Grasping Evil

At first, it was the fat powder that spread through the heavens and the earth. It was not heavy, it was as light as running water, but it had a tempting sweetness.

Then, the heavens and the earth rained for no reason, and the white petals fell, and I didn't know what flowers were, and there was a kind of floating beauty.

Eyeball monster breathed heavily, I don't know what organ he breathed with.

“Four generations of savage gods, Nishiko Painting, the most beautiful god in the history of the ancient world! I can't believe my husband saw this legendary beauty. Okay, okay! ”

In the roaring sound of the eyeballs, in the sky, slowly emerged a fiction of an ancient city pool.

It was an extremely shattered city, with a flame of war and bones all over the Great Street.

The center of the city pool, with an ancient palace, is collapsing a little bit in the fire.

Above the royal palace, a great deal of divine light began to emerge, and in those divine lights, a woman dressed in a light pink gauze, appeared slowly.

She landed outside the palace, standing under a cherry blossom tree, watching as the palace collapsed in the flames of war, silent.

Beneath the veil, her beautiful curves were hidden. She lifted her wrist, her slender hands, so white that it was completely inconsistent with the fighting around her.

She softened her silk, had an unspeakable temper and unspeakable sadness.

She looked beautiful, like a painting scroll that was still old, only in her black gemstone eyes, but with a hint of unspeakable sadness.

That is the grief only the dead can possess.

Her chest was inserted with a rusty broken sword, and the wound was constantly bleeding.

The blood, which kept her spotless, was filthy, but added a great beauty.

She is a shadow of the mountains and seas left behind by four generations of savages.

This fire, this fallen palace, this broken sword, this blood, that was the scene before she died...

As soon as Ningfan leaped to the bottom of the lake, the immortal force in the lake immediately poured into the body, warning against the impending eighth loss.

The outside world has not hidden Ningfan's thoughts. Four generations of barbarian gods are indeed beautiful, but to say that the beautiful heavens and the earth are discolored and the sun and the moon are not bright enough.

But the sadness and sorrow that struck her was very moving.

“Forward and backward, it turns out... my husband's favorite beauty! Haha, if I could just look at this woman, my husband wouldn't be unjust if he died right now! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

He has been completely fascinated by the beauty of four generations of savage gods, nightmared, deeply depressed, unable to pull himself out.

Not only the eyeballs monster, even Ningfan in the lake water gradually became a slight feeling of impenetrability, his eyes suddenly shocked.

What makes Ningfan feel unable to pull herself out is not the beauty of a woman, but an almost poignant enchantment.

These four generations of barbaric gods are fascinating! Her beauty may not be enough to impress Ningfan's heart, but her alluring power is enough to make the vast majority of men in heaven and earth irrational.

The rules of the laws of heaven, as if to fall beneath the hem of her skirt, are all deflected in the direction of flow, surrounding her back to form a hidden circle.

It's like the Ring of the Holy Spirit!

Four generations of barbarian gods are not always holy, but their magic is strong enough to enchant the Avenue and make the Avenue willing to disobey the rules and shape the ring of the Holy Spirit for her, even if she is not the Holy Spirit...

“In the world, someone can practise magic to this point, even the avenue can be enchanted! ”

Ning Fan's heart was shadowed and the Yin and Yang locks in Dantian continued to send out the power of cooling, so that he did not sink into the four generations of savage gods infinite enchantment.

If he is not an ancient ancestor of chaos, carrying a Yin and Yang lock, I fear he will also be like the Eyeball Monster, drooling at this woman, laughing silly, I fear he will also be like the Avenues of Heaven, completely sinking in front of this woman.

It's horrible to have such a charm in heaven and earth.

“Few of us have been able to make it all the way to the Eighth Damage...”

Four generations of barbarian gods have a nice voice, a feeling of glutinous sweetness, but that tone has a sadness that can't be erased.

Her gaze moved away from the shadow of the war-torn palace and swept the water below.

At first glance, she saw a silly eyeball monster, her eyes converging, slightly disdainful. Another sinker...

She has seen too many men in her life who fall under her skirt's hem. Some covet her beauty, others sink into her magic.

Too many, too many, so many that she could only snap her fingers and count how many men could stay awake in front of her.

This eyeball monster is nothing more than the craftsmanship that sank in her skirt's hem.

Her eyes removed from the Eyeball Monster and swept towards the lake water, with a slightly sad eye, but as if she were sharper than any flying sword, she easily penetrated the pitch-black lake water and saw Ningfan under the lake.

Her eyes would have been very clear, like running water formed after the melting of early spring ice and snow. But that clear, when I discovered that I had no desire, I had a little microwave, and the corners of my lips rarely lifted a smile.

