Grasping Evil

“Fangsheng, fight me! ”

At the moment of Ningfan's arrival, a heavy rush of rain fell all over Yunshan!

All the monks near Yunshan, high and low, feel breathlessness, hidden and unbearable Ningfan's powerful atmosphere.

Yu worm looked up at Yunhai and incredibly looked at the young man in white who was standing cold on the golden ancient sword.

At this moment, Ningfan, unlike the usual expression, has a faith in his eyes, sweeping the faith of the Eighth Palace!

Ningfan at this moment, like the blood battle dragon pool of the year, the momentum is invisible!

“Sui-hou is battling the other Eighth Palace lords this time to understand the rainbow tablet, or for Leviticus...” Yu Bai thought.

“No, not at all... he must have an extremely important reason to defeat the Eighth Hall alone...” Yu said.

The temple of the Phantom is full of old deities, with awe in their eyes. None of the present deities can resist Ningfan's momentum. All of them are eaten by the momentum and cannot be moved!

Xuezhun can't, Ugly Han Yunxuan can't, the Yuan Baby Brother's cloud frenzy in that district makes nature even worse, directly crushed by Ningfan's atmosphere on the ground!

At the time of the Great Jin, the cloud madness was repeatedly difficult to Ningfan for Yin Suqiu, but was destroyed by Ningfan. Fifty years later, the cloud madness became incapable, repeatedly breaking through the bottleneck failed, the last time it hit the bottleneck, the eyes were destroyed by the heavenly robbery...

Fifty years ago, he was a Yuan Baby Monster, rather than a melting ant.

Fifty years later, Ning Fan's breath will make him unable to stand!

“I'm nothing compared to him, but ants... me, just ants..." The clouds crawl on the ground, frustrated.

Ning Fan stood in the cloud, took the ancient sword, and did not look at the cloud madness. This man was less than he was, and is even worse now.

His eyes only look at Fangsheng alone, waiting for Fangsheng to respond to the war!

“You can defeat both Hou Nam Hou and Huang Gu in a row. Afraid that you already have invincible power, the old man will see if you can compete with the old man in the first battle! ”

Whoa!

Fong Sheng's old eyes sparkled, his body turned into a snowy white light, instantly appeared at the top of the cloud sea, the momentum was like a raging wind, and a white robe hunting sounded.

As soon as he hurried, a sea of voids appeared at his feet. Standing in a sea of voids, the magic of life seems endless.

He lifted his fingers and flashed a brilliant cloud between his fingers, pressing one finger towards Ningfan and drinking cold.

“The Art of Clouds! ”

The clouds lit up, and suddenly millions of white clouds appeared on all sides. Each white cloud gave birth to a ghost face, grinning strangely.

Millions of ghostly faces swallowed the cloud fog, and in a moment, all of Ningfan's revealed moments were devoured. Moreover, a strand of magic was shed out of Ningfan's body and devoured by ghostly faces.

Ningfan felt the temporary loss of magic in his body, his eyes slightly glistened, and tried to burn out the fog with demonic fire.

But as soon as they started the magic fire, the magic power drained faster, even the essence began to flow.

And I'd rather have the feeling that this ghost-faced cloud fog can swallow most of the spells, even black fire can't hurt these clouds... the spells of life are so weird.

“It's... the magic of the height of the void, the cloud of the clouds!” An old deity restored its moves, shocked.

“Lord Fangsheng has used this technique to drain the power of several surgical fictitious monks. Once this technique begins, without consuming a moment and a half, Sui Hou's magic will be swallowed up by a ghostly white cloud! ”

“This ghost-faced cloud can swallow magic, and all sorcery attacks will be absorbed by this cloud, and it is said that only monks with special minds can resist this cloud. ”

“Once you lose your powers, even if your strength is stronger, you are not the enemy of Lord Fang Sheng! ”

The discourse on Yunshan, passed into Ning Fan Ear, only a few breaths, he has consumed 70% of his energy and energy, all sucked away by the ghost face.

He looked at the clouds of ghostly faces, his eyes suddenly decided, and suddenly sword reading.

