Grasping Evil

Eleven stories of reta, at the foot of Mount Chung. The wind and rain were terrific and the lightning went off.

More than 200 Dead Brothers, Pi Xing Wei Moon, rushed to the valley of Zhongshan, where 11 floors of thunder main candle wind palace.

None of these two hundred monks are cultivated above God, and six more are purified!

But this team, headed by a monk, is in no way any kind of fiction, but a young man in white who transforms the divine realm.

“Nearly...”

Even though he was about to fight the strongest on the 11th floor, there was no concern.

The flesh breaks through the peak of Jade Life. With the body of the corpse demon, it can positively counteract the body repair of the first realm of gold body, and toughly confront the peeping old monster.

He refined the fingers of the Immortal Emperor, preferring to be self-absorbed. Now if he spreads his sword fingers, he fears the power will be very different.

Eat the blood of the Magnolia, even if only one drop has not yet been thoroughly refined. But with the power of that drop of demonic blood, I would rather open the demonization state and transform it into a demonic four-phase phase. In a brief period of transformation, even if it is a question of falsehood, it can be fought!

But the use of this blood demonization has one disadvantage because it has not completely refined the blood of Moro.

For every demonization, Ningfan felt that the Numen had turned a little black.

The more times you demonize it, the longer it takes, the darker it gets.

That black, it's magical. If it's less magical, it's fine. If you accumulate too much magic, you will probably lose your mind and extinguish your emotions.

Though it will not turn into a black Numen, cold-blooded eternity, I prefer that Fan never be influenced by anything outside.

Demonization means, if you don't use it, don't use it.

Unless you thoroughly devour the blood of the Magnolia and break through the Golden Realm, those who would rather demonize the Great Body will be relieved.

“Kill!”

In the dark valley, a hidden light flashed, tens of thousands of monks suddenly emerged, each carrying a crossbow of thunder, firing a million deadly lightning arrows in the direction of Ningfan.

Thunderarrows are raining, sandwiched in thunderstorms, and come extremely fast.

Each thunder arrow is enough to wipe out the Yuan Baby, and tens of thousands of thunder arrows can be instantly killed even by the God.

With so many thunder arrows, it is not possible to slow down a team of monks at all.

Ning Fan's eyes were pale, the sleeve robe rolled, clearly waved at hand, but there was an unimaginable amount of power waved, enough to shake the mountain river, the power of the sleeve blow, it was more than a peep full blow!

A tremendous shock, the mountain river collapsed, ten thousand lightning arrows smashed, tens of thousands of hidden enemies vanished, only seven shadows of the warlord, each half-step cultivation, fortunately not dead, death escaped, gall warfare.

“Retreat quickly and return to the Lord of Landmines. Zhou Ming has killed outside the foothills of Zhong Mountain. Seventeen heavy defenses, none of which can stop his pace. The three voyeuristic leaders have died! ”

“Can you walk...”

The words were apathetic, palms flashed, a cold sword as thin as a cicada's wings, flashed and vanished.

The next moment, seven fleeing enemy repairs, Gudantian, were stabbed by swordlight.

That sword is too fast, faster than the Spectator, who can defend himself unless he is questioned!

The sharp edge of the sword light ignores virtually every defense of the Voyeurism level.

A moment of sword light penetration, hundreds of millions more sword silk came out of the seven Sisters' fields, only one stroke, seven people were hanged by sword silk, blood fog scattered.

Fan Fan's expression was inactive. He had killed 16 times on his way to Zhongshan Thunder Palace, the seventeenth time.

There are 400 deities who have died in their hands, and there are 3 who have been snooping!

Yuan Lei swallowed it into his belly to refine it, and Thunderball swallowed it into his hand and threw it behind him.

Preferably skilled in methods, killing and robbing of treasure is common practice.

But the six people behind them, including Ray XI, all had a shocking numbness on their faces.