“You surprise me because you, like no other man, are sinking in front of me. Are you going to cross the Eighth Brother? You, good. ”

For the first time in countless years, four generations of barbarian gods spoke praiseworthy, but when she sensed the veins in Ningfan's body that were disputed, Xiu Mei climbed and her face turned cold.

“You're not a barbarian, you're a loose spirit! ”

The eyes of four generations of barbarians are getting colder and colder, accompanied by a sharp drop in the temperature of the entire heavens and the earth.

Fan's vest was cold for no reason. Under the spy of this woman, he actually felt naked, as if there were no secrets, hidden from the woman in front of him.

Before, the Eyeball Monster could see through everything he had. But Tagu couldn't do it, even though Tagu was a seven-generation savage god.

This woman, as strange as an eyeball, sees through everything she has, she is stronger than Tagu.

“If you weren't too vulgar, perhaps I'd be merciful. Now, I won't hold hands again. ”

Unlike Tagu's treatment of the Tahoe Spirit's foreboding and backbone, this weak woman does not disguise her aversion to the Tahoe Spirit.

She was the fourth generation of savage gods, and the ancient world fell into her hands.

The Imperial Phantom of the Palace at her feet, once a barbarian capital, fell in the midst of a war!

The broken sword in her chest, the sword that took her life, was a treasure of the ancient emperor, but it was destroyed by her.

She was the last barbarian god in the history of the ancient world to stand dead. Since then, all the barbarian gods have been slaves to too many spirits, such as Nathagu.

And she, no!

For her, the Spirit is not a host, but an enemy of her country and her family.

It's a dead enemy!

“By order of my son Nishiko, I summon the grave of the ancient barbarians and bury him! ”

Four generations of barbarian gods lifted their hands gently towards Ningfan, the whole heavens and earth immediately at this moment, transform!

Between the mountains and seas, an ancient battlefield fiction began to appear, flooding Ningfan's place!

Illusion shadow, replace the real world!

The lake water is gone, the ruins of the valley are gone, and the eyeballs are gone.

Ningfan stands alone on an ancient battlefield, behind him is a bloody tribe, a city pool.

On the grassland in front of you, limb wrecks are everywhere, damaging the magic treasure. Collapsed mountains, rivers cut off by a sword, ruptured skies...

“Here, where! ”

Ningfan closed his eyes and set aside the illusion in front of him, he could feel his body, still soaking at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by cold lake water flow.

But his soul, his consciousness, seemed to be in this mysterious space.

Is this the space of four generations of savage gods...

“If you are too vulgar, then you will be honored, your eighth loss, unlike others.” The words of four generations of savage gods are full of hostility, okay?

Ningfan's heart was slightly heavy, and the Eyeball Monster believed Dandan's words that everyone's eighth loss was the same.

Bullshit, he was treated special, I'm afraid someone else's eighth loss wouldn't be eaten into this battlefield space.

The eighth loss of the ordinary man is already as difficult as the heavens. His eighth loss is expected to be more dangerous and difficult to overcome than the ordinary man.

This four-generation savage god seems deeply hostile to his bloodline...

“The tomb of the ancient barbarians, is the sacred site of the barbarians. Destroyed barbarians, dead barbarians, will be sheltered here. Where you are, the fourth grave, the first floor, contains almost all the barbarian warriors who died in the hands of your too pale clan. If you want to survive the eighth loss, kill these warriors again, you, possibly! ”

The voice of four generations of barbarian gods, echoed in the heavens and the earth, at the moment when it sounded, a dead body, complete or crippled, stood blindly.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand... countless corpses, all over the battlefield, standing one after another.

Among them are the bodies of the first monks and of the second monks, but the cultivation of the supreme is nothing but a fairy of life.

Repair into higher dead bodies, buried in higher layers of barbaric graves.

At this moment, they seemed to have a new life, a new glory, and they saw Ningfan!

The sound of a teeth bite comes from these brutal populations that have been dead for many years.

“Too pale... to rob a spirit...”

More and more brutal eyes have become red and inundated by hatred.

The nearest to Ningfan was the barbaric cultivation of seven deities, who had long been dead for countless years, on the path of guarding the ancient world.

Their bodies were housed in ancient graves.

Their souls will remain here between the mountains and the sea forever.

They hate the spirit too much, and now they want revenge! Revenge to Ningfan!

Those seven gods barbaric repairs were completely irrational, and as soon as they approached Ning Fan Qianjie, they chose to blow themselves up.

They know how to repair themselves to a low level, they only want to blow themselves up, and can hurt Ningfan slightly.

Boom! Boom!

A sound of self-explosion, covered in mist and ears. Immediately afterwards, seven self-destructing storms will flood Ningfan instantly.

