Grasping Evil

“Lubei! You're not going to be alone on this mission! Puppet Pluto, my husband is set! ”

The white-eyed old man kept laughing. He called Ningfan Lubei. Apparently, he had seen the Wanted Warrant issued by the King Fujimori and knew that Ningfan was Lubei.

Being disfigured, Ningfan is not surprised. As a fictional monk, it is not surprising that there is a way to obtain a warrant.

Ningfan was not afraid of being wanted by the King of Vines, he flew all the way, did not hide his appearance, and did not deliberately hide. If you encounter an enemy, kill them.

Ning Fan's eyes faded. Eight of the nine puppet masters had a bad eye and seemed to have recognized their identity long ago.

The only girl in green who had spyed on the fiction was the calm gaze of water, and at this moment she was somewhat surprised.

She didn't seem to expect that the charming young man in white was the demon who pissed off the Vine King.

Just thinking of Ningfan's intention to monopolize the task and seize all the Puppets of Pluto, the girl in green can't help but look at Ningfan with a little hostility.

“How would you like to stay if I insisted on an exclusive mission? ”

I'd rather have my eyes swept towards the old man with white eyes and my mouth opened slightly.

The white-eyed old man seemed to have no idea that Ning Fan was so tough and dared to ignore his threats.

His old eyes were blurred and he snorted coldly, "On the road to repair the truth, the strong are honored. If Your Excellency wants to be exclusive, show strength to convince the old man and others! ”

In short, the old man with white eyes suddenly stepped forward, his skin dried up rapidly, his eyes shooting two bright white rays, sweeping towards Ningfan.

swept by this white light, preferred only to feel the body gradually stiff, skin showed signs of treeization, floating a layer of white bark, like a wooden carving puppet.

Ningfan had robbed Guangdong Cold City and had seen many tree spells, knowing that the elderly were practicing a very powerful pupil technique in the tree kingdom.

This technique, called the "Eye of the Wood", is the secret of the Wood Clan. If this technique is cultivated to the highest realm, one eye can tree the False Brothers.

This technique is extremely difficult to cultivate. The elderly with white eyes can cultivate this technique, but the opportunity is not small.

With this white-eyed old man too fictitious to carry out the art of woodworking, it takes only one eye to make all the fictitious monks tree.

But wanting to tree Ningfan with this technique is not enough.

“Break!”

Ningfan's powers swung, stripping a piece of bark from his body, his body returned to normal and broke the tree.

Spin to step out, right arm white flashes and a silver armor emerges. Once in shape, the scout grabs at the eyes of the old man with white eyes!

This blow did not provoke the White Tiger Arm Armor's Attack Spirit. Forgive me, but the power of one blow is comparable to the body repair of the fourth realm of the Golden Body!

“Divine Spirit Costume!” Everyone's eyes shocked in the hall.

The white-eyed old man looked at the shock, and did not expect Ningfan to be so powerful in flesh, let alone hold the Divine Spiritual Costume.

He is a puppeteer, masterful of puppet art, most of whom are connected to puppets, and the flesh alone cannot take Ningfan strike.

He couldn't think more, took a little step back, slapped a storage bag, and took out countless puppets.

In an instant, 216 peak puppets of God appeared sequentially in the hall, all in front of the white-eyed old man.

The white-eyed old man then took out a platter, and upon provocation, a large silver-white map appeared under the feet of 216 puppets, with a ray of light joining all the puppets' bodies.

At the same time, 216 puppets punched simultaneously, flashing with light, punching in one!

“Wooden Puppet Array! ”

216 puppet punches, integrated into the puppet array, turned into a brilliant punch, the power is too vain a punch.

Ning Fan glanced slightly, turned his claw into a fist, punched into the puppet array, provoked the White Tiger Arm Arm's magic, and struck out a White Tiger fist.

Voodoo, White Tiger!

One blow against the bomb, the puppet formation splashed, the whole yicheng violently shaken, the palace palace trembled, the palace pavilion stretching for a hundred miles all dissipated into flying ash.

Throughout the city, there was a roar of white tigers, and countless monks were in shock, frightened by this terrible fluctuation of struggle.

A long time later, the vibrations in the city stopped and the soot dissipated.

Fan put up his fist and stood against his hand. The white-eyed old man covered his chest, had a disturbing breath, and his mouth was overflowing with blood silk, and his eyes were quite shaky.

The old man summoned 216 god puppets, all of which were bombarded into pieces by Ningfan, with no possibility of repair!

He took a Dan medicine, pressed down the wound, his eyes revealed a consternation, and he dared not look at Ningfan.

He's not Ningfan's opponent!

He knew that without 216 puppets in front of him, he would have been struck by Ning Fan Bai Tiger's fist, or he would have died or been wounded...

On the face of this punch, the old man with white eyes did not fall too far, in fact, he has lost.

Ningfan only took a punch with his spiritual costume. It didn't take much energy, but it was still in surplus.

The white-eyed old man lost 216 puppets at the peak of God... almost all of them!

The loss of the puppeteer's puppeteer means that the divine talent is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical techniques. If he continues to fight Ningfan, he will undoubtedly lose.

Without so many puppets, the white-eyed old man is afraid to go to Tang Valley to hunt for the Tree King. Without puppets, the risk is too great.

At this moment, he must reclaim the material, refine the puppet's side...

