Grasping Evil

At dusk, the evening breeze swept through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves sand sounded. The sun falls between the mountains, revealing only a handful of photographs.

Qingdai leads the way forward, preferring to follow slowly.

He did not ask any questions about Master Qingda, but felt the faint thoughts and grief that pervaded the bamboo forest.

When he first entered the Thro Bamboo Sea, he did not pay attention to the Xiangfei Bamboo here.

Step by step into the depths of the bamboo sea at this moment, he senses that every single bamboo in this place is filled with sorrow...

Qingdai made small strides from time to time, sometimes turning into a bright light for thousands of miles.

Ningfan followed her closely, gradually, out of the city of Throw a million miles away.

A strain of Xiangfei bamboo here is obviously much thicker than elsewhere, and occasionally there are one or two strands of Xiangfei bamboo with a very faint sense of bamboo god...

The deeper you go, the more Bamboo Princess Bamboo contains the divine will of Bamboo.

This is a rare bamboo grove filled with thick bamboo leaves.

In the deepest depths of this bamboo grove stands an immense bamboo of Xiangfei!

In front of this giant bamboo heel, Qingdai held her footsteps, and preferred to glance at her.

He felt a heavy sense of oppression from this giant bamboo!

Inside this giant bamboo, the bamboo god is so vast and unimaginable, it is definitely a bamboo meal!

In this vast bamboo, Ningfan felt that his body was almost assimilated and turned into a Xiangfei bamboo.

The glare of golden snow in the eye inspires the power of recall to resist the pressure of a pint of bamboo.

“Lu Bei, the younger generation, has met the younger generation. ”

Ningfan punched the giant bamboo, and he could see that the bamboo god's intentions were merely that the giant bamboo dissipated unconsciously and without malice.

Otherwise, Ningfan's understanding of memories is not very deep. Even though the Italian level of memories reaches the second step, it is also difficult to resist the taste of giant bamboo.

Since Qingdai brought him to see this giant bamboo, eighty-nine of the giant bamboo is Qingdai's master.

“Step two. Context? Not bad... I'm Qingda's master. Qing 'er, go back first, I have something to talk to Lu Bei. ”

“Yes." Qingdai refused to disobey Master's orders and bowed to Giant Bamboo.

Before leaving, he whispered to Ning Fan, “Brother Lu, she is my master. My master is fine, you don't have to be afraid, she won't embarrass you... trust me. ”

Qingdai turned into a rainbow and returned to Siro City.

After Qingdai left, the giant bamboo suddenly emerged a light blue light.

In the green light, a beautiful woman in green with a slightly illusory figure stepped out of the giant bamboo.

She looks about thirty, looks familiar, has clear eyebrows, and is implicitly dignified.

As soon as she attacked the green silk skirt, the blue silk platter rose and a green jade gait swayed on her armpit.

She has a compelling temper, even a hidden royal flow, and a strong bamboo heart.

But she didn't have any magic in her body, and her whole body was nothing but an illusory soul. Sounds like your soul will fly away any minute...

“My name is Grumpy... and I asked Qing to come to you to ask you about Muro's whereabouts. ”

“Hilarious! ”

Ning Fan's gaze clearly moved him, obviously he heard the name, from the Pluto Tree.

The Pluto had tried to entrust Toninfan with the search for the shadow, but halfway through, he didn't say what happened, just sighed...

As for Muro, it is the name of the Pluto tree, which also told Ningfan.

Though he did not know the relationship between Phantom and Muro, he implicitly speculated that Phantom was a very important person for Muro.

Perhaps this woman is the love of Muro's life.

“Has he ever told you about me... is he okay, is he really alive...” The look on her face was as pale as water, all her expressions were dried up by the wind of the ages.

Yet beneath those plain words lies thoughts that are not destroyed by life and death!

I miss Muro!

Rather than concealment, it is certain that the Phantom and Murrow will surely be a couple.

He had heard that the Sloane Sea had emerged after the disappearance of Muro.

He can imagine that the Phantom must have waited here day after day after day after Muro disappeared until he died.

Muro became an old tree. It was its own tree technique. It was the immortality of rebellious heaven.

Pylorized into bamboo seas, these bamboo seas are made out of their bamboo business and integrated into all her thoughts... but this is magical, not tree-like.

The Phantom of the Tree, who knows nothing about the treacherous sky, died long after...

The wreckage in front of her is the last incense soul attached to the bamboo of Xiangfei. There is no power, no divinity, some is just a daily thought.

Muro is old, the Phantom is dead...

