Grasping Evil

The art of the western wind is a kind of meditation technique. It is the only magic talent that can be carried out by the shredded monks.

The mere use of this technique has shocked millions of brothers here.

If these monks knew that this technique of the western wind was simply a genius created by Ningfan, I'm afraid it would be even more shocking.

Chen Xuan repeatedly conceived in his heart... if Ningfan, like him, is a monk in the emptiness, with this style of magic, killing ten Chen Xuan is easy...

His eyes were full of horrors, which also appeared in the eyes of countless monks.

The Great Elder of the Imperial Palace stood up and looked at Ningfan in shock.

In four days, there is a legend: a monk who can cultivate Taoism before Watanabe, once practiced at the peak of his life, he can enter into a broken mindset step by step! And the whole practice of crushing thoughts hardly encounters too many bottlenecks!

As long as the odds aren't too bad, it's just a matter of time before this kind of monk breaks through.

“This child is eligible to become a Wangu Immortal!” The Great Elder of the Imperial Palace lost his voice.

The other eight godless elders are also shocked by their gaze. Whether it's the good old rock with Ningfan or the killer Regency with Ningfan, they all have the same expression at this moment - unbelievable!

The western wind is falling, not yet dispersed. The high ground is silent on all sides, only the wind hunts and sounds.

Ning Fan retracted his fingers, scattered the fallen leaves autumn wind, his eyes faintly swept away to Qin Qin, his eyes still had some misgivings.

Qin Xiao immediately shocked his soul. At this moment, he seemed to have the feeling of being stared at by a broken old geek. Intangible pressure made him feel difficult to breathe.

Ningfan's eyes swept the shadow sect's other tomb guards, including Qin Hong, and any monk who was swept by Ningfan's eyes had a feeling of breathlessness.

Ningfan raised his head and swept his eyes across the platform on all sides.

He saw the majesty of tomb guards such as Luo Xuan outside the field, saw the expression of Luo Xuan's tongue on the seat of the Luo family, and saw a small mouth that was too small to fit.

His eyes swept through Chen's seat, Chen Xuan breathed slowly, and felt an invisible sense of oppression from Ningfan.

His eyes swept past the seat of the ghost army section, but his ancestors were equally shocked and unable to speak.

His gaze eventually landed on the little witch's seat.

The little witch always looked at him with a smile, and this whole copper stage venue, there was only one little witch, with the least surprise in her eyes.

She is the person who knows Ningfan best and believes in his strength, so she is least surprised.

When Ningfan's eyes swept, the little witch sent a flying kiss in the direction of Ningfan...

“Still the same... but it looks like Arci's poison has been cleaned up, so good. ”

I preferred to touch my mouth subconsciously, slightly curved at the corner of my mouth.

Distracted from his eyes, he turned and walked towards the battlefield.

After defeating Qin Xuan, his ten victories have been achieved, and there is no need to fight anyone for the time being.

The elder Zhao Mengde, who presided over the tomb, saw Ningfan go under the battlefield, which brought him back from the shock, Lang Lang Dao.

“Ningfan, the Tomb Guardian of the Los Angeles, won ten rounds and entered the second round! ”

“Ro's next tomb keeper, come out! ”

“Next Gravekeeper of the Shadow Sect, come out! ”

Big Bi is still going on, the next game is Luo Xuan against Qin Hong.

Qin Honghong, though greatly reduced, after all, was still Wajin, and fought against him, but defeated Luo Xuan and all the other Luo family tomb keepers.

Luo Jia, eventually only Ningfan a tomb keeper entered the second round.

The first round, which lasted another seven days, saw a total of 174 grave guards move into the second round.

The second round of the competition, which will take place in a month's time, will continue to be held at the Copper Taiwan venue.

Prior to the start of the second round, no one shall remain on the site except the elders associated with the Imperial Palace.

