Grasping Evil

Coming out of the fire door is a skinny giant elderly man, heavily dead, not a living man, but a corpse demon.

The old man said that he was a giant. In fact, he was only fourteen or five tall. He was not the kind of giant who moved hundreds of thousands of people. The skin around him was bare, stiff and black and blue. He didn't know how long he had died. Only the crotch of his lower body was surrounded by a wrecked animal skin. The animal skin, though old, still retained a breath of vicious beast. It was obviously stripped from some extremely powerful vicious beast.

Between his legs, he was shackled, extremely inconvenient to walk, and wore a golden hoop over his head. The wrist area is free, carrying a giant sword with serrations on its shoulder, the sword is stained with iron rust and blood, and it still gives a shocking killing smell over the years. Obviously, when the sword was intact, it was a Tai Ancient Demon with a good grade.

He was slow, rigid and locked up in chains, and it seemed to take a long time to move every step of the way, but every step of the way made the ground earthquake in Digla City shake, and seemed to do so entirely by physical force, which was somewhat frightening.

You know, the powerful people in Glass City are crowded, the formation law is reinforced everywhere, like Daguangming Temple such a heavy place, the formation law is more powerful. The immortal prince did not necessarily shake the mountain, but the demon giant did so easily.

This physical strength, even if it does not reach the rank of Immortal Emperor, is feared to be the rank of High Order Immortal King!

“The second round of seizure of the mausoleum is divided into two links, one is the test of power, and the other is the test of illusion. This demonic old man should be the one who came to preside over the test of power...” Ningfan insinuated, more slightly surprised when God touched the corpse of the elderly.

The corpse and flesh of the elderly seemed to have undergone some kind of secret sacrifice, and upon contact, they were rebounded and unable to penetrate.

Though not able to go deep, Ningfan still detects a hint of ancient demons hidden from the elderly...

No wonder this old man's physical strength is so horrible, the whole of Glass City shakes the mountain, turns out he was still an ancient demon...

As soon as the old man walked out of the fire door, the inhabitants of Glass City outside the square shouted. His expression was disparaging, fearful, indifferent and different.

This makes Ningfan incomprehensible.

In the past, the first round of capturing the mausoleum for Nanjiang grasslands was also a corpse demon, but when the demon appeared, the people worshipped, obviously with a very noble identity.

And this old corpse demon seems to be extremely humble. Not only does no one kneel, but some of the inhabitants of Glass Town, who have been repaired to be weak, throw stinking eggs and rotten cabbage at the old corpse demon from outside the square...

What a boring, ridiculous thing to do when a man is throwing a cabbage egg like a mortal... but he prefers to laugh somehow.

The old man had a stiff face and no expression, so he came out of the fire door with his feet chained. His mind was low, his eyes were empty, he didn't understand why so many people threw rotten cabbage stinking eggs at him, but he ignored it at all. He was carrying a rusty sword, his spine unbent, his face clearly hung downstream egg yolk liquid, but he was arrogantly carrying a dry, thin neck, and in the despicable and unscrupulous eyes of a Glass City resident, his head was like a general who had returned triumphantly.

The impassioned momentum must have been the last posture the old man retained before his death. Even though he died today and became a demon with low intelligence, he still did not lower his head.

There seems to be something, infected with Ningfan from the corpse demon old man, his face unconsciously had a muddle, closed his eyes slowly, hidden his hands in his sleeve, another magical wind, thrown some stinking eggs from far away to the old man rotten cabbage, all blown away...

“Shit, who rolled the wind and blew my stinking eggs away! ”

“Hmm! Could it be someone who's pitiful to this Shin-Zin demon! That's ridiculous! ”

“Shin is a demon, but he's a sinner! ”

It is Ning Fan's hand that moves when there are four curses, but no one knows.

Boom!

The old demon slowly walked under the high platform, blasted, stuck a rusty sword on the ground, and then slowly and rigidly held his fist in the direction of the five emperors of Zhongzhou on the high stage, still not bent his back.

“Shin… XXIII… see… five sires…”

The old man named Shen XXIII sounded like a thunderbolt. He echoed here. Some of the people who had been repaired were unable to bear the sound at all. He was shocked and dizzy.

And some Glass City residents, after the old man spoke, talked about it.

I preferred to listen to some of it, which made me understand why the old corpse demon was being spit on.

Because unlike the corpse demon who presided over Nanjiang Xiaobi, he was the Shin Zi number...

Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of manipulating corpse demons, and among the tribes, there are basically guardians of corpse demons. In the Greater Beluga, there is a category of corpse demons, with a very high status, acting only on the orders of the Holy Mountain, called the Holy Angel!

