Grasping Evil

Kamikaze is a great divinity, and the magic lies in stretching the divine mind to infinity, so that it can extend to infinity.

In the past, Ningfan, who had just stepped into the repair road, accidentally hit and accidentally caused this magic. At that time, he was clearly weak, but because he stretched out to the extreme, he directly extended out into the rain realm and into the north.

This is also a divine talent with a very high risk coefficient. In that year, Fan Fan almost died because he could not recover his mind. Good thing he was saved from the rescue of the master tablet Immortal Emperor Mengxuanzi.

Today, there is another mysterious old monster, trying to point to him wandering all over the world, so funny...

Apart from the temple gate of Nan Pharmacy Temple, Ningfan looked up at the sky. The sky, apart from the slight rain, distinguished nothing, but he seemed to be looking carefully at something, counting what, gradually gaining a heavy color.

“One, two, three...”

“Tenth floor... twentieth floor...”

“200 floors...”

“400 floors...”

“1,149 floors...”

Some passing pedestrians, curious about the behavior of Ningfan, stopped to look at the sky with Ningfan, but could not see anything from the sky. Ningfan did not answer the question, and eventually had to leave with doubt.

The man who counts against the sky is a weirdo. Naturally, because of the costumes of Ningfan, these belly defamations are not daring to speak out.

I don't know how long it took before Fan retracted his eyes and closed them slowly. The invisible power of mindfulness began to surround him.

If one could see these intangible thoughts, one would be surprised to discover that at this moment the surface of the rather fancy thoughts is slowly producing some symbols. Those who are colorless are the only ones who can see the tree path flowing on the inscriptions. These wooden symbols are rather concentrated by the power of the wooden path, which is extremely astringent, difficult and not pure.

Time passes little by little, and more and more symbols gather on the surface of the mind. Those symbols come together and turn into a thin cocoon on the surface of the power of the mind.

In that calluse's lifetime, there was obvious improvement in some aspect of the power of mindfulness, but unfortunately, before Ningfan realized it, the calluse seemed to be the wrong door, rubbing and cracking.

Nearly one hour of hard work is wasted.

Eyebrows wrinkled, but then smiled loosely, hugging the fist in the direction of the temple,

“Seniors have a point of mind, but later generations can't understand one of them, afraid to disappoint seniors. ”

And the voice of the temple said, "Disappointed? No, my little friend really surprised me. You clearly don't understand the [nail reading] of the pharmacy, but you can only look at it once and imitate it to such an extent. The enlightenment is superb, in fact, the old man only sees it. ”

“Seniors are false praises, seniors are ashamed.” Ningfan's mouth was full of guests, but his heart was dark and full of speculation.

Nail reading…

Is that a terrible magic trick that covers the calluses on the surface of the mind and doubles the toughness of the mind...

Without a doubt, this mysterious old geek who brought him here knew the magic of traveling all over the world. In the sky with nothing, there is actually an infinite filament of mindfulness, connected all the way to the Southern Pharmacy Temple. As long as you can see the filament, you can find it all the way here even if there is no umbrella woman.

The person who can see the filament is rare, that is, Ningfan has practiced the divine trick, the speculative rainstorm technique, so that he can see the fine lines in the sky, and replace them with others, even with the power of Immortal King and Immortal King, he may not necessarily see.

Again, the mysterious old monster deliberately revealed the line, no hidden result, if there is a heart hidden, even Ning Fan can not know that there is a silk reading in heaven.

That's not enough pedestrian repair, it's definitely invisible, so I think Ningfan is strange about the number of days.

Even less will they know that the number of thin cocoons on the thin line of mindfulness, a total of 1,149 layers, is the mysterious sentiment of the old... too tough!

“Kamikaze is a great divinity, and as it grows, I haven't tried to practice it, but I can't. Preliminary mastery of this technique requires the possession of the true immortal cultivation, and requires the monks to have great enlightenment for the cultivation of the divine mind, in order to achieve the first step of the wandering - to draw the divine mind into the micro... As for the second step, to improve the toughness of the filament, rarely can anyone do it...”

