Grasping Evil

Ningfan looked like a sculpture, sitting on the shore of the island, and the tattoos didn't move.

But when the water waves slightly moved, the dragon bait had been eaten by the dragon's soul.

Ningfan was not in a hurry to catch the dragon's soul, he simply repeatedly threw wires, bait, throw rods, and let the dragon bait be eaten again.

His eyes grew deeper and deeper as if he could see the satisfied expression of a dragon soul beneath the water.

“Bait, is it good...” preferred to say to herself with some sigh.

Half a day has passed since the second day of the General Assembly.

And the night came, and the moon was twilight, and it was better for Fan to strike white, and sit alone in the night.

With the last few moments left, he threw all the lures directly into the water, causing several underwater dragon souls to compete and fight.

Dragon bait is depleted and he does not go to buy dragon bait, just hanging empty hooks and waiting all the time.

Without the dragon bait, the dragon soul finally waited for no fruit, and then scattered. There are no more dragon bite hooks, no more dragons to disturb Ningfan's mood.

The dragon soul here seems to have kept its mouth shut, knows the benefits of the dragon bait, and knows that Ningfan has no more dragon bait.

The dragon souls swam to the island where the other monks were located and began to steal their lures.

Some of the successes, some of the failures, the losers, are naturally caught.

This evening, many of the participating monks had their harvests, mostly from Bainingfan.

This has nothing to do with Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's heart seems to have turned into a soft water wave without a hint of rippling.

He looked at the dragon souls who had thrown themselves into the net and seemed to see himself, to the benefit of the artistic life.

On the first day, he went crazy fishing for dragons and could easily decide the death of the dragon's soul.

On the second day, he pardoned the dragon's immortality and baited it to determine the life of the dragon's soul.

But most of my life, it's still a dead end...

This is like a monastery, heaven can easily decide people to die, and then use eternal life and Dao Zhen as bait to lure people into monastery.

No one without bait can escape life and death.

Bait's immortal, self-righteous, but most people still have a falling day.

The first step of monasticism is limited by the number of years of life, and the second step of monasticism is limited by the number of days of robbery.

As long as they remain confined to the heavens and the earth, they are not truly beyond their confinement.

A fairy is a man who stands on a mountain, but even when he stands on a mountain, there is still a sky above him, and there is still a earth beneath his feet... and this mountain is still trapped in the cages of heaven and earth...

The bait players are fishermen, and the bait players are swimmers.

At this moment, Ningfan Palm Bait, he is the fisherman, the dragon souls fought for the bait, died by the bait.

If the bait is taught, the fish are born as dragons, competing with each other, and the heavens and the earth are fishermen.

I'd rather look up at the sky and be silent.

If the heavens and the earth are fishermen, if the longevity and the way are really bait, he will not learn most people, rush for bait, die for bait.

He didn't want to be a slaughtered fish, he didn't want to be caught, he wanted to be a fisherman.

“To be a fisherman, you must first understand the path of fishing... when the fisherman hides in the river, clothes the bait in the invisible, kills in silence...”

At this moment, Ning Fan's eyes rose with a bright light, false and real, and alive and dead.

And his body, gradually fading, his rods, his fishing lines, his hooks, they all fade...

At night, at dawn, Ningfan's body has faded like a mirage.

Late in the third night, Ningfan's body completely disappeared into the eyes of everyone.

“Uh, where's Taoist Shiragi?” A few broken old strange surprises.

The outbreak of the first day, the silence of the second day, the disappearance of the third...

The first two days of action were to understand the path of fishing and prepare for the third day.

Ordinary people don't know where Fan went.

More than five monks can see that Ningfan actually didn't go anywhere, still sat there, but only hid his figure, and hid the fishing rod together, which is just not visible to ordinary people.

Only three dispersed demons can see that Ningfan has undergone three incredible changes in the process of invisibility.

The body of Ningfan is from truth to falsehood, from fiction to life, from life to death... the body transforms between falsehood, the breath wanders between life and death.

He sat here, but seemed to merge with the whole dragon pond, as if it didn't exist, and smelled like a dead body.

Such a thing can be done by three scattered demons who share their souls, but it will never be more perfect than Ningfan.

Fan Fan seems to have disappeared.

Apart from the Yin and Yang forces on the hook, Yin and Yang Er Long will not even notice. Here, someone set the hook and waited for them to hook up.

Ningfan does not need other dragon bait, draw the purest Yin and Yang force directly from the Yin and Yang lock, import it into the fishing rod and pass it over the hook.

