perhaps, this time back to the overseas sea, but some cause and effect, go back into the inner sea, help Moon recover the island of the Emptiness, you can go home... go home, I have been away from home too long...”

I'd rather stare over my head at the stars and soften my eyes.

He was under tremendous pressure to repair all the way, but he was already happier than many people.

He has a home, a wife, a teacher's respect, a brother, a normal but warm past...

“Perhaps I still have a mother...” preferred some anticipation.

He cut off the gods in the Cloud Sea and saw his mother in illusion, a scene he will never forget.

Perhaps Mother and Father still live somewhere in the world.

Perhaps there will be a Day of Resurrection.

“Speaking of which, I have not experienced the warmth of my parents since I was a child without a father or mother. It is a pity that this level of awareness is missing for a monk… and from the bottom of my heart, I also want to see my parents. ”

Put aside your thoughts, and know that this is not the time to think about it.

Returning to overseas means reuniting with some people, but also with Yuan Yao, Run, Dance Yao and other women.

From the point of view of Ningfan, it is unforgettable to live and die with all the women and suffer together.

He never speaks to his woman with any mantra, just giving his heart in exchange for sincerity.

If he doesn't, I'm sure the three women will.

And before leaving, Ningfan still needs to complete the request for land dust to relieve Lu Wu.

Once the mark of sin is lifted, Lu Wu can be relieved, escape the pain of the burning of the sun and the mark of sin, re-enter the circle, and begin the rebirth and cultivation of the next generation.

“Gone...”

He sounded like he was talking to himself, but the world of the gods immediately collapsed like a mirror flower and a water moon.

In the cloud palace, Ning Fan opened his eyes for a hundred days and his momentum was at least twice as strong as before accepting the Emperor's inheritance!

“Are you awake? All right, all right! Starscream, you've mastered it. It's amazing! In the future, if you have the opportunity to expand this technique, you may have the chance to become the next Emperor! ”

Lu Wu, the giant beast, bowed down and looked at Ningfan, his eyes glorified.

“Senior joked.” Fan shook his head, he was a man on the ground, and now he has only become a god, countless boundaries far from the heavens, he will not imagine.

“As the younger generations have said before, there are two purposes for coming here: to obtain the inheritance of an emperor and to destroy the mark of sin for the younger generations. If the Emperor has been awarded the Imperial Star this evening, it will be possible to complete this mission. ”

“Sin? Oh, I believe you broke it!” Lu Wuolu looked forward to seeing that he had been imprinted for too long. The imprint would appear every night, burning around him and suffering would be unbearable.

He died and could not be resurrected except for his soul.

And this wreck, sealed by sin, cannot be reincarnated.

For a monk, death is helpless, which means that the first generation is mourned and needs to start all over again.

But as long as the soul stays together, as long as there is a chance of re-entry, there will be a next life.

For mortals, death is terrible, for monks, it is more terrible than death, the soul is scattered and there is no * * return.

Precisely because of the importance attached to the rotation, he was willing to abandon the monks of the rotation, so he deserved to be shocked.

It was like that day, Hu Jia Ancestor Hu Feng Zi, repaired into not tall, but willing to defend Hu Jia for the sake of the whole family prosperity and death, the soul scattered, condensed a shudder, in exchange for Ningfan's hand.

The world of cultivation is indifferent, selfish, but at the same time, there is warmth, there is righteousness, there is emotion.

“Seniors put up with the pain a little bit, I will help seniors, wash their marks! ”

Rather than a little toe, it swept up and landed on the back of a giant beast's ridge.

Squat down and touch the bloody mark on the back of the giant beast. Only one touch. The horror of the mark burned, burning Ningfan's fingers.

The power of this evil mark is even more frightening than Ningfan imagined.

Good thing at this point, it's not enough to be afraid. The black starlight on your fingertips wraps around it. Just a few stars will heal this burning finger injury and make it look intact.

The black star healing technique is truly not false name. With this technique, Ningfan is a divine doctor, white bone living, easy to move.

“The mark of sin is the punishment of the Sinners by the Spirit Clan. Since the demonic people lost their 'spirits', a large number of True Spirits have never been born again. Only a small number of True Spirits still have King blood. This evil mark can only be made and removed by the King's blood, which means that once the evil mark is made by the True Spirit Race, it must obey the order of this race. Otherwise, no one will unmark it for you, there will be no possibility of recycling it, and it will suffer forever...”

Lu Wu glanced deeply, and the words contained anger. One can imagine how humiliating it was that day when he was persecuted by the true spirit of the royal family and planted the mark of sin.