The Angel is generally divided into two levels A and B, and the B Angel is mostly a corpse demon below the Vancouver Realm. For example, the Angel, who presided over Xiaobi's corpse demon in the Nanjiang Prairie on that day, is a B demon. The B Corpse Demon Angel is extremely high, and the strong under Bangu see the B Angel, mostly on their knees.

The A-word demon has a higher status. Most of the demons are those above Bangu. Some Immortal Emperors encounter the A-word Angel. They all need to be respected and embrace boxing and saluting.

The Greater Beluga study of corpse demons is very thorough, under the name of the Holy Mountain A B word corpse demon, the spirit is generally higher than ordinary corpse demons, with basic thinking skills and fluent language skills.

But in fact, on top of the A-B, there is also a type of corpse demon, which is classified into the sign-off level...

Shen, literally understood, is the A word corpse demon, has a heresy, wants to break the bond, gets free...

Shen Zizhen demon is basically from the A-word demon. He belongs to the Fae of A-word demon, disobeys discipline, disrespects his master, and prefers to cut off his head and not kneel on anyone.

The demons of this kind are untamed, and therefore most of them are obsolete of their previously high intelligence, a very low intelligence, and even basic thinking is difficult.

The Holy Mountain Powers are not comfortable with the Holy Envoys of such corpses and are still afraid that they will rebel with their instincts, locking them in special shackles and sealing their power. The Voldemort golden hoop on this kind of demon is also first-class.

The Shin Dynasty is widely regarded as a traitor in the Holy Mountain Dynasty. Naturally, it is not possible to have too high a status, but a very humble existence.

Above the high platform, full of Immortal Buddha, looking at Shen XXIII, are all despicable and indifferent colors.

Today, the second round of the mausoleum is dominated by the five emperors, and the five emperors are dominated by the heavens. Tiandu Emperor faced Shen XXIII, his eyes were lazy and apathetic, "You can begin the test of strength! ”

“Yes.”

In the face of the Buddha's high altitude, Shen XXIII's heart, somehow, there was a ferocious thought, trying to destroy some of the constraints in front of him.

But the idea of fury had just arisen, and the dark golden hoop on his head just happened to flash the light, spreading the magic, and depressing the idea of fury in his body.

Kakaka! It's that golden hoop shrinking and squeezing its skull!

Shin XXIII's skull was so stiff that the golden hoop could not be broken under any circumstances.

Years after his death, he was unable to feel any pain from that squeeze, only to touch his head somewhat inexplicably after the violent thought had crushed him.

Did something happen...

He doesn't understand…

Although I don't understand, in the eyes of many years of death, two lines of unsweetened blood tears came out, but in half, it dried up, because there was not much blood left in the body...

Seeing that Shen XXIII suddenly had a madness attack, the audience here was shocked. It was good to see that Shen XXIII was still tamed by the golden hoop, and then relaxed.

Some Glass City residents scolded and laughed in a bad way.

Sure, it's Shin's ranked corpse demon, it's very dangerous... but so what, you still have to obey Buddha's Law.

I'd rather have my eyebrows wrinkled than say anything.

The first round of capturing the mausoleum was divided into two parts of the Literary Test Martial Arts.

The second round of the mausoleum, the Zhongzhou Bi, is divided into two parts: the test of power and the test of illusion.

The strength test is mainly to test the physical strength of the contestants. Without a certain body cultivation, it will not be possible to achieve good results in the strength test.

This link does not require teams to kill each other, but each team is tested in turn by the Corpse Examiner.

The test content is very simple. It requires all teams to cooperate in the next assessment of the demon's giant sword strike. For each sword taken, the team's total score can be increased by 100%.

There is only one requirement, this link must not use the magic of isolated treasure management, not use various spells, not even use the medicinal soul type of gain method to hold, but must use physical force to receive the assessment of the demon attack.

Obviously, physical repair dominates this round, and teams with more physical repair dominate. It is obviously much easier than being alone when people join forces to defend against giant slaughter.

“This Shin's strength before his twenty-third life was terrible, but after his death, he was restricted by golden hoops and shackles. His strength was sealed, and he could not use much power alone. He could take several swords without knowing my ancient magic...” Ningfan said.

At the end of the ceremony, Shin XXIII began to explain the rules of the second round of mausoleum grabbing to the participants. His mouth was not fluent, and the phrase was even strange and difficult to understand. Occasionally, he also said many words that he could not understand. But the good news is that all the contestants are people who know the rules. They don't need to understand the rules of the Corpse Titan. There aren't many people at all. If they are patient enough to listen to him, they are all starting to keep their eyes closed and wait for the trial to begin.

