Grasping Evil

The hardest way to start things off, the hardest step for Kozi to restore is to restore the first strand of magic.

If you have the first strand of magic, you can live two, two, three, three, ten thousand.

Ningfan swept his sleeves and suddenly a pile of mountain crystals appeared on the summit.

He bent over and held a Taoist crystal in his hand, finely feeling the vast flow of heavenly and earth elements in the Taoist crystal.

For monks before restitution, Immortal Jade, Dao Jing have only a few simple uses: acting as a currency, forming a refiner, etc.

For the monks after the restoration, after the restoration, the Magic Kozi can directly absorb the heavenly and earth forces in the Immortal Jade, the Dao Crystal, to restore the Magic Force, even to improve the repair to.

A Taoist crystal is equivalent to five million immortal jades, and contains elements that are eye-catching.

After crushing the realm of fiction, the main way to improve is to gradually not take Dan medicine, but absorb the power of Daojing.

“Yuan will...”

Ningfan closed his eyes and slowly absorbed the forces of heaven and earth within the Taoist crystal.

As the force absorbs, the glittering glow on the crystal diminishes and dries to pieces after the force is completely depleted.

Ningfan absorbs the force within the Taoist crystal, merging the force with the power in the body.

Gradually, a strand of armor magic within the Ningfan Immortal Vein began to change.

It's like the ocean is evaporating, and ultimately there's only countless salts left on the seabed.

It's like fogging into water, water condensing into ice.

It's like the wind falls into the sand and the soil piles into the mountains.

It's like the seed sprouts and grows into an ancient tree, flowering results.

It was a subtle and indescribable feeling, a thousand nails of magic, like scattered silk thread, gradually rubbed into an extremely thin rope.

That rope, that's Yuan Hui Magic!

But this strand of magic is about to take shape, but suddenly it loosens up and turns back into Koshi magic.

Failed.

“The first strand of magic is the hardest to build...”

Ningfan didn't have half the color of Tang, settled his heart, took another Tao Jing, tried to return to the original.

One failed, one attempt.

In the seventh floor of Baota, it's ten years since Fan stayed here.

For 10 years, he tried to restore 20,000 yuan, consumed 20,000 crystals, and finally cultivated the first strand of magic.

The temperament of Ningfan changed very noticeably at a moment when Thousand Gears were transformed into Yuan Dynasty.

He still looks like a young man, but his breath has a hint of antiquity.

He opened his palms and a white air immediately came out, turning into a drop of rain.

This drop of rain is exactly the form of a one-way magic force.

If Fan returns to the original by the method of return of Rain Ancestor, then the magic will naturally follow the Rain Emperor and become rain.

And this drop of rain contains the understanding and understanding of rain in the life of Ningfan.

Looking at the raindrops in the palm of his hand, Fan suddenly understood, and realized the true intention of Kozi's return.

It is man who is possessed of the magic of the nail.

Huaiyuan knows magic, is a fairy.

When manicuring manicure, the master is practicing one form of manicure.

When Yuan can practice magic, it is not just magic, but more about cultivating his own way.

Mortal cultivation, immortal cultivation, self-treatment, performances in the way...

Ning Fan sighed and shook up the rain in his palms, the first metaphorical magic that took him 10 years of hard work to condense.

“Rain, which is the way of Rain Joe, is not my way, my way, it is not rain... although I can use Rain Joe's method of restitution to restore Koko, but this is the power of restitution, but there is a disagreement with my way... rain, undesirable. ”

“My way, a butterfly, is that unquenched obsession. ”

“The so-called restitution is to melt into the law through the power of the crystal, and restitution is restored, so it is. ”

Ning Fan clapped his hands and brought in another crystal to absorb refining.

This time, he slightly changed Yuzu's method of attribution, preserving the three forces of Yuzu's method, but incorporated his way into the method.

Another decade has passed.

After spending 20,000 crystals, Ningfan succeeded in restoring the first wafer of magic.

He opened his palms, and this time the magic form of the regeneration was black butterfly.

Black, it's his obsession!

“It's still a little short...”

Ningfan scattered the black butterfly again, starting again from scratch and returning from scratch.

One year, two years, three years... another decade later, Ningfan cultivated the magic of the Yuan Guild for the third time.

He spread his hand open, this time cultivated the form of magic, still black butterfly, but only to read, the black butterfly turned into white butterfly. Once again, the butterfly turns half black and half white...

Black, his obsession.

White, gentle he couldn't get rid of.

But he is not a pure demon, but he is a sinking demon. He is not pure magic cultivator, not pure sword cultivator, not pure alchemist, not someone who can be easily characterized.

Him, just Ningfan!

If he loses his white, his blackness becomes meaningless.

If he loses the black, he loses the means to protect the white.

“Me, that's me, yin and yang, not evil, that's my way. ”

“The first strand of magic is done, the rest is easy, refine! ”

Ningfan snuffed a few pieces of crystal and swallowed them.

Over the course of the day, more and more Koshi magic has been converted into Yuan Hui magic, and the breath around Ningfan has become more and more intense.

Nearly 125 million koshers of magic eventually turned into 57,870 canons of magic.

The quantity has decreased, but the quality has improved terribly.

