Grasping Evil

Ningfan stepped on a thousand swordlights and broke the forbidden emptiness all the way. After six breaths, the sword lights rushed to the top of the seventh floor.

At the seventh breath, the swordlight runs directly through the seventh floor of the sky and through heavy space turbulence, rushing all the way to the eighth floor.

At this point in the eighth floor, O'Xuan and others are trying to break into the palace and move cautiously towards the ninth floor.

In the sky, dense numbness is an ice coffin, with 43,000 pieces, no empty coffin, all containing ancient corpses.

The entire eighth floor is as silent as death, without even the wind, and even O'Xuan and others on the road dare not make a sound.

O'Xuan's position was the most backward, at this moment he had just broken into the 11th Palace on the 8th floor and arrived at the entrance to the 12th Palace.

Four grandfathers went to the 26th palace, two grandfathers to the 41st palace, and the first generation of barbarians to the 53rd palace. The fastest is the silent Seven Ancestors, who, at this moment, have reached the position of the 104th Palace.

He was fast and moving on like a ghost. Walking often leaves behind a colourful legacy.

105th Palace, he broke into it soon. Immediately after the 106th, 107th, 108th Palace... soon he broke through the 111th Palace and reached the top of the 8th floor.

The sky at its highest point, at its entrance, is a sea of grey mist, which is so strange that it can isolate all sounds. Even if the magic is applied in the mist sea, the ancient bodies of the outside world cannot be detected and no slight sounds can be heard.

At the center of the fog sea, a huge ink-green stone gate hangs high above the sky.

The stone gate is very ancient, I don't know how many years it has existed. The door was engraved with a huge totem of eyeballs, the eyeballs were semi-closed, and there was a hidden grey light flowing on it. If you look closely, you will find that it was a gray symbol, a lot of it, in the tens of thousands of ways.

Those inscriptions appear to have an invisible deterrent that makes the stone gate centered, within dozens of miles of each other, without any ancient corpse daring to approach.

This door is the only entrance to the ninth floor.

All you need to do is split the sky on the first seven floors to get to the next floor. Unlike the eighth floor, stone doors must be opened to enter the ninth floor.

Outside the stone gate, there is a broken stone tablet with a line of scripture engraved on it, engraved in ancient Immortal scripture.

A number of texts are already missing and unrecognizable, although some sentences are still relatively complete on the tablet.

‘... my Yin Mo ancestors, nine generations of savage gods of the ancient world... were besieged by Zidou Immortals, fled, and repressed separately by Zidou Immortals, imprisoned in Nine Heavens... and on the day of escape, vowed to kill Zidou Immortals...’

The more powerful the stone gate is, the closer it gets to the stone gate, the harder it feels to go further.

Qizhu followed Qingshi Ancient Road, all the way into the center of Misty Sea, and waited a hundred feet from Shimen before stopping footsteps. The gaze swept through the monument outside the stone gate and was temporarily deep.

“The passage to the ninth floor is not in the sky, but in this stone gate. Simply open this stone door to enter the ninth floor." The Shadowy Ink of the Barbarian God is right there.

Qiju approached the neighborhood and tried to push the stone door. He just felt the stone door was heavy and could not be pushed open at all.

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger appeared in the hearts of the Seven Ancestors, leaving him without any hesitation and immediately retreating.

The stone door in front of him suddenly appeared slightly shaken, the half-closed eyeball pattern on the door opened violently, eyes filled with heartless intentions, as if to disregard all life and death in the world.

At this moment when the eyeballs open, there is a sound coming out of the stone gate and sounding in the heads of the Seven Ancestors.

“With the fix of the first robbery in Irvangu, you are not eligible to enter the ninth floor, stand down! ”

Stand down!

Stand down!!

Stand down!!!

The sound of Stone Gate is immensely dignified and full of contempt. It does not allow the Seven Journeys to enter the Ninth Floor. It despises the Seven Journeys' cultivation.

The voice echoed in the mind of the Seven Ancestors, shocked the Seven Ancestors' awareness of the blunt pain in the sea, but the eyes did not change much, still as deep as the water.

