Grasping Evil

With Ning Fanshu, if you want to settle which Immortal of Life, the other party cannot escape in any way.

The weirdo was settled, unable to escape, immediately howling like a beast, manic and angry.

Ning Fan ignored the strange man's roar, shaken his figure, came to the strange man, reached out his palm, pressed on the strange man's heavenly spirit, ran the reverse psychic technique, and tried to spy on the stranger's memory.

However, it was unexpected to him that the stranger's sea of knowledge was black, like the ocean where the ink converged, nothing could be seen.

A drop of black to the ultimate ink suddenly flew out of the Weird Heavenly Spirit and rushed to Ningfan Heavenly Spirit. This mutation appeared too fast. At the speed of Ningfan's reaction, it was a bit unprotected. It was replaced by the Immortal Emperor to search the memory of the weirdo, and it was difficult to avoid the attack of ink!

At this critical juncture, a golden mask defended itself outside Ningfan, blocking the ink from approaching.

Unhit, the ink was intelligent, unseen at a speed that instantly disappeared. As for the freak's flesh, after the ink leaves the body, a little bit, such as ink in water, gradually fades away, gradually disappears from the heavens and the earth, seemingly never existed...

“That ink, what is it...”

If he hadn't been armed with a shield, he would have invaded the Spirit with that ink, and no one could have predicted what would happen afterwards.

Ink attacks too fast, and I'm afraid not many of the Immortals can defend themselves. The speed of the ink is even faster than you can imagine. It's hard to catch up with that drop of ink at a much faster speed...

In the silence room, in the endless starry sky, suddenly a drop of water sounded, it seemed very close, and it seemed very far away...

Tick, tick, tick...

Ning Fan gazed slightly. When he listened carefully, the sound of the drop of water was extremely strange and could no longer be heard.

Then another voice sounded in the endless void, as if it were a very distant, very close woman, whispering to him.

“Butterfly, don't go to sleep, wake up...”

“Butterfly, don't sleep... don't sleep...”

Whose voice!

So familiar, so strange...

Ning Fan's gaze suddenly stirred, and remembered, this voice, he heard in the ancient gift of the Tibetan scripture tower.

In the tenth floor of the Hidden Scripture Tower, there was a stone gate that only a saint could open. In the stone gate, there was a voice that said to Ningfan,

‘I'm your key, but you forgot me... you don't know your concubine...’

Was that the woman who called herself the key?

Ningfan's face became a little confused. The voice just now, he was quite certain, it was not coming from within the Xuanyin realm...

The voice is the same person's voice, but it's like... it's coming from another time and space...

Distinction is so far away, yet as close to the ear; Distinction is so close, yet as awakening, a sleeping place, in staggered space-time, such as day and night, such as participants, such as life and death, such as remembering and forgetting, never to be seen in eternity...

“This place is very strange, first the picturesque world like four days and nine worlds, the empty city, but there are traces of people... then the weirdo, then the ink, then the drip of water, and that familiar and strange female voice...”

If he thinks about it, he can't get through everything here. There are a lot of things here that go against common sense, but there is some kind of weird logic...

Ning Fan is like being in a dream. Everything here gives him a feeling, like dreaming...

Dreams…

Only dreams can reveal all kinds of unreasonable things. Only dreams can make people feel close and distant...

Ning Fan's eyes flashed, following this thought, but for a moment he thought about a lot of things and gradually understood the world.

“It turns out that the middle of this painting, it turns out, is a dream world. From the moment I stepped in here, though I woke up, it was like a dream, and everything I saw was the manifestation of my memory in a dream, but there were many things beyond my memory, such as the Nine Realms, where I did not finish in reality, but here I saw the complete Nine Realms; I had not seen the weirdo, but in this painting, I saw him… those were not my memories, nor my own dreams… so that the Realm could be integrated not only into my memory, but also into the memories of others, thus forming a complete dream…”

“I just thought of East Heaven before, appeared in East Heaven, if this is a dream, there is an explanation...”

“Among mortals, there is a saying called clear dreams, can stay awake in dreams, freely control the development of things in dreams... my current state seems very similar to this clear dream...”

“If this is truly my dream, I can achieve all my wishes in my dream. For example, I hope that in this dream, God, Demon, and Devil's three bloodlines will be mended, all to the level of blood robbery! ”

This idea has just arisen in Ningfan's heart, and Ningfan's cultivation has changed over time.

The blood robbery repair did not change, but the ancient magic repair instantly broke from the Eighth Ni of the Heavenly Demon to the peak of the Twelve Ni of the Heavenly Demon, and at the next moment, the breakthrough continued, reaching the [Return to the Realm of the Fatherland]!

Ancient magic cultivates, returns to the first kingdom of our ancestors! It's Kambi Vancouver's first hijacking!

“Is this the power of the Ancient Return Demon...”

Feel the flesh countless times stronger, preferring a slight shock in the eyes.

Of course he knew that it was false to cultivate growth, and if he woke up, everything would vanish.