For Yin and Yang Dragons, the power of Yin and Yang will be more tempting than any dragon bait.

At first, they didn't dare to hook up. After all, they sensed the presence of Ningfan. They wanted to eat dragon bait, but they didn't dare to say anything.

When Ning Fan went into hiding, Erlong no longer concealed his desire and fought under the dragon pool for that very pure power of yin and yang.

Ningfan is still waiting. When Erlong fights the key, let him catch Erlong with a one-in-two hook!

The first day's dragon fishing score is normal play.

Wasting hundreds of dragon baits and releasing hundreds of dragon souls on the second day is the key to enlightening the fishing path.

Lay the yin and yang bait, have purple luck and wait in the dark.

Once Yin Yang Er Long lets go of his guard and begins to fight, and begins to swallow bait, he can build a success.

“There's something strange about how old Shiraki didn't get anything from the second day...”

“Do you think Old Shiragi won't want to fish for ordinary dragon souls and fish for the legendary Yin Yang Dragon soul? ”

“Don't be ridiculous, Daoyang Dragon soul has not been fished out for millions of years, how can Ancestor Shiragi find bitterness to fish for such a difficult Yin and Yang Dragon soul? ”

On the jade table on all sides of the dragon pond, many monks whispered.

All nine demon emperors are silent, and the minds of all are concentrated on Ningfan.

He Xiu discovered Ningfan's behavior with a sense of consciousness. His eyes were a little intolerant.

“What the hell is Shiraki doing?”

“By the way, why is Yin Long Yang Long so difficult to fish for... the luck of this road is so close to purple, and the dragon bait still uses the secret medicine, it still can't catch Yin Long Yang Long...”

“Without the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball, the level of drawing would be very dangerous. Trouble...”

Halfway through the third day, this last night passed, and the Dragon Fishing Conference ended.

It has been less than half a day since Ho Shih was in such a hurry.

He used to fish for Yin Long Yang Long with confidence, but today, that confidence has long been consumed.

“Is it true that even the semi-purple luck of Hondo is not enough to catch Yin Yang Er Long! ”

The night scattered a little, the sky bleached a little, and Joshua's heart sank a little.

Not only did the Dragon Fishing Congress not catch Yin Yang Er Long, it also caught fewer ordinary dragon souls than Ning Fan.

As a result, the cultivation was unacceptable but had to be accepted.

“In half an hour, the conference will be over... hateful, must you have first class luck to catch Yin Yang Er Long! ”

He suddenly glanced at himself as he was talking to himself.

Instead of showing amazement, the entire dragon pond and countless monks on the four-sided jade table are shocked at this moment!

But I saw Ning Fan, who could not have been invisible, at this moment appeared!

And suddenly there was a brilliant aurora of light on the surface of the sea that had not ended!

Within that aurora, there is a power of the sun and the moon!

At the extreme of the dispersion of that force, the shadows and moons rose in the long sky, and the visions rose!

And the two angry dragon sounds, from the deepest part of the Dragon Pool, penetrate the pool water and spread throughout the Dragon Pool!

Ho!

“It's... it's the sound of the Yin Yang Dragon's soul! At the end of the Dragon Fishing Conference, someone caught the Yin and Yang Dragon Soul! Who is it?”

“It's Old Shiraki! He caught the soul of the Yin and Yang Dragons and caught the two dragons at once, but for the time being he was unable to successfully pull the Dragons out of the sea! ”

There are shouts everywhere.

He was stunned and seemed greatly shocked.

“Why does Shiraki catch Yin Yang Er Long? Is he really purple luck! ”

“Sin, what strength! ”

Ningfan pedaled the shore of the island and pulled Taigang, trying to pull the Yin Yang Erong caught out of the water, but could not pull it out.

Yin Yang Er Long is huge and still struggling, with great energy.

With Ningfan's strength, neither dragon can be caught at once.

The two dragons are extremely powerful, comparable to the Imperial Beast, dying and struggling, adding more strength.

“Zhenlong! ”

Ningfan quietly pushed a little dragon power on the hook, no one noticed.

After provoking the dragon god of Taigang fishing, Qi Qi, who was already yelling at the two dragons of Yin and Yang, screamed and was pulled out of the water by Ningfan smooth.

That's two 30,000 giant dragon souls, black and white!

Black Dragon is Yin Dragon, White Dragon is Yang Dragon!

The Second Dragon's eyes were frightened and elusive, and the dragon's body was severely injured by Zhenlongshen, and the dragon's blood flowed.

If it wasn't for the purpose of saving Erlong's soul and eating it, Ningfan could kill Erlong instantly by borrowing Taigong Fishing Spirit.

