Grasping Evil

Immortal character, at least seven stories up at the moment. At this time, the dragon ancestors are almost on the eighth floor, while Ningfan is still on the fifth floor of the sky. The two are too far apart, even if it is based on the immortal honor of the dragon ancestors, it takes a lot of time to go down from the seventh floor to the fifth.

“In order to fulfill the chief's orders, we can only take one trip to the lower heavens. ”

The dragon ancestors shook their heads and turned back toward the lower heavens.

At this moment, there are eight master Immortals of the Nine Heavens: four barbarian ancestors, two demonic Immortals, and two human Immortals. The ancestors of the poison dragon were in sixth place, behind the four barbarians and O'Xuan.

Ancestors of the poison dragon returned this fold, hiding the breath, almost silent, but still perceived by the two fairy priests behind him.

“Weird, why doesn't this old dragon go up and down? He doesn't want to go to the top and fight for the ancient passage...”

Six times, the minds of good words, each of them raised a bit of confusion, but couldn't figure it out, so they no longer thought about it, and continued to move forward.

At the time of the return of the poisonous dragon ancestors, Ningfan climbed all the way, trying to catch up with the seventh generation of barbarians earlier and reclaim the souls of millions of barbarians.

With the power of many incense rockets, Fan went all the way, and every palace could only trap him for less than half a breath. It was not until he reached the 52nd Palace on the fifth floor that he gazed and felt the tremendous pressure coming out of the 52nd Palace.

“The 52nd Palace, the 496th Palace I walked all the way through, after 396, it turns out to be 496...”

Palace pressure in the 52nd Palace is several times stronger than the previous palace, and even if there were incense rocket protectors, there would still be a heavy breathing feeling when entering the palace.

He walked out of the 52nd Palace without saying much and under pressure, consuming 10 breaths in total.

Through the 52nd Palace, a lot of brutal blood was born in the body and swallowed by the blood. The increase in blood robbery is negligible, and Fan does not care.

Since the 52nd palace, the pressure of each palace has become heavy, and each palace, Ningfan, needs 10 breaths to break through.

This is still the speed of incense rocket protection. Without incense rocket protection, Ningfan now repairs it. Once in this palace, it will definitely be directly shaken by pressure and spit out blood.

It's too hard to get to the top of the Nine Heavens with his fix. But if he decides to fight the Seventh Barbarian ancestors and reclaim the spirit of the Barbarian, he will not turn back even if the journey is harder.

Palace 53, Palace 54, Palace 55... Ningfan Road to Palace 56, the corresponding number for this palace is 500. In this palace, too, Ningfan did not welcome the fifth loss, nor did he care.

The further back, the harder it gets. After a long time, Ning Fanfang walked out of the 111th Palace and reached the top of the fifth floor of the sky.

This time, not only are there no voices coming from the stone statues of the elderly, but even the transmission array that should have appeared has not appeared.

“Can you only tear up the sky by your own means and climb to the sixth floor? ”

Ning Fanfan turned his hand, purple-skinned memory chopping sword appeared directly in his hand, a sword split into the sky, directly cut a gap at the top of the cloud sea, and jumped into it.

After experiencing a void turbulence, Ningfan appeared on the sixth floor of the sky. This layer of environment is very different from the first five layers. The clouds in the sky are all red, and the thunderbolts of gorillas continue to fall from the sky, and the rumbling sounds cause pain in the eardrums.

But Ningfan didn't have the heart to look at the scenery, because as soon as he entered the sixth floor, Ningfan was immediately locked in by a huge killing machine.

Just above the platform on which he stood, hundreds of fathers opened up, actually arrogantly standing an old man with a purple hair dragon horn, seemed to have waited long ago, Heran is the ancestor of the poison dragon!

“Your Excellency has finally arrived at the sixth floor. My husband has waited a long time...”

Old Toxic Dragon was sleeping behind closed eyes. He seemed to want to say something to Ningfan. Xu Xu opened his eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw the look of Ningfan's silver hair. When I climbed, my face was full of incredible expressions. I lost my voice. "How could it be you! Did you take away the chief's temper?! No way!”

Ancestral Dragon was ordered by the Patriarch to come to the lower level to find a mysterious Immortal Priest and regain his temper. Along the way, the ancestors of the poison dragon envisioned various situations that met the mysterious Immortal Priest, but did not expect that the 'mysterious Immortal Priest’ in the elder's mouth would be Ning Fan.

Weird only blame the demon's projection of Ningfan is too vague. It is like the elder of Zhenlong did not see Ningfan's face silver hair. Ancestors of the poison dragon were ordered by the chief to drive to the lower level, and they didn't know that the person they were looking for was Ningfan.

Silver face, silver face! Ningfan's appearance, how can the dragon ancestors forget, how can they forget!

