Grasping Evil

During the week, Ningfan fought the power of the Great Five Walkers and dared to restore his powers without compromising.

But today, he is not going to swallow ordinary fairy fire, but the fire of the beast.

Ningfan did not know that Er Beast is the beast of the four great holy beasts of the ancient barbaric realm. One of the invincible fireways is the Peacock clan of the Immortal domain of Purple Dou. He has also repaired Er Beast in the fireways to defeat the first line.

The fire of the beast is unique in the world. This phrase is passed down in the mouth of the ancient barbarian world, it is not just a statement.

Peacock, Golden Wood, Centipede, Leaving Dragon, Nine Livestock, Sun Fairy...

How many ancient clans on the path of fire, all in one word of fire, were defeated in the hands of the Erebite clan.

How many ancient emperors of fire have tasted defeat in the hands of the beast.

The beasts may not be the mighty ones in the heavens and the earth, but they are worthy kings in the field of fire repair.

The fire of the beast is the only one in the world. Anyone who wants to fight it today is the only fire in the world!

The fire of the beast, which was swallowed up in the belly by Ningfan, although it contained a tremendous amount of life, was also deadly.

The fire of the beast was too hegemonic. As soon as it entered the body of Nine Fans, it was divided into Nine Flames, scattered along the veins of Nine Fans, wandering unscrupulously, trying to burn everything ahead.

The vitality of the body, the speed of incineration is faster, even the magic is a little steamed dry.

Worse still, with the strength of the Great Five Walkers of Ningfan, we could have ignored the damage of the true Immortal Fire, but at this moment, under the burning of the Fire of the Beast, the injuries continue to occur.

This flame has exceeded Ningfan's defense!

One, two, three, four.

In the past four breaths alone, Ningfan seemed to reach the limit. The internal meridian pulse was burned by the fire of the beast. It was like a dry straw, and it broke after a gentle touch.

The temperature in the body is even more frightening, the blood boils like soup, and the flesh begins to burn. Worse still, one of the nine flames directly attacked Ningfan's Numen.

What a raw and arrogant flame, wanting to directly burn Ningfan's Numen, killing Ningfan!

Ningfan Yuanjin held the sword in his hand and defended himself against the attack of fire, but he was still burned a lot, gradually, and his wounds were getting worse.

Five, six, seven...

Tenth breath, preferably pale as paper, as expected by the eyeball monster, without special means, he could not hold the eleventh breath.

Ten cents is Ningfan's limit!

Eleven cents. Probably hard to survive...

“Ten interest rates have arrived, and the boy almost asked his husband to do it.” The eyeballs are dark and proud, and I look forward to the scene of Ning Fan's painful plea.

“If he asks me to do it, I will prompt him to deceive Heaven and help him avoid the sixth loss. Hey, my husband is so kind, always so helpful. ”

“Hmm? After eleven breaths, why don't you ask me? He's pretty good at it, but he's not going to last another 12. ”

“... oops, hey, it's thirteen breaths, this one still holds up, nice. Well, the husband bet you can hold on to two more, but you'll never hold on to the sixteenth. ”

“... seventeen breaths away, this son won't burn at the bottom of the lake... but he's still breathing, he's not dead. ”

“Nineteen...”

“Twenty-two...

“Twenty-nine...”

“Forty-four...”

“936 interest...”

“Wait for my husband to take a nap and count...”

“3650...”

“7922 interest...”

“Wait for the old urea, then count...”

“11,472 interest...”

“Twenty thousand...”

“30,000...”

“... ”

“96,756...”

“... ”

“... ”

“... ”

“Damn, it's been three days and three nights, how can this son of a bitch survive! Is he a monster? The fire of the beast here can also be burned by the Immortal King. He can survive in the fire for three days and three nights! ”

Three days later, the Eyeball Monster roared chest-to-chest on the shore of the lake, although it had no breasts and no feet.

He waited three days without waiting to come to Ningfan's plea, which was so disappointing and really surprised the eyeballs.

The descendants of this fierce Emperor seem to have more bone than he thought... a dark whisper in his eyes.

He spreads his mind and penetrates the bottom of the lake. Every time he sees it, he sees it as if it were a burning man.

At this moment, Ningfan, sitting in the center of the Sea of Fire of the Beast, his whole body burning, this state, he has been in for three days and three nights.

Ten breaths, the limit of his support in the Fire Sea, even if he has trained the Great Five Walkers to the full realm, he will not be able to stay in the Fire Sea more, only because the fire of the beast is too powerful.

He could not hold his eleventh breath, but the sun and moon tablets in the shadow of the world defended themselves at this moment.

