Grasping Evil

“The corpse is dead, now! ”

With the strange sound of the eyeballs falling, the giant statue on the far left, the stone chips constantly peeling off, the appearance is no longer blurred, gradually becoming clearer.

If the good words were here, it would surely be another shock, because the figure of this giant statue is exactly the same as the one in the top-secret file of the Four Kingdoms, the North Heavenly Journey Emperor!

It's a statue of a middle-aged man with a black moon totem on his right face, a tribal emblem of a mourning clan. His hands are wrapped around countless puppet lines, his eyes are merciful, and in that mercy, there is an indelible sadness. That sadness was extremely infectious and quickly spread throughout the valley.

Ningfan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, which brings back the saddest memories in his heart.

He remembered his mother, her pale face, sacrificing all her demonic blood and turning it into a stone statue, only to save the child's life.

He remembered his father, under the fortune of the Immortal Emperor, a sad, desperate howl, a little loss of memory of his beloved heart.

He remembered the old demon. That year, in the city of Seven Mei, the old demon was abandoned by Emperor Xiao Tuni himself. For the first time, the old demon showed a sad expression of old age, like an old man lying in his sleep...

Preferably suddenly, suddenly, unconsciously, he had shed tears.

He was assimilated by the sadness of the ancient statue of mourning, which has a kind of empathy!

“Who is this shape-shaped, there is such a powerful sorrow that I sink into it, I can't pull myself out! ”

Ningfan Mindfulness rushed out of the lake and saw the constant distribution of a sad mourning image, his eyes moving.

“Hey, hey, this is the statue of the mourning emperor, kid, look up to the North Emperor. His strength is indispensable to break the art of blessing. ”

Eyeball monster hey hey smile, answer. But the heart whispers in darkness.

“Mourning, mourning, I used to have a good relationship, today I use your power, you wouldn't mind. How can you care if you're dead? Even your daughter is dead. Today's heavens and earth have little old knowledge. It's really lonely...”

He continues to provoke divinity and read words in his mouth. The ancient statues of mourning are becoming increasingly overwhelming, leaving the entire valley under his pressure.

That pressure, like an invisible hand, suddenly shot, tore in the direction of the lake water, Ningfan at the bottom of the lake, immediately felt a torn and severe pain. As if at this moment, his path was ripped open by the invisible hand!

On the right half of the body, blood immediately seeped out of the skin, staining the white coat on the body and dissolving in the lake water.

Immediately thereafter, even the flesh dissolved a little bit in the lake water, leaving only the white bones of Sensen beneath the skin.

Loss of flesh, preferring the right half of the body to look dry, clothes on white bones, feeling empty.

And with the dissolution of half the body, imprisoning the Blessing Power of Ningfan Numen God, life weakened by a thousandth.

At this time, the lake's immortality was immense, flowing wildly towards Ningfan's right half body.

The power of immortality seems to be incompatible with the power of his Yin and Yang demons, as if they were born with two hostile forces, unable to coexist.

Forgive me, but the power of immortality still nourishes the severely damaged body. So there was this weird scene at the bottom of the lake.

Ningfan has only white bones left in the right half of his body, and no flesh can be seen, while the left half of his body is still nourished by the air of immortality, intact as it was in the beginning.

Gradually, the power of immortality wrapped around Ningfan's skeleton, causing an instant scene of flesh and blood restructuring over the empty white bone.

Only a few breathing rooms, preferring the right half body, reshaped at the bottom of the lake, no different from the previous body!

“Not enough! Bad Corpse Ink, now! ”

The eyeballs looked at the second giant statue and snorted, “Yin ink, Yin ink, you are my body, I am your eyes, you and I are one, I use your power, can't you? ”

The second giant statue gradually became clearer.

It's a statue of an old man with a naked upper body, a skirt wrapped in animal hide, and his hair tied to countless braids.

Its appearance is clearly consistent with the ancient statue of the Ninth Floor of Heaven!

This is the statue of Ancestor Yin Mo! Ningfan's eyes moved slightly. First the mourning image, then the Yin Ink image. What's the connection between the two?

In the ancient statue of mourning, there is indelible sorrow.

The ancient statue of Yin Ink is almost insanely murderous.

A stormy slaughter suddenly leaked from above the Yin Ink statue and weighed down towards the entire valley.

This killing is no less weak than the grief of mourning the great emperor, and it will similarly envelop Fan.

Ningfan's gaze suddenly became red, and the murderous intentions of brutality began to thrive.

It's an almost unrecognized killing intent. Kill, kill, kill any creature that appears in front of you!

