Grasping Evil

There are only about a few hundred people living in the Snow Lotus Ministry, and all are mortal dead spirits without any repairs.

Ningfan leaned across the wooden fence and could see the towering wooden shelves at the center of the tribe, piling up the fire of the bear.

At the campfire, some young shepherds in the Cheryl ministry slaughtered cattle and sheep roasted, and many women in beard clothes danced around the campfire.

Men's and women's eyes are as pure as snow and ice on a snowy mountain, with no capital.

Looking at this scene, Ning Fan suddenly felt tranquil... and the Xuelian Ministry was a welcoming and peaceful tribe that had no quarrel with the world.

Away from the fight, away from the hustle and bustle... good place, but not his.

“Brother Ning, you are a fairy master? That's amazing! Will you summon the Barbarian God? Will you summon the dead? I hear there are many fairy masters in the realm of the Imperial Tomb who can summon the savage gods and summon the dead soldiers. A fairy can defeat tens of millions of people. Do you know these magic tricks?” Xi Lian asked admirably.

“No...” I only kill people. In the second half of the sentence, he certainly wouldn't say it to scare the little girl.

“You will not summon the savages and the dead, what a pity...” The young girl is a little lost.

Several big men guarding the tribal gates have reported the arrival of Ningfan to the chief.

Sheryl's chief is a middle-aged man named Cesar. He was discussing important matters with tribal elders.

But as soon as I heard of Ningfan's arrival, I was shocked, afraid to slacken, blow the trumpet, and lead all the warriors and women of the tribe to meet Ningfan.

“I've waited to meet Master Ning!” Cesar feared.

Ning Fan sighed. He had just entered the imperial tomb and ran into Xi Lian. At Xi Lian's invitation, he wanted to enter the Xuelian ministry, but never thought that his arrival had frightened this peaceful tribe.

So he shook his head, and consoled,

“You don't have to worry, Ning is just passing through the Xuelian Department, a glass of water and wine will leave, and will never hurt half of Xuelian Department's life. ”

After hearing that Ningfan was just passing through the Cherylene ministry, he would not hurt anyone. The chief of the Cesar tribe relaxed his breath and turned to passion,

“Since Master Ning passed me through the Snow Lotus Club, I am a guest of the Snow Lotus Club. I have no Snow Lotus Club. Good wine and meat are quite good. Come on! Grill the fattest beef and lamb, prepare the best lotus wine, and welcome Ning Da Fairy! ”

“Okay! ”

The atmosphere couldn't help but warm up. Those Sheryl herders who feared the cultivation of the veins of Ningfan, let go of their fears for a moment and enjoy Ningfan with good wine and meat.

Rather than resorting to any cultivation, he did not want to scare these mortals to death.

There is no act of high altitude, just sitting quietly under a bonfire, eating meat and drinking, laughing at the old people of the Cheryl ministry.

Ningfan was a monk, knowledgeable, and his conversation was insightful, which impressed countless old people in Xuelian province.

He has an extraordinary amount of alcohol, and there are young warriors in Xuelian ministry, who fight with him, but no one can pour Fan down. A man is not drunk as long as he prefers not to be drunk and not to be drunk. His alcohol yielded to a young warrior.

A few passionate bearded women invited Ningfan to dance together, and Ningfan had to refuse without help. He can't dance... but then he takes on a herdsman flute, plays it up, dances for those bearded ladies.

The flute sounds rustic, that rustic is Ning Fan's heart.

The whistle was accompanied by an indelible golden iron horse, a past killing that would not have been erased by Ningfan I.

His flute twisted countless Xuelian girls, as well as Xilian girls.

A lot of women's eyes are kind to Ningfan to send Qiubo, but Ningfan is blind, just looking up, looking at the late sky, looking at the late twilight, looking at the rising moon in the night...

He dropped his flute and practiced for more than forty years. It was like a dream.

All the pursuits of the Brothers are like dreams of nothingness, moons of nothingness.

It's late, but the campfire's brighter.

Preferably forgetting the noise in his ears, he closed his eyes and listened to the flames of the campfire, recalling his life.

Fame is nothing, mend is nothing, power is nothing, beauty is nothing, good and evil is nothing, fantasy dreams are nothing, moonlight is nothing... these are nothing... but nothing!

“What a void! ”

Ning Fan opened his eyes and revealed an enlightened expression.

When he entered the tomb, he was only trying to explore the details of the tomb, but he did not expect to be inspired by a scene of human peace in the Snow Lotus tribe.

And this enlightenment is actually an enlightenment for the word 'false’!

Although he accidentally broke through the question level in the star palace, and although he was already a middle-aged barbarian comparable to the question, he never thought about the word.

At this moment, he asks himself, 'What is void’, and it is precisely before peeping that all the spiritual monks will ask a question initiated in their hearts!

If you understand what voidness is, you can peep!