In the cloudy sea, a drop of dark ink spread over the long sky, instantly turned into an inky sword that covered the sun, chopping off countless ghost face clouds.

“Sword reading... can't beat you by cloud tricks. Cultivate the net! ”

Fangsheng was not too surprised to see that the cloud magic was broken.

The loss of 70% of Ningfan's powers in the beginning of this technique has been a good outcome, and the life of this moment is certain to win.

His fingertips were twisted with white magic and intertwined into a giant fishing net.

When the nets were sacrificed in the air, the nets instantly became 10,000.

Tens of thousands of nets were wrapped around Ningfan, and the line of the net was extremely tough and could not be destroyed even by a blast.

Even a decade ago, at the time of the Song Nation, Ningfan, who had not searched for all the frost and ground fires, could not burn this fishing net by yin and yang fires.

Even if it is too fake to smash the fishing net, Fangsheng does not think that the magic power at this moment is greatly damaged Ningfan, can release the magic on too faint a scale with 30% of the magic.

“You, defeated! Don't worry, my husband will only wrap you in a fishing net and won't hurt you. But you can't beat your husband, you can't understand under the rainbow tablet. It's too early to ask the Void Realm if he wants to win. ”

“Really! ”

Ningfan suddenly stepped into the sky, and the sky was shattered, revealing endless voids.

As soon as he caught the earth, he drew 400,000 miles of the earth's soul!

He caught the void, and he drew 400,000 miles of void soul!

Once the mouth is swallowed, the earth's soul and empty soul are swallowed into the belly, and the emptiness adds 10 million extra mana power!

In an instant, Ningfan Momentum Festival climbed, and the amount of magic in the body reached 1.82 million A in an instant. The amount of magic is even thicker than that of Fangsheng!

“Soul Drawing! And it's the empty soul of the second realm!” Fangsheng's eyes were shocked.

The technique of soul extraction is one of the three magic triceps of broken void, but even the old monster of broken void may not know the technique of soul extraction.

And those who can cultivate the technique of soul extraction to the second realm, there is only one Rain Emperor in the Rain Realm!

Ningfan is the second monk in the rain to draw a void soul!

“Burn!”

Ningfan pointed to the sky above his head and tens of thousands of cultivated fishing nets.

Blackfire spreads across the clouds and seas. Nine incomparable dragons of black fire rush through the seas, swallowing the flames and easily burning the fishing nets into flying ash.

Ten years later, he has exhausted twenty-four kinds of frost and ground fire, and the Magic Fire is no better than a Class 7 Spirit Fire!

If this net is broken, it may not be burned, but if it is carried out by Fangsheng, it is different!

“What!” Fangsheng was shocked again, but the fishnet was given to him by the Royal Prince. He was burned to ashes by a black fire...

What kind of fire is that? Is there such a high grade spirit fire in the rain?

His heart had not recovered from the shock, and suddenly his vest was sweating.

But he saw the Hydragon of Fire, Qi turned the faucet to Fangsheng, and his eyes revealed the bloodthirsty fierceness.

This nine-headed black dragon is transformed into a class 7 flame, and the rain realm is broken, and there is no such high grade flame!

This black fire is carried out by Ningfan with the power of approaching the Tai Fang monks, even the Tai Fang monks will not stop the fire dragon burning!

The Nine-headed Fire Dragon swept across. The tape focused on the Heavy Fire Sea and drowned Fangsheng in it.

Just a few breaths, convenient as the previous Yellow Valley, falling out of the flames, falling into the long sky and falling heavily on the top of Yunshan.

Without saying much, he swallowed back the blackfire and landed on the summit of Mount Yun.

Fangsheng rose from the giant pit and looked at Ningfan with complexity, sighing.

“My husband... defeated...”

Fangsheng knew that Ning Fan had mercy on his men.

Otherwise, with the power of terror after the exorcism of Ningfan, such a high-ranking black fire will strike the enemy, whose firepower can never be countered...

Nobody can stop Ningfan's blackfire except for the fake monk...

“Souvenir and come with me, my husband will take you to the belly of the mountain, enlighten you of the rainstone of the temple of the unseen...”