At this moment, the old emperor stood up, his eyes shocked and moved.

The other two scattered demons also rose, but looked at the Yin Yang Erlong with coveted colors.

In the presence of the old monsters, greedy eyes on Yin Yang Er Long are revealed, and it is not only these two dispersed demons.

Yin Yang Dragon's soul contains Yin Yang Dragon Ball. One dragon ball can boost 50,000 yuan of demonic power, and two are 100,000 demonic clubs.

Yin Yang Dragon Soul itself is only a pint of dragon soul, it is not worth mentioning.

The eyes are hot, the greed is there, but no one is fighting for the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball.

The Old Fox Emperor and the Old Red Emperor have been cultivated by scattered demons, swallowing dragon balls is useless.

In addition to the two dispersed demons, the other powerful people are photographed in the Yuan Palace, leaving the dragon's prestige, and they dare not take treasure from Ningfan.

It would be better if Fan's eyes were slightly relaxed and no one took the treasure.

He collected the fishing rod, removed the Yin and Yang Dragon balls from the two dragons and sealed the soul of the Dragon in a sealing pot.

Leaving the dragon has already divided the sea, protecting it from Ningfan, and no one can take Ningfan's treasure.

“Oh... unexpected, unexpected! It's really rare that no one has caught a Yin-Yang Double Dragon for millions of years, and someone has caught it again. ”

Old Fox Emperor and Old Red Emperor put away their coveted colors and sat back in their seats. Their faces have returned to normal.

The old emperor gradually closed his excitement and sat back in his seat with an uncovered smile on his face.

If Yin Yang Dragon Ball is picked up today, he can borrow Dragon Ball to heal his wounds. It would be better for him.

“This white wood's luck is really bad. It looks like it's mostly purple luck...” The old emperor is sighing and envious.

Purple luck is rare. If you have such strong luck, you will encounter more opportunities on the road than usual.

“He fished out the Yin Yang Dragon Ball...”

He preferred not to get such a treasure, but in any case, preferred to be the help of the little witch, who would go with him to get the picture.

I'd rather get Yin Yang Dragon Ball than break that level and reduce the difficulty. Perhaps, it's a good thing...

“If Yin and Yang Dragon Balls are fished out by me, how good should it be? This road is not far from breaking through the six realms. If there are dragon balls in...”

Cloud herd laughed at himself. He laughed at himself because he had never known Ningfan's luck was so powerful.

Leaving the dragon is very proud, and he is proud that his master has fished out the Yin and Yang Dragon Balls that countless people have dreamed of.

“My lord must be purple luck!” Leaving the dragon convinced.

At sunrise in the East, the last glimmer of night finally dissipated.

At dawn, the Dragon Fishing Congress was truly at an end.

Ningfan soothed his breath, kneeling on the floor, closed his eyes and waited for the end of the Dragon Fishing Conference.

He didn't keep fishing for dragons.

His luck is strong, there will always be dragon balls of dragon soul fishing almost, the rest of the dragon soul is scarce, and most of them have no dragon balls, no more fishing value.

Yin Yang Dragon Ball has been obtained, enough is enough.

With these two dragon balls, the risk is much smaller when helping the little witch draw.

Before leaving the demonic realm, you can use the power of these two dragon balls to completely repair the demon soul of the Elder Emperor and remove the old Emperor's human condition.

After taking the picture, if you swallow these two dragon balls, it will be better to repair them.

It is important to know that Ning Fan is an ancient god. For him, devouring a Yin Yang Dragon Ball can increase the Dynasty by 100,000 yuan, not 50,000 yuan.

“The Dragon Ball has arrived, it's almost time to leave the demonic world...”

Ningfan estimated the expiration time of Yixiandan, it should be just a few days, about time to leave.

On the four sides of the jade table, countless monks talked about the tide, and everything that was talked about was related to Ning Fan.

At this Dragon Fishing Congress, Ningfan had the highest number of dragon souls and dragon balls, and caught Yin Yang Dragon Balls, with unparalleled results.

On the eastern ledge, the mysterious man with the thick cloak, a jealous expression on his face at this moment.

“Damn, this fake white wood has caught so many dragon souls, so many dragon balls, even the yin and yang dragon balls that no one has been able to fish for millions of years... I am the real white wood, these things should belong to me! ”

Nobody knows that this hidden cloak man is the real Baiyu ancestor, Shiraki.

This person is a body of Qingyang, a body of Qiyang. There are no women who are unhappy. One voice does a lot of evil, and has been expelled from the people.

