Grasping Evil

After one night, Ning Fan's figure wandered and appeared outside the Bamboo Palace. Xu slowly walked into the palace and went straight to the main palace.

Today, 11 six-transfer alchemists and 16 five--transfer alchemists, including him, will enter the small forbidden land where Zuzhu is located to diagnose Zuzhu's disease.

Four six-transfer alchemists and three five--transfer alchemists stand below the ranks, preferring to be the eighth alchemist to arrive.

Shortly after the arrival of Ningfan, the other alchemists gradually arrived.

When all 27 alchemists arrived, the palace suddenly flashed a few pale green lights.

Green light scattered, appeared the figure of the bamboo emperor. Behind it, around, stood six elders and eight elders respectively.

The Path of the Six Elders is Ling Bamboo, an ancient monk of the Xuanmen Gate, with the cultivation of a broken heaven, the cultivation of the way of a tree god, the most averse of life to killing people like hemp magic repair, therefore, I was unhappy with Ning Fan.

The Eight Elders are the King of Paris. They have been restored to the invincible realm.

Today's King of Paris, his expression is not as dull as it used to be, and his eyes are full of hegemonic madness.

After his appearance, he looked at Ning Fan only once, and then did not look at Ning Fan at all.

Ning Fan glanced at the King of Paris, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

He met with the King of Paris in person once, and spyed on him several times in secret.

Every time I spy on the King of Paris, the eyes of the King of Paris are empty and numb, but today, the eyes of the King of Paris are like normal people, without any difference...

The King of Paris in this state, on the contrary, can give Ningfan a very faint sense of danger...

“The Emperor is grateful that the Masters have come a long way to help the Emperor heal the ancestral bamboo! The emperor of Japan promises to pay you well as long as you can cure the ancestral bamboo disease! ”

“The ancestral bamboo is sealed in the bamboo realm by the emperor, it is a small thousand world, long over Ji Shuicheng, you and the emperor go to the bamboo realm to see if the ancestral bamboo disease can be cured! ”

The bamboo emperor said, a roll of sleeve robes, the green light appeared.

Green light will be rolled up by the people present as a stream of light to fly over Ji Shuicheng.

The bamboo emperor's speed is extremely fast, far from comparable.

As the light races towards the sky, the more sky winds fly, the greater the resistance to sky winds.

Above the millions of husbands in the long sky, the wind like a knife can easily kill Jindan and Yuan Baby Brothers.

At such altitude, it is not at all possible for an ordinary monk to fly up.

The light of the bamboo emperor crossed the sky wind layer and flew tens of millions of miles upwards into the wind layer above the sky.

The power of the wind is terrible enough to tear away the body of the Divine Brother easily.

At this altitude, some of the five alchemists who have only been cultivated by the Divine God are no longer able to withstand the wind pressure here.

Without the green light protection provided by the bamboo emperor, these sculptors would surely have fallen into the wind.

The bamboo emperor flew all the way to the top of the sky and flew for an hour.

The wind has vanished into a black wind of void... void wind!

The power of the Void Wind, enough to easily tear the body of a Normal Voyeurist.

If a storm of sufficient magnitude is formed by a dodgy wind, it is not necessarily a flushing, too dodgy monk who will be able to retreat from the storm.

All of the six alchemists present were fictitious monks, fearless of the sky and the wind, but not without the wind.

Even though it was the master of the sea tree, Zhuhong and other six-turn superior Dan master who had seen the big scene, his eyes turned back.

Sun Yu's face is extraordinarily calm. No, rather than calm, Sun Yu's expression today is a little numb, no smile, no fear.

Ning Fan glanced at Sun Yu and felt a little strange.

Sun Yu also had a great conversation with him during the palace banquet last night. He was very close.

But after meeting today, Sun Yu didn't even say hello to him, and his attitude was very indifferent.

It's strange that Sun Yu's attitude towards him has changed so dramatically...

Ning Fanshang was thinking, and the voice of the bamboo emperor came into everyone's ears at this time.

“The gateway to the Bamboo Realm is at the top of the sky above Ji Shui, in the ‘Void Wind Eye’!” The Bamboo Emperor faded away.