“This is a tough one! To slaughter the first ten layers of Leita, this kind of thing, even though it is nothing but a false old geek, he must be angry, but he dare to do it... look at this situation, not only want to kill into Zhongshan, destroy the candle wind, but also want to kill all the way to the twenty-fourth floor, destroy Yinglong Wang! ”

Mo Feiyun's heart trembled. He asked himself how many heroes he had seen in his life. Of these, Ray XI was the most admirable, and none was more fearful than Ningfan in front of him.

“Shame... the old man looked down on this child before and ridiculed him... now it seems that the strength of this child is absolutely easy to kill me, saying that he is flushing, never too much... a sword wide cold, sword silk enemies... this son is not weak for fear of sword cultivation.” Chu Nanfeng mocked himself.

Ray's eleventh glance shocked him once and again. He had known Ningfan was strong before, but he could see that Ningfan three days earlier had not been so strong yet.

In the past, Ningfan, the feeling given to Ray XI, was instinctive restraint, that restraint, derived from Tai Su Leixing.

Today, Ningfan has two very different pressures, each of which is enough to make Lei XI's heart palpitate and chill.

“That kind of pressure suffocates me... even though it's a broken monster, it shouldn't carry this kind of pressure... what exactly has happened in these three days!” Ray XI thought.

Walking along the way, almost all the killings were carried out by Ningfan alone.

After witnessing the death of three peepers in the hands of Ningfan, no one doubts Ningfan's ability to kill the candle wind and resist the Dragon King.

Zhongshan Thunder Palace, millions of miles away!

In the thunder palace, a thunderous candle wind struck the black armor, sitting on the throne, looking at an intelligence, a gloomy eye.

Outside Zhongshan, the master of seventeen heavily guarded men, hundreds of thousands, were slaughtered in half a day!

The candle breeze is unexpected. Ningfan and Marlborough Palace!

“Humph! I can't believe Zhou Ming was hunted down by Lord Dragon King, but dared to come to my Thunder Palace to throw himself into the net. When he was really daring, did he think that he could fight me with a half-step cultivation of falsehood in other areas? Ridiculous!”

“And the Palace of Montblanc. Be brave. Ray 11! This man lost 11 times to my hand. I thought he would know the interests. From now on, he will keep his own peace and hand over the Emperor Bone. How dare you provoke me again! If he comes to the Palace, I will teach him to repent. ”

The roar of the candle wind echoed for a long time in the palace of thunder.

Asking the vain momentum is like the mountains and seas, sweeping up, causing the air inside the palace to be abnormally depressed, countless yuan babies, chemical gods can not withstand the feeling of oppression and fall to the ground.

Only nine voyeuristic monsters, each resistant to the power of the candle wind, can face the same color.

“Don't worry, Lord Thunder!” Among the thunder palaces, there were ten of us who waited for the Purgatory to guard the town. Zhou Ming and Wanbao Palace had three heads and six arms, and dared to come here and die.

A mouse elder, his famous horseman king, green bean eyes sparkled with ferocity and cynicism.

He did not put Ningfan and others in his eyes at all, nor did any of the other eight peepers see him in his eyes, so he agreed with the old rat.

“Nice! Ma Daoyou said extremely well that Zhou Mingluo would definitely die if he came to the Palace. Don't look at him kill all the way, the noise is huge, but most of it is in battle with the Palace of Millions, three puppets of Peeping. After all, he is only half a step of refining falsehood, never half a step of refining falsehood can kill the Peeping. This child will not enter the thunder palace. If he enters the thunder palace, I will be the first to kill him! ”

Another tall voyeur, accompanied by acoustic summation.

For a time, the palace was filled with arguments, sarcasm and laughter.

At this moment, a cold voice, like 10,000 loads of cold ice, suddenly rang throughout the Zhongshan Thunder Palace.