This person is low in combat strength, underpinned by strength at the same level, and is often abused and hunted down by others.

This man was hunted down by the Xuanhe clan chief and almost fell. During the healing process, the Huang Long people's Huang Longzi riding, mainly.

This person was prepared to rendezvous with Huang, reveal Ningfan's identity, and take all of Ningfan's opportunities with Huang's deterrence.

Starstone, crushed seven servants, everything he wanted to take away.

Unfortunately, the yellow dragon did not show up, and he did not dare to scream at Ningfan alone.

Watching Ningfan borrow his name again, he caught countless dragon soul dragon balls. His eyes were red and envious, but there was nothing he could do.

“Why hasn't the dragon come yet? If Dragon Zi is here, under his prestige, ask this fake white wood directly for Yin Yang Dragon Ball and star stone, fake white wood certainly won't dare to refuse, after all, who dares to defy the upper realm monk? ”

“Dragon Zi, Dragon Zi, why don't you come? If you don't come, the Dragon Fishing Conference is almost over. Fake white wood may be leaving...”

“Dragon, come on, let's grab all the fake white wood together! ”

“Dragon, come on, the Dragon Fishing Conference is almost over with the last incense! ”

“Dragon, where are you! Get back here! ”

The cloak man is really in a hurry.

He almost wanted to pray on his knees, anxious, and suddenly a giant dragon-shaped pattern appeared over the sky.

Deep yellow, the cloak man overjoyed in the midst of the pattern.

“This is the Lower Boundary Formula characteristic of the Huang Long Nation. I have seen the Dragon Son use it to reach the Lower Boundary, I have seen it! ”

“The dragon is here, the dragon is here with me against the fake white wood! Ha ha, finally got the dragon! ”

The man with the cloak laughed a few times and his eyes glistened.

Although the pattern has appeared, it still takes around 100 cents to truly deliver.

The cloak man can't wait. Anyway, there will be dragons leaning against the mountain. At this moment, his bottom breath is full. Even in the face of scattering demons, he dares to shout a few words.

“Shiraki, die for this seat! ”

He pretended to have a loud drink, used a double-dashed heaven cultivation, jumped from the Jade Taiwan, stood on the sky, stood high and watched the artistic life.

At this moment, the sky shocked the Huang Long clan's transmission pattern and surprised countless monks.

Many old strangers were surprised by the lower realm of the Huang Long people. Suddenly, a cloak jumped out of thin air. The words were arrogant and even let Ning Fan die.

“The demons of the Huang Long Clan are about to descend. Are they here to watch the Dragon Fishing Convention? ”

“Well, who is this cloak man, though he is a shattered old monster, but only a shattered double day, why dare you call Old Shiraki a board? ”

At the moment of the appearance of the lower realm of the Yellow Dragon clan, the old Emperor's eyes glimpsed, talking about purple hearts became nervous.

Talking about purple heart is nervous for Ning Fan, she knows that this time the Huang Long people came to the lower limit, most of them did not have good intentions, most likely to seek revenge for riding Huang.

“Are they here to deal with Senior Shiraki? No, Senior Shiraki is in danger...”

Talking about Purple Heart is worried for Ningfan, suddenly he heard a cloak man provoke Ningfan's voice, his eyes heaved.

“Who is this man? Why are you yelling at Senior Shiraki?" ”

At first sight, the yellow dragon clan's pattern appeared in the sky. His eyes were slightly surprised, but he was not overly concerned.

He naturally did not know that Ningfan had killed Dragon Zi to ride Huang. This group of Huang Dragon masters came towards Ningfan.

But when he saw a broken Second Brother speak wildly to Ningfan, he was furious with the dragon's eyes.

His master, can anyone provoke!

Ningfan stood up with a cold eye.

The Huang Long people's high-ranking subordinate boundaries, the reason need not be guessed, is mostly to multiply the yellow.

The master aunt of the Huang Long Nation, regardless of who the cloak man is, why is he provoking himself for no reason whatsoever?

Leaping in shape, he preferred to fly to the cloud, separating himself from the cape man and looking at each other.

“Who are you!” asked Ningfan.

“Who am I? Haha, who do you think I am, who do you think I can be! ”

The cloak man suddenly laughed and opened the cloak violently.

“Who do you think I am, and I want to ask you who you are! I am Baiyu ancestor Baiwood, what do you want to dive into Tianyuan City like me! Give me three breaths, give me all the dragon souls you've caught, the dragon balls and the ten star stones you've earned, and give me your seven broken slaves, and I'll spare you the sin of impersonation. Otherwise, when the upper realm arrives in Yellow Dragon Zi, you fake white wood will surely die! ”

As he spoke, his eyes continued to flash with blue light, with fiery yang power.