Ningfan did not speak much. He was born into the belly of Mount Yun.

All the monks of Yunshan, there are monks of the unseen, there are other monks of the realm, all silent.

“The Temple of the Unseen has also been defeated... only the Temple of Juntian, the Temple of Haotian...”

“According to the old man, the Temple of Heaven is not necessarily better than the Sumiho. After all, the Temple of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven of Heaven

Whoa!

After incense, Ningfan leaves the mountain belly and heads towards the next border.

Along the way, he took Dan medicine and recovered his powers, with a slight delay. Three days later, he arrived in Xuan Tian.

Sky Cloud Seventh Realm, Xuan Tian Realm!

Countless monks had heard of the defeat of the Lord of the Temple of the Unseen three days earlier, with the help of heaven and the clouds, one by one, flying fast to Xuantian mirror, waiting to see another great battle.

At this moment, no monks doubt Ningfan's determination to challenge the Eighth Palace.

Enlightened by the rainbow tablet and the fame of Liwei, it is not everyone's concern to challenge the Eighth Palace for what purpose.

All they want to know is whether Nine Palaces can defeat the other Eight Palace lords on their own!

Whoa!

A golden sword light crosses the heavy cloud sea and descends to the top of Xuantian Palace Cloud Mountain!

Ningfan is in the clouds, overlooking the temple of Xuantian above the mountains. This Xuantian temple is the temple where the three princes, Cloud, sit uncomfortably in the town...

Among the rain realms, the only subdivision with which Juntian Palace is good is Xuantian Palace.

In the rain realm, the only prince with whom the sky is bound to live and die is the cloud uncomfortable.

Ning Fan sighed. He knew that he was the son of the Clouds of Heaven. It was unreasonable to challenge Lord Xuantian and humiliate this temple.

Just to get the full rainstorm, to find his mother and father across the Central State border, he had to fight...

He closed his eyes slightly, and Lang Lang said, "I would rather not fight Xuantian Palace, just to borrow the rainbow tablet, I have to fight Xuantian Palace Master, please forgive him..."

“Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough. ”

An old man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe held his fist in the direction of Ningfan at the top of Yunshan.

This person's white hair was pale, Rin Yu Wei, Wang Qi forced people, but the cultivation was merely a peep.

Fan Fan was slightly flashed. He had seen this man once.

When he was overseas, Ningfan killed Yan Ding and was convicted of sin. Instead, he was falsely recommended by two rain palaces to honor the elderly.

In his quest to find the indelible body of fire, Luo Jun was promoted from the Lord of the Last Hall to the Lord of the Temple of Xuantian, one of the Nine Halls.

The cloud discomfort of guarding Xuantian Temple is called ‘idle cloud prince’, and Luo Jun is also a man with no ambition. He only wants to hang out in Xuantian Temple, and has no idea of fighting and winning.

He wanted to bless Him in the position of Lord Xuantian, but only to break through the doubt in his lifetime.

Who ever thought that Tang Tang Yu Hou would come to challenge him with such a small voyeur.

How dare he fight? Even Lunan Hou, Huang Gu, Fangsheng were defeated by Ning Fan's hand. He was afraid that Ning Fan could not even take a finger...

“If Luo confesses to losing, Sui Hou can follow me directly into the mountain belly and watch the rainbow tablet! ”

“Fine. ”

Ningfan nodded, collected the ancient sword and landed at the top of Yunshan.

Nor does he want to bully a Xuantian palace with strength and transcendence, and he is uncomfortable with the cloud.

The two entered the mountain belly, and the whole of Xuantian Cloud Mountain was filled with emotion.

“I can't believe that Lord Xuantian of the Hall of Fame directly admitted defeat... but this is a wise move, with Lord Xuantian's cultivation, it is not the enemies of the Sumies. ”

“Hey, it's a pity that we wait to come to Xuan Tian, but there's no reason to fight the battle of falsehood... but hurry up and find the transmission line and wait for Su Yuhou to arrive! ”

Above Yunshan, a handsome son, who is proud of the Heavenly Temple of Xuantian, is the prodigal son of the uncomfortable cloud, Yun Xing Su.