“It feels very similar to the erosion of the power of hijacking. Now that my blood has been robbed, this killing will not disturb my mind! ”

Ningfan's memories flashed red, and he broke up this killing intent.

He can allow himself to be moved by grief, but he cannot allow himself to be eroded by killing intentions.

With the arrival of the second ancient statue, the tearing power on Ningfan is instantly more than doubled!

This time, even Ningfan's left half of the body began to dissolve. With immortal force, the dissolved part quickly rearranged.

“Still not enough. Do you want to use the power of Ben my corpse... hey, use it, immortal brother, let me borrow your power, offense, no wonder...” Eyeball monster looked at the third giant statue, look careful, seems afraid of the third giant statue.

“Ben, I'm not dying, now! ”

Boom!

The strange sound of the eyeballs had just fallen, and above the valley, countless black robbery clouds immediately appeared. Those clouds are all immortalized!

A black lightning, falling from the sky, thunderous noise, the appearance of the third giant statue a little clearer.

It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with long hair and a common appearance, but his eyes sparkled.

There is no way to describe such a bright eye, as if it were a whole starry sky in his eyes.

In that gaze, there is a more carving thought, a thought of the starry sky of the late kingdom...

This thought, silent and silent, suddenly covered Ningfan, stirred up the love of Ningfan's hometown.

Ningfan seems to have resonated with the third archaeological figure, as if he could feel the emotions that circulated to this day countless years ago.

I miss home... very much... but home, it's gone... it's an ancient man's emotion, not a mediocre emotion.

In the orbit of the third ancient statue, suddenly two lines of blood tears were shed. His home, long gone, long gone... long gone...

“This is the statue of the immortal Emperor... bastard, take a good look, this man is the # 1 Emperor under the Purple Doo Immortal Throne! Even if you see him in desolation, you're welcome to give him three points!” Eyeballs are full of awe.

In the next moment, a horrific atmosphere that was seen only in life, never above the ancient statue of death, suddenly suppressed!

That's several times more powerful than the Great Emperor!

That's the power of the First Immortal Emperor under the Purple Doo Immortal Throne!

At this moment, there is an ancient sound in heaven and earth, an echo buried in the heavenly circle!

It was the immortal emperor many years ago, and he screamed unwillingly!

“I, Zidou Xianxiu, rebelled to life, buried boneless, life and death are all Zidou Xian! ”

“The world is here, the world is dead! I hereby swear that in this life, I will kill all enemies and return to my country! ”

“... I cut out the evil body, but the evil body betrayed the Purple Dove Immortal Domain, turned to the robber and became a nine-generation savage god, which I hated all my life...”

“Dead corpses... carry the sadness of my life and stay in the realm of dreams... this is the last home of Zidou Immortals... the immortal void, left for your own protection..."

“Dead bodies... when I've killed all the extraterritorials, I'll be here to take you home...”

A sound, sounding over the valley, is the echo left by the immortal Emperor in the heavenly circle, spreading from time to time.

When I heard this voice again, the eyes of the Eyeball Monster suddenly became a little wet, and tears were shed.

But he quickly took tears and manipulated the formation with dedication.

He must help Ningfan break the blessing technique! Then, kill Yin Ink!

Because... this is the hatred of the immortal emperor's life.

“The magic of immortality, the way of command... all the heavens and the earth obey my command! Immortal star, now! ”

Eyeball monster suddenly provoked the senses, in the water of the lake, a little blood mist suddenly flew towards the sky.

Above the valley, in an instant, the night descends. In the endless darkness of the night, there will be a star, and it will come down slowly, and it will be the mist of blood that will make it.

It is a purple star with a very horrible atmosphere of immortality!

His name is Immortal Star! In the right eye of the immortal emperor, there were nine stars, not dead stars, one of the nine stars.

It's just above this purple star, and somehow, the cracks are so thick...

“The immortal emperor fought an extraterritorial monk, was besieged by twelve saints, and the fourth star spot on his right eye was smashed. The broken star is transformed into a drop of black blood... that drops of black blood, containing the memory and thoughts of the immortal Emperor for half his life, and a hint of inheritance remains in it... this inheritance is only available to the immortal corporeal monks. Others, can't get...”

“Unfortunately, since ancient times, besides the immortal emperor, there has not been born a second immortal monk, which is inherited from this blood, for fear that no one can obtain it...” Eyeball Monster did not know that there has been a second immortal monk born in the world, called the Commander, before he grew up, he was cut to death by Ningfan's sword.

“In order to help this boy break the blessing technique, the old man used the blood of his inheritance. I hope this kid won't disappoint me... but kill Yin Ink! ”

Suddenly, the eyeballs drank, and the purple star over the valley immediately turned into a purple light, suddenly shooting down towards the water of the lake.

