Grasping Evil

At this moment, the first, second, and fourth generations just find it incredible. In their impression, Ningfan was just a big complement to the barbarism. It should not be high. The weak Ningfan, why can the sword fly in the forbidden land... is this really a weak little monk?

Did they really look away, rather than some weak monk, but a fairy emperor?

At this moment, O'Xuan was equally shocked to be unable to speak. He saw Ningfan's reward order and recognized Ningfan's identity at first sight.

That's it, you took the arch from the dragon ancestor, no mistake!

Ancestor Toronto once said that it was a weak little monk who took the arch, the only thing to be aware of was a few drops of blood from the ancestors. Without talking about the blood of his ancestors, this man is not worth mentioning.

It's really not worth mentioning...

Thinking back to the information given by the ancestors of the poisonous dragon, O'Xuan only found it ridiculous and the information was wrong.

Ningfan, where's the weak little monk? Can a weak monk fly on the eighth floor of the sky? Show me one of them!

O'Xuan further noticed that Ning Fan had an exasperation, which could only be dyed by killing Wangu Immortal King. And if he didn't feel wrong, there was a hint of poisonous dragon ancestor's death in the rage...

Ancestor Dragon actually died in Ningfan's hands. Didn't he go to find the Qi...

“Is it the same person who took away the primacy of the Patriarch! The unlucky poison dragon, who tried to regain his temper, was killed by this man?” O'Xuan felt the truth and became more convinced that Ning Fan had become unpredictable.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

At this moment, 43,000 ancient coffins in the sky were all hissing and ancient bodies were constantly sitting out of their coffins. But Ningfan entered the eighth floor and made too much noise, waking up all the ancient bodies on this floor.

Forty-three thousand killers crossed a layer of heavy rainfall, locking down Ningfan dead.

It was the killing machine of 43,000 immortals. It stood beside Ningfan. It was only affected by the killing machine. Miaoyan Immortals were in a mess. Some of them stood unstable.

Her wounds are too severe, 43,000 ancient corpses, 43,000 immortals, these forces are too horrible, the Immortal Emperor must also retreat. The surrounding killing machine upset her. She came a little closer to Ningfan before finding some sense of security and calming down.

“There are so many ancient bodies! He, can you handle it...” Miaoyan Xianzhen was a little worried, peeked at Ningfan, bit his lip, and didn't say much.

O'Xuan and others saw the resurrection of more than 40,000 ancient corpses, and were frightened to sweat. Each of them pushed the hiding technique to the extreme, fearing that the ancient corpses would find them.

Fortunately, none of the ancient bodies noticed their existence. The eyes of 40,000 ancient corpses will all gather on Ningfan alone.

“This is going to be bad luck, being surrounded by 40,000 ancient corpses, it's a lifeless situation. ”

“Forty thousand ancient corpses, equivalent to forty thousand ancient immortals. Oh, even if there is a mediumstream fairy emperor, this child is not an opponent of these ancient corpses. ”

“Even if you can't die, you have to peel off your skin! ”

“Hang on, it's not easy to live...”

At first sight, the ancient corpse was besieged by Ningfan alone. There were some feelings of happiness and joy.

So what if you can fly the Eighth Sword? So what if you own the Immortal Emperor? Wake up the Ancient Corpse Army and see what you can do!

“My Zidou Immortal Fiction... was born in rebellion... without remorse! ”

“Life and death are all purple beasts! ”

One voice, unconsciously speaking from those ancient bodies, was accompanied by a wave of weird roars.

More and more ancient corpses are surrounded, countless killing machines are locked down, preferring to feel the cold air behind them, the heart can not suppress jumping wildly.

At this moment, he will face 43,000 immortal mighty men on his own!

All four days and nine worlds, there's no such thing as 10,000 ancient immortals! Only in ancient times, in the Purple Doo Immortal Domain, will it be possible to see these immortal armies!

Never before has he been locked by so many powerful cross killing machines, his mind lost, and it is inevitable that his true repair is not as good as those ancient corpses.

Under this lockout, the body became immobile, rather than breathing. He bite the tip of his tongue, and through a little pain, he regained control of his body. He suddenly lifted his clutch sword and swung his sword forward.

