Grasping Evil

It's only two years away from the start of the graves.

At the end of Fang Shi on the first floor of the tomb, on the century-tall tomb monument, all rankings have been changed to the name of this tomb keeper eight years ago.

There are 4,175 tomb guards, and eight years later, many tomb guards have earned a lot of tomb power in the tomb.

Beneath the tomb monument, sometimes monks gather here to watch the ranking change on the tomb monument.

For each tomb keeper, the numerous tomb palaces on the fourth to sixth floors of the tomb are an excellent place to cultivate.

For tomb keepers, whenever a tomb palace is broken into, in addition to receiving rewards such as kung fu, crystals, and sherry, they also receive a certain amount of tomb power, which is recorded in the tomb guard order.

Grave power is of little use, and the only use is to measure the strength of the various tomb keepers slightly.

Under the tomb monument, a young man in white appeared quietly in the crowd, looking quietly at the rankings on the monument.

His presence was silent and few monks noticed his arrival.

The number one ranking, still King Changdong, has 4.7 million in graveyard power for this term.

Ranked second, it also has 3.3 million graves. It's a hundred-digit ranking, and it has at least tens of thousands of graves.

And his graves are still zero.

All of this, since his confinement for eight years, has not reached the tomb of God.

This young man in white has just arrived at the tomb of God.

Beside Ning Fan, there are several monks who are discussing the grave-ratio.

“The previous tomb compared to the first, because of the age of the bones, this cannot be referenced again, I do not know who will be able to achieve the first. In the opinion of the old man, most of the first part of this session will fall on the head of the shadow sect.” In the crowd, an old man of life spoke to the monks beside him.

“The Shadow Sect? You mean" Shadow Immortal King "Qin Yu? Senior Qin Yan does have a lot of hope to take the lead. After all, his cultivation has already broken through. In the middle of the year, compared to the last grave, he was included in Sanjia...”

“Zhang felt that the tomb was more important than the first, most likely falling on the disciple of the papal court, Xu Dao. In the middle of this man's journey into the Dujin Dynasty, there have been 10,000 loads of them, and to the best of the divine emperor's facsimile, his qualifications look at the Emperor's 300 disciples, even more than enough to be included in the top three, that word 'Dao’, is the name given by the divine emperor himself in praise of his qualifications...”

“Master Wang thinks that the 'Immortal King of Bones' has the biggest chance of winning the prince. The last tomb was a mistake, just an accident...”

“Vacant Apprentice - How about Moon Cold Fairy? Her lunar technique has now reached the ninth realm...”

A voice of discourse came into Ning Fan's ear. Gradually, there is a determination in the eyes, and it flashes away.

He won't give it to anybody!

“Two more years! ”

As he was in shape, he turned into a rainbow and went straight to the lower level of the tomb of God.

This time he came to the tomb for the sole purpose of finding the ancient inheritance of the last three layers of the tomb under orders of nothingness.

Of the first three floors, he had barely any stops and went straight to the fourth floor.

The elliptical light gate leading to the fourth floor was sent to the divine emperor, a non-divine monk, unable to convey.

But as soon as Ningfan took out the Tomb Watch and gave a trick to the token, the elliptical light door in front of him shivered slightly.

And he stepped out, borrowed directly through the door, and entered the fourth floor of the tomb.

The fourth floor is several times larger than the third, yet there are only 3,000 tombs on this floor.

Of these, 200 are heavenly graves, 800 are cemeteries, and the remainder are human graves that can be cultivated by the monks in closed confinement.

Immediately upon entering this floor, the mind of Ningfan dissipates, where almost all heavenly tombs are in a state of silence.

Beyond the cemetery, there are occasional mythical disciples or tomb keepers, who pay sectarian contributions or Taoist crystals and enter the palace.

On this floor, Ningfan, not wanting to stay long, retracted his mind and immediately flew towards the portal leading to the fifth floor.

