Grasping Evil

Ningfan spoke of a three-foot sword, stepped out of the void and appeared in front of 100,000 ancient corpses.

The sword in his hand, the all-purpose Fire Red, is a twelve Nexian sword, demanded from the Eyeball Monster, in order to carry out the art of slaying the human sword.

The twelve Nexian swords were not enough to frighten 100,000 ancient corpses, but the white sword of the moon emitted by the sword was enough to frighten any ancient corpse.

This is an ancient school of disarray - killing the sword of man, chopping the immortal spirit of the world!

Ancient Ancient... Ancient Ancient... so...

Yin ink looks more concentrated, as if in an instant, figured out a lot.

No wonder so many ancient corpses have fallen before. It turns out they are a mess of ancient people!

Yin Ink is an evil corpse beheaded by an immortal emperor. He has some memories of immortality. Don't you know the horror of killing a human sword?

Throughout his life, the immortal emperor has never lost among his peers. He has been killed by his immortal body and even by desolation. Such a powerful figure has been defeated by the ancient emperor...

The more powerful the immortal spirit, the more fearful the power of slaying the human sword, the stronger the Emperor is.

Today there are 100,000 immortal ancient corpse guardians, but in front of the slaughtered human sword, I'm afraid that's what a sword solves.

“Interesting, I had no idea that the first confrontation of this great plunder was dominated by the right eye... Oh, I can find the ancient people to help me, enough to restrain the immortality in my body. Only unfortunately, the power of God is not only the power of immortality... can you surprise me more with the right eye...”

After the initial surprise, Yin Ink's expression returned to desolation, and he knew that more than 100,000 ancient bodies would probably die in Ningfan's hands, but did not care.

Ho!

Hundred thousand ancient corpses, Qi Qi shouted, even though he feared Ningfan's power to slay him, it was still instinctive to strike Ningfan in the face.

Those roars, barbaric as beasts, are not human languages, but somehow there is a sad emotion enough to touch people.

I can hear it, even… enough to see…

Ning Fan closed his eyes, as if he could hear these ancient corpses for hundreds of millions of years, and the sound of souls between the mountains and seas, such as echoes, could not linger.

Dantian's extinction shield is also a strange transmission of the power of silk immortality, which makes Ningfan resonate with the earth and the heavens and the earth.

His mind, really at this moment, shows a scene from ancient times!

One day, the immortal emperor, in the sky of hundreds of millions of stars, cut out evil bodies and gave them his name.

‘Bad Corpse, I want you to make a promise. Promise me you'll stay with me and guard the Purple Dou Star River for life. ’

On that day, Yin Ink knelt before the immortal and swore an oath to the immortal emperor.

‘Lixian Zidou was born in the shadow of the Emperor and inherited the idea of the Emperor's honor. Though evil corpses, they must be righteous, worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of purple duel. Future life is purple dou life, death is purple dou death. If this vow is broken, the heavens will kill! ’

Then, countless years later, Yin Mo Shu became more and more tall, replacing immortality, and went to the border to guard the Purple Dow Immortal Area - the Sea of Reverse Dust.

Here, there are the Purple Dow Immortal Emperor that took countless years to lay down the realm of protection. If you are here for a while, you will be some fourth step monks, and you will not be able to break into the Purple Door Immortal Domain.

On that day, a round of red sun rose from the sea against dust, and a man with red dust came out of it.

No one can see the face of the man, as if, if he does not allow it, no one can see his face in the heavens and the earth!

The man, in a flaming red feather, walked step by step to the dark ink, passing through the city pool, all turned into rubble and dissipated in the dust.

‘I need you to do one thing for me… to do this, I will give you a chance to be too pale and above the three worlds. ’

If someone said that to Yin Ink, Yin Ink would not believe it.

But the man in red in front of him is the only big man who looks up to Yin Ink. His promise will not be deception.

On that day, Yin Ink opened up the realm of protection against the sea of dust, and countless Dust Brothers, led by the man in red, killed into the realm of Purple Dove Immortals.