Forgive me, but there are also some incredible things here. It must be extremely beneficial for Ningfan to hit the bottlenecks of the ancient demonic realm in the future by gaining an opportunity to realize the ancient magic cultivation!

The cultivation of ancient gods and ancient demons, along the same road, surged to reach the realm of banditry.

I prefer to feel the power that comes out of my body, but I cannot understand the specific process of cultivating it into a surge.

In reality, his hollow robbery did not arrive. In the painting dream, he also did not experience the hollow robbery ring, and directly possessed the ancient god, ancient demon cultivation as...

“Although this place is a dream, you can fantasize about your own cultivation, but fantasy must also be limited... This is the world created by the original ancestors of the Golden Charm Palace, and it must be limited by its cultivation...”

I prefer to try to keep the four blood veins up to date, but I can only make the four series up to the peak of the Nine Kings of Immortals. If you want to improve, you can't do it anyway.

“Oh? Ning Xiaoyou only entered the painting world a moment later, and he saw the essence of the dream in the painting? ”

Outside the painting world, Mu Song and Xiangzi all felt the change of course on the giant painting. Although they could not see what Ningfan specifically did, they could make a guess.

If they expect it to be good, Ningfan has taken advantage of the characteristics of the dream in the painting world, so that walking in the dream world can undoubtedly be much safer.

“It's amazing. When the old man entered the picture, it took him ten days to see the essence of the painting. There are also a lot of monks who can't see this until they die in the picture, but it only took such a short time...” he sighed.

“The median imaginary cultivation of this painting can only reach the peak of the Nine Robberies. With such repairs, this child's life is no obstacle, but it is not that simple to bring out what his husband needs from the painting world... if he cannot open his eyes...” Mu Songdao is expecting, worried.

Too few monks have been able to open their eyes in four days. If you don't open your eyes, you won't see what the Woodcutter needs...

“I see the world, you, can you see...”

…

By fantasizing in his dreams, Fanfan made it surge. At this moment, his four bloodlines are superimposed, and almost first-order quasi-sanctifical fighting power can erupt!

With his strength at this moment, to use the S.H.I.E.L.D., it is no longer simply defensive of the Eight Immortals Attack, it is a second-order quasi-sanctifical attack, and there is also a lot of confidence that Fan can take over!

“I want… to have the speed at which the Golden Light dies! ”

Nine backward pale golden ripples appeared when Fan stepped into the void, and his figure burst out. He followed the direction of the previous ink escape and went straight after him.

He still doesn't know what eyes Mu Song needs at this moment, but he has a hunch that if he catches that drop of ink, he should be able to find some clues.

Jin Guang's ninth passing too fast, this is the speed that Ning Fan has never experienced, as if it takes just one step to reach any point in the East from his place!

This speed is beyond Ning Fan's understanding. In reality, he is far from this speed, but here, there is a rare opportunity to experience it.

Just one wandering, Ningfan crossed the hundreds of millions of stars, blocked in front of the hurriedly fleeing ink, beneath the point, suddenly there was a first-order quasi-sanctifical level of constant heavenly force, fixing the ink directly in the stars.

“Carp...”

Above that ink came a sudden, hard sound, and then an almost terrible temperature erupted, burning directly into the sky the magic that binds it.

That's the power of the polar sun, that tiny drop of ink that actually possesses enough terror to incinerate a first-order quasi-sanctionary.

“What a powerful yang, this is the power of the... yangdao source! ”

The heat wave of the surfaces came, so that Ningfan's face stirred up.

He had heard from the Woodsong people what Taoist sources were. He also knew that the Quartet Seal of the Two Meters he had seized was a treasure containing the power of Yin and Yangtze.

What Ningfan did not know was that the Mu Songdao people originally created the Quadrangle prints in order to suppress the vaginal and yang origin of the Golden Sky and Black Map. Unfortunately, with the modification of the Mu Song Second Order Quadrangle prints, and the power of the Quadrangle prints in the two instruments, they still had to be seriously injured every time they entered the picture, so they could barely save their lives...

Mumatsu entered the drawing world of the second picture seven times in a lifetime. Each time, he would be severely injured by one of the murderers in the picture.

He had seven chances to bring his eyes out of the painting world, but only once, successfully.

Compared to Mumatsu, Shinro was much luckier. He only entered the second picture once and succeeded in bringing out an eyeball, making Mumatsu owe him a cause and effect.

It is precisely because of this plot that Mutsu is unwilling to enter the plot personally. He has entered the plot too many times. Once he enters the plot, he will be perceived by the murderer... He can only hire someone to work for him. Please, he must also be someone who has not entered the plot...

“I'm still worried about the safety of Xiaoyu Ning. If the two murderers are awake..." Speaking of the murderer, the look on his face is unprecedented.

“Don't worry, the average person enters, those two murderers will not wake up, they will not attack anyone unless they smell the Quasi-Saint Yuan God... and even if accidents happen, the murderer will wake up, you and I are ready to join forces and pull Ning Xiaoyu out of the painting world... If the murderer doesn't wake up, pair with the ordinary Tao Carp, with Ning Xiaoyu's surge repair, plus enough sword skill to cut off the source, enough to cross the painting boundary!” The Kingslaughterman was sure.