It's just unexpected that no matter how he provokes the tomb guard, the portal is just a rumble, but it doesn't send him to the fifth floor of the tomb...

Outside this portal, there is a huge red cloud, over the red cloud, sitting a red-faced old man in the early days of Watson.

Hearing the bursting noise coming from the side portal, the red-handed old man glanced slightly and frowned and asked Ningfan.

“Are you the tomb keeper? ”

“Yes.” replied Ning Fan, looking deeply at the old man.

“You don't have an ungodly disciple in you?” The old man asked.

“No.”

“What's the graveyard worth? ”

“There is no graveyard...”

“If you only hold a Grave Warrant, the Grave Power is less than 100,000 and you are not eligible to enter the fifth floor! Didn't anybody ever tell you that? You, back off! Stay on the first four floors to save enough graves and open the portal here! ”

The old man closed his eyes unhappily and was arrogant, ignoring Fan.

He is one of four hundred and eighty elders of the Divine Imperial Palace. Although the ranking of elders is backward, he is also a big identity, and he is more authentic in his own right.

Nowadays, it is the elders guarding the doors here.

In his eyes, Ningfan was nothing but a ghost. He was only a junior. He did not hesitate to talk too much nonsense to Ningfando.

Without paying attention to the attitude of the elderly, Fan preferred to look at the grave guard in his hand and frown slightly.

As soon as the trick was laid out, his name and graveyard merit were immediately displayed behind his tomb guard order.

Tomb power, still zero... listen to this red-handed old man, without 100,000 tomb power, you can't enter the fifth floor of the tomb...

“It's troublesome... so you have to save the graves in this fourth floor before you can move on to the next...”

Ning Fan's figure swung and immediately turned into a stream of light, flying directly toward a fourth heavenly tomb.

As far as Ningfan knows, in the fourth floor, a grave can be cleared to earn a graveyard power of about 100 points at a time. And clearing a heavenly tomb earns 10,000 or tens of thousands of graves...

Now that you must save 100,000 graves, it would be better if you went straight to break through a few heavenly graves.

Feeling the direction of Ningfan's flight, the red-handed old man immediately opened his eyes, first a slight shock, then a cold hum, not a scream,

“Trying to break into the tomb? With his ghost peak? This son of a bitch is thinking about graveyard merit. Crazy! The old man lost to the tomb master's illusion... how can he break into the tomb to succeed! ”

...

The fourth floor of the tomb, the Purple Thunder Tomb!

There were 200 heavenly graves in the fourth floor, most of them in silence at this moment, only the last few, not yet silent, can still be opened.

The remaining tombs, the most difficult in the fourth floor, would not have been breached by today.

To open the Purple Thunder Cemetery, everyone must pay a million crystals, and fixing the limit is the beginning of Watson.

Outside the Purple Thunder Tomb Palace, at this moment, one hundred and seventy and eighty monks gathered in four teams, each side sitting on the floor.

These four teams of monks are either busy restoring their powers or healing their injuries.

Most of these monks are tombkeepers, and some, though not tombkeepers, are maestroids.

Four teams of horses, each assembling forty and fifty named immortals, challenged the Purple Thunder Tomb Palace.

Four teams, four challenges, all failures! Half the monks were injured during the challenge, even a few named fairies, evacuated too slowly and died directly inside the tomb...

“Motherfucker! Ma Lao Five, tell me, how could the tomb of the purple thunder be so terrible! Even if this tomb master's illusion had been repaired in the early days of Watson, it was finally something with low intelligence, how could it be so powerful! Thirty-two of us, 18 Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost, didn't take him down, but died a Taoist friend..." One of the leader of the team of brothers, a bareback man, with Ghost Ghost Peak cultivation, is scolding and complaining.

“If it weren't difficult, how could this tomb still be unbroken..." The head of the other team of brothers, an elderly Scar, was a long-suffering man.