Millions of monks who came to see the comparison, each temporarily set foot in the vicinity of the Copper Taiwan Hall.

Ningfan, along with Brother Luo, temporarily set foot on a fixing star named Purple Mist Star.

Purple Mist, is a year-round repair star in the rainy season.

Wang Mao gave Ning Fan the Tai Su intelligence collected over the past two years, and Ancestors of Ghost Soldiers secretly found Ning Fan and handed over the refined Rear Star Armor to Ning Fan.

This inverter armor, blended with the countless hearts and minds of the ancient ghost soldiers, is quite powerful and a spiritual costume that reaches the order of the day after tomorrow.

For three days in a row, Ningfan was in the room, refining the Rebel Armor.

On the fourth day, he thoroughly refined his armor into his body, walked up to the window, and took out the intelligence jade Jane, slightly frowned.

Wang Mao gathered a lot of information, obviously with all his heart.

This information provides a thorough record of the life of the Emperor, but not much of what happened before he became Emperor.

As for Tai Su Lai Di's hometown, the real minefield, this information is not even mentioned...

‘Tai Su Lai Di, about 50 million years ago, crashed. He was one of the four leading Immortal Emperors of the East Tian Immortal Realm, and held the path of Thunder. ’

'Intelligence before becoming emperor, none. This person approached Cheng Dynasty before appearing in East Heaven, not knowing where it came from. Once Emperor Cheng is in charge of Thunder, he shocks East Heaven. Hidden in the 3,000 lightning fields of East Heaven since becoming Emperor...’

Ningfan closed the jade and sighed slightly.

Once again, he took out the Jade Jane that Tai Soo Lai Ti had given him, and looked at the true lightning landscape chart that was recorded in it, and suddenly...

There are only star charts, but there are no star trays to indicate the orientation, trying to find the true minefield in the eastern sky will not help the sea fishing for needles.

Eastern Immortal Realm, countless star domains, too many stars, still unknown, few people...

If you are searching for a true minefield in a galaxy for no purpose, you do not know what day it will take to find the true minefield.

Uh--

A sound sword glistened and flew in through the window.

Ningfan raised his hand and grabbed the sounding sword light. As soon as he heard the sounding, his gaze fluttered.

After a little silence, Ningfan stepped out of the room, took a heavy rain, left Brother Luo's house and headed straight for a tavern in the city.

A few days after the end of the first round of the Big Big Big Big Big Big, many monks in the liquor tower talked about graves more than various tomb keepers, the most talked about is Ning Fan.

In the lobby on the ground floor, there is a table of fictional monks talking about Ningfan.

Somewhere in the hall, a girl in black smiled and tasted spiritual tea. She was in a great mood to hear people talk about Ningfan, not the little witch, but who.

“Brother Liu, you don't know! Old man Qianqiu killed Young Master Chen only once, you should know that Young Master Chen is a true fairy in the early days of Wajin! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk ”

“Old Qiu ancestors were the most praiseworthy, non-bombardment. Today, he is the most praiseworthy, but not the western art! That's the art of recitation! You didn't see that scene. After Chiaki's operation, millions of brothers were shocked and unable to speak, and the whole field smelled like needles! My master said that Chiaki ancestors can perform Taoism at the time of Ghost Xuan. There is a great chance of becoming a Wangu Immortal! ”

“According to information received by Zhang, the tomb has been released compared to the three most promising black horses. The first is the ‘Immortal King of Bones’ King Changdong, the second is the divine apostle Xu Dao, and the third, the most liked one, is Qianqiu Old Zuning Senior! ”

“It is said that Senior Ning is still a disciple of the Killing Palace. If he returns to the Killing Palace, 89 out of 10 will be given a ghost! ”

The crowd drank the heat of the floor and did not find that the ancient Qiu ancestors they were constantly talking about had quietly come to the tavern.

The arrival of Ningfan was almost unnoticed. He smells like he doesn't exist at all. It's like he blends in with the smoke storm outside the liquor store.