On that day, Yin Mo stubbornly poured the goat and cut the slaughter knife toward the hundreds of millions of purple Budo immortals.

When the battle flames all over the Purple Dou Star River, when the war news reaches the Immortal Demon Palace, the Immortal King shoots the case and rushes towards the backward sea of dust.

He's going to kill the traitor who broke his oath and lured his enemies into the house!

But it's too late. After Yin Mo defected, he had entered the dust realm. He was sheltered under the wings of the Too Cannibal Spirit. It was difficult to kill him.

When the immortal emperor was angry, he crossed the sea against the dust and killed into the dust realm, only to kill this rebellion, but failed to do so. Instead, he was repressed by the spirit of Tai Lu, and was divided under Jiuli Mountain...

Later, Zidou Immortal Domain fell into battle. Later... Yin Mo became the ninth generation of Barbarian gods.

Stepping on the corpse of his companion, he gained the appreciation of being too vulgar, but quickly disappeared after a lockdown.

It is rarely known that Zidou Xianhuang took this sin with his last strength and suppressed it in the Nine Heavens...

The scene is so fragmented, but it contains too many ancient myths and remains in the mountains and seas.

Ningfan, not a saint, did not have the ability to see the future of the ancient present, but did so slightly by virtue of his superior understanding of the Mountain Sea spell.

Kill Yin Ink!

Kill this traitor!

If you don't kill this sin, you will pay for the hatred of the hundreds of millions of Purple Fighters!

Kill! Kill!

The soul sounds of 100,000 ancient corpses remain in the mountains and seas, none of them with a tremendous hatred for yin ink.

They yearn to kill Yin Ink in honor of tens of millions of Purple Door Immortals, yet, sadly, even their bodies become puppets of Yin Ink.

The soul sounds of 100,000 ancient corpses, sorrow as the fallen leaves at the end of the autumn, pieces, fell to Ningfan's heart.

After all, Ningfan is not a true Zidou immortal repair, it is difficult to experience the grief of the death of these monks. The only thing that can be done is just to send these firsts...

Ten ways, Baiduo, Thousand ways… more and more moon white swordmen, surrounded by Ningfan, the number of them, eventually reached tens of millions of ways.

With tens of millions of life-cutting swords, Ningfan's breath is strong and completely beyond the limits of the second step, reaching the third step!

What it feels like… can't describe… Ningfan's figure is unprecedented, his eyes are more with the power of heaven and earth, and he is so indifferent that he has no feelings at all.

That gaze... it's like looking at everything like a dog, can't attract any interest!

His body began to feel painful, as if it was about to withstand such a force that it was about to collapse.

Ningfan believed that if he hadn't repaired it as a boom, he would have been more guardian of the Sky Opener and could not withstand the power of millions of swordlights at this moment!

If it were me... I would have been killed by this swordless direct counter-attack!

Knock, knock, knock...

The twelve Nexian swords in his hands, seemingly unable to withstand this level of sword light, began to crack.

Rather than waving the sword slowly, it was extremely slow, but there was unspeakable chill in any ancient corpse's eyes.

Danger… very dangerous, what level of sword skill is this! Absolutely beyond step two!

One road crashed into Ningfan's ancient body shadow, blocked by the invisible sword, but could not continue to approach.

One hundred thousand ancient corpses surrounded Ningfan in the center, in the center, within a thousand radius, forming a vacuum circle.

The sword is as round... the sword's trajectory is even less than picking out any flaws, achieving success...

Countless swords cultivated the painstaking pursuit of full sword path, but at this moment, Ning Fan cut it out at will...

Knock, knock, knock...

The Immortal Sword is almost broken, so at this moment, Ningfan wields a sword that cannot be replicated!

Once this sword fell, the whole heavens and earth seemed to turn into a circle, the moon white sword light like water, flowing in the circle, passing through an ancient corpse side, passing by, an ancient corpse with comparable immortality, without exception, all turned into flying ash, in an instant, was cut into powder by no sword will.