Puffing is a means of filamenting the mind, which requires a certain degree of micromanipulation to achieve this step. Of the 100 true fairies, only one or two can do this. These people can pull their minds into tenths of a dozen, twentieth of a thin filament, thereby increasing their mindset coverage tenfold by twenty times, but this is often their limit and cannot achieve infinity and infinity in the theory of wandering.

Because the thinner the mindset stretches, the less resilient it will be, the easier it will be to break, infinitely thin filament, and also infinitely brittle, once the breeze blows, it will break, and it cannot be used for treatment.

Increasing the tenacity of the divine mind is the biggest difficulty in building the wandering world, because this limitation can make the first step of the wandering world, many people are present, but can really master the technique, few people in the last era, is to Xianzi, Mu Songdao people and other quasi-sancestral people, will not.

But the old monster in the temple can swim for miles! Pipeline leopard, the old monster in this temple must not be underestimated...

Ning Fan's inner heart laughed secretly and bitterly. Wu Lao Ba fell into this man's hands, but didn't know how to get it back...

“Do you know why I called you?” The sound of the temple asked.

“I don't know. ”

“Because I smell a hint of divinity from you, but it doesn't seem complete. I have had a cause and effect with the Ancient Heavenly Temple Too Chang Immortal Emperor. This man is in charge of the Emperor. Although he is not good at fighting the law, he understands with the divine. Under the saint, I have never seen anyone who can transcend this man with the divine. If he hadn't benefited from it, it would not have been possible to fix the fugue to this point with my qualifications… What is your relationship with too often, but too often descended from the disciples? ”

“Disappointed his predecessors, his descendants were merely coincidental, and only by chance did they practice too often the Immortal Emperor's disabling methods, not his discipleship descendants.” I'd rather think about it and answer honestly.

“That's a shame... if you are descended from his disciples, I need to help you build a true fugue because of my promise to him; but if you are not, I don't need to fulfill this promise, dial you a little or two, enough, but it is impossible to let me pass on your complete mind without any reason. Tap that to stop, we should talk about your servant.” The old man sighed and retracted the filament hidden in the sky, his voice gradually chilling.

Ningfan and the Taichang Immortal Emperor have some fate, which is one thing.

The servant of Ningfan offended him. It was another matter!

“I don't know how my servant Wu Lao Ba offended his predecessor and asked him to tell me.” Even though he knew that the other party was strong, he was comfortable and calm. After all, the other party's words were cold, but there was no real intention to kill him. There was not necessarily room for good offices in the matter.

“Hmm, the little turtle is called Wu Lao Ba. He looks at the old man as a treasure. If he wants to take it away, he bet with the old man. Now that he loses the bet and is stuck in the old man's water tank, you want to save him. It's not hard, just bet with the old man. ”

“What bet? ”

“The old man bet you can't get into the Southern Medicine Temple alive and come to the old man, but if you can do this, the old man will lose. You can take the little turtle with you! But if you lose, you die, and my husband will take your flesh and mud! ”

Ning Fan's heart is full of spirits.

If he loses, it means that he will die in the Southern Pharmacopoeia Temple, on the way to meet the mysterious old monster… If he wants to come to the Southern Pharmacopoeia Temple, it must be very dangerous.

“Your relationship with this little turtle doesn't seem to be very good. The old man has been holding him prisoner for less than half a day. He has scolded you for more than 1,800 words. Hmm, for this dishonest servant, don't bet with the old man on this! ”

The old man didn't finish his speech, and suddenly he shouted softly. Turns out Ningfan didn't even hesitate half the time. He stepped directly into the South Pharmacy Temple.

Good showdown!

“Interesting boy...” The farther the old man's voice drifts, he can no longer hear.

Ning Fan glanced calmly and stepped into the temple gate of the Southern Pharmacy Temple. His relationship with Wu Lao Ba is certainly not good enough for him to live and die, but even if only for a cause and effect between Wu Lao Ba and the old devil, he will not leave Wu Lao Ba alone.