As soon as you enter the tavern, you prefer to walk straight to the corner of the ground floor and sit on your own.

The little witch across the street immediately took out a glass of glass tea as a trick, placed it in front of Ningfan, took the teapot on the red mud fireplace in front of her, poured a cup of spirit tea for Ningfan, and smiled.

Very familiar flavour, the smell of Kirin tea, this tea, the little witch has made for Ningfan, in the rain.

“Hee-hee, this smell, miss it? The tea I make is always unique. Happy to taste, not many. ”

Ningfan picked up the cup, smelled the familiar tea scent, listened to the rain outside the window, his thoughts seemed to have returned to the rainfall many years ago.

Take a sip, tea and memories come together in the stomach, it feels very warm.

“Ah Zhi's tea is naturally missed. ”

“Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee Remember, you owe me three? ”

“Remember, you let me go into the demonic realm with you and take pictures with you, and you lost two people...” Fan revealed his memory.

“Nice. The quicksand robbery, you saved my life again and helped me detoxify it. The third person is kind of settled. But, hee hee hee, I prefer you to owe me another fourth debt, and I'm confused...”

Just say it, the little witch mysteriously took out a jade Jane and gave it to Ning Fan.

Ningfan took the jade Jane and swept away his mind. His eyes immediately shook.

Look at the look on the little witch's face, it's already full of weight.

“Did you collect this information? How do you know I need this information? ”

“Guess... hee hee, do you want this Jade Jane?” If you want it, you'll owe me another favor.

Fan Fan looked at the little witch with a slight smile. He didn't believe the little witch gathered this information just to make him owe anything.

He was trying to help him, but he wasn't frank enough to admit...

There is a lot of information in this Jade Jane about Tai Su Lai Di before he became Emperor. Among them, even implicit references to information about the real minefield...

With this Jade Jane, Ningfan can find out where the real minefield is in just a few moments.

This information is not easy to gather, I'm afraid it was a little witch who tried so hard to get it in the name of a godless lord...

“Jade Jane, I took it. Fourth love, I'll give it back to you soon, don't worry. ”

Ningfan put away Jade Jane and smiled slightly. When he obtained the tomb over the first, he would make a request to the Imperial Palace of God. He also had a little witch.

“Che, who rarely pays you back!” The little witch is still smiling, but her heart hums slightly, slightly lost.

Why is she so anxious to pay her back?

After drinking a pot of tea, the little witch followed Ningfan back to Luo's residence, entangled for ten days before leaving.

But Ning Fan was not aware that the ten days of freedom were precious and were won by a bet between the little witch and Elder Lu.

On the eleventh day, Ningfan's room was empty and he was all alone.

Looking at the confused bed, Fan preferred a moment of silence. On the tenth day, the little witch lay on his bed at night, sleeping with him, but did not let him do anything that crossed the border. Reason. He understands...

The sacrifice is clean. If he crosses the border with the little witch, he will provoke the wrath of the Emperor...

He will be avenged by the Imperial Palace, and the little witch and Xiao family behind her will suffer...

“If I win the tomb over number one, I will give Arci a free hand. Such an infamous god has few lords, even if he doesn't do it. ”

Ning Fan was silent for a long time before he sat on his knees and took out the jade Jane brought to him by the little witch.

In the jade brief, there is a reference to the location of the true minefield.

Without an accurate description, Ning Fan was told that the 3,000 Thunder Realm Thunder Emperor was still home, and that there was actually a disciple of Tai Su Thunder Emperor who survived today.

On top of Jade Jane, the name of this person was listed, repaired, and a lot of intelligence.

This person was a disciple of Tai Sulai Di. Only very few people knew about it, and the little witch spent a great deal of energy to find out about it.

This man, who appeared with the Tai Su Lai Emperor in the fairy realm of East Heaven...