Even if 40,000 ancient bodies are blocked in the front, so be it!

He is strong by him, the sword of his life, and strong when he is strong!

As Ningfan's sword swept down, more and more swordlight appeared in front of him. In the face of 600 ancient corpses, Ningfan's sword cut out 60,000 swordlights, this time more.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand...

One hundred thousand, one million, four million!

Surrounded by four million life-cutting swords, Ningfan at this moment gives a powerful and invincible feeling!

Four million swordlights have sent out pressure beyond the scope of the second step of the monastery. Perhaps only the legendary third step saint can carry out the magic of such pressure!

Where the sword has passed, a silent wave has formed, and the avenue has collapsed, unable to resist the power of this sword!

The entire eighth floor of heaven and earth trembled violently under this sword. All the ancient corpses rushing towards Ningfan are alive at this moment, and they look at Ningfan in horror and dare not approach!

After a slight hesitation, almost 90% of the ancient corpses opted to turn around and flee, leaving desperately, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. But there are also more than 4,000 ancient corpses, gradually suppressing their fear, still rushing to Ningfan without fear.

But unfortunately, they are as powerful as moths, only to give their lives unjustly.

There was a stinking saliva in their mouths, and their faces were full of greed. In order to eat Ningfan, they could have lost their mind at any cost.

Zidou Xianxiu, who lived all his life, died and became an ignorant corpse demon... preferring to close his eyes slightly and let the light of four million swords penetrate the sky, chopping down four thousand ancient corpses.

Some of the ancient corpses that had been repaired to lower levels, before approaching 4 million swordlights, were hanged by the sword to dust, not even screaming in time.

Others were repaired into taller ancient bodies, fortunately supported by four million swordlights, and were eventually shot into a sieve by swordlights, making it difficult to escape.

Less than five short breaths, more than 4,000 ancient bodies died under Ning Fan's sword, chopped up the ancient body of the road, Ning Fan opened his eyes and looked sombre, as if to send for the distant. Seeing this amazing battle result, Miaoyan Xianzheng once again stunned to close his mouth.

I'm afraid 28 stars and ancient emperors can't defeat 4,000 immortals?

But Ning Fan won by a single blow. Has he alone exceeded the power of 28 star ancient emperors?

Four million swordlights swept away the ancient body of the roadblock and blended into the thousands of swordlights beneath Ningfan's feet. Slightly unstable swordlight has stabilized a lot, and the speed of flight has changed faster.

Black corpse ash, drifting from the sky, sprinkled on ancient green stone roads, mixed with rain water, like mud. O'Xuan and others only felt a chill coming straight from the soles of their feet into the heavens and their bodies trembled slightly independently.

Incredible, in this last era, someone can kill 4,000 Immortals with one sword!

Even quasi-sancerous can't do this, can it, only the legendary saint...

“What exactly is this repair to... is it really...” Ogen and others were deeply shocked.

The three barbarians still say, after all, they are ancient characters, but they have also met some saints in their lifetime, and soon returned to God from shock, though not confusion.

But O'Xuan was not calm. He was the Magnificent Immortal of the Last Age. Where had he seen any saints?

He doesn't believe in today's times, and there are saints who survive, let alone that Ningfan would be a saint. But the scene in front of you, how do you explain...

Besides the third step, saints, who can kill 4,000 immortals with one sword...

“Saints... in the last era, the good fortunes of the Church were lost. How can there be a saint in heaven and earth who is not dead... this son is truly a saint...”

Just as O'Xuan's inner heart shook, Ningfan's sword light passed from the top of O'Xuan's head, sounding the sound of a sword, wind and rain rolling, blowing on O'Xuan's face, drilling cold.

At this moment, Ningfan didn't even look at OXuan, but OXuan felt an intangible pressure, as the rain penetrated the bone marrow a little bit.

He was so nervous inside. At this moment, he is too close to Ning Fan. He is afraid that Ning Fan will attack him. He is not Ning Fan's opponent. He must not be. I'm afraid he can't even escape!

