Grasping Evil

“It's Uncle, Uncle is back!” Zhao Huier's tightly bitten lips were loose and two lines of tears of joy were shed.

Yoo Yeon looked at the sky and saw Ning Fan's figure. He immediately felt safe in his heart. “Senpai is back...”

On the long street of Tianbarian City, standing full of barbarians, these barbarians were excited, and when they were hunted down by the sixth barbarian ancestors, near despair, Fan returned!

Ning Fan is back, and brings back 200,000 army of savages!

Two hundred thousand barbarian beasts roared like thunder. In the roar, Ningfan stepped under the empty stone and immediately jumped out. He flew straight to Fan Lianshui. He was so arrogant that Fan Lianshui fled immediately!

This scene falls into the eyes of the artists, no one feels shocked!

In the sky, Fan Lian was still fixing the death battle of the mass cultivation, but there was a lot of shock.

“Who the hell is this monk? I came here with 200,000 barbarians! Is it some kind of demon power? ”

“No, it's not a monster, it's a human monk! I can't imagine that among my people, there are predecessors who can lead the barbarian beasts, and there are hundreds of thousands of them! ”

“Why did the murderer run away? Wasn't he afraid of the ghost? ”

There were four shouts.

Fujinan and Fujibei gazed at each other, but didn't say much. They quietly watched Ningfan and Fan Lian repair and run away.

Neither of them was able to hurt Fan Lian Shu half of the time. The two of them directly scared Fan Lian Shu away from what his heart came to repair.

Is this man Vancouver Immortal? No, obviously not. The smell of this man is far less than a broken mind...

There was a lot of confusion in the eyes of both of them, but those confusion, at the moment of Ningfan's hand, turned into astonishment.

“Yes!”

Ningfan's speed is too fast, only one flash, direct golden light broke, blocked in front of Fan Lian Lian repair a thousand feet, index finger pushed forward, within a thousand feet, the flow of all void storms, immediately settled by birth.

The space seemed to solidify, the time seemed to stop, Fanlian corrected the way to escape, suddenly the complexion changed greatly, the surrounding body was still immobile, it was Ningfan fingered, live and settled!

“The magic of the Emperor of the East! What does this person do? How can he do this?” Fujinan and Fujibei are all in shock.

Any monk who has slight eyesight and knows the art of art here is in shock.

One designated Fan Lianshui, Ningfan suddenly raised his hand, the five swords of rain have circled in front of him.

He noticed that the blood spirit was strange at first sight, so he had no mercy at first hand and directly used the most powerful.

Forward the index finger, the five swords immediately prompted the heavens and the earth to rain, whistle out, and directly cut the body of the blood soul into six sections.

“Daoist sword! Above the five swords, there is a little power. ”

Not only Fuji-nam, Fujibei are shocked, even the two former Wangu Immortals, Tieguan and Iron Crow, are moved by it.

After the two became servants of Ningfan, they also saw many amazing things on Ningfan, but at this moment saw the sword light, still a small shock.

After the shock, it was a great sadness. The two men were once the nobility of Wangu Immortals. Today, even though their strength has fallen, they can barely use the power of a few ways.

During the previous Battle of Fan Lian repair, the two men also tried to use the power of Taoism, but could not hurt Fan Lian Lian repair any more.

In the view of both of them, Ningfan Rain Five Swords, though powerful, wanted to hurt Fan Lianshui, but it was not enough.

Indeed, Fan Lianxiu's body was severed into six pieces and not a drop of blood was shed. A glimmer of blood flashed through and the body reshaped directly in the blood.

“Can't even the magic of the way hurt this murderer...”

Ning Fan gazed and retrieved the five swords of rain. Fan Lianshu did not snort, cold lane,

“This kind of magic can hurt other people, but not our ancestors! The art of cattle falling apart! ”

Fan Lianshu's old eyes squinted, but he didn't escape, waving his hands into a mountain of blood, one sacrifice in the sky.

Blood mountains have been emptied, and immediately tens of thousands of fireflies rush out beneath them, all barbaric bull shadows, iron hooves tread across the sky, bursting towards Ningfan.

At first, he ran away from Ningfan, afraid of the three forces in Ningfan's body.

Without running at this moment, it is also clear that Ningfan, not knowing his weaknesses, does not seem to understand the use of these three forces to cause harm to himself.