“What! Void wind! ”

As soon as I heard that the gate leading to the bamboo realm was actually in the sky wind, except for Ningfan, Sun Yu and the two elders of the bamboo palace, all the Dan divisions changed in color.

Vulnerable wind eye is the whirlpool of wind naturally formed in the strongest part of the virtual wind. The scale of the virtual wind in the wind eye is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. It is an ordinary broken Vulnerable monk, who dares not enter the smoke easily!

The bamboo palace hides the ancestral bamboo in the bamboo realm, while the door to the bamboo realm hides in the void wind at the top of the dome.

Ordinary people face two challenges if they want to dive into the bamboo world.

Firstly, there must be certainty of crossing the void wind eye; secondly, there must be a token to open the door.

These two preconditions allow outsiders to enter the bamboo world.

After the bamboo boundary, there were ancestral bamboo, and the broken tree spirit in the ancestral bamboo was even more faint.

Even if people dive into the bamboo realm, they can't think of ancestral bamboo if they obstruct the existence of tree spirits.

The bamboo palace hides the ancestral bamboo here and is very safe.

The tree emperor flew all the way up to the top of the dome!

This is where the lower monks can fly to the highest point, and the sky is blocked by countless pieces of broken light.

If you break through this breaking light, you can leave the tree realm and fly up to the higher realm of the four days fairies.

Unfortunately, the light of the breaking of boundaries is so terrifying that even well-prepared scattered fairies have difficulty crossing the light of the breaking of boundaries.

Ningfan's wind smoke finger is powerful, but because his understanding of the revolution stops, the cultivation is far from reaching the dispersion fairy, even if the wind smoke finger, it is difficult to break the light of the realm...

Ningfan retracted his gaze and stopped looking at the broken light. This light was too harsh. If it took too long, it would even make Ningfan realize that the sea drama hurts.

He lowered his head and looked at a black wind eye as big as the ocean beneath his feet.

The black wind twisted in the wind's eye, a giant bird grown above the sky, sucked by the wind's eye from far away, sucked into the wind's eye.

The giant bird, not knowing what kind of demon it is, has a stronger aura than that of a fictional monk, with his wings stretched out, and is 6,000 feet huge.

But as soon as it was caught in the wind, it screamed, and the fierce demon was torn apart by the blank wind into countless pieces...

“Even the fierce beast of the runaway level must die in the wind...” an alchemist swallowed his saliva.

“Master, watch your step behind the Emperor! With the protection of the Imperial Divine Spirit, you will not be in any danger when entering the void! If someone leaves the emperor's side without permission and dies in a void, the emperor wants to save him, I'm afraid he won't be able to save...”

The bamboo emperor said, once again a roll of sleeve robes, rolled up the countless green light, carried people into the empty wind eyes.

In the wind, a long tunnel was formed, leading straight to the other end of the void.

At the end of the void tunnel, there is a huge void optical door. This optical door is made of a broken light. Without a token, it is impossible to enter the optical door.

The bamboo emperor took out a green bamboo bamboo bamboo medal, slammed towards the giant door, the giant door trembled, and the bright light appeared.

Countless lights are emitted towards the people present in a roll, and the next moment, everyone enters the world inside the light gate.

This is an endless world of bamboo seas, at the center of the world, standing a huge ancestral bamboo high above the sky.

Forgive the myriad seals placed on the ancestral bamboo, but there are still legends in the ancestral bamboo of a very heavy fierce atmosphere.

The sky is littered with emerald bamboo leaves, even clouds are green with bamboo fragrance.

Spread out your mind, this is the best place to cultivate wooden attributes.

After entering the world, he felt comfortable in his body and blood.

The body is comfortable because it grows an ancestral bamboo!

Ningfan is the physique of the small pentathlon, which has improved a lot since the last time he swallowed the dragon tree.

The ancestral bamboo grown here contains many times as much wood spirits as dragon trees.

Had it not been for the Bamboo Emperor's surveillance here, Ningfan would have almost tried to take the ancestral bamboo and swallowed it, which has led to a significant improvement in the wooden physique of the Little Pentagon.

At the same time, rainfall can be escalated to an extremely horrific level. One pint, not hard...