Sun and moon tablets, capable of devouring flames!

The reason why Ningfan can last three days and three nights in the flame sea depends on the power of the sun and moon tablet!

As early as the beginning of the monastery of Ningfan, with the power of the sun and moon tablet, all the way to suppress the fire of enemy repair, defeat the fire repair.

Later, he repaired the five smaller and five bigger walkers, and the enemies he encountered were rarely repaired by fire. Even if it is, it can be accommodated. Gradually, the sun and moon tablets are no longer commonly used.

Later, the Yin and Yang locks were double-locked, and there was once again an additional star tablet in the Xuanyin realm, along with the Sun and Moon tablets, the double tablet town boundary. After the double-tablet town boundary, Ningfan repair, unable to remove two tablets from the Xuanyin boundary, empty two congenital treasures, but unable to use.

So the sun and the moon, together with the star, were dust sealed in the shadow.

But this time, the Sun and Moon are destined to succeed again!

Because this time, the fire of the beast is too strong to be won with Ningfan's modification plus the Great Five.

This time, he had to rely once again on the power of the Sun and Moon tablet, which, even if it could not be removed from the shadow, could be used to moderate the fire of the beast slightly.

In terms of fire alone, the fire of the beast is unique, but that does not mean that the fire of the beast has no natural enemies.

Sun, moon, tablet, the five lines of the world. If you are stronger than the fire of the beast, I want you too!

Of course, if the firepower of the beast in front of you exceeds that of the sun and moon, the sun and moon cannot be built.

The Sun and Moon Monument is an innate treasure that has killed countless, prestigious monuments in the hands of the ancients, but it is also limitless.

Close to the flame of saint power, the sun and moonstone, no grams can fall.

The magnitude of the fire in front of us is enough to threaten the lives of the mighty Immortal King, far from the power of saints, and the sun and moonstone can still be restrained.

A fire, separated from the sea of fire, was sucked into the body by Ningfan, refined into the shadow of the Xuan Yin, and swallowed into the sun and moon tablet.

After all, the sun and moon tablets are used across a vast shadow, and the sun and moon tablets are not eating up the flames quickly.

Forgive me, but every time I swallow up some flames, I'd rather have a lot of life in my body.

Fire has life, life, death...

All living things in the world have life and death, not life and death given by the world, but life that they inherently possess...

In the eyes of barbarians, the world is alive.

Ningfan sat for three days and three nights, swallowing a lot of fire life, forcing the sixth loss, and thinking about these issues.

It's a unique world view of the barbarians, a completely different world view from that of the Four Days and Nine Kingdoms.

Three days later, the sixth loss has been survived by Ningfan for much longer than Ningfan could have imagined.

There are fewer and fewer fires around, which means that the sixth loss is nearing passage.

Three lines of blood gradually emerge in the body, one by one, each condensed into droplets. If they survive the sixth loss, they are three drops of ancestral blood!

Ningfan's level of magic fire is also unconsciously rising.

For the first time since he practiced all the way, he had consumed such a powerful flame, and the previous level of magic fire had just reached the level of ignorance and true fire.

The firepower of the True Fire is comparable to the Pharaoh of the Day after tomorrow. Generally speaking, only the early brothers of Watson can make it.

And now, the Magic Fire level is breaking through. Two, three, four...

In just three days, Ningfan's Magic Fire Rank has reached the Eleven Ignorance Rank.

Eleven True Fire, it is difficult to cultivate late fire cultivation, only a small number of Peak Brothers can cultivate it!

Even some immortal-level fire repairs cannot produce twelve obscure levels of flame, which remain at eleven obscure levels.

Eleven ignorance true fire, the power can compare to the day after tomorrow Eleven Nephat, within these three days, is practiced by Ningfan!

At this moment, Ningfan's magic fire has brought with it an unusual black-red, gradual, even more characteristic of the fire of the beast.

The flames begin to fill with dense numbness flame symbols, and when the flames burn, the sound of wind thunder is more overheard.

It's like a flip of the fire of the beast, even the path of fire is very similar to the trajectory of flow!

Ningfan's magic fire inherited the flame power of the Fire of the Beast. I'm afraid it's a lot more powerful than the usual 11 ignorance.

But it's a good harvest.

Of course, there's more to be gained. That's ancestral blood!

On the fourth day, Ningfan thoroughly refined the surrounding sea of fire, and the giant shadow of the beast over the valley screamed and finally dispersed.

The entire valley has been turned into rubble and only a pool of black lake water remains.

Sixth loss, get over it!

Of the 100 young divisions, only three or four can survive the sixth loss. Ningfan is the one who survived!