Even if the other side suspects it's saintly!

At the moment he stepped into the temple gate, the rains outside the temple were forcibly cut off and the rain stopped.

Ningfan Weiweirong, there is only one door apart inside and outside the temple, but it seems like two completely different worlds. With him, once in the temple, he can no longer make the gods escape from the temple, such as being detained in the temple of Yinshen!

From the outside, the Southern Medicine Temple is just a small broken temple.

From the inside, the shadow of the Southern Pharmacy Temple is over 10,000, wild smoke and grass, ghosts are crying, bones are all over the place, you can see the broken staff everywhere, blood stains are not dry...

It doesn't look like Buddhist land, it looks like a ghost hole!

“No, this is... illusion! ”

Rather, he suddenly realized why the passing pedestrians had turned a blind eye to the temple.

Turns out he was the only one who got into illusion, and the moment he stepped into the temple door was the opportunity to officially trigger illusion...

“Break!”

Ningfan's left-eyed demon flashed, emitting a purple and black light, striking the shady world in the temple, actually cracked the world.

Used, Hershey is a gifted skill to break away from the illusion of a clan!

When the crack opened, Ningfan jumped perpendicularly toward the crack. The scenery in front of him changed. He still stood outside the Southern Medicine Temple, holding the position for the initial number of days. The rain was still falling, and there was no shady air in the Southern Medicine Temple.

Has he escaped from illusion? Turns out he never entered the temple, but was struck by illusion from the beginning...

“This man is so strange, he's been watching for a while now, I don't know what he's counting...”

“Shh, don't be ridiculous, this man is a holy mountain mausoleum guardian...”

Some pedestrians on the road, pointing to Ningfan.

Ningfan is also speechless. How do those people know he watched two hours a day? Did they stay on the side of the road for an hour? Aren't you bored...

Ho!

Did those who laughed at Ningfan's passersby suddenly turn into evil ghosts and jump towards Ningfan? The ground also cracked open from it, revealing the burning lava hell below.

Ningfan only realized that he didn't escape illusion at all, but he was still in the illusion. It was amazing to escape the illusion talent, but he was not as good as that mysterious old monster, not enough to escape the other side's illusion!

“There are two ways to break the illusion. The first is to forcibly break free from it through training, divinity and magic; the second is to wake up with the help of a companion from the outside world. Without both, illusion can become a more terrible killer than any other god... undoubtedly, this is a test of immortality, which the old man did not lie to me...”

“This technique, which I repair, is not enough to detect, but besides my ability to break illusions, I also have the ability to rebound away from the illusion of a clan. In a sense, illusion bounces are worse than illusion breakthroughs, especially in situations like mine that are deep into each other's illusions, if you can find weaknesses in each other's illusions, you even have the opportunity to reverse them...”

Instead of running away from the demons who had swung at him, he looked around and his eyes glistened. After a long time, his eyes suddenly turned to the abyss of hell in the rift of the earth.

“The magma seems to be the most dangerous part of this operation, but if I didn't expect it to be bad, the weakest part of this operation is hidden right there...”

Rather than throw away the demons and leap all the way into the lava of hell.

Bear hell magma, with its near horrible temperatures, if it leaps undefended, even the Immortal Emperor has to peel.

These magma are illusion incarnated, the idle defense means simply can not prevent their temperature, and deep illusion is not the main body at this moment. As soon as the defense means cannot be used, the cord directly uses its own illusion force to defend these magma.

Understand the few tactics used so far, at this moment, he used them!

At the same time, his body kept pouring out black gas and covering him. That black, the color of the night, was the magic of the Dark Night's Way after the great formation of the Taoist!

Deep into each other's illusion, it is naturally impossible for Ningfan to directly replace the other party's illusion world with his own dark night, but he still wants to mobilize the power of some dark night illusion to resist the other party's illusion damage, can do it.

Most of the magma that approached him was blocked by black gas, but very few pierced his illusion defenses and splashed on him.