And this shadowy wreck, stuck in the world, has long lost the possibility of re-entry.

She can't leave this bamboo sea. Once she leaves, this last piece of soul flies away...

“Senior Muro... well... he just can't leave the rainworld, he's trapped in the rainworld, and I'm a rainworld monk. ”

Ning Fan slightly sighs and will elaborate on the past of meeting Muro.

She listened quietly, her eyes were always calm as water, and nothing seemed to disturb her mind.

It's just her trembling hands in her sleeve, but she betrayed her true heart.

She was excited... when she heard from Ningfan that Muroshan was alive, she couldn't help but get excited.

It's just that Muro can't leave the underworld in his life, and at most he can only move around the country... and his hideous eyes finally come to grief.

As if all faith and hope were crumbling at this moment...

“Can't he come back...”

“I turned into bamboo repair here, waited two million years in the wind and rain, only to see him once more, but I can't see him...”

“I can't leave the Bamboo Sea for the rest of my life... he's old, he can't leave the underworld grave for the rest of his life... goodbye...”

“There is no better thing in the world than a pair of people for life. The cruelest thing in the world is to think about each other and not to kiss each other.”

She closed her eyes in shadow and anguish, just wanting to see Muro again, why so hard.

The green bamboo of the entire Slothu Sea begins to wither and fade in twilight.

The disillusionment of the shadowy soul is aggravated by sorrow.

Hollow bamboo, with soul houses, soul roots, in the heart of bamboo... the reason why a wreck can turn a blind eye and stay in the bamboo is because the heart is obsessed.

If the heart grieves, the bamboo dies, the soul dies...

Happy, happy, new, sad. Don't be sad.

My heart is like a bamboo hoping for the return of the king. I have become Kai-kun without knowing...

On the Day when I will close my eyes in the mist of the bamboo palace and will hear the Truth in Your Praise.

In that month We will shake all the scriptures, not exceedingly, but only to touch your fingertips.

In that year We turned into an indestructible bamboo sea, not to be seen, but to wait for the warmth of your return.

I endured two million years of loneliness and abandoned the Hereafter only to see you again in this life.

It's just us. We'll never see each other again in this life.

But you owe me happiness.

You owe me a pot of wine, a promise...

Gradually, the spectre calmed the sorrow and turned back into a cool expression.

She asked slowly, but said, "Can Taoist agree to a request from his concubine? Don't tell Muro that my soul is still alive...”

Before listening to the shadowy request, it seemed to understand something and sigh softly.

If Murrow can break free from the bondage of the underworld grave, if Murrow can reshape the tree, he can return to the tree realm and reunite with the spectre, but it's too hard...

If the Phantom is not the body of a soul, and if the Phantom is not lying on bamboo, she may also leave the tree world to go to the Rain Realm and see Murrow again.

Normally, they will not be reunited in this life.

But remember, Muro told him that if Muro died, he could burn his soul and leave the tomb for a short time...

If Muro knew that he was waiting for him here, he would surely die and rush back to the trees to meet her.

All the hidden requests Ningfan, do not tell Muro that her soul is alive.

She was worried Muro would do something stupid...

But if she abandoned her life and could meet Muro once, she would be irreversible.

“No, I want to tell Senior Muro that his beloved woman is alive. Though there is only one wreck, it can still be observed in this life.” I'd rather say it suddenly.

“What! You can't say that, if you say that, Muro, he will surely...” He was shocked, begging, but rather waving his hand.

“Fearless seniors, in fact, I have a way to meet you with Pluto seniors, a very safe way, and no one will die. ”

“Impossible, I can't leave the bamboo sea, Muro can't leave the underworld grave, we'll never see each other again...”

“No, there's a way. It's just this way, people don't think... maybe they can, but they can't. ”

Ningfan smiled slightly and took out the blood umbrella treasure, said, "I have a little Qianjie treasure here. If my predecessors want to leave the tree world, I can move all four million miles of Pluto Bamboo Sea into this treasure and bring it back to the rain world! ”

Admittedly, the average person wouldn't have thought of such a trick, digging up the bamboo seas that turned them into ghosts and even taking the land away.

And even if someone came up with this approach, it would not be possible to remove the entire bamboo sea, which covers four million miles.

Ordinary tree masters can't even reach the rain.

Ordinary hollow sky treasure, can't fit 4 million miles of bamboo sea.

The only thing that can fit the entire Slotchbamboo Sea is Little Thousand Realms. But few people possess the Little Thousand Boundaries when they look at the fractures of the Nine Realms.