His crew is even worse. Two men crashed into the tomb...

As the group repaired and shrugged, the light fell from the sky and landed directly at the door of the tomb of the tomb of the Purple Thunder.

Mindfulness swept the message of this tomb. After a slight indulgence, he immediately consecrated a million crystals, opened the tomb gate and stepped in.

“Another dead... ghost peak, dare to challenge this tomb alone..." before the light-bearing man immediately grinned.

Numerous of the monks here shook their heads, and no one thought that Fan could have broken through the tomb of Thunder by himself.

There is only one person here who recognizes Ningfan!

It is an elderly man in a yellow robe with a ghost peak cultivation. It is precisely Huang Xuanzi who was on the third floor of the Divine Tomb and had a side with Ningfan.

“This man may not be able to break into this tomb of purple thunder!” Huang Xuanzi stood up and looked in the direction of the tomb door, his eyes moving.

“With him, a ghost peak?” The light-bearing man was trying to turn his lips against Huang Xuanzi. The next moment, he shook his face and revealed his face!

Ningfan stepped into the tomb door but took three breaths. The scream of the tomb master's illusion immediately came out of the tomb palace.

Fifth breath, that scream begins to exhaust.

Seventh breath, that scream completely stopped.

Tenth breath, the tomb door opened, Ningfan held Purple Resheli, stepped out of the tomb door and returned to the outside world!

The Purple Thunder Tomb Palace, a little bit in silence...

Silence is being broken...

At this moment, all the monks here are shocked and seem to see something incredible!

At this moment, this is Huang Xuanzi, who has confidence in Ning Fanda, also has a big chin, can't believe the scene in front of him!

At this moment, the red-faced old man sitting on the red cloud, in shock, lost his voice,

“Ten cents! It took only 10 breaths to kill Watson's purple thunder tomb owner! Here, here! ”

A strong shock appeared in the minds of the red-faced old man, who had previously disdained Ning Fan, not only swept away, but immediately turned into a strong awe.

When the red-faced old man asked himself, he did his best, and he was not an opponent of the purple thunder tomb master, but Fan killed the purple thunder tomb master within ten breaths. This strength is simply beyond the reach of the red-faced old man!

While all eyes were on Ning Fan, Ning Fan was still in shape and flew again towards another unsettled tomb not far away.

This time, it was still only 10 breaths, and Ningfan broke through the second heavenly tomb, and then walked into the third, fourth, and fifth heavenly tombs.

After breaking through nine heavenly tombs in a row, Ningfan immediately leaped and flew towards the portal leading to the fifth floor.

Two hundred heavenly tombs on this fourth floor, all of which are now in silence.

Having broken through nine heavenly graves and awarded a total of 170,000 graves, with this number of graves, he was able to open the portal and enter the fifth floor.

As for the nine four-star Sherry awarded by the Nine Heavenly Graves, Ningfan is not overly valued.

Then came Fan to the portal, and this time, how dare the red-handed old man slacken before him, and stand up and give him a fist, and do good deeds?

“How dare you ask your name? Gravekeepers of what power? ”

“Starfish, Ningfan. ”

In a faint tone, he immediately stepped into the portal and disappeared.

The red-handed old man's face changed again after he heard the news.

“Starfish! He's the tomb keeper of the King of War Roth's house! This Gravebeat, the King of War Luo's family sent this man, will definitely get a great rank. With this person's strength, it's not difficult to break into the first 20! ”

“Ningfan, Ningfan, the name is so familiar, by the way, it's him! ‘Qianqiu Demon' Ningfan, eight years ago, the man with a sword who frightened ‘Blood Slave’ Yuan Maniac! He is also the one who learned the art of bombing and slaughtered Baixian in Yao Zongxing! It's him! If you add the art of bombardment, it's not hard for this man to break into the tomb than the top five! It's more likely to get this grave than the first! ”

...