After discussing the rules, Shin 23 mouths spit out a golden light group, one sacrifice to heaven, the light group dispersed 108 golden lights, and flew to 108 teams here.

Among them, there was also a golden light flying towards Ningfan. Ningfan reached out to pick it up, but it was a golden token of all four quarters. In the book [Nanjiang Tamu] four words.

This is the scorecard for the second round of the Mausoleum, which records the team's accomplishments and naturally cannot continue with the first round of identity cards.

The scorecard naturally falls into his hands when he is a team, and most of the multi-player teams are held by the cultivators.

Suddenly there is a team scorecard, Golden Light Masterpiece.

That was the team of the Yun Jin Meadow Fu Tiger Department, which sparkled brightly, and the people of Fu Tiger Department would suddenly like to get out of the queue and walk into front of the Corpse Demon Giant.

The scorecard will be lit randomly, to which team will fight.

Volkswagen is not a powerful tribe of the 3,000 great and humble tribes, but it also belongs to the upstream middle, the team of twenty strong people, each body is as strong as the air breath, and the three major mindless sitting towns, all in the early cultivation, the same muscle strength.

Obviously, the Volkswagen Ministry is already prepared for the test of this force, and the people sent to the second round are physically repaired hands.

The head of the Volkswagen Ministry is a middle-aged man with a long figure. He approached Shen 23 ways with pride, "Please teach me! ”

“Give me... a gift... I won't kill you...” Shin XXIII Hood pulled out the giant sword that plunged into the ground, carrying it on his shoulder and said with a harsh tone.

“Oh, a gift, of course I'll give it to you...”

The middle-aged man coughed dry a few times, suddenly coughed up a strong sputum and threw up directly on Shen XXIII.

After the middle-aged man, other strong Volkswagen ministry also went forward, his eyes despicably threw up a thick sputum at Shen 23.

Their heads weren't short, but they were too short to throw up on Shin's legs when they were placed with the giant-like application 23.

Shin XXIII was already very wretched with egg drops and rotten vegetables. At this moment, he was thrown up. More wretched, but he nodded with great satisfaction. "This gift... is good... I like it... I won't kill you... now... the trial begins...”

“Come on!” Everyone in the Vuhu Ministry laughed.

Outside the square, many of Glass City residents couldn't help but laugh.

It's silly, Shin Zi's corpse demon is really a silly lack!

Rumor has it that the memories of the Shin Font Demon have been destroyed, changed, and rejected as a courtesy. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that this is not a lie...

This is stupid!

“Where... is it funny...”

There was a sudden feeling of coolness in Ningfan's heart.

He did not know the name and origin of Shin's 23rd birthday, but he could imagine that he must be a righteous, dead and unyielding ancient demon warrior.

In his lifetime, Wei Minghe would rather die than bow his head. He still retains this unyielding position. Behind him, he becomes a corpse demon. If he is a real corpse demon, he is humiliated in front of countless people...

If Shin XXIII expects such a day, he'd rather blow himself up before he died, but he wouldn't leave the whole body behind...

No one can hear Ning Fan's voice. Not everyone is laughing about it. There are people frowning, but there are too few, too few...

The Trial of Power began in these laughter words.

The people of the Volkswagen Tigers Department were already ready, lined up word by word, facing Shen XXIII vertical queue.

When Shen 231 sword was cut off, everyone raised their swords, very tacitly simultaneously, blocking Shen 23's giant sword.

Though far from the full power of Shen XXIII, it is also terrible.

The sword was a little longer than a 20-man column. One sword was cut off, and the heavy sword caused the wind to swoop around in this ancient square.

Twenty swords, collision with a giant sword, like a clash of repair stars, tremendous force shook the surrounding space distorted.

On the one hand, there was a small group of 20 people, and on the other hand, there was a giant of fourteen or five fathers, and the scene was also quite spectacular.

This pair of chopping, but ultimately the human hippocampus Shen 23 slightly dominated, even though Volkswagen Ministry blocked his first sword, there were six or seven Volkswagen Department emptied or sword broken, or the tiger mouth collapsed blood, all in horror look.

Is this the Shin Zi demon with limited strength? Even if it's not all prosperous, it has such horrible power, it really is!

Those with broken swords who are strong in the Volkswagen Ministry, how dare they be lazy and take out their swords again, leaving little time for them. Shen XXIII's second sword was chopped down again, and it was still a big force to sink into the wind.

The hair of some strong people in the Volkswagen Ministry is blown directly by the wind and scattered in the sword wind, making them look extremely wolfish.

The second sword, the Fu Tiger Department is still blocked.

Then the third sword, the fourth sword...

Shen XXIII's energy seems to have never been exhausted. Once the giant sword was swept down, the force was still not weakened at all.