“Want to take the ancestral bamboo...” Ning Fan raised his mind to the idea of robbery, but the next moment, he reversed it.

There is a bamboo emperor snooping around here, and there is an insane tree spirit in the ancestral bamboo. If you want to take the ancestral bamboo, you have to fight the bamboo emperor and the tree spirit first. The odds are slim...

Besides, Fan had received a blessing from the Phantom, and the Phantom's identity was the first generation of the Bamboo Emperor.

With this layer of relationship, I would rather not do anything to seize the treasure from the Bamboo Palace.

The reason the blood is comfortable is because Ningfan leaves the demonic blood in his arms.

To the best of Ningfan's knowledge, this ancestral bamboo was planted by a generation of bamboo emperors who suppressed the evil beast and left.

Evil has been eviscerated, but no longer eviscerated, losing all veins of evisceration.

Leaving the people of sin is a slave from the world, whose identity will never cease unless the signs of sin are broken.

Fan stood in the bamboo world as if he could hear the evil of the repression beneath this earth calling him...

“This is the Bamboo Realm, the giant tree that is so tall that it is the ancestral bamboo. Ancestral bamboo has been sealed by the emperor, among which the tree spirit cannot escape and will not harm the masters. Your masters depend on their ancestral bamboo. ”

Zhuhuang spoke half the language, suddenly a meal.

His speech was interrupted by an urgent voice in the storage bag.

The bamboo emperor took out the sound guitar, and when he heard the sound, his face did not reveal half, but a slight shock appeared in his eyes.

Then he turned his head and commanded the Six Elders and the King of Paris, and apologized to all the alchemists, including Ningfan.

“Sorry, there have been some changes in Ji Shuicheng. The elder did not know how to deal with it, so the Emperor returned to deal with it. ”

“The Emperor has temporarily left the Bamboo Realm, and there are two elders who will be responsible for protecting the masters. When the Emperor finishes his duties in the city, he will return here to collect the masters and return to the Bamboo Palace. In the meantime, we invite the masters to work together to diagnose and treat the causes of Zhuzhu's illness, and to discuss a way to treat Zhuzhu's illness...”

The bamboo emperor did not say much to many people. He flashed directly. He returned and disappeared instantly.

He was not worried that the alchemists had plotted against Zuzhu or that Zuzhu had harmed them.

He planted countless seals with his own hands, enough to seal the ancestral bamboo tree spirit and not let the tree spirit harm the Dan master here.

He left the Six Elders and the King of Paris watching over the Alchemists, all of whom, although they had other tree seas, were brothers of purification and deification, unable to haunt under the eyes of the two elders.

The bamboo emperor... is gone!

In the moment of the Bamboo Emperor's departure, the anxiety that has always haunted Fan's heart was the culmination of this moment!

At this moment, unprecedented bizarre unrest is unfolding in Jishuicheng.

At this moment, in the Bamboo Realm, there is also a huge transformation!

“Death!”

The King of Paris suddenly had red eyes, his right palm flashing, turned into a bloody tiger claw, a claw striking, pressing towards the vest of the six elders!

This claw power is like a blow in pieces!

Under a sneak attack, the six elders, Ling Bamboo, were defenceless and were directly hit by a Palais King claw and severely injured, falling into the sky like a broken kite.

It was so easy to stabilize the shape, Ling Bamboo swallowed the sweet blood between his throats and looked furiously at the King of Paris.

“Elder Eight, what do you mean! ”

Shortly after the Bamboo Emperor's departure, the King of Paris stormed out and badly wounded the Six Elders. He seemed prepared to do so, as if he had already known that the bamboo emperor would leave a void for him to attack the Six Elders...

He had always thought that the King of Paris had made all sorts of strange moves just because he had plotted against one person.

As soon as the bamboo emperor left, he cautioned against the king of Paris and feared that the king of Paris would unite the six elders against him.

But it never occurred to Ningfan that he was not the first to sneak up on the King of Paris, but rather Lingbamboo, the same elder!

Instead of thinking about the motive of the King of Paris, Ling Bamboo, who had been attacked in secret, was shocked and stunned.