Hot, heartburning, every time I was burned by the magma, I preferred to feel my mind drained, flying weak.

But no matter how weak Ningfan is, his face is always calm, leaping into the magma, constantly moving downstream, which seems like a hell of a deep, unpredictable hell, actually, not deep! After crossing the original rolling magma, Ningfan suddenly felt cold and fell into a stone room. The stone room is built deep in magma, and the walls are filled with illusion symbols, plus a pair of horn crystals floating halfway across the sky.

The horn crystal is the power of this illusion and the weakest part of this operation!

Ningfan's sleeve robe waved and a large piece of black gas swept towards the horn crystal, seemingly trying to tarnish the horn crystal.

But before the black gas approached, there was a ray of light coming out of the crystal, turning it into a complicated ban, sweeping the black gas away.

Ningfan faint sweep, here less than ten steps stone room, there are thousands of defensive formations, and these formations loop each other, only one or two are useless, soon will the formations will be reborn, only to see through all the formations, one-time break clean, to get close to the horn crystal.

I'd rather watch the ban here carefully. I actually have the feeling of looking at the star fight when a mortal person is looking at it. I just think it's far more complicated than expected. Even if I stare at it for a long time, I feel dizzy.

Don't stare for long enough to find a breakthrough strategy in a short time.

Ningfan put an end to his heart's eagerness to escape illusion. He was in no hurry. He sat on his knees in the stone room and slowly studied this method.

One, two, three...

January, February, March...

Spring went to autumn, Ningfan was sitting in this stone room for hundreds of years. One day, he suddenly stood up and struck out thousands of golden matches like electricity in an instant. In the myriad of roaring noises, he directly broke the ban here!

Then he raised his hand to his own illusion black gas, polluted the horn crystal, and used the talented skills of illusion rebound to grasp direct control of illusion here!

For a moment, the old man, who was supposed to be a cylinder in the temple, suddenly looked surprised and fell into confusion, but woke up again for a moment.

And Ningfan, his eyes changed and he returned to God.

He still stands outside the temple, looking up at the sky.

On the side of the road, someone pointed a little at him.

“This man is so strange, he's been watching for a while now, I don't know what he's counting...”

“Shh, don't be ridiculous, this man is a holy mountain mausoleum guardian...”

Hundreds of years of sitting in the stone room, only in hallucinations, the outside world actually stayed in his illusion moment.

Just listening to some of Ray's words, I'd rather have a bad feeling in my heart. Hasn't he escaped the illusion yet? Is it possible that the landslide will crack again in the next moment?

Good thing this time it really escaped, because inside the temple, a praise came out.

“Good, you win, take your servant home. I didn't expect you not only to escape the illusion of an old man, but also to rebound the illusion of an old man, making the old man instantly lost... you, good! ”

Ningfan grew dull and walked into the temple. There are no illusory shadow towers in the temple, the Southern Medicine Temple is just a small broken temple.

In the courtyard, in the inner courtyard, an old man in a blue leather jacket, combed with braids, sat in the courtyard, with a base in front of him, holding a thick mud strip in his arm, folding into a cylinder in a circle, and the rear base spinning, holding the hemp wire dipped in mud, slightly grinding the surface of the mud cylinder, and occasionally holding a wooden stick, sitting at the cylinder mouth, smoothing the mud cylinder mouth of the spinning.

In the courtyard, there are also many mud tanks hanging from the sun, with no rain falling into the temple.

Further afield, a small kiln was built, seemingly for cylinders, and outside the kiln, a young man with a horn mask, glazed some cylinder embryos.

It was the same person Ningfan met when he signed up for Blood Martial Arts.

“Why are you here? You're just following me!” The young man, suspected of being less than a pure mask, stood up and looked sharply at Ning Fan.

It seems to be completely ignorant of the confrontation between Ningfan and the elderly in green.

I was not too surprised that I might encounter less than pure here. I looked deeper than pure glance, but did not answer.

The old man in green said.