After the initial shock, the poisonous dragon ancestor's eyes immediately burst into a killing machine. Without saying a word, he directly sacrificed a silver glittering ruler treasure and struck it in the head of Ningfan!

As soon as the silver ruler was emptied, it was instantly converted into ten thousand yuan. Suddenly, the myriad of silver rulers changed as if it were a rainy spot and fell in the head towards Ningfan.

The enemies meet, the eyes are red, the poisonous dragon ancestors don't understand, with Ningfan mending, how can you go to the sixth floor. He also wondered how Ningfan became the ‘mysterious Immortal Pride’ of the Patriarch, which took the Patriarch's start. But it doesn't matter. When he kills Ningfan and destroys Ningfan's soul, he will know everything!

The silver ruler is an acquired twelve Nephew's Pharaoh, named "Demon Yuanru", and is fully inspired by the immortal honor of the dragon ancestors. The immortal honor cannot take the attack of this treasure.

This demon ruler is not only powerful, but also attached to a special deity: [Blood Pressure]! Any kind of magic that needs to mobilize the power of blood can be forcibly interrupted by the demon ruler! This treasure was borrowed by the dragon ancestors in order to capture Ningfan.

In the eyes of the dragon ancestors, Ningfan was only a minor who had been cultivated into emptiness. If it had not been for the frequent attacks of the two immortals, Ningfan would have been captured and killed already. Though he preferred not to be tall, there was still room for him to be constrained.

“What this child needs most is his removal from the ancestral bloodline of the clan! When he burned the blood of his ancestors, he was unexpected and took the arch from his husband. This is the shame of his life! The husband remembered that this child burned out a drop of ancestral blood and still had three drops of ancestral blood in his body. If this child goes mad again today and burns the remaining three drops of Joe's blood, I'm afraid the old man can't kill him even if he does his best. Fortunately, my husband borrowed the Monster Dollar Ruler. With this ruler, I will not burn blood! ”

The eyes of the ancient dragon are getting harsher and harsher. The eyes of Ning Fan are like those of a dead man.

In the view of the Toxic Dragon ancestors, this demonic ruler has the great power of blood suppression. If it burns blood, it will be suppressed in an instant, interrupting the burning blood. If Ningfan doesn't burn blood, he can't take the day after tomorrow's twelve Niefabel strike!

“The day after tomorrow, the twelve Nephews' Pharaoh...”

Upon entering the sixth floor, Ning Fan was attacked by the dragon ancestors. He was surprised, but there was no panic. All the way, Ningfan is not the first time he has fought the Immortal King. He won't say a word. He slapped a sword bag and flew out five swords of light in the sword bag, facing the thousands of feet of rain in the sky, and cut it off directly!

Boom! Boom!

Five Swords of Light, nature is Ningfan's five Rain Fairy Swords that have been practiced for many years. Among them, the Four Swords of Fine Dust are only the ranks of the acquired Gone, and have already been severely damaged in previous struggles. At this moment, when it collided with the thousands of feet of rain, the four swords whimpered together, creating crushed powder in the rain.

For the Dojin Brothers, the day after tomorrow, Wunei's Pharaoh is a top piece of equipment, but in front of the twelve Ni Pharaoh such as the Demon Yuan-foot, Wunei Pharaoh is not powerful enough.

See the four swords are all damaged, rather than sighing darkly in the heart, but didn't say much, fully manipulate the last sword, continue to resist the rain.

The last of these swords is naturally the clutch sword of the Twelve Negrains. With this sword in his hand, Ningfan for a moment and a half, it actually blocked the rain!

“Twelve Nexian swords!” The old dragon glanced at me and laughed, “I didn't think you'd be the younger generation, but you had the twelve Nippon classes of Fabao! This grade of Fa Bao, I wait for the Immortal Priest, and there are few pieces. Unfortunately, for you, this treasure is too high, and I'm afraid you can only reluctantly harness some of the power of this sword. Unlike the old man, he can play the power of the demonic yuan-foot twelve points. Your sword can't fight the old man's treasure foot! ”

Ancestors of poison dragons said, as they rapidly changed their fingers, they dissipated when the heavenly ruler rained, revealing the true nature of the demonic ruler. Suddenly, the demon dollar turned into a giant silver demon dragon. Towards the clutch sword, it swallowed, but swallowed the clutch sword into his belly.

“From now on, this sword belongs to my husband! If you have any other Twelve Nephats, give them to your husband!” The dragon ancestor smiled slightly, his expression was utterly disdainful. Even so, he did not think that Ningfan had any other Twelve Nephats.

Ordinary Vancouver Immortal, it is rare to have a Twelve Nexianbao. In the view of the ancestors of the poisonous dragon, Ningfan is not Wangu Immortal, one of the twelve Niefabel is already rare, the chance of a second one is really not very good.