If you control the vain veins, you can ask the vain!

Step on the sea of void and you can flush!

Above the void, you can be too vain!

Fan suddenly smiled, it seems this time into the imperial tomb, but you can truly understand the true meaning of the word.

He, at this moment, is just a split soul, just a vein opener... but in the imperial tomb, walking all the way down and re-making the split soul into its own body, will be a good opportunity to regain consciousness of the devil's way.

He was thinking like this, outside the Cheryl tribe, suddenly came the hidden horseshoe, caught in the night breeze, at least thousands of cavalry up and killed Sensen.

The horseshoe was very light and very far apart. Mortals were hard to discern, but could not hide from Fan's ears.

I'd rather put down the bottle and sigh softly. It looks like the Cherylene ministry is in trouble. Today, the chief of the Cesar clan consulted with the people, probably related to the robbery...

He punched the chief of the Sisa and said goodbye, "Thank you, Sisa chief, for the wine. If anything happens, I will leave you. ”

The chief of the Sisa tribe did not understand why Ningfan had to say goodbye when he was halfway through wine.

But of course he did not dare to stop Ningfan from staying. If Ningfan wanted to leave, he would take someone immediately.

But Ning Fan waved his hand, holding the flute presented by Xuelian Ministry, quietly disappeared into the night.

Xi Lian and many other young girls in Xuelian Department, looking at the thin back of the Fan Fan, sighed and seemed to move the young girl's feelings...

It was just that it was impossible for Fan to leave their footsteps behind, and he would not tell Cheryl about the purpose of her departure.

He's going to kill people, clear the enemy for Snow Lotus, and keep the thousands of cavalry men from slaughtering Snow Lotus.

Thirty miles from the foot of Snow Mountain in the Snow Lotus, a snow river leaves behind from the mountain, and by the river, there are nearly 5,000 hardware horseback riding.

These 5,000 horseback rides carry three flags: the Ghost Wolf Department, the Xiao Wolf Department, and the Anwolf Department.

5,000 horseback rides of these three tribes appear here for only one purpose, which is to attack the Xuelian ministry 30 miles away!

“Haha, I hear there are a lot of sheep and cows in the Snow Lotus Department, and a lot more women with fine skins, hey, my three tribes work together to wash the Snow Lotus Department, divide the sheep and cows, women, slaves, how about that! ”

“Okay!”

Three tribal leaders were discussing the massacre of the Xuelian ministry, and a sudden observation was made that a young man in white walked in the night.

Several of the outposts immediately bowed and arrowed, shooting at the young man in white, who had suddenly approached the army, and the wind of the arrows was pounding.

However, several arrows had not yet approached the young man, who had suddenly swung his sleeve and all the arrows had dissipated into flying ash.

And the young man in white took a step and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

“How is that possible!” Several of the outposts had not yet figured out the situation, and suddenly a thick blood hole in the thumb was broken on the frontal bones of each eyebrow, and the blood splashed over the sky, falling on the horse and killing him.

How many sentries died so strangely!

Shh!

Several horses sighed in horror and shocked 5,000 horseback rides!

“What man! Just hit my three armies, kill my sentry!” One of the leaders shook up.

Fan appeared in the air and stood in the midst of the night, blocking 5,000 armies.

“Wait, you want to attack Xuelian?” Ningfan just asked faintly.

“So what? Do you want to stand up for the Snow Lotus ministry on your own against my 5,000 armies?” The boss didn't give a shit.

“Yes!” preferred the apathy.

“By yourself?” The laughter of a leader who, in his view, preferred to fight 5,000 armies on his own, was truly a dream.

“Why did you come forward for Snow Lotus! How many sheep and goats have you been given by Xuelian Department? I'll give you two. You help us attack Xuelian Department!” Yet another leader cautiously lured. He saw several sentries dying strangely, almost instantly killed by Ningfan.

In this way, it seems that Ningfan is brave and worth the solicitation.

“... ”

Ningfan said nothing more.

He doesn't care about the ridicule of others, nor is he tempted by others.

He would rather kill than reason, why should he explain!

If a reason is to be found, then there is only one reason.

He kills for nothing but riches and riches.

A shadow shook, preferring to lift the flute, triggering a layer of power to open the veins.

That ordinary whistle made of oil and bamboo fell into Ningfan's hands, but it became a horrible killer, more powerful than even a flying sword!

puff! puff! puff!

Dozens of avant-garde horseback riders, only momentarily, were all stabbed to death by a flute through their frontal bones and fell on their horses' backs.

The three horseman masters looked shocked, preferring this method of manipulating the flute to kill, is no longer human martial arts, but the 'immortal magic' only the middle domain can see!