After losing the sixth loss, Fan repaired three drops of the blood of the Barbarian ancestors and was almost hegemonically devoured.

Blood Hijacking Rank, approaching Samsung a little bit from the 2-Star Rank, about a quarter of the way to the 3-Star Rank.

The Samsung Realm is so hard to break through! Ningfan's eyes are more moving.

Though there is no breakthrough of the true blood samsung, the blood robbery of Ningfan is a lot of improvement.

At this moment, Ning Fan, with the strength of blood robbery alone, is already counted as a master of the late period. In the latter period, he can beat him, rarely!

“Next, the seventh loss! ”

Ningfan's eyes slightly concentrated, the sixth loss is too much energy, then the seventh loss should also try, give up directly, never be willing.

“Seventh loss is imminent. You can survive the sixth loss, it does surprise my husband. But the seventh loss, by no means what you can survive today... will the husband directly help you open the Tianju method.” The eyeballs' strange admonition came at the right time, and the tone was quite intense.

Sixth loss, out of a hundred young divisions, there are always three or four to overcome.

But the seventh loss is a thousand young divisions, and rarely one survives.

Eyeball monster does not think that Ningfan would be the master of the thousand miles picked.

“Things in this world, as long as they haven't happened, can't be concluded, always have to be tried. Seniors don't rush the formation method, if nothing can be done, seniors will ask seniors to do it, they will not joke about their lives. ”

Ningfan glanced resolutely, this loss is a huge opportunity, if you miss it, it will be difficult to find such a chance to repair it into a surge.

It takes millions or even tens of millions of years to repair a drop of ancestral blood, and all he has to do is survive a single loss to repair a few drops of ancestral blood...

This opportunity is unique, can't miss it!

“Just try it if you want. If you don't want to talk about loss number seven, it's loss number eight and loss number nine. If you want, my husband will give you a chance to get over it. Young man, if you don't hit the south wall, if you don't turn around, you can hit it more than once.” Hey, you hit your head with a bloodshed and you'll naturally go to your husband for help. The eyeballs are in a weird mood and think very well.

Boom!

Above the sky, suddenly came the sound of thousands of army horses, covered in red clouds, the ancient chariot fiction constantly appeared.

These tanks are all pulled by giant dragons, surrounded by tanks and countless flights of phantom cameras.

There are so many chariots, so many clouds; so many monks, so endless!

After countless barbaric repairs and chariots, standing a giant taller than the sky, with seven giant skeletons hanging around his neck, the bronze muscles filled with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Seventh robbery, coming!

“Loss six, need to resist the fire of the beast, loss seven, must resist the thousands of chariots, repair...”

Ningfan had a darker plan and suddenly his eyes were full, but he saw the giant as if he had inadvertently lifted his right hand.

Obviously it was just a very random move, but its fistbone movement trajectory easily cut through the heavens and the earth, making the heavens and the earth at this moment, completely trapped into the night, as if to extinguish in this night.

There are no signs to look for. In this endless night, life in the body begins to wildly extinguish, and then even the flesh, the Numen, tend to extinguish.

“I am Tagu, the seven-generation savage god... who left the shadow of the mountains and seas... indestructible today...” said the giant's expression.

“I take bones for mountains... blood for the sea... palms for the way... and roads for the currents...”

The giant read the ancient words, lifted his right hand, gripping it with five fingers, and grabbed it with a slight understatement toward the lake below.

This grip, seemingly understated and silent, instantly transformed the entire heavens and the earth into a long black river.

Everything in front of you is gone! Ningfan can't see the Eyeball Monster, can't see the ruins of the valley, can't see the lake water, can't see the tens of thousands of chariots and repairs.

He could only see himself standing on the Black River, and the ancient giants standing proud in the night sky.

His body sinks constantly toward the long river, and his path, it seems, is to be completely dissolved in the long river!

Not just in the body, but even his cultivation, his ways, his will, will sink into the river!

Can't resist, can't beat this Black River!

It can only sink, it can only fall, even if it is the Immortal King, it must die, even if it is the Immortal Emperor, it is difficult to resist.

“Well, this son of a bitch is lucky, his seventh loss actually encountered the shadow of the mountain sea of seven generations of barbarians... ordinary young master barbarians, but few people can encounter barbarians... I don't know whether to say he's lucky or unfortunate. His seventh loss is harder than ordinary people...”

“Three breaths, within three breaths. If he speaks, I will save him.” The eyeballs whispered in a pungent manner.

Barbarian god, is the name of the highest ruler of the ancient world. In the same era, there will be only one Barbarian god in power.