Undefensible. Undefensible! Thirteen breathing past, 100,000 ancient corpses here, all turned into flying ash.

Ningfan could no longer bear the power of this sword. Under the face of the ghost, his face was pale for a while, and his mouth was spilled with blood filaments. Apparently, he was not lightly reflexed. As for the fairy sword in his hand, it has snapped and completely broken into pieces of iron, scattered all over the place.

“Good job, boy! A hundred thousand ancient corpses are gone, and the ink must die today!” The eyeballs laughed haha.

“Really? You really think you can kill me without 100,000 dead guardians? This life-cutting sword technique is extremely lethal to pure immortality, but I do not only possess immortality. The slaying sword technique has no effect on me.” The Yin Graphite statue is apathetic.

“Hey, if that's all he's got, he can't kill you, but he's got another identity. Son of a bitch, there's no time for you to rest. Do it!” Eyeball monster drinks out loud.

Ningfan nodded his head and wiped the blood wire off his mouth with his bare hands. With the help of the blood wire, he squatted suddenly and slapped it hard towards the ground.

Suddenly, a circle of bloody halos appeared on the ground, while a blood-red altar was rising a little bit from the ground.

“Blood as a guide to summon the underlying cards hidden in the law of formation...”

Yin Graphite looked slightly frowned, but he didn't think that the fifth altar would appear in the great array of Eyeball Monster clothes.

Above the altar of the Quartet, each side is guarded by a congenital treasure stamp, but this fifth altar does not have any congenital treasure stamp, but only an ancient crossbow bed, placed on it.

“This is an ancient crossbow! No, the true shooting crossbow should have been destroyed, just a counterfeit...” Yin Ink does not hesitate.

“Hey, look at the replica, but it pays. Candle brother, it's up to you. For your brother's sake, you have to cooperate with your master!” The eyeballs laughed strangely.

“Don't worry, brother! Your enemies, your little brother's enemies, are the land of your little brother's arrows! Master, do it, my bowstring is * * impatient!” In the crossbow bed, suddenly the sound of candle bows and enemies was heard.

Unexpectedly, the wealthy and timid candle bow will also open the bow to the strong enemy for the sake of righteousness... rather than the shaky figure, appeared on the fifth altar, raised his hand and pressed it over the crossbow bed machine.

This crossbow bed imitates the great treasure of the ancient world - the ancient kingdom shooting crossbow!

Although it is only a imitation magic treasure, it is more restrictive than a true shooting crossbow. Only a man who is a savage god can activate this crossbow!

Ningfan began to emerge with a light golden light, and over the long sky, one golden mountain after another continued to emerge.

The power of the shaky punishment, under the control of Ningfan, all rolled into the shadow graphite statue, the gray sky, all illuminated by golden light.

At this moment, the power of the Thirty-six Mountains' punishment was suppressed on Yin Ink. Yin Mo tried to summon his three mountains to counter this pressure, but only just summoned them, the three mountains collapsed again, as before, and could not appear in front of Ningfan.

As a nine-generation savage god, he felt a feeling like Tianwei from Ningfan.

At the same time, the barbarian god, his power is weak, but he prefers too much. With his yin and inky heart, he has a sense of dissatisfaction. He grunts coldly.

“Indeed, you are the new teenage savage god! Thirty-six criminal mountains! Unfortunately, this god is a savage god. If you only use force, you will not repress me! ”

Heh, heh! Huh!

In response to Yin Ink, it was a sound of an arrow breaking! Between the blinks, there were thirty-six golden arrows that were fired from the crossbow bed.

Unlike Nishiko, Yin Ink is not the shadow of the mountain sea, but has three living savages. The mere repression of the Shan Wei, preferring not to suppress Yin Ink, is the use of penal sanctions, not necessarily having much effect.

Therefore, Eyeball Monster made plans to attack Yin Ink by using imitation shooting crossbows, aggregating the power of thirty-six mountain punishments, and turning them into solid arrows.