The only thing he worried about was that Ningfan couldn't open his eyes eventually, but he didn't worry that Ningfan would be in danger.

The ink seemed to be provoked by Ningfan's divine art, and the surrounding sun grew stronger and stronger. The empty sky was actually ignited and burned by the sun.

Ningfan stands up, and it becomes a convergence of positive forces. The void space is actually melted into a red liquid! If he hadn't fixed it right now, if he hadn't had the shield, he would have burned directly into flying ash under this positive force!

“Yin seal, Phoenix, town! ”

Without any hesitation, Ningfan pointed forward a little, and suddenly a very sharp flash of treasure struck towards the starry sky.

This imprint is the Quartet of Two Meters taken from Wu Lao Yao!

With Ningfan fixing it at this moment, the first change of this mark is triggered, and suddenly four ecstasy bone phoenixes are emitted.

The half-sky sky, which stood up, suddenly fell like a winter, creating endless forces of cold, blocking the positive force emitted by the ink. The half-sky star, the half-sky star, is shady, the two begin to offset each other, so that the sun's power is constantly diminishing, and the power is diminished by more than 50%.

Ning Fan then swung his hand, summoned the memory sword, and prompted the swordsmashing skill of the Divine Sword, facing forward is a split.

Without the help of the Quartet of Two Instruments, it would be very difficult to cut off such a horrible yang power with his current understanding of the sword of the Dao God.

Fortunately, he repaired the sword into a surge. The sword is also powerful, directly splitting the front of the densely interwoven Yang Dao source!

The power of the surrounding yangdao source has been weakened by the Quartet prints of two instruments. Where can you bear Ningfan's sword? It suddenly collapses like a mountain. The half-sky sky where the ink is situated is in a moment of insane collapse.

“No match...”

The ink seemed fearful of Ningfan, no longer in love, but wandered off and disappeared directly from the collapsed stars.

The surrounding noise gradually calmed down, rather than putting away the treasure seal and sword, trying to spread the mind, searching for the whereabouts of the ink, but in vain.

That ink, like evaporation in a dream, is gone...

Even more troublesome is that the artifacts around Ningfan began to change and gradually returned to the scenery of the Haining family.

Standing in the city pool of the Haining family, Ningfan's eyes blinded for a moment.

He trimmed to go back to the level where he had just entered the middle of the painting.

His memory, seemingly part of it, was raw erased, can't remember just dealing with that weird ink...

His memory seemed to return to the moment when he had just entered the painting world...

“This is... the Haining family!” Ningfan gazed slightly.

“I obviously stepped into the picturesque world, but why would I be here? Are all the pictures here illusory?”

Fan had a strange feeling, always felt that, in the same words, he seemed to have said, the same scene, where he seemed to have seen it...

Why is there such a strange idea?

I can't remember...

He began to search here, as he had just entered the middle of the painting, and what he saw was, naturally, an empty city with no one...

And then he started exploring other lower boundaries, and then he appeared in the east, and then he met the weirdo, and then he saw the weird ink, and then he heard the dripping of water, and the incredibly familiar and strange female voice.

“Butterfly, don't go to sleep, wake up...”

“Butterfly, don't sleep... don't sleep...”

Why, again, tell me not to sleep...

Ning Fan glanced at him for a moment and then became confused. There was always a feeling of discomfort in his heart, but he could not find the source of that discomfort.

So, for the second time, he discovered the subtlety of the dream here, raised it to, second chase the ink, second repel it...

Then, forgetting everything for the third time, it appeared in the Haining family...

So, week after week...

At this moment, Ningfan is trapped in the middle of the painting. It is not yet known that the middle of the painting has 3,000 layers. At the deepest part of the 3,000 layers, there are countless voids, there is a giant skeleton, the skeleton is wearing gold armor, standing upright, still holding the position of finger canopy before death.

Around the skeleton of the giant, there are two columns of light, all wrapped around numerous chains of light on both sides, each locked with a carp as huge as a repair star, black and white, all sleeping with closed eyes.

There are also lots of white or black ink dots swimming around the two carps…

“Your Grace, an outside monk has broken through the border..." A white dot suddenly swims towards the carp, reporting.

“Are there other monks coming in? What repair?” The white carp's eyelids were lazy and indifferent. The black carp opened its eyes slightly and asked in shadow.

“Returning to the king, the monk seems to be just a fix in case of ancient robbery...”

“In case of an ancient robbery? Ant. This man's Numen, most of them have no flavor, so eat them yourselves! Don't disturb the king's sleep again!” The black carp snorted cold and closed his eyes impatiently.

See, that little white spot that wanted to keep reporting, helpless shut his mouth.

It also wanted to report to the King that this time the monks who entered the area could not be small enough, even the Dao Carp army ranked fourth in strength, defeated Dao Carp...

If the monk can't get out of the infinite circle of painting dreams, most of them have caught up with this carp and killed it...

Just because the kings are too lazy to care about this repair, it's up to them to deal with this person...