“A stone gate in the district only gave birth to a little wisdom and dared to scorn the old man. Just let you see if my husband is qualified to step in the door. ”

Seven ancestors stepped out, crying and laughing, both heads open at the same time, spraying two bowls of thick black and red light columns, is the characteristic brutal flash technique of the Barbarian people, straight to the stone gate.

Him, blow the stone door straight with one blow!

The two sparkling columns were suddenly divided into four lines in the middle of the sky, and the more they were divided, the more they were divided into eight, eight and sixteen, and the more they were divided into nine million pieces.

Seven ancestors pointed forward, nine million brutally flashed down on the stone gate, the power of a single blow is almost equal to the power of a second strike by the Immortal King. After the blow, the stone gate appeared to have many cracks, but as a gray symbol lit up, the cracks on the stone gate immediately repaired themselves, intact as before.

“That hit wasn't enough to get to the ninth floor! Here, not where you can come from! ”

The stone gate had a cold drink, and the pattern of the eyeballs on the door flew out 2,000 gray symbols. Under the symbols converged, forming a gray wind, the center of the wind, and four huge shadows of fire and phoenix appeared, surrounded by gray flames.

Four grey flames roared, stirring their wings, and the grey sea of fire immediately flooded toward the Seven Journeys. The ash fires were terrible, passing along the way, and the avenues were burned to ashes.

Seeing this scene, the seven ancestors will change slightly. If they do not leave this place, they will surely be submerged in the Fire Sea. After a short step back, he raised his hand and pointed forward. Nine million barbaric flashes suddenly appeared between the heavens and the earth. They merged into each other and condensed into a cold knife, slashing it towards the fire.

Once it was cut, the sea of fire in front of him was directly divided into two parts. The knife went all the way forward, the momentum was unstoppable, and eventually the knife was severely cut over the stone gate.

This time, there were more cracks in the stone gate, but as the gray symbol flashed, it was still fixed.

“Still not enough!” Shimen smiled slightly, seemingly disdainfully at the power of Seven Ancestors.

This stone gate is condensed by the air of immortality, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for countless years, and finally a little wisdom is born.

Since the stone gate is condensed by the air of immortality, it can be repaired by itself only momentarily after damage. It is almost impossible to blow the stone door in front of the idle immortal. Unless the Immortal Emperor is met and the stone door is irreparably damaged by a single blow, it is difficult to break the stone door by force.

“Cause and effect! ”

Seven Journeys remain calm as water, turning their hands, removing twelve or black or white pieces, fingers bouncing continuously, and sacrificing towards the front.

After flying out a little distance, the chess pieces suddenly changed into human shapes, turning into twelve old men with pale white hair and dressed in seven-colored robes, standing proudly.

These twelve elderly people, whose appearance is covered in seven colors of light, cannot be seen clearly, each has a power close to the grand immortal, all of them are the causal divisions of the refining of the Seven Ancestors.

One of the elderly opens his mouth and sucks forward, sucking a lot of dead air directly into the stomach, devouring the refinery, which weakens the stone door a lot.

Another old man bit through the finger room and drew a crow totem in front of him, reading words in his mouth. The totem became a crow, and he struck the stone gate with fear of death and blew the stone door with self-destructive means.

The other elderly are also exhibitors, short breaths of kung fu, stone doors are heavily damaged, cracks are thick cloth, almost crushing.

“It's kind of funny, but it's not enough!” Stone Gate said unexpectedly that the inscription flashed on his body and all cracks were immediately repaired as they had begun. No matter how the twelve colorful elderly attacked, the stone gate could be broken.

“What a trick...” Seven Journeys frowned for the first time, retracting all twelve causes and consequences.

“Luckily my husband was ready. ”

Seven ancestors turned their hands and took out a ghostly Mori soul handkerchief. After a slight indulgence, they held the soul handkerchief, bending their knees and kneeling under the stone gate.

This kneeling, kneeling is not the stone gate, but the ancient barbarian gods.

