Grasping Evil

While the lethality of the flooded bottle is enormous, it also used more than 90% of Ningfan's power, and the consumption is quite horrible.

Ningfan took a few Dan pills, took a little breath, restored some power before triggering the water bottle again, drowned the third layer of the entire fire tower wave, and retrieved the bottle.

The third floor of the earth, ravaged by flooded bottles, has become completely invisible, and all the sites marked on the map have been destroyed by the waves, leaving nothing but rubble.

There are also a handful of entrants entering the third level who were killed by the indiscriminate first-world attack of the flooded bottle, and I would rather say I'm sorry about that.

Brother Dashentong's struggle is often too powerful, too broad, and involves all beings. Fortunately, those entrants who enjoyed humiliating the ancient demons did not have any preference, so that there would be no guilt in the matter of false injuries.

Put away a bottle of flooding, and Ningfan begins to deal with the killing of Hundred Floors Yuanjin. This Yuan God is dying in a coma at this moment, but he prefers to keep a line of life unceasing, unable to be reborn after death, which is the result of the multiplicity of calculations in Ningfan.

Ningfan first scrutinized the Numen who killed the hundredth floor, and then drew three illusory spirits from it.

All three souls, killing hundred floors to relatives, once taken out, mourn painfully, and suffer from the hundred floors of blood reincarnation technology.

It is a soul that has been dead for countless years and has long been unable to be reborn. If it does not appear, it will be used by hundreds of floors, then the soul will be scattered and the opportunity for a return to life will be lost.

In this way, the so-called rebirth of the blood god is simply depriving one of his loved ones of a chance to return to life and thus gain one more life.

If Fan asks himself, no matter what happens, he can't kill the killer with his own heart, from this point of view, he can't kill the hundred floors.

He didn't want to be a hundred stories.

After a slight silence, the three souls slowly disappeared into the heavens and the earth and returned to the circle.

Solve these three souls, prefer to kill again, the hundredth floor will not be reborn.

Not in a hurry to kill Hundred Floors, Ningfan was interested in killing some things on Hundred Floors. After imposing heavy restraint on his former gods, he searched directly for the memory of the Hundred Floors and searched the memory of the Hundred Floors in the most heinous and damaging way. He was simply too lazy to use counter-psychology.

In this way, Killing Hundred Buildings directly realizes the breakdown of the sea and becomes a retarded idiot. Even if he can be resurrected, he can only regenerate one idiot. Of course, he had no chance of being reborn.

After searching the memory of the Hundred Floors, Fanfan frowned for a long time. His interest in the memory of the Hundred Floors, of course, was not in the history of the Hundred Floors Killing Patronage, but in other things.

The technique of killing hundreds of floors is so subtle that it can ignore the forbidden force to fly, which is what Ningfan wants. This technique is definitely a tremendous technique in heaven and earth!

Buddha emptiness!

In the memory of killing the Hundred Floors, Fan found the name, but did not find any way to practice Buddha's emptiness.

But you can see a memory of this.

In the image, Kill Hundred Floors worships a huge statue on a flaming continent.

Later, the light flashed over the huge statue and a phantom figure appeared. It seemed that some Immortal Emperor had used the technique of descent to manifest the statue.

The Immortal Emperor looks ordinary, thrown into a pile of people, belongs to a very unnoticed existence.

The Immortal Emperor's eyebrows always had a good smile, but in the end, it was taught to kill the hundredth floor of Buddha sky, blood god rebirth technology and other series of scholarships, and to kill the hundredth floor of the sea of knowledge, once someone searches, kill the hundredth floor memory of the cultivation pharman, all will collapse!

Ningfan insinuated that it was because of the existence of the collapse technique that he could not find the Buddha Empty cultivation method from the memory of the Hundred Floors...

As for the Immortal Emperor, who taught to kill the Divine Spirit of the Hundred Floors, Ningfan, though he had not seen it, could almost guess some. Most of them were the creators of the Rebirth of the Blood God... the Lord of the Sky Flame is dead!

According to this memory, Killing Hundred Floors is not only under the door of the Emperor of Lutuo, but also has a division relationship with the Emperor of the Flaming Death... He should have thought of it long ago to learn the immortality of the Emperor of the Flaming Death. Killing Hundred Floors cannot naturally have anything to do with the Emperor of the Flaming Death.