If Fan did, he'd believe he was going to die, just like a mortal stepped on an ant.

“This man has enemies with my Dragon clan, will he attack me...”

“Fake, must be fake. He can't be a saint, but if he really...”

“If he strikes at me, I'll fight him... but even if he does, I'm afraid he won't get away with it..." O'Xuan's heart is getting chaotic, holding the hands of the Sanskrit, trembling uncontrollably slightly...

At a time when O'Xuan was as great as the enemy, Ningfan's swordlight flew over O'Xuan's head with no intention of dealing with O'Xuan.

So O'Xuan was completely stunned, and there was a feeling of nightmare. Ningfan didn't attack him? He saved his life?

From the saints?

The tsunami of swordlight, flying successively over the heads of the four, the second and the first generations, also caused unprecedented tension among the three.

Even though these three barbarian ancestors were Gai Dynasty characters before birth, it is not comfortable at this moment, one fears that Ningfan will attack himself.

They calculated Ningfan and naturally feared Ningfan's revenge. If Fan had done it, with his‘ horrible power ', their chances of life seemed to be close to zero...

“If he does, fight him!” The three barbarian ancestors made a dark decision, but the expression didn't seem to have much background. It was like a defeated rooster, and there was a great sense of frustration.

Fortunately, however, Ningfan's sword did not stop over them and flew away.

It was not until Ningfan flew far away that they became blind in succession. Is that how simple it is to keep them alive?

O'Xuan and others naturally do not know that Ningfan is not a saint at all, not even a Immortal Emperor, he is just a small Watson monk. They don't have to be so afraid of Ningfan...

“Their faces are whitened by your fright...” Wonderful words Immortal looks complicated, she noticed the tense appearance of O'Xuan and others and can understand the mood of those people.

It's not Ogen and the others who are too timid, it's Ning Fan and the others who are too terrible...

“Really...” I'd rather leave it to myself.

He did not pay attention to the expression of Ogen and others. His eyes were only locked in the eyes of seven ancestors.

Seven ancestors, half of his body, has merged with Shimen. At this moment, Seven ancestors, his gaze is unprecedented. He was also surprised by the results of Ningfan's instant murder of 4,000 ancient corpses.

However, he is stronger than other people's eyes. He is the heavenly man's first eye. It is implicit to see that he is not a saint, so whether he is a Immortal Emperor or a Quan Saint is not known.

And what puzzles Seven Journeys in particular is that Ningfan's eyes, always locked themselves in, with an uncovered hostility.

“I don't know this person. Why would he be so hostile to me?” Seven Journeys can't figure this out.

The true identity of the Seven Ancestors is the Second Divine God of the Palm Emperor, but the memory cannot be shared because it has been separated from this prince for countless years.

If Qianzhu had the memory of the Emperor of Fortune, he could recognize at first sight that the ghost youth in front of him was the killer of the commander.

If Qiaozhu knew that Ningfan was now alias Zhao Jian, he might also recall that Ningfan had found his cause in order to regain the soul of those savages.

Unfortunately, Seven Journeys did not know where Ningfan's hostility came from. Preferred hostility, without any cover, left him confused and even more disturbed.

“This child is not supposed to be a saint, but his sword... matters, no matter why this child is hostile to the old man, this is not the time for the old man to fight him. ”

As I watched Ningfan fly closer and closer, the killing machine grew bigger and bigger. Seven ancestors frowned, reading words in their mouths and spraying several sperm of blood towards the stone door.

He borrowed not much power from the barbarian gods, and the speed of integration into the stone gate was unpleasant, but at this moment, self-damaging mystery was carried out. His breath suddenly withered, and the speed of integration into the stone gate accelerated a lot.

Prior to the arrival of Ningfan, Qiju had blended his entire body into the stone gate and disappeared.

“It's not that easy to go. ”

Swordlight flew all the way over 111 palaces into the grey fog sea at the end of Qingshi Ancient Road and towards the stone gate in the heart of the fog sea.

Ningfan stood on the tip of his sword, his long hair dancing in the wind, his eyes gleaming, his indifference to the grey fog sea, and the ancient stone gates hidden in the fog sea.