The Little Thousand World is home to the Little Thousand World, and the interface level of the Nine Kingdoms is just the Little Thousand World. Generally speaking, only four days old can possess the Little Thousand World Treasure.

Lower Brother, it is rare to have a small piece of debris.

Covering her red lips, she looked incredibly at Ningfan's blood umbrella magic treasure.

She is certain that Ningfan's Blood Umbrella Treasure is a rare little treasure with a thousand worlds!

Ningfan said the method, it works!

But to take all four million miles of land away, the power needed must be immense.

Even a broken monk is only a million miles away.

In Ningfan repair, even if the power is fully open, it can only take up to 700,000 miles of bamboo sea at a time.

If four million miles of bamboo sea cannot be removed at once, the spectacular remains will dissipate...

In order to reach four million miles, at least you have to have a shattered five-day cultivation...

Ningfan's approach is indeed feasible, but today, the whole Sloane Bamboo Sea cannot be taken away and she cannot be taken to Muro.

“It's a great way to fix it, but you can't move the whole Slothbamboo Sea... but I can wait until you break through the broken sky one day and take me to the Rain Realm to meet Murrow...” Sighs softly.

“With my fix, it's not enough to take away the entire Slothbamboo Sea at once. But if you lay down a big battle, you can solve the problem with force. Don't worry, I have full confidence in this matter. ”

“The only difficulty is that the array covers four million miles and is too broad to be arranged. And the array requirements are strict, no point of error. So if you want to make a perfect layout and cover the entire Slothbamboo Sea, it will take a short time. ”

“When this is done, I will use this umbrella to take the entire Sloane Sea back to the Rain Realm and reunite you two. In this way, I would like to return a little to Senior Muro for the kindness of guarding my hometown. ”

Fan put away his blood umbrella and looked at the ghost with a smile.

The Phantom was a former Bamboo Palace Emperor with a steady heart, but it was also a bit of a joy to hear Ning Fan's well-thought-out plan.

At first, she heard that Muro had disappeared, but was just an obsessive pain and so on.

Two million years later, she was thrilled to learn from Ningfan that Muroshan was alive, thinking that waiting for results was coming.

But when she heard that she could not meet Muro in her life, she began to grieve again.

She is naturally delighted to see Ning Fan at this moment who has the means to take her to Muro.

After joy, she remembered that she had called Ning Fan here today to give him an opportunity.

Muro is a demon, and the Pluto are tree demons.

But the Phantom is a god, a tree god.

She was practically the strongest god in the history of the tree kingdom. By chance, the bamboo ancestors gave blood, condensed half a drop of blood to help the gods, and her future was immense...

But for the sake of Muro, she abandoned some mending, opportunism, forsaken her life, abandoned her veins, turned into bamboo sea, lost her mind and waited for Muro to return...

She can no longer mobilize half her powers.

But after all, she had half the blood of the ancestors of the gods, and by the sensation of the ancestors' blood, she felt a drop of uncleaned ancestral blood from her body...

That's the fate and blood given by Rain Joe!

If he purifies this rain and becomes his own divine blood, the Phantom will not perceive it.

She can barely perceive one or two until she has refined the blood.

“I asked you to come today, in the face of Muro, to help you refine the blood of the divine ancestors... and now you will help me meet Muro, even in return for this grace, I will help you refine this blood! ”

His gaze was solemn and firm, and Ningfan was slight.

Prior to his arrival, Qingda had told him that his master would give him some opportunity.

Even though Ningfan was prepared mentally, he did not anticipate the opportunity given by the Phantom, but rather helped to refine the rain and blood rain of his ancestors!

If he prefers to break through a pint, he can refine the drop of blood by his own means.

Nowadays he hasn't had a taste of rain, but naturally he can refine blood rain if he has the help of shadows.

Ningfan was getting ready to break through the breakthrough, and just waiting for the puppet to fix, he started breaking through the breakthrough.

Refining Blood Rain is not part of its plan. If there is more bleeding rain refining planned, it is not known how much more can be improved.

Perhaps, this time, more than just breaking through the void, there is even hope of breaking through the void...

If one breakthrough is too weak, the other will no longer be a problem...

With the help of incarnation and soul extraction, the power of Ningfan after the breakthrough can be almost infinitely close to broken.

With this level of power to subjugate the puppet, the boundary gap is small, and the life span consumed by the operation will be greatly reduced...

If there is no heavenly robbery puppet in this case, it will be fine.

If you show up...

“I don't know if I can break through the realm this time! ”