How is Ningfan fixing it? Without mentioning the blood cultivation, merely saying the power cultivation, it has passed through the middle of nowhere. Don't you fear the self-explosion of the seven deities?

But the seven Shinto brothers who had fought to kill World War I had infected him, and they were infected with the tens of millions of barbaric repairs behind them.

“Kill the spirits! ”

Dozens more deified and barbaric, rushed to Ningfan and chose to blow themselves up.

Several more broken monks jumped into the sky and turned into thousands of giant blackfeather giants, slamming towards Ningfan.

Instead of choosing to blow themselves up, the broken monks were determined to fight Ningfan.

Rather than mourning, he worships the strong who have faith and die fighting for it, but that does not mean that he will be attacked rather than returned.

He can see that the barbaric repairs here are characters who have been dead for many years and have long lost their lives. However, there is a very strange rule here that allows the dead to retain their will and continue to fight.

The odd way is, like, seventy or eighty percent of the way to immortality, but it's more like...

Everyone here is dead and hateful of the spirits...

Ning Fan gazed a little sorry, but more resolutely, to the thousands of giant birds above the sky, sacrificed the sword of memory chopping.

Since we are in this battlefield, all we can do is send the King to his death.

Thousands of swords were illuminated and the birds were easily exterminated and the blood splattered.

This has provoked more brute repair, and more and more brute repair tides are rushing.

Step one, Brother, not billions! There are more than 100,000 of them!

“The barbaric repairs here are only part of the martyrdom monks of that year, and more barbaric bones do not exist, and there is no chance of convergence. ”

“They have all died in the hands of your Sovereign Clan, which has been exterminated by countless people, who have seen the hatred in the hearts of the exterminated. ”

“I will wait for you on the seventh floor of the ancient tomb, and if you can come up, I will give you a chance to overcome the eighth loss. If you can't, die here, with your blood, and fix my millions of snowflakes. ”

The sound of four generations of savage gods, scattered air, such as wind uncertainty, is difficult to capture traces.

Hundreds of millions of barbaric repairs rush to Ningfan, or self-destruct, or practise divinity, and even some of their own people are affected by that self-destruct and divinity, but no one retreats.

The will of all men is only to kill Ningfan, only because Ningfan is too vulgar a spirit, an enemy, must kill!

“Burn!”

Faced with thousands of tides of repair, Ningfan suddenly opened his mouth and emitted a black and red flame.

In the fire there is a dense flow of numbness and a beauty that is almost demonic. At first there was only one fire, but as soon as it was emptied, it immediately evolved into a sea of flames, flooding almost the entire heavens and the earth!

When this fire burns, it makes a thunderous noise of gusts and winds. For a time, the thunder between heaven and earth continues!

“It's... the fire of the beast! You're not a tribe of beasts, why is there such a fire?” In the heavens and the earth, four generations of barbarian deities came with a slightly chilling voice.

The fire of the beast is unique in the world. In ancient times, countless fires have repaired the flames of the beast clan, trying to capture some devouring, but all failed.

The fire of the beast is unique, but it also possesses another characteristic: it cannot be used in conjunction with other flames.

It is simply impossible for those fire repairs to attempt to devour the fire of the beast and enhance their own flames.

But the spiritual is too vulgar to do that, and what's going on is... four generations of barbarians are a little confused.

She naturally did not know that Ningfan was the heir of the Great Unrest Emperor. She practiced Yin and Yang Changing and Unrest Loop.

Among them, Yin and Yang transformation is the foundation of the loop trick, this method has the subtle power to unite the different forces of Yin and Yang.

Even Divine, Demonic, Demonic, Robbery and other heterogeneous bloodlines can merge under the power of Yin and Yang, and the fire of the Erotic Beast in the district is naturally difficult to escape from the consumption of Ningfan.

Ningfan's Magic Fire is already of the rank of Eleven Ignorance Real Fire and has the hegemonic attack power of the Fire of the Beast.

This fire burned heaven and earth, and countless first steps were instantly burned into flying ashes by demonic fire.

Those who have been cultivated into high life fairies can only struggle under the attack of this magic fire and have no power to fight back.

Thousands of barbaric repairs, burned under fire, see this scene, four generations of barbaric gods know that with the first layer of the barbaric graves, there can be no battle, but more battle, nothing but the vain destruction of corpses...

“That's it, you pass the first floor, you come to the second floor, don't destroy their bodies anymore. ”

Four generations of barbarian ghosts sighed and compromised.

The first floor, I can't hurt Ningfan, I can only look at the second floor.

With the fall of four generations of barbaric mythology, the original warlike barbarians fell to the ground and turned back into corpses.

And on the sky, the divine light bursts, and a ladder appears that leads to the second floor.

And an ancient sealed crate, constantly appearing in the sky...