In this way, you simply have to kill your weakness before you know it, and you don't have to run away.

Taking Fan Lian to fix it at this moment, a single fire bull would be enough to kill Xuan.

Tens of thousands of fireflies collided, and that enormous force was definitely enough to easily smash into a slightly weaker emptiness.

“The murderer fled before he saw me, before his eyes, with fear. But at this moment, it's changed...”

“The Five Swords of Rain cannot hurt him. I'm afraid even if the Five Swords of War were summoned, the Ten Swords would not hurt him. This creature is so strange, it can ignore the damage of Taoist magic. No wonder 100,000 brothers have joined forces before to take him...”

“I don't know. It could hurt him! ”

The eyes of the orangutan were suddenly turned into purple eyes, silver hair into black hair, and white robes into black robes.

His face darkened a little bit, and at the moment of darkening, he suddenly lifted his finger, one pointing up toward 10,000 fireflies, only two ruthless words in his mouth.

“Sekou! ”

From the moment of Ningfan's return, the beautiful eyes of the Cold Dance Fairy remained on Ningfan. She was one of several women, closest to Ningfan. At the moment Ningfan turned into a black suit, she clearly saw that Ningfan's eyes became cold as ice. The cold, as if completely turned into another stranger, strangely made her a little unrecognizable.

If I hadn't seen Ningfan go from white to black with my own eyes, the Cold Dance Fairy would almost think that Ningfan in black was another person.

Magic Elephant and Jinhua Ancestor arrived late in a spiritual boat, along with a group of monks in distress.

When they first arrived here, they saw Ningfan turn into a black suit, and they became horrified.

Especially Ancestor Jinhua, his face has the most fear. He was injured by black clothes before. He knows how horrible this state of Ningfan is. Under one finger, a monk's cult can be erased!

“This is... the finger of the ruins! Get away from the ruins of the clan! How could this little thief do this!” Burial Moon Fairy did not say a word, but she was surprised.

Until ancient times when eviction was extinguished, it was rare for a monk in this world to know the name of eviction. Few, if any, recognize the fingers of the ruins. And whoever can do it should be dead.

We should be dead by now.

This little thief, is he the only one who leaves the bloodline? Otherwise, it will never be possible to return to the ruins...

That instant ancient word is in the dictionary to help the family, which is exactly what it means to return to the ruins. It is also what the Fairy Princess of the Moon thinks to be the return finger.

This technique, which was enlightened by the old man of the black robe, is extremely shallow for him. Forgive me, this technique can not be underestimated.

To return to the ruins is to return to nothingness!

The power of this technique, contrary to the avenue!

In front of the herd of tens of thousands of cows, suddenly a rolling black fog appeared. The black fog rolled toward the herd of fire, and the fire on the herd immediately extinguished.

One breath, fire!

Three breaths, all the barbarian cows scream, the beast rots.

Six breaths, the barbarian cows' skins all rot and fall off, leaving only white skeletons.

Ten breaths later, the herds of cows even turned into skeletons into flying ash and vanished into voids!

Ten breaths, this surgery is broken!

Ten cents, is also the limit of what Ningfan is now doing back to the ruins.

He connected his index fingers, lit out countless black mists again, rolled over to Fan Lianxiu.

By that black fog roll, Fan Lian repaired it, there was a trend to fall!

Take a breath and fall for a thousand years!

Ten cents. Long live the road!

His blood soul, a little bit extinguished in the dark fog, but only after ten breaths, his repair immediately recovered as it had been, his body, also recovered immediately!

“Hiss! What a weird magic trick! Fortunately, this child does not understand this technique, otherwise it will surely hurt the blood and soul of his ancestors! ”

“I didn't expect this child to be able to hurt his ancestral strength, not three, but four. No, in this weird way, there might be a fifth, a sixth...”

“If you fight again, you won't have to kill this child, or you should run! ”

Fan Lianshui's face changed again, his figure shook, turned into a bloody rainbow, and walked again and again.

Ning Fan's eyes glistened and went after him, but his heart flew away.

“When this murderer first met me, he fled directly because he was deeply ashamed of what was on me. He later stopped running because he saw that I had not used the means to make him feel unscrupulous, knowing that I had not seen through the weaknesses of his blood soul, so he wanted to kill me before I realized that. ”

“With my current understanding of the ruins of return, I can't hurt this murderer... but there must be some way for me, this murderer is extremely unscrupulous! ”

With Ning Fan's mind, he immediately deduced this from Fan Lianshui's actions.