“Immortals, Immortals! This man is a fairy! He's a fairy from the middle domain! ”

“A fairy who slaughters thousands of mortals, dammit! A small tribe of only a few hundred people in the district, even with more cows and sheep, would never have asked a fairy... why would this fairy help them! ”

“Whatever! There was only one man, and I waited for 5,000 horseback rides to fight him! ”

The three leaders revealed a fierce color, a horn blowing, 5,000 horseback riding immediately to catch the bow, Qi Qi fired arrows at Ningfan bent bow, arrows like meteors after the moon, in the night in the cold Munson.

Ningfan looked at the 5,000 arrows, his eyes were motionless, his figure was shaken, he was nowhere to be found, the ghost disappeared, and the 5,000 arrows were all shot in the air.

The spells he carried out were merely small spells at the pulse breaking level, invisible. Based on his spiritual cultivation, only low-order spells can be practiced, which seems to have returned to the day when the demons were just cultivated.

But for mortals, stealth is already a terrible magic trick!

puff! puff! puff!,

Every time a flute strikes, dozens of people will die.

In this night, only Ningfan unilaterally killed!

He would not bully mortals with force, but a thug like these 5,000 horseback riding thugs would rather kill directly than care about anything at all.

Night falls apart and morning light shines on the snowy mountains.

Ningfan stepped over 5,000 corpses and walked indifferently towards the other end of the snow mountain.

In the Cheryl ministry, the Sisa chief remains a worried expression.

He would have gotten the news that three Horse Riders, Ghost Wolf, etc. were about to wash Snow Lotus Blood, but the information seemed inaccurate, and Ghost Wolf didn't attack Horse Riders... what's going on?

Three days in a row, the Xuelian ministry remained unharmed.

On these three days, Sheryl herders who went out to investigate discovered a terrible scene at the foot of Snow Mountain 30 miles away!

Five thousand horsemen, all slaughtered!

The killer's methods were horrible and seemed to have pierced the forebones of all the horsemen with a special blade, leaving a thick blood hole in the thumb on the forebones of all the bodies.

Judging by the battlefield situation, there's only one killer!

“Killing 5,000 cavalry members of the Ghost Wolf Club by one man! This is horrible!” A Sherin herder, including the chief of the Sisa clan, was deeply shocked.

At the same time, I was fortunate that, after all, the 5,000 horsemen were meant to attack the Xuelian ministry. If the mysterious killer had killed all the horsemen, they would have massacred Xuelian ministry three days ago.

“Looks like we should thank the mysterious master... just don't know who the master would be...” a sheryan herder shushes.

“It's him! It's Brother Ning!” Only Xi Lianxi cried.

She recognized the blood holes in the frontal bones of the corpses... caused by Sheryl's special flute.

And the only one who could kill 5,000 cavalry men with a common flute made by the Cheryl Department might be the one...

“Brother Ning...” the young girl looked away, thankful and sighing.

She thanked Ningfan for saving Xuelian's life without asking for anything in return.

She sighed, sighing that Fan would never come back.

“This isn't his home. He's not his home. He's just a visitor...”

...

Ningfan crossed the snow mountain for another three days.

The tomb of the Thunder Emperor is so subtle that every time you kill a dead soul that has been repaired, you will surely get a reggae that resembles a doughnut. It contains roughly one percent of the power of normal canal fruit medicine.

Rather than killing 5,000 people, they did not receive any reggae, naturally because they were merely mortals.

But in the three days of crossing the snow mountain, Ningfan found dozens of spiritual beasts deep in the snow mountain.

These spiritual beasts are terrible to mortals, but they are not worth mentioning to Ningfan.

These spiritual beasts attacked Ningfan and were killed by Ningfan's wave, gaining more than twenty pulsating reggae.

After eating more than twenty pulse breaking reggae, his soul repaired into a breakthrough pulse breaking five layers.

This cultivation coincides with the cultivation of his then Young Master Qi Mei!

He stood on the other side of the mountain, walking in the night, looking up at the moon, looking back at the smoke...

“Five layers of veins...”

His body is healing itself with the black star technique.

And his soul will continue to walk in this imperial tomb, cultivate this soul and elevate it to higher heights!

Pulsation, melting spirit, golden dan, ex-baby, deification, purification...

Step by step and take the road again!

And this path doesn't take much time to cultivate this soul to the very high realm with his divinity, it only takes extreme time.

“It's just that in my heart I still haven't figured out... what a void...”

He looked at the moon and thought that the dust was getting farther and farther away, and he couldn't trace it back...

What is void...

On the fourth day, he walked to the other end of a snow mountain, a small water town.

Above the lake, a pontoon boat continued to cross, sometimes a young girl waved to Ningfan on the shore.

Instead, he stood on the bridge, watched the running water under his feet, waited for the night, and looked at the reflection of the moon in the water, which seemed enlightened.

One, two, three...

On the sixth day, he looked at the shadow of the night moon in the water and cast a geese warm stone, scattering the waves of the lake and shadowing the moon.

For a moment, he understood!

“Vain, is the fragmented moonlight! ”