Ningfan at the bottom of the lake, his eyes changed and he watched a purple ray shine towards his body.

He tried to hide, but the sound of the Eyeball Monster came in and out at this moment, causing him to dispel the notion of evasion.

“This is the Immortal Star, the fourth point of the Ninth Divine Star in the right eye of the Immortal King, and the key to the art of breaking blessings. Accept it!

Next, your body will collapse and regroup a thousand times. Without its power, you will crash into a thousand times! ”The eyeball monster suddenly warned.

At this moment when the warning sounds, the flesh of Ningfan begins to collapse for the first time and crazily collapse!

This time, not only the flesh, but even the bones began to collapse, starting with the right hand, then the right half, then the whole body.

In an instant, the robe of Ningfan was crushed, and the whole body collapsed into a blood mist, leaving only the Numen, alone at the bottom of the lake.

Even if the flesh collapses, there is still a very powerful blessing power over the Numen, making the Ningfan Numen unable to fly ten feet away from the land of the flesh collapse!

At this moment, the purple starlight flew into Ningfan Yuanjin, and Ningfan Yuanjin's little face hesitated slightly, and finally did not resist this power.

He chose to believe the Eyeball Monster once. After all, not believing the Eyeball Monster was a dead end, and he had no choice.

As soon as the purple starlight entered, the Ningfan Numen was caged into the pale purple light.

The flesh, which had collapsed into a mist of blood, was reconstituted in just one moment, but the flesh collapsed again.

Recombination, collapse, reorganization, collapse... collapse alternating with reorganization, is a suffering at the will level.

Seems like there's a tiny blade, cutting all your flesh in an inch.

Seems like there's an iron chisel, chiseling through your bones a little bit.

Looks like there's an iron clamp, a slice of it pulling your fingernails off, one clamping your fingers.

Later, it was the newborn of itching, followed by the next round of severe pain.

With the power of the law of formation, that sore pain was amplified countless times. But Ning Fan always looked at it cold.

His will has gone through too much grinding, so much pain, he has tasted too much, already numb.

It was just a secondary physical collapse, which ultimately caused some minor injuries to Ningfan's Numen, which he could not ignore.

After ten crashes, Ningfan Yuanjin's face became pale as paper.

After twenty collapses, Ningfan's Numen were already somewhat illusory.

Thirty times, forty times... the Numen of Ningfan are finally on the verge of dissipation, and their consciousness is fading away. Once the Numen are dispersed, he dies, like so many people who have died on the road, quietly.

Are you willing?

Willing to die without a name!

Willing to be killed by Yin Mo Ancestor!

No, I don't want to!

“Do not disperse!” Ningfan's Numen, his face is suddenly paranoid as a demon. He doesn't want to dissipate, so even on this day, he can't dissipate!

Lost consciousness, forcibly recalled by him!

Nearly dissipated Yuan Gods, he used his commanding power to forcibly stabilize them!

His paranoia, it seemed, sensed with the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to emit a sense of silk warmth, making his Numen more and more concentrated and conscious.

His spirit was unprecedented, as if there was a sound, and suddenly it sounded in Ningfan's head. He didn't know where it came from, and it was difficult to find it.

“Think home... think... really...”

“... this drop of blood, my half-life memories and my thoughts about my hometown...”

Who's that? Who's talking?

A powerful attack came, preferred only to realize the pain of the sea, consciousness suddenly fell into multiple hallucinations.

No, it's not a hallucination, it's a shattered and chaotic memory.

In that memory, a barbarian teenager in the skin of an animal fled wildly on the prairie.

He was just an ordinary barbarian who didn't fix it. Behind him, a few pulsating brothers rode a flying sword and chased him all the way back, playing tricks on him.

Run! Run!

Distant tribes, already bloody, dad dead, grandma dead, his homeland, invaded by Ziwei Immortal Domain. His family was killed by the high priests, Brother Ziwei...

Home, no...

“Enough fun, stop chasing. Kill the kid. You can go back to work.” A vein-breaking teenager got tired of playing, sacrificing a flying sword in his hand and shooting at a barbarian teenager who ran desperately ahead.

The barbarian teenager felt only a bit of pain coming, and it was getting darker and darker in front of him, falling to the ground.

Is he, is he dead... is this, is he dead...

If I die, can I see Mom and Dad, and if I die, can I go home?

On the verge of death, the barbarian teenager gave a warm smile, which may be better than living and dying.

The corpse of the barbarian teenager fell on the ground, and the pulsating monks landed on the ground, ready to cut off the head of the barbarian teenager, and went back for prayer.