The Five Swords of Rain is not only the strongest of Ningfan, but of the Five Swords, it is also the twelve Neptune Heavenly Treasure.

If this technique does not damage Fan Liancheng, it means that Shentong and Fabao in the general sense, all of them cannot be injured by Fan Liancheng.

“Of all the means at my disposal, Fan Lian is deeply constrained. Which is it?”

When the mind of Ning Fan suddenly recalls the conversion of Fan Gongzhen, he often listens to a scripture of the Barbarian Ancestry read by the savages.

‘Barbarians, natural ancestors, the vast majority of the universe. "He was born of dust, he died of robbery, everything was inexorable, and the hold was barbaric..."

“Perhaps this man is afraid of my blood robbery... perhaps, of my obsession! ”

Ningfan's figure flashed again, blocking Fan Lianshui in front, one finger down.

This means that it is not a technique of pillage, but a technique of meditation!

One finger, the western wind appeared, the sky and earth immediately revealed the wonder of Wan Ye Xiao Xiao, Qiuyi killed!

“Humph, this child is so dull that he hasn't discovered what he is afraid of. The art of preaching in the district, he is fearful! ”

Fan Lianshui sneered, not afraid of the blockade of Wan Ye Xiao Xiao in front, rushed out directly, trying to directly smash the blockade.

But once in the scope of this surgery, the western wind filled itself, Fan Lianshu immediately changed his face, and the cold sweat immediately spread all over his body!

The art of western wind is the art of Daoism created by Ningfan, which contains the Daoism of Ningfan!

Even Fan didn't think of himself. Under the erosion of this commandment, his blood soul collapsed with the shadow of the leaves, and a little weather turned to ash!

“The fifth! There is still a fifth power in this child that can hurt our ancestors! ”

“It's... obsession! Damn, this man is practicing. He is practicing in the Spirit Robbery Clan. Only one in a million people is practicing! ”

“Shit, shit! Obsession is more horrible for the killing power of a barbarian than a blood robbery! ”

“Ancient statue, protect me! ”

The western wind is like a path, almost instantly, to destroy Fan Lian Shu here!

On the occasion of his inevitable death, Fan Lianshu drank a loud drink and summoned an ancient statue directly from the depths of the void.

The ancient statue is one of the seven ancient statues used during the brutal festival of the blood of O'Xuan and the Toxic Dragon Ancestors!

Once the ancient statue appeared, Fan Lianxiu's blood soul ran directly into the ancient statue and attached itself to the statue.

For a moment, above the ancient statue, there was a momentum comparable to that of the immortal, just a little awake!

With the power of western art, it is no longer possible to cross the ancient statue, injuring Fan Lianxue in the ancient statue.

“Once the blood soul entered the ancient statue, it could not be separated. Originally, the ancestor intended to devour enough blood food to make the blood soul improve some, and then merge with the ancient statue. Today, it seems that the ancient statue had to be merged in advance. But then, even if the ancestors succeed in six days' time, their strength will surely be worse...”

“It's all because of this, forcing our ancestors to escape into the ancient statues, this son, to kill! ”

“Billions of barbarian souls, now! ”

The ancient statue resembled an immense stone puppet, step by step, slowly and firmly stepped on the void and walked towards Ningfan.

Fan Lianshui, don't run away! He wants Ningfan to pay the price!

He pointed, in the void, immediately appeared a huge blood pool, in the blood pool, constantly bleeding souls, every soul, is countless years ago, including the brute who died in the blood festival wilderness!

Once those souls appeared, one anger stared at Fan Lianshui, with a hatred engraved in his eyes.

Those spirits don't know how many, billions, billions, hundreds of billions, even more...

Countless!

Once upon a time, the sixth barbarian Zufan repaired it continuously, in order to repair the blood robbery, became too much of a spirit, sacrificed the whole barbarian creature without blood, in exchange for a chance to repair the blood robbery!

The barbarians died without a revolution. Before the soul dissipated, it was all taken away by Fan Lian Lian and refined into the blood pool.