Such golden arrows are almost non-lethal to monks beyond barbaric repair, but are a lethal threat to Yin Ink.

Thirty-six golden arrows did not deviate, all shot into the Yin Graphite statue, and everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Yin ink changed his look and flew directly out of the statue. As he flew out, thirty-six arrowlights followed closely and chased out.

Despite his reluctance to escape, he was inevitably shot through several blood holes, and his repairs could not heal those wounds.

Thirty-six golden arrows together are enough to destroy the immortal cultivation!

Thirty-six arrows in one are enough to destroy everything under the sainthood. Even Yin ink won't dare to take this arrow.

The only pity is that the imitation shooting crossbow seems to be difficult to withstand the power of thirty-six arrows. After one blow, it burst into pieces, but it cannot continue to be used.

What a pity...

“Die! Even if you have a crow feather from that man, you will not live under this crossbow!” The eyeballs look unprecedented and excited.

Yin ink is life or death, all look at a blow, if it can be a blow to build success, nature is good, if not, should be enough to destroy its life preservation, but it is also good.

“Humph! You're strong enough to make me use the feathers of the Lord. Today I am different from when the right eye was still here! Let me show you what I've learned all these years, sacrificial bones! ”

The Yin Ink Eye could not escape the thirty-six arrow chase. Instead of fleeing, it broke its finger and turned its phalanges into a white bone stick.

On the bone stick there will be a totem overflowing the sea, the breath is extremely strange, when it is weak, it seems like it is just a mortal thing, but when it is powerful, it reveals the innate weather, more like a living creature.

Yin Ink sacrificed the bone rod, and the bone rod was divided into 36 pieces, each towards a golden arrow pair.

Boom! Boom!

The powerful counter-bombing momentum destabilized Tianjin's ninth layer of space and began to crash wildly, and then the entire Nine Heavens began to shake violently.

Yin Ink is constantly coughing up blood, he is extremely reluctant to use a bone rod, and every second, the distraction is severely injured.

However, the results are also remarkable. Every time an arrow light hits a bone stick, it weirdly weakens a lot, and this scene is like being swallowed up by a bone stick.

After more than 10 breaths, 36 arrows of light were all swallowed by the bone rod, and the collapse of the Nine Heavens finally stopped!

The bone rod is without any loss, the only change is that after swallowing the gold arrow attack, the bone rod on the peng totem, a lot of inspiration.

“Impossible! You didn't get the Holy Sect recognition, you refined this Holy Patriarch!” The eyeballs were shocked.

He had long known that Yin Ink had acquired this bone rod, but never expected Yin Ink to manage the power of the bone rod.

Note that before being suppressed to the Nine Heavens, Yin Ink consumed a lot of effort to refine the object, but could not refine and subdue it. I can't believe it... but now it has succeeded!

This bone stick is not small, although it is not an opener, but there are not many congenitals that can beat it... after all, this treasure was once used as a manipulator by the ancient Holy Sect, raised for countless years in six rounds, Wei Neng is very small!

Just one thing that makes eyeballs weird. Holy Patriarchal Instruments can only be used by Monks with Holy Patriarchal Blood, how can Yin ink use Holy Patriarchal Instruments!

Yin ink faded a lot, using a bone stick, seemed to drain him greatly, but his eyes sparkled with a bloodthirsty light, "Though you are my right eye, there are many things you don't know. When I betrayed Zidou Immortal Domain and was rewarded by the adult, what he gave me was more than just saving my life and robbing my feathers. What a shame, it looks like you still can't kill me this time...”

“Not necessarily!” After a slight disappointment in the eyeballs, a stronger will erupted in the eyes.

He laid down the Quartet and recovered the smell of yin and ink. With the help of Ningfan's power, he slaughtered 100,000 ancient bodies and fired 36 fine arrows, all of which were still not his killings.

This is the last time… he has been separated from Yin Ink for many years, his cultivation has been stagnant, and Yin Ink is getting stronger.