Just to restore the magic power, Ningfan's fighting power is at least 50% stronger than before the return.

He still has 170,000 crystals in front of him.

Now that he has succeeded in returning to power, he can barely absorb the power of the Taoist crystal to enhance the power of the Yuan Dynasty.

Ordinary returning monks and broken monks devour ten dao crystals, which can enhance the power of the Monarchy.

Normally, the power of a broken heavenly monk is between 50,000 yuan and 100,000 yuan.

Ningfan swallowed up all the crystals and, with the help of the ancient divine know-how, increased the power twice that of ordinary people.

Forty years later. After Ningfan refined all the Taoist crystals, the magic power reached 75,500 yuan.

The magic power reaches this point, which is even higher than the usual old monster of a broken day.

Ningfan looked at herself and slightly felt the state of the moment.

At this moment, although he did not move into the shattered realm, he was placed in the realm of restitution alone, absolutely incomparable.

Although he is still a returning monk, he is a little stronger than the average old broken monster.

Ning Fan himself, today if he rains against the rainfall of the Seven Princes in the realm, even if he does not play the baseboard magic, there is a great chance of winning directly.

And if he enters the shattered realm, I'm afraid once he enters, he can break the realm into invincible pieces!

“Restitution has been made, and what I am now poor at is just broken, broken, broken, broken, literally, to let the Brothers break the void. The word" void "does not refer to the void of foreign objects. In my opinion, it refers precisely to the false and vague path in the heart of the Brother. Only by sweeping away these vagues can it be broken. ”

Ning Fan had succeeded completely. He closed his eyes and looked back at the path he had always walked.

Wu Guo's past, Vietnam's pursuit, the endless killing of the sea... a scene, gathered in the heart, when looking back to the past, that the path walked is his way.

Only on this path, there is still regret and confusion.

From Wu Guo, from the monastery of Vietnam, he walked step by step, and the path he walked turned into a circle.

Pushing veins, melting spirits, golden dancing, ex-baby, deification, purification... step by step practice, nothing is going to make up for this circle.

And the crushing of the void is to break this circle, above it.

Today's Ningfan, though he walked through all the boundaries before the shattering, did not make that full.

There is still a crack in the circle, which can only be broken once it has been filled.

Once upon a time, Mu Weiliao, the crane of this life was lost in Ning Fan's heart, but when he found the three slightly cooler souls, it became a firm belief in the resurrection of the slightly cooler.

Once upon a time, Niehuang Gao's figure was confused in Ningfan's mind, but now Ningfan, one step at the top of the first monastery, has the strength to fight against Niehuang one step at a time, which is not enough to worry about.

The last confusion in his heart was the failure to recover his parents and perform the unfulfilled filial piety.

“There's one thing I've never been as good as Tang Yi... is that Tang Yi is a ‘man', and I'm still not a complete ‘man’. My path is not complete, so it cannot be broken...”

“Now I am powerful enough to break through the void, and I have more than enough. But the reason for not being broken is the last regret in my heart because it is still there. ”

“After this unfortunate erasure, the circle is full and the shattered fingers can wait...”

On the seventh floor of Baota, Ningfan painstakingly repaired 170 years, finally returning to success and seeing himself break through the broken path.

After a few months of rest, he will return to the steady realm and begin to break through a pint of rain.

Ningfan beat the storage bag, took out the fruit of the ancestral bamboo tree spirit, swallowed it, and began refining.

This fruit, worth a thousand tree ancestral fruits, is quite enough to break through a pint of rain!

Rain is slightly elevated, rather than surrounded by sky and green rain.

From three, to two, to one...

When the rain meant to break through a pint, the flesh suddenly broke apart and turned into light rain!

Rain is a delicacy, it can even become rain!

Those who can fix the rain to one taste, there is none in the rain world, and none in the nine worlds.

There may be more than four days, and there is absolutely not much to go to, and a rainy one, at least a cactus!

Light rain condensed into a young man in white, Ningfan.

Ning Fan's fist, with his current strength and rainfall, will spread the notion to the whole of Zhongzhou to find his mother, but the last regret in his heart!

After devouring the tree spirit fruit, Ningfan patted the storage bag and took out the bamboo palace ancestral bamboo, the vine palace ancestral vine.

Both of them are wood walking treasures. If you swallow them, the wooden walking body of Ningfan Xiao Pentagon will definitely improve greatly.

“Silly brother, this ancestral bamboo and ancestral vine is a rare treasure. If you swallow it, I'm afraid it will be enough.” In the mind comes the laughter of Lo Yi.

“I hope so. ”

Ningfan turned and applied the incarnation technique, turned into a green worm, attached to the ancestral bamboo, and began to devour a bite of silkworm.

The cynomolgus phase of the incarnation was found in the myriad secrets of the Vine Palace, and transformed into this incarnation, the efficiency of phagocytosis of wood spirits will be greatly improved.

Woodworking's physique improves step by step and gradually becomes full.

Two percent, three percent, four percent...

Ningfan's Little Five Walkers are gradually promoted, and his refinery realm is gradually promoted.

Late ancient magic cultivation of the Barbarian demon is moving towards the peak of the Barbarian demon.