With the eyes of his second realm, looking at the stone gate seemed to have a perspective effect.

He can see that the body of the Seven Ancestors at this moment was fully integrated into the stone gate and gradually separated from the other end of the stone gate, one foot having entered the entrance passage of the ninth floor.

It was a combination of the levels of will, the seven ancestors of this moment, that replaced the will of Shimen. Him, the stone gate!

At this moment, if you hit the stone gate, you will hit Qiju!

This stone door, it seems, is the only entrance to the ninth floor, and it seems to gather with immortality...

The stone gates of immortality?

This door is exceptionally defensive, even the Seven Ancestors cannot be forcibly broken, can only pass the door by forbidden technique.

But if the immortality gathers at the stone gate, the attack of the slaying sword may have a strange effect. This sword specializes in the immortality!

Ning Fan glanced and single-handedly strangled several swords. As he approached Shimen Wanzhang, he suddenly jumped out of the sword light with a slender waist that had been grabbed by Miaoyun Xianzhen.

Thousands of swordlights under his feet immediately burst into a staggering sword shadow, slamming towards the stone door.

Heaven and earth storm, it seems to echo this sword at this moment, killing the anger!

This sword contains the power of four million life-cutting swords, and at this moment it is cut above the stone gate!

Simple and simple, but in the instant room, the heavens and the earth fall into the illusory moonlight, in which everything becomes blurred and invisible, only that sword becomes incredibly clear.

On the other side of the stone gate, in the entrance passage of the ninth floor, Qiju had separated half his body from the stone gate, and he sensed Ningfan's sword chopping the stone door, and he couldn't help but reveal a slight sense of ridicule.

He had previously underestimated the robustness of the stone gate, and only after imposing a ban and merging with the will of the stone gate did he see the horror of the stone gate from the inside.

Inside this stone gate, there is an eye of the nine-generation savage god, Ancestor Yin Ink, whose eyes contain the strength of immortality, far more than Seven Ancestors imagined.

He couldn't open the stone door before. He also had the Immortal Emperor repair to break the door. But after seeing the eyeballs, the Seven Journeys were convinced that even if a true saint came, it would not be easy to open the door.

Not to mention Ningfan, who did not enter the realm of saints.

This door cannot be forcibly broken, only by chance. This is the real way to get to the ninth floor!

“Oh, this stone door is stronger than you think, a true saint, and can't...”

The Seven Ancestors didn't finish their speech, and suddenly there was an explosion behind them.

Before he could see what was happening, he felt parts of his body that had not been separated from the stone gate in a timely fashion. He was experiencing severe pain, and there were countless rubble splashes behind him!

He turned around and saw a broken stone door!

The stone gate, which he identified as unbreakable by the saint, was destroyed directly under Ningfan's sword!

Since most of the seven ancestors' bodies are still integrated with the stone gate, when the stone gate was damaged, the seven ancestors were also implicated and severely damaged.

A huge force came from the vest, so that the seven ancestors were immediately struck like a heavy blow, the laughing expression was still hanging on his face, but his body had been pounded by that huge force, spitting blood forward and flying. He looked like a wolf, and the breath instantly fell into an unprecedented depression.

Totally and completely.

Qiju was truly astonished and hated. What was astonished was how powerful Ningfan's sword was. What I hate is that I would rather destroy the stone gate than hurt myself along with the stone gate.

“Who the hell is this man? He can break this door with a sword! No, this man is strong. He is still above the expectations of the old man. Although he is not a saint, he is not a man who can defeat him. Let's go! ”

Seven Journeys forcibly swallowed the sweet blood between their throats, and as soon as they landed, they proceeded along the passage. The speed was as fast as it flowed, leaving only a trace of colour in place.

As soon as the door was broken, the entrance lane on the ninth floor behind the door was exposed as much as possible. Ningfan landed on the ancient road with wonderful words and naturally saw the seven ancestors fleeing in a hurry.

Qi Jo wants to go, prefer Fan has no problem, but he has to leave 700,000 barbaric souls!