It's like a thousand mountains of repression, with some contempt for interrogation, like a trillion thunder, blowing in the ears of a crowd of thunder palace repairs, the next moment, a monk under purification, eardrum bleeding, sea pain awareness.

Meanwhile, the old smelling monster, including the candle wind, also has a tense chest breath, depression, and a changed face.

“Who says I'm Zhou Ming, dare not come! ”

A voice, fearsome!

Without mentioning what Ning Fanshu is, the vicious power of this sound alone is enough to suppress the God of Ordinarity!

For a moment, the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace was boiling and panicking.

The next moment, Mount Chung, in the night of the thunderstorms, the mountains sway!

Millions of dead spirits escape the Palace of Thunder and take a cold breath at a distance.

But seeing the 200 monks in the district, the foothills are unfolding in Zhongshan, and no one out of the 200 is above the god of transformation.

Before that deity, six puppets, including Ray 11, were purified and three spying puppets, and no one could stop them!

But what is most frightening is not these masters of fiction, but a young man in white.

The young man walked negatively, every step seemed to be understated, but the force was comparable to the gold body repair, one step could shake the river mountain!

The roar of the mountain river, it was this man who made it!

That cold question overwhelmed countless Brothers of the Thunder Palace, and it was this man who sent it!

He is, Ningfan!

“Kill him! ”

Tens of thousands of Yuan Baby Necromancers, deaf, from behind Ningfan, launched a slaughter against Ningfan at all costs.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly turned back, only a cold look, like a cold electric puncture of the night, fell into the eyes of countless dead spirits, but let the soul tremble, can not fear.

What a fierce look!

What a bloody demon you've been through!

Don't say they are just retarded, even if they are unwise creatures, they will be afraid of this person's eyes!

“Get out!”

Ningfan drank the word, under the power of the gold body, that sound wave drank cold, but the power of any chemistry level demonic sounds is more terrifying!

A black sound wave came out of Ningfan's mouth. Tens of thousands of yuan of babies collapsed and died in shock.

Ningfan, you can't resist the look of Morro.

And these yuan babies, too, can't resist the repudiation of Ningfan together.

Ningfan is far from strong, but these yuan babies are even weaker.

“Whoever says I enter the Palace of Thunder on the first day of Zhou Ming will surely die! ”

Ning Fan's eyes swept towards the Palace of Thunder at this moment and stepped down!

With a powerful shock, the long sky collapsed and the thunder palace stretched over a hundred miles, it collapsed into rubble.

An individualized god and purified figure emerged, but only two of these masters, Wang Ma and Li Gui, were forced to look at by Ning Fan.

At the sight of Ning Fan, the two monsters peered, but their vests were cold, and a very dangerous omen was detected.

Without any time to think, I'd rather have a cloak of deceit, suddenly without a shadow.

The next moment, a strange figure, spanning countless distances, appeared before the two of them without a sign.

One sword light cold, stabbed the horseman Wang Dantian.

One punch fired, blowing in the chest of a powerful ghost.

Fist out, grim ghost chest crushed, already seriously injured, his eyes were terrified, he could not see how Ningfan hid and how to reach him. He couldn't understand why the power of a punch was stronger than his full strength!

Sword out, ten thousand swords of silk wrapped around, hardly gave the horseman king a chance to think, hundreds of millions of swordsilk have hanged their former gods!

In this face, Ningfan attacked directly, facing two voices, but each other died and wounded!

“Candlewind, fight me! ”

Ningfan stepped forward, the momentum was oppressed, and countless enemies did not dare to resist, retreating like the tide.

Even though it was a candle wind, Ningfan repeatedly injured the two to deter them, he dared not to resist Ningfan's vicious power and took half a step back.

His gaze changed dramatically. The rumored Ningfan could never have the power of such instant killing to spy on the Phantom!

“This child is different from the intelligence description, why is he so powerful! That's impossible! ”

The candle wind shook his eyes, and for the first time he refined his body from a half-step and felt a slight death threat!

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