His words entered the ears of countless people, making many of them look strange.

Ningfan is fake white wood? This cloak man is the real white wood?

Whoever is true and who is false, the people do not know. All they know is that it is a foolish act for a broken monk to run to provoke Ningfan.

Ningfan himself can sweep the realm of the two worlds, and the seven servants are more closely related to the Yuan Palace.

Whether or not it's white wood, it's not the man with the cloak who can provoke it.

Ning Fan wanted to shoot the cape man with his hands up, but when he saw the blue sun in the man's eyes, his eyes looked slightly.

“This is... the body of the green yang! ”

How can you ignore the fact that one more body of seven yangs came to the door, treading on the iron shoes and looking for nothing?

But listening to this cloak man, this man seems to be a real white wood, impersonating himself, is this man...

Much of the information is revealed in the words of Mahogany.

He knew Yellow and came here for the starstone...

Ningfan suddenly thought about one thing.

Before the slaughter of Huang on the same day, Huang firmly believed that he was not white wood, and asked for Baiyu starstone. There was a reason for this.

That the yellow and this real white wood, is a group, of course know that Ningfan can not be white wood anymore.

I just don't know if these Huang Long monks who borrowed the lower realm of the line are also with Mahogany.

However, it appears that Mahogany is not yet known to have died.

“Bold! The Dragon Fishing Convention hosted by the Yuan Palace, can't you be rude here! For your sake, if you leave, I will not hold you accountable for disrupting the General Assembly! ”

Elder Zhou Nan flew towards Ningfan with the four yuan palaces in pieces. He surrounded them with real white wood, and each one looked angrily at real white wood.

“Mother Hall? In this eye, what is the Yuan Palace? Wait till you know who owns this house! The owner of this throne is the dragon son of the Huang Long clan of the Hall of Fame - multiply by Huang! Gentlemen, if you look at the pattern above the sky, as many of you must know, this is the Lower Boundary pattern unique to the Yellow Dragon Nation... oh, the owner of this seat - with the Yellow Dragon Zi, will soon come to Tianyuan through the pattern, he, is here to help this seat against fake white wood! ”

The cape man's words make countless brothers stand up.

Whoever is real white wood, who is fake white wood, nobody cares. After all, white wood is not very fragrant, and its own reputation is very bad. If it is not strong, it will not let the name of white wood spread to the demonic realm.

But what people care about is that the cloak man is the demon servant of the dragon, and he hired Brother Huang to deal with Ningfan...

The heavenly pattern can't be faked, and most of the men in the cloak are telling the truth.

He really invited the Huang Long people to fight Ning Fan!

“I didn't expect such a change at the end of the Dragon Fishing Conference... real fake white wood, yellow dragons intervening...” some freak whispered.

Just starting to talk, all of a sudden all of a sudden the ravens are silent.

Because of the yellow dragon formations in the sky, at this moment, the glitter sparkles a million luminosities and condenses into a deep yellow gate.

The gateway opens, hundreds of Huang Long strong people walk out the gateway, and the leader is actually four dispersed demons!

“Who's Shiraki! ”

A scattered demon headed by a dirty yellow demon with white hair and a fierce anger in his eyes.

He drinks cold, the city is full of silence!

“Tell the demon that the dwarf is Shiraki! I don't know where Huang Longzi is. Why didn't you see him? ”

Mahogany walked across the sky with an incredibly proud expression and flew towards this large group of Huang Long mighty men.

That look seemed to want to show off to the mighty man all over town, how powerful he was on the hill.

“Four dispersed demons, four dispersed demons! Take so many people with you in Prince Huang, don't say robbing fake white wood, even if it's blood washing several demon palaces, it's an easy thing to do! ”

Shiraki was excited to go towards the demon, and did not realize how huge the killing machine was in the eyes of the demon.

“Are you Shiraki? Oh, how dare you ask my husband, how dare you kill me in Huang... I'd like to ask you who gave you the guts! My husband wants to tear you apart! ”

Demon armor scattered demons suddenly lifted their fingers, pointing one finger towards fake white wood.

This finger uses only three demonic powers, but enough to exterminate the Brothers of the Faulty Double Heaven ten times.

One finger, illusory yellow demonic fire, with infinite killing machines, directly scared the white face of real white wood.

“What's going on! What the hell is going on? The Huang Long people are strong, why did you attack me? How did this happen!!! ”