Ningfan was about to shoot Qianzhu with a candle bow and suddenly his eyes changed. Without saying a word, he pulled the wonderful words next to him and hurried back.

With his eyes in the second realm of the heavenly man, he could only blur to see in front of the rubble heap, a gray light flashed, attacking himself and the wonderful words. The gray light is too fast to see exactly what it is.

“What's the matter...” Fantastic words Xianzhen Huarong was surprised. She was still surprised at Ningfan's record of breaking the door with a sword. Without reacting, Ningfan pulled her straight back.

With her eyes, she can't even capture the trajectory of the gray movement. Better yet, Ningfan can see at least one gray attack.

“Yin Yang Five Swords, Slashing Sword Technique... interesting, you little man, can help my husband. ”

An old voice suddenly sounded in Ningfan's mind.

As the gray light approached Ningfan's distance, Ningfan finally saw what the gray light was.

It was a pupil with a dark eye, and the old voice was actually coming from the eye.

“Nine mountains, eight seas, one side, open! Little brother, come with me, don't worry, you won't be spared! ”

Suddenly a gleaming gray shone in the gray eyes, sweeping towards Ningfan and the wonderful words.

After the gray sweep, there is no sign of Ning Fan, the wonderful words, or the eyeballs.

“Hmm? Where's the mysterious strong man...” The seven ancestors who were running off on the ninth floor, suddenly surprised, looking back, their eyes glistened.

With the eyes of his heavenly first realm, he could not find out where Ningfan had gone.

Is it stealth, or is it a treasure in the middle of the world? Or left?

“It's important to go to the 9th floor and wake up the 9th generation of the Barbarian God... in the hope that the conditions of the husband will inspire the 9th generation of the Barbarian God to become the host of his‘ Blessings of the Barbarian God '...”

...

After a glitter of gray, Fan appeared in a gray void. There is no earth, but a rusty copper tower floats in the void.

Wonderful words, immortal prince, candle bow, clutch sword, incense rocket, burning fan, seven-star lamp and other faves are missing. The mysterious eye is also missing.

Rather than try, he can't get out of this space or get into the shadow.

Did that eyeball monster bring him here?

Had it not been for that eyeball monster blocking his way, he would have regained 700,000 barbaric souls from the Seven Grandfathers by the power of incense rockets.

Now, not only did we miss our chance to chase the Seven Journeys, but we also lost the Immortal Word...

Ningfan triggered the rainstorm, and the mind blended into the rainwater, trying to make the mind cover the entire space, but found that the space was too large to see the edges. This level of interface has reached at least the ranks of the Middle Thousand Worlds, not even the average Middle Thousand.

“Hey, little brother, this rainstorm is good, but unfortunately you can't cover the whole ‘palm void' of the old man with rainstorm if it's higher. ”

The Eyeball Monster's voice suddenly rang from the infinite depths of the void.

Judging by the direction of the sound, the Eyeball Monster is just a little further to the right in front of Ningfan at this moment!

Ning Fan glanced and acknowledged the direction of the sound, turned into a golden light, rushed out, he believed that as long as he went in that direction, he could find the mysterious eyeball monster. But my heart is hiding the idea that I was "empty-handed" by someone who was in charge of the Immortal Emperor.

The palm emptiness is the characteristic divinity of the palm emptiness. It belongs to the realm of divinity. With the experience of Ningfan, we have only heard the name. This is the first time we have seen the palm emptiness with our own eyes.

“Hey, hey, is it golden light? Little brothers have good qualifications, only to cross the realm of truth, then understand the realm of gold light, unfortunately it is only the realm of gold light's first passing, if no one points, I fear that this life will not be able to build a second death. What do you say, brother, give you a hand, help you fix the rest of it? You do your brother a favor. He'll give you a charm. How about that?” The Eyeball Monster's voice came again.

Only this time, the direction of the eyeball monster changed, before his voice came from the front of Ningfan, this time from the rear.

But in one moment, the eyeball monster ran from one end of the infinite void to the other... and it moved much faster than Ningfan.

I prefer Fan to hold his step and keep his mouth shut.

At his speed, trying to catch up with that eyeball monster in this nothingness is unlikely.