Ling Bamboo couldn't figure out why the King of Paris had to attack him, he had no grudges with the King of Paris!

And if the King of Paris strikes Ning Fan, it is only a personal vendetta. Even if Ning Fan was killed, the bamboo emperor would only blame Paris for a few sentences, and would not cure the sins of the king.

But if it was the King of Paris who attacked him as the Eight Elders, his nature would be different.

Hurt Bamboo Palace colleagues. In any case, the Bamboo King will not spare the King of Paris!

“Why are you attacking my husband? Give him a reason!” Ling Bamboo enraged.

While talking, Lingzhu delayed, secretly swallowed the medicine to heal the injuries, recovered the injuries in the body, and cautioned against the next attack by the King of Paris.

“Reason... the king, by order of his master, must destroy the cultivation of this kingdom, unseal the spirit of the ancestral bamboo, release the evil beast, cover the eastern bamboo, destroy the bamboo palace! That's why the king did it. You can die! ”

In the eyes of the King of Paris, a mortal killer rose, laughing as if he were a ruthless killer.

But in his deepest eyes, he hid a glimmer of struggle and pain... he didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to betray Bamboo Palace, he didn't want to embarrass Paris, but he couldn't control his body!

His body obeys the commands of his Lord, killing everyone here, his heart is irresistible!

He's manipulated like a puppet. Everything he says and does is under the watchful eye of his Lord...

He's not even in the same position as a puppet... who has no memory, no grief.

He has memories, consciousness!

He was manipulated as a puppet, killing all his tribes, and causing all his tribes to become puppets. At that moment, he was in pain!

By the command of his Lord, he sent a man to assassinate Ningfan.

However, he remained conscious that the master's orders had not been fully implemented and that none of the assassins sent had the strength to kill Ningfan.

He sent the killers, just the ones who died.

Those assassins, all puppets, are his people, like him, manipulated by people who never die!

He sent people to die for only one motive... so that the people who became puppets could be freed after death!

Once again, the King of Paris looked to Ningfan, and a hint of begging appeared in his eyes.

He wanted to ask Ning Fan to kill him and set him free, except that he could not speak against his will.

He has sent out a number of battle posts, suggesting that Fan would kill his people, kill himself...

At this moment, the mind of the King of Paris clearly thinks of dying in the hands of Ningfan and fleeing the fate of this puppet of life.

But his body rushed towards Ling Bamboo without listening. He raised his hand to sacrifice a huge grinding disc magic treasure and vowed to kill Ling Bamboo here!

“Die! Though you are an invincible cult, you are delusional to kill such broken monks as your husband! ”

Ling Bamboo laughed furiously, raising his hand to sacrifice a golden dust, ready to strike back against the King of Paris.

A single alchemist dared not go out of the atmosphere, backsliding thousands of miles over the long sky, only to be fought by the two of them.

The feeling of anxiety in Ningfan is getting stronger and stronger.

At the moment when Ling Bamboo celebrated the golden dust, Sun Yu, who had been quiet, suddenly rushed behind Ling Bamboo.

He held a silver jade Jane and suddenly crushed it.

The next moment, in the silver jade Jane, flew out the illusion of an old man with silver hair.

At the moment when the silver-haired old man appeared, the warning sign in the heart of Ningfan reached its peak!

The silver-haired old man didn't even look at Ningfan. Perhaps in his view, it was not Ningfan, but Lingzhu who needed to be killed most immediately.

“Tribute, puppet! ”

The silver-haired old man pointed at Ling Bamboo vest, his appearance was greatly unexpected!

The silver-haired old man's fingers turned into countless thin silver lines and stabbed into the flesh and blood of Ling Bamboo vest!

At the moment of stabbing Ling Bamboo vest, those fine lines seemed to be all blood-sucking leeches, sucking violently inside Ling Bamboo, sucking away half the power of its Numen alive!

Ling Bamboo had been badly injured, suddenly losing half the power of the Yuan God, the breath immediately subsided.

He painfully provoked Dusty Fabo to defeat the Paris King's grinder, turn around and look at the silver-haired old man!

“The sky... is you... who came here today, not knowing who your twelve gods are...”