As long as you find this person, you should have the opportunity to find out where the real minefield is.

“Without Arci's help, such confidential information would be difficult for me to detect. After the graves match, I can go to 3,000 minefields to find this man, maybe find out where the real minefields are...”

Put away all the jade briefs, prefer to kneel in the room, eyes closed, but mind blended in the smoke rain outside the door.

Eyebrow rain star, slightly flashing, the power of rain, yin and yang in the body, also flowing slightly.

Gradually, Ningfan likened to hearing the breath of heaven and earth rain mist, breathing, gradually merging with the rain of heaven and earth.

His body seemed to have become slightly rainy and gradually disappeared from the room.

The day passed before Ningfan's body reappeared in the room until the start of the second round.

As soon as the party appeared, five dissatisfaction voices immediately appeared in the sword bag.

“Humph, the second round of graves has finally begun. If we don't show our faces this time, we'll strike! No more work! ”

In the sword bag, five Sword Spirit girls have been bored for a month.

Qi, after six months of hard work with Ningfan at the bottom of the tomb, finally initially completed a certain magic talent. In the end, Ningfan did not show their faces.

“Rest assured, this round of graves will give you a chance! ”

Ningfan photographed the sword bag to soothe him, walked out the door and went with Luo family to the Copper Taiwan Hall.

Without coming, he was so badly injured that he had already been sent back to Starfish and was busy taking care of his flesh.

Luo Xuan didn't come, she was burying her brother's headless body in Starfish.

Wang Zheng followed Ningfan behind him, the red light was full, accompanied Ningfan all the way into the venue.

As soon as Ning Fanfang arrived, he attracted the attention of countless old monsters. Wang Feng was very proud of himself.

He can't help but tell everyone that he is the king and the slave of Ning Fan!

If Ningfan was only slightly stronger than him, he would never be proud of Ningfan as a slave.

Nowadays, Fan has reclaimed the body of Luo Huan, fulfilled his wish and showed his horror credentials, and is more likely to be a fairy priest in the future...

At this moment, Wang Feng is wholeheartedly willing to take Ningfan as the lord, and to enslave a monk who may later become immortal, no shame! Instead, it's an honor!

“The dwarf has gathered a lot of information about the second round, please look at the owner! ”

Wang Mao took out a copy of Jade Jane and gave it to Ning Fan. He respected the extreme gift and then retired himself.

He sent Ningfan to the periphery of the venue, and only those who entered the second round of grave guards could enter the periphery, and he could not.

Ning Fan glanced slightly surprised at Wang Zheng who had gone far away, wandering his mind to sweep Jade Jane in his hand. He was completely in the heart for the second round of the big ratio.

Twenty-four tomb palaces have been built after the demolition of the fighting grounds in the centre of the venue.

The second round is not a fight, but a grave invasion.

Twenty-four tomb palaces, numbered differently, from the first tomb to the twenty-fourth tomb, become more difficult to break into.

The second round of rules is very simple, and those who can break through the first five tomb palaces are eligible for the third round.

The first round of graves compares to the number of powerful monks who were eliminated because they met stronger ones, and the number of monks who were made lower because their opponents were weak and fortunate enough to advance.

The first round was lucky, but the second round was without any luck.

If there is not enough strength, it will only be brushed down.

174 tomb keepers, gradually all arrived. The host of the second round, replaced by a beautiful woman in a palace in the middle of the emptiness, is the elder of the emptiness camp, his surname is Yan.

Elder Yan's eyes swept past the people guarding the tomb. Her eyes stayed on Ningfan the longest.

A monk who is expected to be a great immortal, she must not take it seriously.

“This child is the most popular, so let this sub-shaft come out...”

Elder Yan had made a decision, softly clapped his hands and took out a roster.

The sequence of the second round, inconclusive, was assigned by her.