The ancient barbarians have many forbidden techniques. Only by worshipping the barbarian gods and borrowing a little power from the heavens and the earth can the corresponding gods be displayed.

“The eleventh branch of the ancient barbarian kingdom, Brother Fan of the Fan family, prayed to the gods of the barbarians and gave them strength. ”

Quite simply, Qiju bit his finger, beneath the finger point, painted a huge blood array. Once more, the spirits flew out of the millions of barbarians immediately in the spirits, all trapped in the bloodbath.

These barbaric souls initially lost sight and gradually regained some wisdom over time.

The first to regain their wisdom was the souls of the barbarian monks. Some barbarian monks recognised the origin of the blood array in front of them and were greatly dismayed.

This bloodbath, as documented in the ancient books of the barbarians, is an ancient form of formation used by the ancient barbarians when offering sacrifices to the barbarians.

Legend has it that ancient barbarians are very different from today's barbarians and can gain strength by repairing them, extending their lifespan.

Legend has it that ancient barbarians can lay down sacrificial battles, by sacrificing sacrifices, borrow the power of the barbarian gods from the heavens and the earth, and impose some special forbidden techniques.

These legends, many ancient books have been documented, and even some have retained maps, many of which are known to barbarians.

Unfortunately, the Barbarians of the Hereafter cannot practise, and no one can lay down the battle of sacrifice, borrowing the power of the savages of heaven and earth...

But these barbarians know more or less the sacrificial battle! The way we see it, it's absolutely sacrificial. They're sacrificed!

“No! I wait for my soul to be taken away and sacrificed as a sacrifice!” Some barbarians were shocked and told other barbarians what was happening before them. Millions of barbarians panicked.

“What! We've become sacrifices! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Lord Shang Xian, where are you? Help us! Please!”

“Lord Shang Xian...”

“Lord Zhao Jian...”

A barbarian revealed despair, kneeling in blood, praying with devotion and devotion.

Once again, they are in despair and have no certainty as to whether they will survive this barbaric catastrophe.

They believed in the Ancestors, but it was ruined. Nowadays, there is only one man of their faith, a heretic immortal who saved them in the Holocaust.

Shang Xian Zhao Jane, he is the last faith of these barbarians.

Every barbarian, old man or child, is praying. They don't know if the fairies will come to save them. Knowing that hope was faint, he was unwilling to do anything, bowing his head and dying. It seems that only prayer can reduce a little fear of death.

Lord Shang Xian, where are you...

We wait for the barbarians to be abandoned by the heavens and the earth, devastated, and thou wilt come to save us... and if thou comest, I will give my heart and be thy faithful servant...

This scene made Seven Journeys feel a little stingy and frowns wrinkled.

The savages of the ancient wilderness have been the servants of the Fan family brothers since ancient times. These savages clearly need only seven savage ancestors of the Fan family, how can they believe in others? Oh, it's interesting to change faith and believe in a heterosexual Xianxiu named Zhao Jane.

Shang Xian Zhao Jian? Oh, never heard of it.

No one can save you. The man named Zhao Jane can't save you either. Wait, it's just a sacrifice that my husband went to the ninth floor.

“In the ancient heavens, let the heavens come to me! ”

Seven ancestors showed their heartless colors and worshipped towards the bloodbath.

Under this prayer, millions of barbarians in the bloodbath, each severely struck, screaming and screaming, began to dissipate at an extremely rapid rate.

“Goodbye! ”

“Three years! ”

Three years later, Seven Journeys stood up and looked cold at the millions of Barbarians in the bloodbath, like a herd of livestock.

In his obsessive eyes, the souls of the barbarians continued to scatter, more and more barbarians died, and in a moment 300,000 died. On the other hand, the seven ancestors gradually added a hint of unclear power.

That power, which is the power of the barbarian gods spoken to each other by the ancient barbarians, although the power of the barbarian gods that came to the seven ancestors was minimal, it was enough for him to carry out an ancient barbarian banning technique with low rank.

“Only 300,000 barbarians have been sacrificed, and a little barbarian power has come... enough. Seventy thousand barbaric souls left, or stay for a while, just in case...”