The barbarian gods are not necessarily the strongest of the barbarians, yet their rights are outrageous.

Of course, that's not to say that barbarian gods are less powerful. At least seven generations of the barbaric god Tagu, he was not weak, but almost invincible to the second step, even though he was not a saint.

Tagu has lived a lifetime and is the most powerful god known as "Dao Ruo Liu". In the time of full prosperity, he had killed many Immortal Emperors with this magic.

The Immortal Emperor is difficult to kill. The Numen have the imperial protection, but this technique is powerful enough to kill the Immortal Emperor.

What I prefer to face at this moment is the technique of rubbish.

Sink, sink, sink!

Only after a breath passed, Ningfan felt himself sinking into this black river for more than a thousand years. After stepping into the repair road, he could have foetus in the morning, but sinking into this river felt like suffocation for the first time.

His life, wildly ablated in this long river, and by the second breath, his life in the body had lost much of it.

Third breath, its internal vitality is almost exhausted, not far from death.

His body was unprecedentedly weak, like a magical force, all dissolved in the river, unable to lift half his strength.

Gradually, he stopped sinking, but took a foothold in the river. And where he stood was a stone bridge, a true bridge of the Path which he had built himself.

The real bridge is crumbling in the water of this long river. If the real bridge collapses, the Taoist will destroy, and people will die!

In front of him, he was constantly illusoring memories of the past, of a scene with seven plums of snow, of the rains of the trans-national lands, of the bleeding sea of the infinite sea...

All the memories, at this moment, tend to dissipate, increasingly blurred, as if they were to be buried in this long river.

This technique is called "Dao Lu Liu".

This technique destroys humanity, destroys human lives, destroys memories and destroys everything that the enemy remains in the world.

Let everything indelible, if it flows, if it dissipates, bury the river forever...

Ningfan's memory became more and more blurred. His memory seemed to have been emptied out by some force. Gradually, he forgot his parents' phonetic content, forgot his old daisy smile face, forgot the snow of seven plums. Gradually, he was not even going to remember the look of a paper crane.

Who are the cranes, where are the seven plums...

Me, who...

“Three breaths away, if you don't do it, this child will really be trapped in the rheology, even the Immortal Emperor can be trapped in the magic of death. How can this child be broken? What does he do? ”

“Unfortunately, unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be able to speak to me anymore and I'm the only one who can save him. Lost...”

Can it not be a loss to lose an opportunity to ask for forgiveness?

The eyeballs grunted with dissatisfaction, trying to provoke deception, and suddenly the eyes shocked.

But the night that covered the heavens and the earth suddenly appeared as if it were a bright crack, torn from the night.

The light appeared only once and was soon devoured by the night again. Eyeball monsters, however, remain the colour of shock.

Gradually, more and more light began to tear the night apart, but it was soon swallowed up again by the night.

“This child has not completely lost consciousness in the art of drainage, and he can still counteract it!” The eyeballs hesitated. He hesitated to prompt the bullying method immediately or give Ningfan a chance to try to decipher the seventh loss.

Then, in the endless darkness, the voice of Ningfan suddenly sounded and carried a resolute tone.

“I don't care who you are, but please don't bother me. ”

“This river has taken my memory, and now I want it back! ”

Ningfan's voice prevented the Eyeball Monster from triggering the act of formation!

At this moment, he, deep in the river, stands on a rocking bridge.

I don't remember, I forgot that I was crossing the seventh loss, and my face was as cold as the freezing ice of the third winter.

The ghost had already automatically closed, revealing a young face, which was reflected in the pitch-black river water, and looked at himself equally blindly.

And then the water waves, the reflection, the dissipation...

“I lost part of my memory, but I remember that it was my real bridge. ”

There was a broken scene in front of her, in which countless nuns humiliated themselves, only a silly young girl came to pass herself a bun and a jade lock...

“This woman, a little familiar, I should have known her, but I couldn't remember who she was. ”

More images appeared in front of me, and Ningfan's face grew colder and colder.

He doesn't remember himself crossing the seventh loss.

But he did not allow the water of the river to take away his memory.

He wants it, take it back!

Whoever it is will not be allowed to take away his memory!

Fourth breath, the real bridge under Ningfan's feet keeps coming out of rubbing, the cracks are thick, his real bridge is about to collapse!

The eyeballs are unprecedented hesitation. It's already the fourth breath. Ningfan is really going to suffer in the seventh loss. He has to help save Ningfan. Ningfan can't die. Who will help him kill Yin Ink?

But Ningfan said again, let him not disturb... uh, Ningfan has lost his memory, lost his mind, probably talking nonsense.