“Huh! Land friendly means! The old husbands are worse than men, and they have no face to argue here. Goodbye! ”

The white-eyed old man snorted, turned into a glow, and left the Mandarin...

Tang Xiong looked deeply at Ning Fan, that punch white tiger fist, he asked himself that he could not take it unharmed. In his heart, Ningfan is amazing.

Tang Xiong implicitly speculated that this punch may not be the most powerful magic of Ningfan.

As the white-eyed old man walked away, the remaining eight puppet refiners, I'm afraid nobody is Ningfan's opponent.

“Anyone else who wants to argue with Lu on a mission, stand up and teach.” Ningfan's gaze swept away the remaining eight puppeteers.

By Ning Fan's eyes, the four puppeteers, the three puppeteers, were all overwhelmed.

As puppet masters, they fought with puppets. Losing a puppet is useless.

See how Ningfan's Xuan Arm Arm is so hegemonic, destroying 216 Peak Puppets of God with one punch. How dare they take out puppets to fight Ningfan?

Their puppet tricks are not strong for the white-eyed elderly, nor are there many puppets for the white-eyed elderly. Even the white-eyed elderly are not rivals.

If they fought Ningfan, most of them would have been the end of the puppet...

For a while, everyone was silent.

Four puppeteers shook their heads, turned away and abandoned the task. Though scarce, the puppets refined by Master Wang are too valuable to compensate for a speculative puppet.

Each of the three Too Virtuous Puppeteers snorted coldly and stared at Ningfan with resentment. After all, no one dared to make another move, and all of them swept away.

Only the young lady in green struggled and did not leave immediately.

She bit her lip and seemed to want to say something, but she sighed slightly and finally left.

Above the ruins of the palace, only Ningfan and Tang Xiong eventually remained.

Tang Xiong sighed. He sent out more than a dozen propaganda swords throughout the city, informing your subordinates not to be nervous. The previous fighting fluctuations were not attacked by anyone, they were just fighting each other.

One of his finest points was the spreading of wooden magic for a hundred miles, and the earth reappeared a giant tree, emptying its heart and transforming it into a new palace.

“Don't know when your friend will enter Tang Valley to kill Tree King and complete his mission?” Tang Xiong asked politely.

“When the night comes, I will enter the Tang Valley... goodbye! ”

Ningfan took away the task Yu Jane, slightly fisted Tang Xiong, turned into a glow, and flew out of town.

He chose to enter the Tang Valley at night because the Tree Demons could heal themselves during the day with sunlight, which was difficult to deal with.

Killing Tree King at night is a little less difficult.

Ningfan left Yicheng, traveling east all the way, about 30 million miles before flying outside the Tang Valley, hiding the light, standing at the top of a tree mountain, quietly waiting for the night to come.

It's sunset, the winds are blowing at night, and the sun is setting.

Ningfan was calm in his heart, fearing neither the pursuit of the Vine King nor the offense of nine puppet masters.

A map of the Tang Valley is attached to the mission jade brief, preferring Fan to elaborate in his heart how to kill two tree kings who have been restored to cultivation in the shortest time and at the smallest cost.

There are countless tree demons in the soup valley. These tree demons are retarded and harsh in character. They attack all monks in the valley without distinction.

These tree demons are tough enough to be made into puppets. Many puppeteers in Mang Nation love to come to the Tang Valley to capture tree demons and refine puppets...

A few years ago, two tree kings were born in the Tang Valley, killing puppet masters who entered the Tang Valley... so the Bamboo King set up this mission to kill the Tree King.

“Puppet art, sometimes cruel...”

Ningfan opened his eyes and lightly sighed.

He was angry when he first heard of the killing of the Pluto refining puppets.

But after repeated reflections, I felt that the act of killing and refining puppets was perfectly normal in the realm of cultivation.

Ningfan himself is a demon, kills countless people, and is not qualified to blame Million Skies for atrocities.

The Million Skies slaughtered the Pluto clan, unlike the Ningfan slaughtered the demon forest, the stars and the sea, the retta, nothing in essence...

Nevertheless, the position of the Pluto clan is ultimately hateful of the sky.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, there is no absolute right or wrong in the world... only with position.

Fan raised his hand and looked at the palm of the white palm, but his heart knew that it was covered in blood.

He dropped his hand, closed his eyes again, and spoke to himself in silence.

“If one day there were no more enemies under the sky, I could let go of the killing... just that one day, too far away. ”

“Below the Nine Kingdoms, full of struggle, above the Four Days, full of struggle, between the Upper Immortal Emperors, there is also a battle... no one can avoid it, there is a battle where there are people...”

“Once you step in, you'll never be able to turn back...”

Twilight is also a little silent when you sigh.

When a star rises into the night sky, he knows it's time to head to the Tang Valley.

Then, if there was no killing machine, it suddenly rose from behind Ningfan.

A brilliant green crystal sword, against Ningfan vest, a petite figure, somehow lurked behind Ningfan and launched a sneak attack on Ningfan.

“Are you finally here? Lu is very curious, the district spy on you, why are you so obsessed with the Puppet Pluto.” There is no unexpected colour on Fan's face, and he seems to have known that someone was lurking behind him.

“Cut the crap! Pluto puppets must never fall into the hands of a demon like you!” Behind Ningfan came a voice of a young girl with a little resentment.