Twelve Nephats, actually Ningfan has one more. The three treasures of King Six Wanted Immortals had been destroyed. The clutch sword was sacrificed by Ningfan as one of the five swords of the rain. There is also a treasure, also known as the Twelve Neptune Class, which is a [burning fan] that can trigger the burning of corpses.

Only those who possess the blood of a corpse demon can use the fan. I've never used this fan before because I don't have enough magic. But now he has broken through the middle of nowadays, and the blood robbery has become small, barely carried out, but can also play part of the power of burning fans.

Ningfan naturally understands that his cultivation is too different from that of the ancient dragon ancestors. He also uses the twelve Niefaboes. He can play the power of Fabao. There is absolutely no strong ancestor of the dragon.

Theoretically, he attacked Dragon Ancestors with a fan, most of which could not hurt Dragon Ancestors at all.

But in fact, burning a fan is one of the three treasures of King Six Wanted Immortals fame, the most powerful place is not to hurt people, but shady people.

“If you want to take my pharaoh, see if you can do that! ”

Ningfan snorted coldly and turned his hand, but saw the red light flashing, and he had an extra huge puffin all over his hands.

As soon as this fan comes out, the temperatures between the heavens and the earth immediately heat up a few points, hidden, and the way to fire above this fan flows.

“Another twelve Niefaboes!” Ancestor Toxic Dragon's eyes burned and he was even a little jealous of Ningfan.

He himself has only one Twelve Nephables, plus the borrowed Demon Dollar Feet, and only two of them. Ningfan District a small generation, not even a broken mindset, there are actually two twelve Nefabao, which really makes the dragon ancestors a little unbalanced.

The red puffin in front of you is no ordinary product at first glance. Old Dragon's heart pounded, just kill Ningfan, this fan also belongs to him.

“This treasure belongs to my husband too!” Ancestor Toxic Dragon grinned a little towards the sky, the demon Yuan-footed silver dragon immediately swallowed one bite in the direction of Ningfan, to be swallowed with a fan.

Ning Fan's face was ruthless, holding a candle bow in his left hand and a fan in his right hand. He tried his best to enter the fan with all his powers and thoughts. Raise your hand suddenly and face the silver dragon.

Under this fan, the red smoke swept through the sky, and the endless flame lanes tore apart!

The silver dragon had not yet flown close, and suddenly it was wrapped around the lines of those rules. The dragon's body was immediately burned and screamed continuously. Though screaming, the dragon's body is not damaged much, but the intent to kill in the dragon is becoming more and more obscene. Obviously, Fan preferred this fan to provoke the silver dragon.

“Humph, the sculpture trick, with your fix, can't play all the power of this fan, can't hurt this dragon!” The dragon ancestors don't give a shit.

His voice had just fallen and his eyes were wide open, revealing an incredible colour.

But the silver dragon didn't know what had happened. Although it wasn't burned by the flame, the body rotted a little bit. First the dragon tail, then even half the dragon's body rots, the smell comes out, the blood runs, beneath the rotten flesh, the white bones are exposed!

This is where the fans burn. The flames that burn fans are not ordinary fairy fires, but corpse fires. Against the weak, burning a fan can fan people into flying ash. If you encounter a strong person, burning a fan can't burn the enemy, but it can also shade the enemy.

Ancestors of the poison dragon did not know the bottom of the burning fan. For a moment and a half, it was natural to wonder why the silver dragon was injured.

But Ning Fan did not intend to give the dragon ancestor the opportunity to think carefully, raise his hand again, against the silver dragon, this fan, directly fan the seriously injured dragon into flying ash, and return to the magic treasure face of Yuan-foot. The clutch sword previously swallowed by the dragon was also reclaimed by Ningfan.

This is the first time Ningfan has taken advantage of Xianzheng's power and a little calculation!

“This fan is absolutely bizarre, otherwise it will be repaired and will not break the demonic Yuan-foot attack!” The ancestors of the poisonous dragon had a dark shock in their hearts and looked at the fan-burning eyes, more greedy and almost certain.

He was about to agitate the demon Yuan-foot attack Ningfan again, but Ningfan was the first to agitate the burning fan, towards the Dragon Ancestor is a fan!

Knowing that the fan burning is strange, Ancestor Dragon will not hardly catch the fan attack, raise his hand to retract the demon yuan foot in his sleeve, slap the Heavenly Spirit, when Gaiden the Heavenly Spirit opened, from which seven purple demon lights fly to protect his surroundings.

As soon as the smoke from the fan burned approached the ancestors of the poison dragon, the seven demonic lamps immediately emitted purple light and swept out the smoke. There are seven demon lamps to protect themselves, to burn the fan of the shadow, but they can't hurt the Ancestors of the Dragon half.