“Pure buddy, you're busy. It's none of your business. He's here to see me! By the way, your deal with me needs to burn me 2 million cylinders in my lifetime, I'm still 1,997,162, don't slack my husband! ”

The old man in blue glanced at the young man in the mask with his face on.

The masked youth took a very deep look at the elderly in green clothes and looked at Ningfan again. In the end, he didn't say much, and went back to glaze the mud tank.

The old man in green clothes exhibited a very weak aura, ostensibly like a city well hawker, but as the person's eyes converged, it suddenly gave Ningfan a sense of pressure of the tsunami.

The second-degree quasi-sancestor, and stronger than the Matsudo, is such a terrible strong man!

“I know this man. Why is he here?” I'd rather remove the old man's pressure with a powerful word trick, "he asked.

If he's not mistaken, it's rarer to glaze the mud tank than just to stay here, as if it's some kind of special practice… it doesn't seem malicious.

“You're here to take away your servants, not to ask for news. Too many questions, not good!” The old man frowned.

“If I don't ask, I'm not sure this man is safe.” In other words, I fear that the elderly will be reckoned with less than normal.

This is also the worst case, if this second-degree quasi-sanctioned old man has the heart to calculate a less than pure one, preferring to ask himself that he is unable to counteract each other.

“If you think too much, someone can never count on anything, if you want to kill someone, kill them directly, if you want to harm someone, harm them directly, this son of a bitch is fine, so are you, your turtle servant is fine, all the same! ”

Just say, the old man impatiently refers to a cistern at the corner of the courtyard, so he can make his own cylinder and ignore Ningfan.

Wu Lao Ba is in the water tank.

Ningfan approached, half a cylinder of water was stored in the tank, and a strangely similar large fish was kept. He looked more than a dozen pounds and was quite fat. There was also a sesame size turtle in the tank, and the turtle was dazzling. It was obvious that the old 80,000 ancient bodies had shrunk by countless times.

As for the weird fish, if you look closely, it seems to be an ancient extinct Yellow Springs whale, said to be a Fae living in Yellow Springs, but is raised as a pet by the elderly, and appears to have been reduced countless times in size...

No, it's not shrinking, it's... big and small!

This tank of water seems to be close by, but it is actually a long way from Ningfan, far away… I would rather reach out and touch the water in the tank, no matter what.

It's like, these two fish are living in another world, another... round!

No wonder Wu Lao Ba can't escape, because Wu Lao Ba doesn't know how to turn...

“You have a slight backlash, very weak, but the truth is that you have come to understand. You don't need the help of an old man to get your servant out of this.” Nor did the old man lift his head.

“Well, the younger generation can do it on their own, without the older generation having to help. ”

Fortunately, Ningfan had just learned his own lesson about the round, otherwise he wouldn't dare to exaggerate Haikou and go get Wu Lao Ba.

I just can't believe... this old bastard is really cursing him, oh, he's itchy.

…

The world in the cylinder.

This is an underwater world where you can't see the edge. The old eight sides of the tortoise swim in the water, scolding, a yellow spring whale like the starry sky, behind him, with a sympathetic look.

This Yellow Springs whale is not intelligent enough to understand how the world can be so cruel to abuse such a lovely little turtle as its master.

The smell of this yellow spring whale is very powerful, almost comparable to that of some weak fairy emperor. In the beginning, he thought that the yellow spring whale was weak and bullying. He didn't expect to be instantly suppressed by the other party. Fortunately, Wu Lao Ba immediately obeyed the soft, this unwise yellow spring whale greatly forgiven Wu Lao Ba, and agreed to Wu Lao Ba's request, verbally prayed to Wu Lao Ba's handkerchief.

“Brother, are you listening to me? ”

“Ho ho ho -” wants to say 'listening' to the Yellow Springs Whale.