At this point, the whole grassland sky suddenly turns into a huge piece of purple.

A man in purple light walked towards the corpse of a barbarian teenager with a slight stare.

Once the man attacked the purple coat, the wind was spectacular, and the surrounding body was not slightly mended, but it gave a feeling of invincibility.

Suddenly a few pulse breaking monks caught on, how could they not know the man in front of them? This is a monster named Ziwei, Beidou two great fairy domains!

“Yes... it's him! That self-proclaimed madman of Purple Dou! ”

“Months ago, this number killed 3,000 dead Ziwei Immortals with its own strength. Sixteen saints died in his hands in that battle! The entire Purple Viper Immortal Domain is now wanted! ”

“It is rumored that after the departure of this man, he met the King of Beidou Immortals, and after the Great War, he retreated. Without entering Step 4, this person has the power to fight Step 4 Brothers. If you enter the fourth step, who can compete with the Emperors of Immortals! ”

“Will... will die? Rumor has it that this man is murderous and vicious. If we meet this man, there is no reason to live...”

Several punctuated generations trembled constantly, frightened without blood.

Young people in purple clothes did not look at the younger generations, but only a handful. The younger generations immediately burst into a bloody mist and died screaming.

What if you bully me? Each of these pulsating monks killed a number of barbarians and had a number of causes and consequences on his hands.

If you dare to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.

“Ziwei and Beidou, the two great fairy domains, have completely surrendered to the world of dust?” The Immortal Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, listening to the dust and surrounding the ancient world... has Ziwei and Beidou fallen to this point? "

“The ancient kingdom, the purple violet, the Beidou... the three kingdoms join forces, and the strong dust kingdoms, the ancient kingdoms will soon be broken, I'm afraid... the slave kingdom of the gloomy spirit, there will be one more...”

The young man in purple clothes closed his eyes slightly and was unable to change the status quo due to the difficulty of self-preservation during the great age.

It's not the fourth step, it's the termite. He's only a short way from the fourth step, but it's still far...

He hasn't seen his way yet.

“My way, what exactly...”

The young man in purple watched the ancient world of fire and suddenly felt a little irritated.

He hates the realm of mending such a battle, and every day countless mortals and weak people die in turmoil.

It's like this barbarian teenager in front of you, who was used by the monks as a trick, and after a trick, he was brutally murdered...

“Hmm? Not dead?” The young man in purple suddenly shouted softly.

It was the barbarian teenager who fell into the bloodstream, hurting so badly that he climbed up from the ground.

The teenager, indeed, is a mortal who has nothing to do with it.

The boy's heart was hung by a flying sword, and he's still alive...

This teenager, isn't it possible to have some kind of special body... that the realm of cultivation never seems to have?

“How could I not be dead! ”

The barbarian teenager suddenly burst into tears.

Mom and Dad are dead. He's the only one alive.

What the hell is this?

“Why should the weak be bullied and killed by the strong, and why, who set this rule! ”

The barbarian teenager did not notice that a young man in purple was standing beside him, crying with his own eyes.

The young man in purple clothes was overwhelmed by the words of the barbarian teenager, confused for many years, enlightened.

“The rules... yes, the road to the fourth step, the bad part is this. I haven't set my own rules yet! ”

The young man in purple looked deeply at the Barbarian teenager and asked, "What's your name? ”

The barbarian teenager was shocked, and found that there were others beside him. At first glance, he was even more scared to forget to cry.

The warrant for the young man in purple has already been sent to the great fairy domains. Even mortals who recognize him, consider him a demon who kills people without blinking.

“I... my name is Yin Mo...” the barbarian teenager replied weakly.

...

Ning Fan was slightly surprised and temporarily awakened from his memory.

I can't believe he saw the memory of the immortal Emperor!

It's just that in the memory of the immortal Emperor, why are there Yin Mo Ancestors, why are there Zidou Immortal Emperor!

Immortality, dark ink, mourning, these three seem to have some kind of indescribable connection...

Especially surprising to Ningfan, he actually saw the scene of the fourth step when King Zidou asked in this memory!

Purple Dou in memory, obviously has not yet taken the fourth step to become a generation of Immortal Emperor.

But he was close to the fourth step, and he sent a bang.

"My way, what exactly..."

‘The rules... yes, the road to the fourth step, the bad part is this. I haven't set my own rules yet! ’

Ningfan, this tiny second step is a real fairy, who actually hears Zidou Xianhuang's understanding of the fourth step. Although there were only two simple sentences, it was enough to shock him.

Does he count as an ancestor, seeing the fourth step?

How many saints are poor all their lives and can't find a way to break through step four, he simply sees it, never die in the memory of the Great Emperor...