Beauty swept the roster, Elder Yan softly said, "The second round of graves, presided over by the palace, will now begin. I'm sure you've learned a little bit about the rules. If you can break through the first five graves, you will be eligible for the third round. Next, the palace read the name, consciously broke into the tomb. ”

“Zhou Jia, Zhou Yue! ”

Elder Yan's voice dropped, and the crowd immediately walked out of an early monk of Ghost Xuan.

His name is Zhou Yue, he is a monk of the Zhou family of Dongzhu, the first round of Big Bi, he was the first to compete. By the second round, he was still the first to compete.

Zhou Yue walked one step to the first tomb palace and opened the tomb door himself.

He gazed and jumped into the tomb palace.

After incense, the tomb palace appeared bright, Zhou Yue slightly injured himself and walked out through the tomb door.

“Breaking through the first grave, you have a fragrant time to recover your powers.” Elder Yan's voice faded.

Zhou Yue's face was slightly pale. For his second-step monks, the fragrant time was not enough to restore much power...

Through this fragrance time, Zhou Yue took the Dan medicine and kneaded down to restore a little magic.

When the time came, he stood up and entered the second tomb palace.

This time, it took him an entire hour to break through the second grave, and when he walked out the door, his powers were almost exhausted and he was covered in wounds...

“This man has reached his limit, and the third grave is afraid to break through.” There's a lot of weird talk on the stands.

As everyone expected, Zhou Yue stepped into the third grave after the incense, unfortunately just entered the interest rate and was blown out by a huge amount of force.

He, stopping at the third grave... should be said to have been fortunate to have broken through the second grave in the early days of his ghost repair...

In countless gazes, Zhou Yue slightly bit his teeth and left without Gandhi.

Elder Yan's voice came out just right, "Green Cloud Valley, Green Beads! ”

Named after, is a woman in green shirt with a ghost medium term cultivation.

She broke into the first grave and only took a hundred breaths.

Breaking into the second grave took a fragrant amount of time.

By the third grave, we fought hard for a time and failed to break through.

“Is it to stop at the third grave again... if I do my best, I can break into the third grave...” said Ningfan.

His voice had just fallen, but behind him came a playful voice, “A certain year, King, he lost in the 11th grave... and if no one had reckoned, he might have broken into the 12th grave...”

The one who makes the noise is, of course, the immortal king of the bones who had a side with Ningfan - King Changdong!

The man's head greyed and slowly walked over. Several tomb guards beside Ningfan immediately changed their eyes and withdrew. He seemed afraid of King Changdong and did not dare join him.

“Be careful! ”

King Changdong suddenly gazed and preached to Ningfan.

Ning Fan's gaze changed slightly and immediately heard the deep meaning in the king's eastern language.

In the second round of grave break-ins, King Changdong was implicated...

If you were yourself, would it be possible to be reckoned with?

Ning Fan raised his eyes and looked at Chen Jia's seat. He was smiling slightly coldly at Chen Xuan. He couldn't help but be a little more vigilant.

“Thanks for the heads-up.” Ningfan thanked King Changdong for his fist.

“Oh, Junko didn't warn me anything, it was Brother Ning himself who thought too much. ”

Quite simply, King Changdong's eyes were slightly cold and he glanced north toward the high platform.

He's looking at the Eighth Elder Regency!

Twenty-four tomb palaces in the second round were built jointly by three elders, one of whom was responsible, Regency.

Changdong had sinned against a descendant of Regency, so the last grave was reckoned with.

He understands, though he doesn't say it, that most of this has to do with Regency!

Ning Fan followed King Changdong's gaze and similarly turned to the northern high platform. He seemed to have some enlightenment.

“Oh, I don't know how many rounds this son can last... before he's eaten!” Chen Xuan's heart grinned.

The Eighth Elder Reginson, who stumbled upon a congenital thunderbolt, took millions of years of hard work and was cultivated to empty the medium-term boundary.

Ren Ningfan is stronger and definitely not the rival of this Lei Ling!