With this in mind, Fanfan's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

This dish will kill the hundredth floor, and I don't know if it will upset the Emperor...

Then, Ningfan remembered the previous creation of Golden Lotus...

Making puppets requires a lot of materials, one of which is the Numen of the Brothers...

Though the Yuan God who killed the hundredth floor said that his intelligence had been abandoned, he could still use it as a material and blood puppet. As a human being, Ningfan was disappointed by the strong desire to kill hundreds of buildings.

But if it is as a puppet, it is different… I would rather have a quasi-emperor puppet similar to a killing machine, fiercely storm ahead and kill all enemies that stand before me…

In this sense, the Murderer Yuan God of the Hundred Floors is an excellent material for refining puppets. Even those Immortal King Yuan Gods do not necessarily have the killing weight of hundred floors. Naturally, the effect of making puppets is much worse...

“In that case... leave the Numen behind and let him make puppets on another day! ”

As for killing hundreds of floors to refine the puppet, would it piss off the Emperor, Ningfan could not think about that much.

Seal the Hundred Floors Yuan God in the trait jade box, Ningfan only walked into the fourth floor of the aisle.

At the end of the tunnel, is the fourth floor of the sky, the slaughterhouse king is half leaning against an old acacia tree, arms hugging his chest, frowning waiting.

She said that she was not worried about Ning Fan's life and death, but still had a slight apprehension on her face. Of course, whether such apprehension was out of concern for her peers or a plot to do something big about it was unknown.

In short, seeing that Ning Fan returned peacefully, the slaughterer was very satisfied, his eyes faintly swept over Ning Fan's body, and seeing that Ning Fan did not have the bravery to kill Wangu Immortal, he asked.

“Letting that boy get away again?” Obviously thought that Ningfan didn't really kill Hundred Buildings.

“No, didn't let him get away. ”

“So... you want to refine the puppet with his Numen?” As soon as Ningfan took down the Hundred Floors and didn't kill them, he expected Ningfan to do something.

“Yes, the Yuanjin killing hundred floors is very deadly, it is a great material for refining killing puppets, killing them directly is too wasteful. ”

I would rather not hide the intention of slaughtering the king.

At this point, although he still retains a little vigilance for the slaughterhouse, it is already just a normal area of human interaction, and vigilance is not as serious as it was at the beginning.

How to put it, this woman, though tall and heavy in killing, seems to be different from the deeply immortal monsters in the capital.

It's not that this woman doesn't have a castle, but... she seems different from what other Immortals are after.

Other fairy emperor monsters, all they want is to survive from the unknown number of robberies, or to pursue the growth of cultivation, the increase in power, the prosperity of the Zongmen, the spread of the Star River by the disciples...

And what this woman is pursuing is not matter, but something other than matter...

Just trying to find an answer in my heart.

Ningfan feels very much like the slaughterhouse. All the other monks know what they're after and what they want. And he didn't actually pursue the monastery itself.

He yearns for strength, only to have enough strength to guard the lair behind him, that's all. If one day he had no more enemies, he might have no incentive to preach, but to choose another path. Gandhi is calm, lukewarm, on a monopoly acre all day long, sunrise, sunset and enjoy the calm of every second of your life.

He is a member of the realm of the cultivation, the slaughterhouse... seems to be the same.

Even though she was humiliated by the younger generation as a pussy, she still kept some kind of promise to the cow ghost supremacy and didn't do it. Ten thousand people humiliated Shen XXIII, and she was the only one who did not speak, silently wiped away the filth on her behalf.

Such a person… it is difficult for Ningfan to be alert, it is difficult.

“What are you looking at, I got dirty things on my face?” The slaughterhouse was annoyed and intolerant by Ningfan.

“Nothing, hurry up. ”

“Oh? It's good to finally know the time is expensive. I looked at your map, there are a lot of good things on this fourth floor, enough to steadily move your medicine soul level into the eighth circle, there is no chance of failing promotion! ”

“Oh? What is it that keeps me steady? ”

“You carry me, I'll show you the map...”