“You, don't need to know! ”

The silver-haired elderly dragged the silver wire, completely sucking the power of Lingzhu Yuanjin.

The next moment, Ling Bamboo eyes became hollow, turned into a walking corpse walking puppet, and fell on his knees on the long sky to the silver-haired old man.

Ling Bamboo was unwilling. Deep in his soul, there was a strong unwillingness. He was unwilling to kneel down to the sky!

But his will could not be conveyed to the body, and at the moment of becoming a living puppet, he had become a puppet in the sky, with no possibility of rebellion...

“He's... he's sky-high! It's the Puppet Emperor of the West Tree Sea! He has twelve broken distractions!” The tree lord was in shock.

“The Puppet... has been known for so long, I can't imagine anyone remembering it among the trees. ”

The silver-haired old man grinned coldly, prompting countless fine puppet lines between his fingers.

By his side, he stood three live puppets: King of Paris, Sun Yu and Ling Bamboo!

He stood with many alchemists, laughed and flew behind the silver-haired old man.

“Elder Wan, after that you need to use my medicine and soul to unlock the evil beast, at this moment you need to protect me well. You don't need me to kill the Alchemist here, do you?” Sincerely, Hong asked.

“You don't have to do it, there's an old man sitting in a broken town, enough to sweep across! ”

And suddenly the eyes of the old man with silver hair swept toward Ningfan, grinning.

“You, Lu Bei? Are you the one who got Fujiwaru? The old man is curious, with the cultivation of the virtual realm in your district, how to capture the vine fiber of the virtual realm. Your strength is not weak, is it?

puff! puff! puff!

At a moment when the sky laughed, countless fine silver lines suddenly appeared at the feet of all the alchemists.

A five-spin, six-transfer alchemist, with no chance of resistance at all, was stabbed in the body by fine lines.

In just one moment, all alchemists except Ningfan were wiped out by the sky, the Yuan God and the demon soul became immortal puppets!

Only Ning Fan, at the moment of the appearance of the fine line, seemed to feel, and flew away.

At the same time, black magic flames surrounded the area, burning all the fine lines close to them into ash, avoiding the possibility of being puppeted by the sky.

Though he escaped a blow, he was never too shaken up in the heart.

If he had just backed off a little bit and half, he would have been refined into a puppet like any other Dan master in an instant!

He glanced at the silver-haired old man with an unprecedented gaze.

This man is the sky, the madman of the Bloodlust 10,000 years ago...

From the words of the Lord of the Sea Tree, it was better to know that the sky had twelve broken myths, and the one in front of it was one of the twelve...

This Long Sky Divine Talent is so alive and scary, what a divine Talent!

“Oh, you blocked my husband's blow? Interesting. But I wonder if you can stop it from blowing...”

Long Sky sneered, pulled the thin line between the fingers, and removed a pure bottle of magic from the sky.

The next moment, in the distant ancestral bamboo, suddenly came a fierce bloodthirsty roar.

A drop of flaming red liquid is in the purified bottle treasure.

As the pure bottle poured, the red liquid dripped onto the giant bamboo, and the seal on the whole bamboo suddenly burned and then burned!

At this moment, the insane tree spirits sealed in the ancestral bamboo... escape from poverty!

On the entire ancestral bamboo, countless branches are turned into demonic hands, and on countless bamboo leaves grow demonic eyes.

Ancestral bamboo pulls up, turns into a giant tree demon, and has the cultivation of a broken triple heaven!

At the moment of his exorcism, he knelt down in the direction of the sky!

He, too, is a puppet in the sky!

Ten thousand years ago, the ancestral bamboo tree spirit was insane, it was not insane, it was just the process of being puppeted by the sky!

“Hail Hung, Ling Bamboo, Paris, Sun Yu, Er and others to unlock the four fierce beasts sealed under the Bamboo Realm! My husband will take this tree demon of the three realms and make friends with Lu Bei Xiao! Slowly, kill him! ”

...

Right now, in Jishuicheng, it's a mess!

Countless monks have killed each other and bled to death!

Eleven similarly silver-haired elderly people, hiding in various parts of Makino, watched this mutilating play with cold eyes.