“The head of Rain World's pride in heaven, is not he... but I miss Su as much as he... I just don't understand why Father wants to see him...”

...

Within the mountain belly, Ningfan followed Camel King across the ray of light into the palace and walked straight towards the palace.

Luo Jun laughed all the way, he could not provoke such an amazing character as Ningfan.

Nine hundred monuments of rain ancestors reveal all the rainfall.

Luo pointed at the rainbow tablet, introducing.

“Oh, look, this is the rainbow tablet of my Xuantian Temple. Be careful not to be struck by the rainstone... uh, three, three... three princes! ”

Luo Jun spoke half the language, suddenly shocked, and immediately hugged the boxing ceremony.

After the rainstone, a young man, dressed like a beggar, slowly walked out.

The man is very handsome and masculine with a grass and beard slag.

He looked away as if everything in the world was not enough to get him involved.

His breath did not reveal a thing, and the outsiders did not know how to make it, but Ningfan perceived a vast momentum from his body, comparable to the Brothers of Double Heaven!

He, the Three Princes of the Rain Palace, is uncomfortable!

“Gee gee gee gee gee, we met again... you were still a little melting spirit when we met the Ghost Sparrow Sect. After 50 years, you got to this point... uh, by the way, Prince Ben has a bad memory, what was your name again... so, so, so, so...”

“It's Velveteen Hou...” Luo Jun whispered.

“Right, right, right, right.” Forget it, Prince Ben, this memory is getting worse. It's hard to remember anything.

Clouds slapped the brains out, haha smiled, and acted as frankly as they did back then.

His gaze suddenly drifted when he reached the blue jade between Ningfan's neck.

“Blue Bridge Ball?! You really have this jade fruit! Good boy, you fooled me back then! ”

Clouds are uncomfortable to close all smiles and reveal serious eyes.

With his big hand waved, a strong wind rolled up Camel King and sent this man out of the belly of Yunshan Mountain.

“I have something to ask you! Where did this jade come from?” The clouds stood uncomfortable and there was no joy in them.

I'd rather stare down at the clouds than be afraid.

There was no surprise that the clouds were uncomfortable recognizing the jade.

When he was spying on Yun Ruwei's heart, he knew that the jade was the jade of the Blue Bridge.

Although the Blue Bridge Jade is ancient, it has no use other than dowry.

At that time, Yuntian and Ning Qian decided to make love to each other. They swore an oath to each other about the Blue Bridge Jade. No one else knew about this.

In other words, those who know what this jade means are not outsiders.

When the clouds were uncomfortable looking for this jade in Vietnam, the purpose of the Rain King was not the same.

Rain Emperor is looking for someone who threatens his life, but the clouds are uncomfortable looking for his late wife, son...

Yun Ruovi is not an outsider, nor is the cloud uncomfortable. In Yunravi's heart, the clouds are uncomfortable with the clouds.

“I can tell you about this jade, but I want to know why Yuntian never lost his memory and why Ning Qian disappeared! ”

Ningfan's gaze was equally serious and unusual.

Even if the clouds are uncomfortable today, he will find an opportunity to find them uncomfortable.

He was in the Eighth Hall of the War in order to understand the technique of Yuzu and find out the whereabouts of his mother.

In addition to finding her mother's whereabouts, Fan would like to know the truth about that time!

Who is it? Drain his blood and kill Ning Qian!

“You are indeed... their child...” The cloud was uncomfortable listening to Ningfan's question and immediately determined what was normal and revealed a half-hearted and sighing expression.

Happily, Ningfan was found. Sighingly, he heard the extrastring from Ningfan's words.

Ning Fan did not know the whereabouts of Ning Qian... nor did he know the truth...

“I don't know much about what happened back then, and it should be said that no one in the rain knows how Ning Qian disappeared, but I saw with my own eyes why Big Brother had lost his memory... that day, I saw a colorful light rising in the sky, a shadow of an old man... it was him who erased his memory! ”

The clouds did not reveal their angry faces. He had never hated anyone so much, but the mysterious, colorful old man must have hated someone!

“Walk with the colorful old man, and the four princes of the rainfall hall who have already fallen! ”