He has assassinated Yin Ink 12 times… 12 plunder robberies, and the Barbarian turns to 12, this time the last plunder in Yin Ink.

If the yin ink were not extremely weak at this moment, he alone would have been able to block thirty-six arrows if he hadn't used a bone rod.

After this plunge, Yin Ink will never weaken to this level again. This is the last chance to kill Yin Ink. Whatever the cost, grab it!

“Little girl, next time, it's up to you! Sixth altar, now! ”

The eyeballs swept out a gray light and the sixth altar reappeared in the formation.

Above the altar, the cloth has a strange array, hidden in black moonlight flow. In front of the formation, there is an altar, lit with candles. In front of the altar, standing a woman in a pink palace, that's a good word.

“This is... the altar queue!” The Yin Ink look suddenly startled and then filled with chills.

He didn't realize that this time the right eye really wanted to fight for itself, even in such an extreme way.

I just don't know, in his heart, how much the glory of the Immortal Emperor is worth to him to become the sacrificial power of the Dao Line.

The eyeball monster flew to the center of the formation, sweeping out a gray light, which, in a thousand times, turned into a thousand pieces of French treasure, falling from the sky like a rain point, fell in the center of the formation law.

With the Peach Wooden Sword in his hand, the Eyeball Monster summoned the magic treasure moments, as the Eyeball Monster began the practice.

She doesn't know who to deal with, but this is kind of a favor for Ningfan, she won't push it away.

Every time a jewel is exploded, there will be some more black gas in the eyeballs, which will gradually become the totem of the black moon teeth after a certain amount of black gas.

The first black moon tooth appeared in the eyes of the Eyeball Monster, dripping and spinning.

As soon as the moon teeth appeared, the odd breath of the eyeballs suddenly soared. Although it did not reach the eight-leave realm, it was almost there.

“Not enough! This time, I'll kill you! ”

The Eyeball Monster swept out more gray, and countless celestial treasures landed in the center of the formation, exploding.

Inside, there are rare dandruff, psychotropic medicine, and all sorts of spiritual mineral fairies. After the explosion, there is more black gas in the eyes of the ball monster.

Second black lunar tooth, condensed.

At the end of the day, Eyeball Monster ran out of Dao Jing and loved him as much as he wanted, but he really spelled out the bottom of the house.

The teeth of the third, fourth and fifth months condensed successively. After the appearance of the fifth black moon teeth, the scent of the eyeball monster, in a short period of time, burst into the realm of Vancouver 9.

But it's not enough!

“Little Iron Cage, now! ”

“Little Iron Vertebra, now! ”

“Hammer, now! ”

“Nail rake, now! ”

“Small slingshot...”

“Little yellow flag...”

“Little radish head...”

“Pants...”

“Little...”

A low-end pharmacopoeia named after the Eyeball Monster did not desperately summon, a total of 12, without exception, are all congenital pharmacopoeia.

Without any hesitation, Eyeball Monster burst twelve congenital treasures, the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth moon teeth, condensing successively.

When the ninth black moon emerged, the scent of the Eyeball Monster reached the quasi-sancestral realm for a short time, and it was not the ordinary quasi-sancestral!

“Nine black moons... if you can reach twelve, maybe you can fight me. You're not good enough...”

“Blast!”

But hearing a loud noise, this time, the eyeballs really blew himself up.

Yin Multon glared at his left eye, obviously not expecting the Eyeball Monster to explode himself, but soon he realized the true intentions of the Eyeball Monster, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Ningfan.

But I saw Ningfan's eyebrows, the star spot shining, suddenly split a black gap, and from the gap, a dirty laugh came out.

“Son of a bitch, lend me your body! I'm going to fuck you with your body, old man! ”

The crack opened, which is the third destination of Ningfan, but at this moment, the eyeball freckle took over the nest, acting as Ningfan's third eye.

12 black moon teeth, rotated in Ningfan's third eye.

“Now we've got quite... Yin Mo, fight the old man! ”