“Pathetic, Second Brother, you can't even speak, but luckily I understand a few Fae animal languages, I can't believe it, I didn't think it would be useful today! Are you sympathetic to my brother? You're such a good brother! ”

“Roooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“Good brother, then I go on, next, I'm going to make one hundred and eighty-two complaints, that damn Sha Xing, will not come to rescue me, surely to see the enemy strong, abandon my life, no morality, no righteousness! If he were killed, I would surely do anything to save him. I am the most loyal Wu Xiaobao in the world, so as not to be as inhuman as Sha Xing! ”

“Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

“Next, I have to make one thousand eight hundred and forty-three complaints. That Sha Xing who plays Fire and Urea Kang, every time he gets something good, he won't give it to me, and in turn, he robs my Fabao. Second Brother, you say," Should such a master strike a thunder on the day! ”

“Roooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“Next, I have one hundred and eighty-four complaints to make. That damn Sha Xing, he actually thinks I'm Longyang, which is a huge insult to my personality! I can't believe I like men. I'm a normal Wu Xiao Ba under the sky! There are still 1,845 complaints, Sha Xing, what is he, what is he doing to me... Eh, what are you looking at, Second Brother? ”

Wu Lao Ba cursed and suddenly found the whale's eyes wrong. At a glance, you can see the endless waters, reflecting the smiling face of Ningfan.

Suddenly the tiger's body shook! What happened to Ma Egg Sha Xing? How much did he hear?

“... now... cough cough... I'm going to make one last complaint... then what, I'm going to complain that Sha Xingfeng is so flimsy, so resourceful, amazing, magic Gestapo, damn it, I don't like it! How can there be such a perfect person in the world? How can we ordinary people live? Now that the complaint is over, the next big brother will tell you a story called ‘I have a good master, I will be loyal for life'...”

Huh.

Wu Lao Yao did not finish his speech, but felt dark in front of him. At the next moment, he felt out of the water. He was forcibly confined to the impossible to quit Bangu himself and finally quit.

By the water tank, Fan Fan shuddered the water on his hand, and a sesame size man in the water landed, instantly grew and turned into an old eight.

“Don't you think it's too late to change your mind when the complaint is over? ”

As soon as Ning Fan spoke, Wu Lao Ba had the feeling of five thunderbolts.

Shit, it's still slow!

“Master, I, I...” Wu Lao Ba was a little shaky, and at the same time had a kind of emotion.

His flying sword didn't really expect the master to rescue him. He just wanted to scare the old man in green and let him know he had help outside.

How dare you ask for my lord...

He must know that the master's heart is such a danger to him. He is just a pig. He will not scold the master!

“Oh, if you complain, when you get back, there's time, don't rush.” Fan smiled, but Wu Lao Ba had the nerve to suck himself to death.

Sha Xing is absolutely angry!

Anyone who tries to save a man's life and they're yelling at him will be angry! This fucking mouth is fucked!

Ningfan is really not angry, just bored of Wu Lao Ba is a bit speechless. He complained about more than 1,800, and he was curious about what he was complaining about.

Is he so evil? If so, that would be nice. As for the bastard, he never expected the other party to be loyal to him.

“Talk about you, go back and be quiet for a while now. ”

Seeing Wu Lao Ba tried to argue nonsense, but Fan was lazy to listen. Instead, he walked to the old man in green clothes and hugged him and thanked him.

Thank you, this person is large, regardless of the guilt of the old man, did not kill at random.

Thank you, it is this person's point of call. If you understand carefully, Ningfan may not be able to find out from today's point of call how to persevere in his mind, so as to build a true wandering.

Nor did the old man lift his head, as if he had not seen Ning Fan move.

Only before Ningfan opens his mouth.

“Though you are too much of a descendant, you are also lucky to have him. If you pay the price, I can pass on the complete eight tricks of the divine mind, so as not to let too much of the divine talent fall. ”

“Oh, do you want me to read the magic?” I'd rather have a microscopic look, “he asked." What price do younger generations have to pay in order to change their minds? ”

“Come back some other day, today I am a green cow soul, only focus on building a cylinder, not talking about a deal, wait for the yellow cow, come back and talk about this! ”

The old man lowered his head and turned the mud tank chassis again.