But the people of the Volkswagen Ministry, their strength diminished slightly. By the eleventh sword, they began to lose strength and were helpless to retreat.

By the nineteenth sword, the Volkswagen Tiger Ministry was still strong, leaving only those three people in the early days of crashing.

By the twenty-fourth sword, it was the early days of those three broken minds, and they tried their best. They were helpless enough to call a halt to the trial, and did not take the twenty-fifth sword.

Twenty-four swords, that is 2,400 points, the middle-aged man led by Fu Hu Ministry, looked at the score on the scorecard, slightly sighed, the first stage can get this grade, enough, if you hold on, you will be injured hard...

Seeing the people of the Vuhu Ministry called a halt to the trial, Shen XXIII also chased hard. He put down the giant sword with pleasure and reinserted it into the stone, indifferently.

“Next. ”

As his voice dropped, another team of scorecards issued a golden glow.

This is followed by the retreat of the Volkswagen ministry and the advance of the second team.

The second team came from the valley of the West River Prairie, which was less powerful than the Volkswagen, and only took Shen 2314 swords and gave up. There was no place for the whole process.

Of course, like the people of the Hobo Ministry, Shen XXIII still said that silly before the trial began.

“Give me… a gift… not… kill you…”

And then the gift was still a mouthful of sputum from the people in the valley.

Then, Shin XXIII nodded almost foolishly satisfied.

He is very pleased with this gift...

It's not really satisfying inside. It's just that my memory was deliberately changed to this, and I think it's a good thing that people spit on me...

“The person who changed Shin's 23rd memory is really funny. Is it funny to humiliate a dead person so much...” Ningfan frowned more deeply.

Only those who ridiculed Shin XXIII were laughing badly and annoying.

After the valley, it was Tsunami Ippu who fought with 16 swords.

After that, it was 11 swords of purple sand, 9 swords of sea bow… Not all tribes, there were a large number of physical training competitions, some teams came with the intention of giving up the strength test and emphasizing the illusion test, so there was not too much physical repair in the team, and the results of the force test were naturally not optimistic.

As time passes, more and more tribes get the test of strength, but few have more than twenty swords.

Seventy and eighty tribes have achieved results, but only six have achieved results above twenty swords, the highest of which is 33 swords.

The trial was always carried out without a trace, and the audience watching the trial gradually got a little bored.

Ning Fan is a deep lock on the eyebrow. He has repeatedly watched the scene of being spit on 23 times, and naturally cannot be happy.

He doesn't like insults to dignity.

The only thing that interests him is to hide in the Fantasy Sea Ministry, alias the Green Spirit of the slaughterhouse, similarly did not spit on Shin 23, but took a piece of pap, and did not disgust, and rubbed the sputum on Shin 23's legs.

This directly pissed off Shen XXIII! He had few wisdom, did not understand why the woman named Green Spirit should wipe off her gift. In anger, the giant sword waved more fiercely, directly causing the Fantasy Sea Department to suffer more sword strength than other tribes.

Grades are naturally worse!

Poor Fantasy Sea was not a tribe that was good at refining the body, and was treated with anger by Shen XXIII. He actually only got the poor results of 4 swords and gave the whole force to test the mattress.

Ningfan also deliberately releases his mind and hears a rather funny conversation inside Fantasy Sea.

“Shit, you little bitch is really skinny again, why are you messing with this Shin XXIII! I don't know, the better you treat Shen XXIII, the more he thinks you're making it worse! They are all stupid, stupid, you go rot the kindness, piss him off, make us go to the bottom, you, you... see how I can clean you up in bed when I get home after this mausoleum!” This is the husband of Green Spirit - that scar reads angrily about Green Spirit.

And Green Spirit, looking bowed his head in grief, in the eyes that no one saw, brewed a terrible killing machine.

Seeing this, Ning Fan smiled for the first time. He can imagine that the slaughterhouse at this moment must be broken inside!

It's unbearable to be drunk by a man with a broken scar in a district...

As Ning Fan expected, the slaughter of the Emperor at this moment was indeed a breakdown in her heart, and if she hadn't accomplished the purpose of the trip, she would almost have tried to unravel identity killings.

Her grandmother's, what a shitty identity her subordinates have given her! Forget being a couple, you're still being humiliated by each other... and packed in bed! Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.

Unfortunately, in Ningfan's eyes, the previous trial was just such a small highlight.

Fortunately, the audience was just bored, and one of the Black Horse teams in the second round of the session appeared, which suddenly caused people to shake their spirits!

Red Peak! It's a team of mages of the Red Treasure who are the most honorable!

Finally there's a decent team out there...