The fifth floor of the tomb is home to a thousand graves, 500 graves and a hundred graves.

As soon as he entered the fifth floor, Ningfan, without saying anything, flew towards the portal to the sixth floor.

There is also a doorman at this level of the portal. This man is an elderly sword practitioner, with Watsujin medium-term cultivation.

Ningfan tried slightly, and with 170,000 tomb power, it could not be transferred to the sixth floor.

“Grave power is less than 500,000, unable to enter the sixth floor..." the sword cultivator next to him, suddenly fading his mouth.

However, he was not as arrogant as the red-handed old man, but did not pay too much attention to Ning Fan. Just say it. Close your eyes immediately and continue practicing.

“Half a million, right...”

As soon as Ningfan had swept the tomb palace, he flew towards one of the unsettled tombs.

In the fifth floor of the world, 17 heavenly graves have not yet been broken into.

Beyond each tomb, there are a number of monks gathered to challenge the tombs after gathering a horse and gathering 50 men.

The fifth floor of the tomb, Snowdemon Heaven Tomb!

Beyond the heavenly tomb, there is a team of monks ready to break into the tomb at this moment. The leader of this team of brothers is a half-step brother-in-law.

“Good, I've been waiting for 50 Daoists, but finally I'm starting to attack this Snowdemon Tomb. Now, the old man introduces the tomb master. ”

“The phantom snowdemon in this tomb, cultivated in the early days of Watson, is good at snowblowing. Without the treasure of the Ice Guard, it may be difficult to resist its attacks...”

The chief of the monk did not finish his speech, and suddenly saw that Ning Fanfang rainbow descended from the sky and opened the tomb door directly, seemingly trying to snatch the tomb in front of them.

For a moment, the chief of the monk looked so pale, he groaned coldly.

“Where did Xuan come from, he didn't know the rules so well, and he broke into the tomb alone, didn't want to live! ”

In other words, the chief of the Brotherhood will no longer see the tomb palace behind him. In his view, there is no great possibility that Fan would rather break into the tomb alone to succeed.

However, within the last three breaths, a terrible scream of snowdemons immediately appeared in the tomb.

Seventh breath, that scream completely stopped.

At the 10th breath, Ningfan held the Snow Demon Sherry and reproduced it in front of everyone.

“Five-star Shelley, still useless... this fifth heavenly tomb owner is slightly stronger than the fourth, but also limited...”

“Heavenly Gravemaster, illusion at last, death at last, too weak compared to true Watson...”

Just say it, in the shocked eyes of the people, prefer to fly towards the second heavenly tomb.

Ten breaths, ten breaths, ten breaths...

Every heavenly tomb here can only block Ningfan's ten breaths!

After 17 tomb palaces here were overrun by Ningfan, his graves were worth 630,000.

“Who is this man! This grave is more than ever a tomb keeper! Breaking into heaven's tomb, it only takes 10 breaths!” The sight of an old monster of life on Ningfan's tomb watch was shocking.

Especially the chief of the monk, whose eyeballs are falling to the ground at this moment.

“This one, strong!” The old swordsmith guarded outside the portal immediately blinked.

When Ningfan came to the portal, he immediately stood up and said nothing to Ningfan.

Ningfan was also a slight archer of this person, and stepped out and passed to the sixth floor of the tomb.

...

On the sixth floor of the tomb, there is also a tomb monument similar to the first floor.

At this moment, under the monument, a number of powerful second step monks, all staring at the monument, shocked.

Just now, there was suddenly a name on this monument, running from 4,000 to 52 on the way.

“Ningfan... was the man who shocked Yuan Maniac eight years ago... the heir to the art of bombing... ‘Chiaki Demon King', Ningfan! ”

As soon as Ningfan stepped into the sixth floor, a lot of minds immediately swept over.

Some life fairies hold an ancient warrant pointing to Ningfan standing on the sky, shouting,

“It's him! He's Chiaki-kun! ”

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