Every dead barbarian has a sincere hatred for Fan Lianxiu, which has been turned into a constant killing incense, accumulated in a blood pool, and has been precipitating for countless years.

It was clearly used to kill Fan Lianxiu's killing incense, but somehow it could be exploited by Fan Lianxiu instead.

This is insane!

“My ancestors don't need to wait for faith. My ancestors only need hate! The more I hate my ancestors, the better! ”

“Honjo's way, it's hatred! The only people in this world who can take advantage of killing incense flames are monks who practise hatred! And Benzo, one of them! ”

“Blood Bow Spirit, now! Kill the arrows! ”

The ancient statue grinned coldly, the stone hand grabbed forward, and in heaven and earth, immediately appeared a bowling teenager.

The bowling teenager, his eyes cold and heartless, swayed, turned into a blood bow and fell into the hands of the ancient statue.

The ancient statue hand grabbed towards the blood pool, constantly killing incense fires, instantly illusioned into a blood arrow shadow, and landed in the ancient statue's hands.

The left hand curved bow, the right hand answered the arrow, the bow string opened, the entire interface here, almost collapsed!

He will use this arrow to shoot Ningfan and quench his hatred!

His blood soul possesses an ancient statue at this moment, and his strength is close to that of Bangu Immortal Priest. By killing incense fire, he can shoot any monk under Immortal Priest!

This is a Bangu Immortal Privilege, he is convinced that no one in the world can take it!

He gathers the hatred of all mankind, and ignores the anger of all mankind. He does not need to believe in Him!

In the blood pool, a barbarian who had been dead for many years could not look and scream desperately.

They don't like it!

They hated Fan Lianxiu. Their hatred was turned into a killing incense flame. They only looked forward to one day when someone would take it away and kill Fan Lianxiu!

But what saddens them is that even the incense of their hatred has become a tool used by Fan Lian to practise divinity.

Is this the sadness of the weak?

In the moment of archery and archery, the countless spirits of the world, all momentarily, have a sense of necessarily dead crisis.

The arrow is clearly aimed at Ningfan, but the scope of the attack encompasses all living beings here!

The deeper the cultivation, the stronger the sense of crisis.

You're gonna die! You're gonna die!

The demon element and the old Jinhua ancestors regretted each other. They could not have imagined that, following Ningfan's arrival, they would be shot with an arrow by the extinct killer.

It was too late to know that they would never follow Ningfan here.

The earth demons and Iron Crow Daoists all reveal their unwillingness.

He and Ning Fan surrendered and became slaves in order to save their lives. How could he willingly die?

But the ancient statue of the arrow is too powerful, this power, afraid that only when the two of them are full, can be blocked by the immortal honor. At this moment, if they are hit by the arrow, they will surely die!

Funeral Moon Fairy is almost crying!

She's not afraid of this arrow. If she gets hit, she might be the only one here who won't get shot.

At the height of her prosperity, she was at least nine robbers of the Immortal Emperor. Even if she was weaker, she could not be killed. Even if you hit an arrow, you'll be more seriously injured than ever, and your life won't be in danger.

But she's afraid of Ningfan getting shot!

She's been banned by Ningfan. If Fan dies, the banning will wipe her out.

The only thing that could kill her here is that damn robbery is forbidden.

“Spell it! Even if I fight my last strength, I will save the lives of the thieves! ”

Funeral Moon Fairy Fairy silver teeth bite, without saying a word, will fly out, spell to protect Ningfan.

It's just a pity that she didn't want to do it. There was a little laughing Laurie. She flashed out and the surrounding silver thunder sounded, blocking Ning Fan.

She, exactly from the thunderbolt eating and drinking, ran out of the Sinoli Numen god.

At this moment, Sin Laurie, Yuan God's golden color all converged, can not see any tint of gold, the other person can not see at all, this Yuan God is the Immortal Emperor's god.

Unless she wants to!

Eat and drink in the thunderbolts, and Sin Laurie still hasn't recovered her memory, nor has she been able to complete the evolution of thunderbolts.

Her aura, however, has risen dramatically all the way up to the initial level of crushing thoughts.

Though it is only the beginning of the crunch, the atmosphere, even in the face of the ancient statues of this moment, has no fear!

“Dad, don't be afraid, the fairy will protect you! ”

“No one is allowed to hurt my father! ”

(11) Nothing more, wash and sleep!