Most of his treasures fall into the hands of eyeball monsters. Wonderful words, most of them in the hands of eyeball monsters.

The eyeball monster didn't say much to him, but more or less referred to the word ’help'.

That eyeball monster brought him here, maybe for him...

“If your predecessors see those magic treasures, you can take them, but please give them back!” Rather than face the endless void.

“Phew, your magic treasures, there is no congenital object, only one congenital bowing spirit can still see, my husband can't see your things! But you brought this beautiful woman. Hey, not my type, but I don't mind if I try it...” Eyeballs laughed obscenely.

When Fa Fan's eyes were cold, Fa Bao was robbed and let go, but Miao Yan Xianzhen could not let that dirty eyeball monster bully him.

By Ningfan's mending, most of them are not the opponents of the eyeball monster. Without baseball magic, they will definitely not be able to break away from this place.

But he still has the last card in his hand, enough to make that eyeball weird.

“Burn!”

Ningfan drank the word, and three drops of blood from the ancestors and four drops of blood from the demon Rozu immediately burned.

With his current mediumterm cultivation and blood robbery, he abandoned a drop of blood from his ancestors, enough to fight the Vancouver Immortals.

If he lost seven drops of ancestral blood, even the Peak Immortal King would have worked hard!

“Burning blood? Hey, this doesn't scare the old man. It's just seven drops of Joe's blood. You're not an old opponent if you burn it. At most, you'll have the Peak Immortal King's fix for now...”

“Really. What if, at the cost of burning blood, I traded it for the culmination of the Immortal King's mending, and then forcibly broke the seal of the starting gas and detonated it...”

Ningfan's sleeve robe waved and immediately added an illusory fog to his hand.

“Start breathing!” The eyeballs freaked out.

Initial gas can be upgraded to repair or used as a weapon of mass destruction.

Although Ningfan has a 30-million seal on this starting gas, if Ningfan pays the price of seven drops of ancestral blood, it is definitely enough to instantly break all seals and use this starting gas.

The power of the gas explosion is that the Immortal Emperor can't catch it head-on. This is no joke,!

“Little brother, don't be impulsive! Once the air explodes, the entire emptiness of the palm will collapse, then the husband will have to pay! Cough cough cough, look at the old man's mouth, the old man was just joking with you, now the old man only has one eyeball left, can't play with women! Hey, let me tell you the truth, my husband brought you here for a favor. How dare she offend you? She's healing her brother, she's jumping, nothing's wrong, believe it or not, my husband told her to talk to you... little sister, say something, don't let your husband detonate...”

“... I'm not a little sister... nor is he my husband...” Mighty Word said with disgrace. The voices came from the end of the void, the temper was strong, and the wounds seemed to have eased considerably...

“Little brother, you have to put out the fire of Joe's blood, don't accidentally play big, it really burns blood, thanks to you... seven drops of Joe's blood, after using it, it's not good to cultivate anymore. The blood of Morozu is just fine. The blood is not strong enough to mention it." But getting rid of Joe's blood is a good thing. It's a shame it burns... ”

Eyeball monster laughed twice, gray light flashed, appeared in front of Ningfan, appeared together, there are also good words.

The wonderful thing about this moment, being locked in an iron cage, that iron cage doesn't even know what the magic treasure is, the creatures that are locked in, can actually be treated very well...

“Zhao Daoyou... are you all right...” Nice words Ning Fan is safe and quiet. It's a little embarrassing to be seen in a cage.

Seeing the Eyeball Monster actually closed the fantastic words in the iron cage, the eyes of Fan Fan suddenly got a little cold again.

The eyeball monster laughed a few more times, and I was embarrassed to explain, “Don't get me wrong, this iron cage is a congenital healing treasure, although it seems a bit obscene, the effect is still good..."

It's not an eye-catching cage, but it's a congenital treasure...

Just keeping people in cages for treatment. What the hell is this...

“Little brother, you see, your woman is fine, she has no hair left. Hey, hey, can we talk about business now? It's really hard to hide, brother. I need a little help...”

“Let my friend go before we talk about anything else.” I'd rather frown.