“Gentlemen, this seven-star lamp is the only 12-nefabourg that my husband can defend. With this lamp in your hand, you can't hurt my husband! If you have no other choice, you can die! ”

The dragon ancestors pointed at seven demon lamps, and each of the seven demon lamps suddenly flew out of a purple fire, turning it into a flaming sea, and drowned in the direction of Ningfan.

At the same time, Ancestor Toxin Dragon was cautious of Ningfan burning blood. In his view, Ningfan had not taken advantage of the use of two kinds of twelve Niefabao successively. He was already poor in donkey skills and must be desperate to burn blood.

“As long as this child burns blood, the husband immediately sacrifices the ruler and suppresses his demonic blood! In any case, the old man will never give him the chance to burn blood, otherwise once this child burns out three drops of Joe's blood, there will be two more 12-nephabo in hand, the old man will not necessarily be his opponent! ”

Ningfan looked at the purple fire and took a deep breath, but in the unclear eyes of the dragon ancestors, he successively took the clutch sword and burned the fan.

If you can't hurt the dragon ancestor with a clutch sword, and the fan burning can't shade the dragon ancestor, it makes no sense, so why don't you put it away.

His greatest dependence was not these two Twelve Nexens at all, not from the beginning.

The candle bow in his hand held tighter, his eyes sharply sharp, and the many incense rockets circling around him suddenly appeared bright.

These incense rockets, preferably unusable, want to keep them in battle with the Seventh Barbarian Ancestors, but since the Dragon Ancestors stopped the road, this arrow also had to be used!

“Poison Dragon, remember what I said back then? ”

Ningfan's eyes still flashed cold, suddenly raised the candle bow, right hand one move, has taken five colorful incense rockets, pulled open the bow string!

At the moment of Ningfan bending bow, always calm the proud poison dragon ancestors, suddenly the face changed greatly, it was from the candle bow, perceived a slight sense of near death crisis!

“Hiss! What an arrow, there's such a horrible slaughter scent!” The dragon's ancestors had a terrible wave!

The seven-color incense rocket is the legendary magic of the true dragon clan. It has never been seen by the old dragon ancestors. It was never known before. Ningfan was ready to fire it, and it was famous for the departure of the dragon candle!

The Zulong candle leaves one bow at a time, shooting and killing countless too ancient powerful people, and using one person to create the True Dragon clan, the most admired is the use of seven-color incense rockets.

The candle bow is the body of the bow spirit. It can condense the killing incense fire as an arrow. However, this bow is disobedient to any one of the Dragons and has never been subjugated. Therefore, no one has ever used this bow, nor has anyone condensed the seven-color incense rocket.

Throughout this time, the candle bow spirit was provided by the Zhenlong people in the ancestral soul pool as if it were an ancient ancestor until the bow was taken away by Ningfan. For a long time, the Seven-Colour Rocket was the legend of the True Dragon Clan, until one day, the candle bow voluntarily gathered the Seven-Colour Rocket for Ningfan in order to save his life...

Ancestor Toronto did not know that what surrounded Ningfan was the famous six-color, seven-color incense rocket in the history of the True Dragon Nation. Though he did not know that, he was able to detect a sense of imminent death from the five colorful incense rockets.

Almost without hesitation, the Toxic Dragon ancestors directly retracted the purple flaming sea of heaven, and were not prepared to use the power of seven demonic lamps to attack Ningfan. Choosing an ancient green stone road, they turned and ran towards the seventh level.

At this moment he has only one thought, that is to quickly evacuate the place, no matter what arrow is shot by Ningfan, it cannot be hardwired!

Among the nine heavens, there is a very powerful anti-emptiness force, even the ancestors of the poisonous dragon cannot fly, they can only run with their feet.

While running, he simultaneously mobilized the power of the Seven-Star Demon Light and the Demon Yuan-foot to protect his surroundings, and his mind began to ponder. He immediately covered himself with purple dragon scales. He summoned all the dragon scales that had been painstakingly repaired for countless years, only to defend against the attack of the Six-Colour Incense Rocket!

“You, you can't escape! ”

At this moment, Ningfan released the bowstrings, five colorful incense rockets emitted a thunderous whistle and suddenly appeared towards the vest of the dragon ancestors.

Even if he had run all the way, the poisonous dragon ancestors could not fly at this moment, could not run past the incense rocket.

Even if triple defense protection was used, Ancestor Toxic Dragon was instantly sweating all over his body.

This arrow came too fast to react at all!

He tried to turn around, but only halfway around. His body had been flooded with colorful arrows and his eyes were immediately bruised.

“How dare you! Don't try to kill me with that arrow! ”