…

On the thirteenth day, the Emperor pointed out Ningfan and came to the fourth part of the twelve great vicious places on the fourth floor. After breaking the illusion, he obtained a pot of ancient medicine wine from there.

According to the slaughterhouse, this is a drug and wine that is unique to the Greater Belgians, and can be drunk to improve the soul of the Brothers. Efficacy varies according to the vintage of the wine.

The vintage of this tub of ancient wine seems to have reached tens of millions of years, and not only is it incredibly potent, but it is also incredibly powerful.

“Ningfan, pay attention, don't get drunk! If you were drunk here, you'd be wasting a lot of time! You know, Ben's time is precious! ”

“Rest assured, I have quite an understanding in one of the ways of wine. I am now fixing it. Even if it is sealed, I can control it as much as I want, even if I am drunk and not drunk, only in the middle of my mind...”

“Don't be so vulgar! Drink! Drink! ”

So in the unbelievable eyes of the slaughterer, I preferred to mumble and mumble, and drank a whole pot of ancient wine!

Apart from the slightly reddish complexion, you can't see any drunkenness. Behavioral behavior is still unusual. Sitting on your knees in a very natural place, with the help of the Emperor's saintly will treasure, you are madly refining the power of medicine and wine!

Its Pharmaceutical Soul Rank, also finally entered the eight-turn Rank and turned towards the eight-turn Rank a little closer to the intermediate Rank...

I was surprised to see Ningfan sip the entire tens of millions of years of ancient wine and slaughter the Emperor. You know, when the ancient wine reaches such a vintage, it is some fairy emperors, they don't dare to drink it all the time, they only dare to taste it lightly...

Fan Fan poured well, sipped the whole pot of wine, still proud, if this is true, this amount of wine has exceeded many Immortal Emperor powers.

Does Ningfan really have this amount of alcohol?

Anyway, the slaughterhouse does not believe, is it not this ancient mud seal damaged, the potency and alcohol dissipated clean? Otherwise, how could Ningfan drink a whole pot of tens of millions of years of ancient wine, as easily as drinking water...

The slaughterer squatted down, stretched out his slim forefinger, smeared it on the mouth of the wine bar, smeared a little wine and licked it.

Then… she pounced drunk!

Because she was too curious, she forgot that she could not play the cultivation at this moment. Drinking such spirits is like dying...

After three days of drunkenness, the Tu Wang woke up and opened her eyes in a blurred sleep. At first glance, she found herself still on Ningfan's back, while Ningfan, during the time she slept, was seriously rushing the road.

After asking, I realized that I had slept for three full days, to slaughter the king's face thick, I had to feel the old face red.

“You have a really bad alcohol volume.” See the slaughterhouse waking up, preferring to speak with utter silence.

“Bullshit, if this girl is still here, this vintage wine, how could she put me down! Like this ancient wine, I will drink to ten altars and eight altars without any problems!” The slaughterhouse rebutted with a reddish face.

“I don't believe it. ”

“Believe it or not, when this is over, I will find some fine ancient wine and invite you to the Bloodmartial Arts to have a good drink! Show you how much I drink! ”

“ … ”

Ning Fan is full of black lines, anyway, he will never believe that the amount of alcohol that can be poured by a drop is just a hard mouth.

There is such an incompetent side to the high and almost omnipotent slaughter of the emperor... Oh, that's interesting.

Whatever Ning Fan's inner thoughts, she really needs to take this matter as a big thing, put it into her heart, figure it out, where to get some good wine to prove her alcohol quantity... while considering these questions, ask Ning Fan what has happened these past few days.

That's when I learned that I was drunk for three days. Ningfan, in the period of her drunkenness, was quite successful in hunting for treasure while driving behind her back and destroying the fierce illusion encountered along the way.

When the Emperor was drunk, he naturally didn't put away the treasure of saintly will. When the slaughterhouse was awakened, Fan returned the treasure.

Nowadays Ningfan has obtained the knowledge of illusion from the Tu Wang, and the talent of illusion is finally fully utilized. The fourth level of Tai Xuan illusion can no longer stop him!