Seven ancestors, one of the finest, suspended the sacrifice of the Blood Formation, and blessed the remaining 700,000 barbaric souls into the soul. Then the last ten fingers pinched, with ancient spells in his mouth, his body suddenly faded into a shadow.

Step by step, he walked towards the stone door. This time, Seven Journeys' body seemed to be nothingness. He lifted his right foot and stretched out toward the stone door, near the transparent right foot, directly through the stone door, and did not enter the stone door.

At this moment, he seemed to merge with the stone gate, as if his will had replaced the will of the stone gate, as if the stone gate had become him, and he, as the stone gate...

“Ancient forbidden art! All right, you're eligible for the ninth floor!” The tone of Stone Gate became a little stiff.

It is unclear which ancient forbidden technique Seven Ancestors used, but it knows that it can no longer stop Seven Ancestors.

Next, Qiju will blend into the stone gate a little bit and eventually walk out the other side of the stone gate, directly across the stone gate and into the ninth floor.

Qizhu ignored the stone gate, so I still, my body slightly turned towards the stone door, and merged with the stone gate. He borrowed less power from the barbarian gods and did not blend into the stone gate too quickly. It took him a long time to blend half of his body into the stone gate.

Suddenly, Qianzu was slightly surprised and looked towards the lower level.

At this moment, on the eighth floor of the dead air, a wind suddenly broke out and there was a slight rain, falling from the sky.

Weird... the cold in the eighth floor is very heavy, the temperature is very low, and any water drops here will instantly condense into ice. Here, why is it raining?

This rain, it doesn't look like the Avatar has changed... without any trace of the axe carving... this rain, where it came from. Seven ancestors frowned and felt a little uneasy.

“Weird, why is it raining all of a sudden... this rain won't wake the corpses here? ”

O'Xuan, the first generation, the second ancestor, and the fourth ancestor all looked worried. Fortunately, the rain did not wake the ancient corpse, and the four of them had to loosen their minds.

For some reason, the rain just keeps getting bigger.

At first, it was just a little rain, and then it was almost as heavy as a waterfall.

At the entrance of the eighth floor, a sudden space crack appeared, which became more and more, finally breaking apart and revealing the turbulent flow of space beneath it.

In the turbulence of space, a vast sword burst out of it!

On the tip of the sword stand two figures. One of them was a young man in white, with silver hair dancing in the wind and rain, with ghosts separating all expressions and revealing only brazen eyes.

Heaven and earth storm, the youth peep the rain, saw the seven ancestors blood sacrifice the brutal soul scene.

He's late. A million barbarian souls have been sacrificed. 300,000...

The dead barbarians prayed for him before they died, but he was late.

I can't say sad, I would rather Fan had already seen light life and death, heart like iron stone, barbarian death, can't make him sad.

It was just an anger that could not be waved in my heart. The prayers of the barbarians before their death were in sight, indelible and indelible.

The storm, which covered the entire eighth floor, suddenly added a sense of suicide.

Ning Fan lifted his foot and just rushed into the eighth layer of heavenly sword light, directly locking Qianzhu, rushing out suddenly, the royal sword hurtled.

The eighth layer of vast and unbridled anti-emptiness, trying to suppress Ningfan from the air, was decimated by the thousand swordlights.

The remaining 700,000 barbarian souls, he wants them all back!

“It's a flying sword! ”

When that thousand swordlights rushed into the eighth floor, Ogen-san and others sucked in a breath of cold air, and even Seven Journeys showed a shock for the first time.

The no-fly force in the eighth floor is so powerful that even the weaker Immortal Emperor may not be able to fly in the eighth floor.

Somebody, at least have the strength of the Midwest Immortal Emperor!

Somebody, who is it?

In the moment of seeing the silver face of Ningfan, Ohxuan, the first generation, the second ancestor and the fourth ancestor are all greatly changed in color.

“It's him!” All four lost their voices.

The man who possesses the power of the Immortal Emperor will be the Grim Monk...