“If you can't lift the mark, forget it… it's just a small thing, this pain that I've endured for over a hundred million years and have long been used to. It's just that I won't give in eventually! When I put on my handsome armor, I put my life and death behind me! ”

Lu Wu has a pride in his eyes, such pride that he has seen in the eyes of many Lu demons.

There are not many people in the cultivation world, but there are nine tribes of the Lu tribe.

That's the pride of booming your arms and shouting 'For the generals, why die for nothing'.

“Rest assured, I promised Lu Dao Dust to save you. This area is a sign of sin. He Daoya. The blood of this evil mark is not weak and almost half a drop of ancestral blood has been condensed. But half a drop of ancestral blood, in my eyes, is too weak! ”

Ningfan bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a purple and black blood mist. This blood mist sprinkled on the back of Lu Wu's spine, that indelible bloodstain, trembled.

Half a drop of ancestral blood, so what?

Ning Fan has four drops of Joe's blood! If he leaves the clan, he is the ancestor of the clan!

“Solve!”

Purple and black blood mist, glittering glow, forming a secret formation on the back of Lu Wu Beast, at the moment of formation of the formation, Lu Wu's surrounding purple and black light works, in the light, that deep-rooted evil mark, in the sound of nourishment, corrosion dissipates!

Whoo!

Lu Wu beast suddenly trembled and breathed out a mouthful of dirty air, revealing the colour of the surprise.

Sin Yin, unwrap it!

He's free, and the wreck is back in the circle!

In the dark cloud palace, a white light swept through the sky, and those white lights were all emitted from Lu Wu's soul.

In the pungent white light, his soul seemed to evaporate, as if it were a call to a round.

“Thank you, thank you! I'm going back to my turn! Thanks!”

Lu Wu's eyes revealed the colour of surprise. After re-entering the round, the end of this world, the next generation, he can be reborn!

“Promise, loyalty, that's all, seniors don't need to be thankful. ”

Fan leaped down the beast, stood on the ground, looking up at Lu Wu, rising in the white light, his eyes revealed a sense of comfort.

Everyone has their own happiness. Death is terrible for many, but for Lu Wu, being able to re-enter the circle after death is a happiness.

Lu Wu's soul dissipated in the white light, while Ningfan suddenly felt it, a pack of storage bags, took out two tubs of mud sealed wine, held one tub himself, the other tub threw toward the sky, Lang Chan,

“It would be unfortunate to send you away without wine! ”

White Manga's Lu Wu's eyes snapped, and he laughed and swallowed his mouth, swallowing the wine altar into his stomach.

This wine was taken from some unlucky bastard. It was some kind of medicine. It wasn't a good wine.

But Lu Wu did not hesitate to look at Ning Fan. There was a great feeling of hatred and lateness.

“Well said! That's a good one. Send him away! Everyone fears death, everyone fears a turn, and yet you compare death to a journey! This pride, I can't compare. I drank this wine. If we meet again in the next generation, we must sit 100 feet with Jungao and drink a pot of really good wine! ”

“Good! If there is a cause, drink with the King in the Hereafter! ”

Ningfan's heart is more and more aware of the revolution.

Yeah, well, as he said before, it's just a long trip back. A process from life to death, from death to life, but there seems to be something more than that.

White light gradually dimmed, Lu Wu's figure gradually disappeared, laughter gradually disappeared, he, passed away...

In the next generation, it could be a farmer, it could be a master of martial arts, it could be a scholar, the chance of monasticism, probably not much.

Once again, the cloud palace was dim, leaving only Ning Fan standing and silent for a long time.

He seems to recall his own mood for Wei Guo's old ancestral tomb, sending him to die...

For a long time, he patted the storage bag and took out a scroll of the Book of Heaven without words.

This book is redeemed by the contributions of the Ghost Sparrow Sect. There is no word in the book, but only one death is given to the King on the cover.

At a time when he did not know who wrote the book, he understood that it was the handwriting of Zidou Immortal.

“Zidou Xianhuang, have you ever buried a friend...”

“Once you die... today I will give you a gift, and the next generation will give me a gift. Is this your turn...”

Ningfan's awareness grew more and more. Suddenly, in the Book of Wordless Heaven, the light rose slightly, and the pages were not windy and automatic.

When the breeze opened the first page of the book, the original blank paper, Xu slowly appeared twenty-four pens rather arrogant ink.

People die like lights out and blow back on fire.

Immortal death is like a dream, this life will not be returned.

This is a round!

Ning Fan's gaze changed.

It turns out that there is no script, not no script.

The words on it were simply erased by the power of the revolution!