Without needing to slaughter the Emperor's pointer, Ningfan broke into several vicious places, got a lot of good things, and finally the drug soul level broke through again in the water, reaching the eight-turn intermediate level!

Eight turns to the Alchemist, looking at the countless days, is not a great character. But anyway, the promotion of the medicine soul is always a good thing, and Ningfan is naturally very happy.

Of course, he also secretly left something behind to take back to Ouyang for warmth... but unfortunately, with the mind of the slaughterhouse, I didn't know that Ningfan would have such a small reckoning, now strictly ordered Ningfan to take out some hidden objects, under her supervision, take all the food, and the level of medicine and soul naturally made a lot of progress towards the superior.

On the 18th, Ningfan and Tuhuang Road broke down the fourth floor of the murderous land, not far from the entrance to the fifth floor. At this time, Ningfan, with the help of the slaughter king, the Pharmaceutical Soul level has really moved into the eighth turn of superiors!

Just one thing that made Ningfan complain a lot about being slaughtered.

Because of the convenience of forming a team map, it is easier for Fan to find it on the map. At this moment, the position of the witch word has actually reached the entrance of the fifth floor, and it is much faster than he, the man with the pointer to slaughter the emperor and to break illusion all the way!

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, you see, a district in case of ancient robbery, actually came in front of us and reached the entrance to the fifth floor step first. Tell me how slow you've been on your way!” The slaughterhouse complained.

“Instead of moving in a straight line, we have bypassed many of the original paths, which naturally cannot be faster.” I'd rather be helpless.

“You can run harder, faster...”

“ … ”

“Oh? Interesting, there seems to be something ahead...”

When the royal voice fell, Ningfan also spread his mind, sweeping towards the entrance of the fifth floor, then frowned.

It's more than 200 miles from the entrance to the fifth floor, but if he runs wild, that's not a long way off.

…

At this moment, at the entrance to the fifth floor, thousands of monks gather again.

The people of the Ministry of Witchwords and Witches and the Ministry of Fantasy Sea are being surrounded by thousands of monks.

Those who surround this land with witchwords are stone dang and red treasure!

Shidang leads his team, and Red Tibetan carries a lot of horses. In fine numbers, Shidang and the strong behind Red Hidden are definitely not only their teammates when they form the team, but also the people and horses of a total of dozen tribes of Lin Lin!

Generally, runners in the second round of the mausoleum rarely enter the fourth floor area, and rarely.

But that doesn't mean no.

Once upon a time, when Wangu Xianzheng participated, there were occasional Wangu Xianzheng attempts to enter the fourth level of exploration, even… into the fifth level.

The higher the number of layers, the higher the score, so powerful people are constantly searching deep into the ground.

It is precisely this thought that the witchcraft wants to enter the fifth level. The fifth floor was very dangerous, not necessarily self-preservation based on her immortality, but she had to make such a decision in order to score more illusions.

With the convenience of team map-sharing, the voodoo is well aware of what was happening during this time. Ningfan seemed very interested in the previous layers of the murderous land, and almost every one of them had stepped on it.

The map does have a lot of lighting, but the scores on the first floors are not very high. Besides, it seems that the range of activities in the first floors is not too large, but rather very purposeful to march directly to the vicious places of each floor…

This makes the witch speech very silent. She sort of seemed to see it. Rather than lighting the map, Fan seemed more willing to go to various vicious places to explore, wasting time...

If your teammates don't help, you're on your own. Witchwords decided to venture into the fifth floor and score more points in the fifth floor. Never thought that the fifth level of access would be blocked by a hexagonal stone door, unable to pass!

This hexagonal stone door cannot be opened and can only enter the fifth floor if it is destroyed. However, after several attempts, the voodoo found that the stone gate was much harder than she had imagined, and that it was not possible to blow up the hexagonal stone gate.

Make her happy that two other Wangu Immortals will be here soon. If they want to enter the fifth floor, they can break the hexagonal stone door together and enter together.

What angered her, however, was that the two Wangu Immortals did not come to enter the fifth floor, let alone any possibility of working together!

The two of them came running for the map in her hand!