Fuck it, 3721. Let's get that son of a bitch out of here first!

He was trying to provoke a deception, and suddenly the whole night began a massive collapse.

Knock, knock, knock.

He forgot a lot, but remembered the Mountain Sea spell.

He forgot it was his seventh loss, but could feel the madness of life in his body.

He lifted his hand toward the river and grabbed it. He forcibly ingested a large portion of the river.

“Rebellion, useless...” Above the river, the shadow of Tagu silently watched what happened under the river.

He knew that Ningfan was resisting his currents, but he did not think that Ningfan could resist them.

In ancient times, the Immortal Emperor who died under this surgery was not a small number. It was only surprising that Tagu had preferred the district to Watsujin, whose true bridge had sustained four breaths in the river, and had not yet collapsed.

If it is Ordinary Watson, I am afraid that if it enters this river, it will be extinguished.

The real bridge here seems a little extraordinary. Oh, so it was built by this child, and it's obsessive.

So what? The Yangtze River, it's not like he didn't kill the Yangtze.

As obsessed as it is, the monks can survive in this river for longer, but only this time.

This child will not survive the seventh loss!

Fifth breath!

Suddenly a dark stream formed in the river, rushing towards the real bridge at Ningfan's feet, trying to destroy Ningfan's real bridge.

Ningfan whisked his sleeve, the clutch sword was already in his hand, and the dark flow towards the front was a split, and the dark flow was cut into two pieces.

The true bridge was temporarily preserved, but the clutch sword was melted away by the dark stream at the moment of impact with the dark stream.

This sword was destroyed by that dark stream!

Destroyed the clutch sword, but Ningfan did not have any heartache. The heartache is only the little sword spirit in the sword bag.

What a good sword. It just ruined...

A few little girls quibbled, seemed to say something, but all the words, submerged in the river, could not hear.

Ningfan only swept the sword once, and his eyes were even colder.

This sword is destroyed, but his memory must be recovered!

Break!

Ning Fan drank the word directly and sacrificed the broken clutch sword, suddenly strangled a trick.

In the next moment, the clutching sword of the Tang Dynasty was directly detonated by Ning Fan Ruthlessly. The fluctuation of the Pharaoh explosion immediately blew up a gap at the bottom of the river.

“Not enough, District Twelve Niefabel, can't break this technique.” Tagu shook his head unexpectedly, but the next moment, for the first time, he revealed the color of his face.

At the bottom of the Yangtze River, Ningfan shot like electricity and sacrificed a magic treasure, relentlessly blowing himself up.

Demonic yuan-foot, seven-star lamp, burning fan, a piece of twelve Nephat, was exploded by Ningfan without pity.

More Pharaoh, taken out of the storage bag by Ningfan, exploded. Many of the magic treasures are stained with blood. They come from the murder of Fanfan.

That's too much, that's the wealth that Ningfan has accumulated from walking all the way to murder.

Even Tagu had a hint of movement, and the young man in front of him, though not very tall, was quite astonishing to kill.

But it's not enough! Tagu shook his head slightly.

But Ningfan showed satisfaction and his eyes flashed brightly.

His cultivation may not be as good as that of the seven generations of the barbarian god Tagu, but his heavenly vision is absolutely incomparable before Tagu was born.

That is the eye of the second realm of the heavenly man, even Tagu did not break into the second realm of the heavenly man.

Therefore, in the eyes of Ningfan, there are three weaknesses, which he can see, but not Tagu.

After he detonated countless treasures, the entire river began to become unstable. He can see that, and so can Tagu.

He doesn't want to break this technique, he just wants it to loosen up for a moment!

“I'm not as good as you, but I don't want you to take away my memories! ”

“Whoever you are, you take my memory, you have to return it! ”

Ningfan jumped from the top of the true bridge, and in front of him, there was another broken scene of the joint scene.

He doesn't remember who the girl is, all he knows is that his resolve at this moment must be taken back!

Sixth breath, in this unstable moment of the long river, Ningfan seemed like an off-string arrow shadow, rushing towards the top of the long river.

Previously he couldn't walk in the long river, but now he can move!

Tagu was surprised. He could not have imagined that a Watson junior in the district could have made a few leaks in his divine talent.

To make up for it, Ningfan had rushed out of the Black River and turned into a golden light, rushing toward the ancient phantom over the Black River.

“Give me back my memory! ”

It was at this moment that the sword of memory was cut into the ancient shadow of Tagu.

Moisture-like memories immediately returned to Ningfan's mind.

And Tagu's face, unprecedented ugliness, accompanied by Ningfan's own memories, more other memories, mixed together, into Ningfan's mind...