“Word of the Witch, you are an old Immortal, but Old Tong is not afraid of you. If you know him, give him the map in your hand! Otherwise, no wonder the old man robbed us! ”

The Red Tibetan is only a new immortal, yet in the face of witchcraft, it is an old and autumnal gesture, which makes the witchcraft very unhappy.

Shidang was even more overbearing, drinking directly to the witch words in the tone of command, “Hand over the map! Otherwise, no wonder my two hot hands are ruthless. First they kill you here, then they slaughter many of your men behind you! ”

Shi Dang's mighty second-guess immortality swept down. Many of the mighty men on the witch's side could not bear such momentum. They looked white and feared!

Witchwords are equally nervous. She had no idea that the Red Treasure would join forces with Shidang to grab the map!

These two people, one of whom has been teamed up with the Hundred Floors, seem to be on the same path as the Hundred Floors; the other, rumors and killings of the Hundred Floors have a great deal of life and death, water fire is not acceptable...

These two people, without killing each other, are already very strange, how could they join forces!

However, the other party does not seem to have any intention of wasting time with her, let alone explaining it more. If it sees a discrepancy, it must proceed directly.

In an atmosphere of sword and crossbow, the heart of the witch's words seemed to hang a boulder.

Red treasure is just a new immortal, but Shi Dang is a real second-grabbing immortal. Together, the two men will never think of a robbery as their own, they can be opponents!

It's too unlikely, too small, to successfully protect the map from these two people...

Besides, the other side actually gathered dozens of tribal men and horses to surround her here. Brother-in-law singles are nothing, but if the number is to a certain extent, it cannot be underestimated. Under the siege, it is not easy to escape...

A careless one, most likely killed here!

The heart of the voodoo begins to struggle. She works for the Hundred Flowers Emperor. If you hand over the illusion map, the illusion results will return to zero. Try that score before, you'll never break into the top three and get the South Sea Springs water!

If she doesn't get the South Sea Springs... she will bear the wrath of the Hundred Flowers Emperor!

But if she doesn't hand over the map, at this moment she will have to face the siege of two immortals, thousands of broken minds...

Pay or not!

That is, at this moment, there is an overlap between the location of the Witch Word and the location of the Witch Word, on the map of each other! However, all of this, the witchcraft busy with inner reckoning, is naturally unnoticed.

She did not pay attention, which does not mean that no one else did. She is not the only one who shares the map with Ningfan.

In the crowd behind her, Captain of Fantasy Sea, the Scar Man, noticed a change in the map in his hand.

At this moment of overlapping map position, a floating shadow swept up against the ground, bringing the hunting wind and the smoke!

The shadow kept approaching, and only before it stopped, appearing in shape and revealing the figure of the servant.

It was Ningfan who rushed here!

Scar, look straight in the eye! On Ningfan's back, the woman whose bird is lying like a human being, is not his little daughter-in-law, * * * * close to Ningfan's back, it is not even shy, she is a slut!

Scar men feel the grasslands on their heads are so vast that they can run horses. But this time, there was no anger at all. Instead, I was delighted to see Ning Fan again!

Because when Ning Fan comes, he means... he's saved! What does grass have to do with this?

It's not just Scar Man, it's better to come here and let the thousands of strong people breathe. Makes the face of the three Wangu Immortals change.

It's just that Stone Dang and the Red Mage, they're frowning.

Witch words, on the other hand, reveal the color of surprise.

At this moment, the eyes of thousands of powerful people focus only on Ningfan!

At this moment, the words of the witch could not wait to speak, saying for the first time in a crying out for help.

“Brother Ning, help her! ”

The sound was clear and beautiful, but it didn't impress Ningfan's inner half. He just looked at everything in front of him indifferently, like a colleague who had nothing to do with himself, and asked without expression.

“Why are you gathered here? ”

He hasn't forgotten what he asked for before the witchcraft.

Private grudges do not help each other. Oh, that's what witchcraft means. Of course, considering the fact that the Witch Word Map was really robbed, he would also lose a lot of sharing of his accomplishments, and it was his own business that he could not ignore the Witch Word.

Of course, it is not possible to make him do it with just one delicate cry for help.

His fees are... expensive and expensive! It's not cheap, but it varies from person to person.

At least witchcraft can't be cheap!