Grasping Evil

As the saying goes, evil people are punished by evil people themselves. Pork Face Box Spirit is not a good class, however for Ningfan this is not a big problem.

Many servants who had surrendered were basically villains. Split Demon Big Head, Black Hawk Big Eight, Candle Bow Spirit... Now there's another pig face box spirit.

He has a great deal of experience in dealing with villains, and is nothing more than benevolent.

Wei, Ningfan has shown Pork Face Box Ling, at least on the surface, this Pork Face Box Ling is already in town.

Well, you don't have to rush to get rid of the water ghosts with the power of the pigface box spirit.

Now that the pig's face was so tamed, Ningfan stopped smoothly and asked.

“Come on, what do you got against the water ghosts here?” The voice still carries indifferent chills, frightening the pig's face with a spirit.

He was severely traumatized by Ningfan's finger sword, almost directly extinguished. At this moment, he was lucky to save his life, and his fear of Ningfan had risen to unprecedented proportions. Faced with Ning Fan, he dared not to be a bit cynical. He was even more afraid of the wrong words. Again, he pissed off this Sha Xing. Under high tension, he answered with care and nervousness.

“The master did not know that the water of Yellow Springs, though it can nourish the shady soul, was born of the ghost of Yellow Springs, with great weakness. The others, unaware of their weaknesses, were once small men of the Yellow Springs Navy, but they knew it! A dwarf knows at least ten ways to seduce these water ghosts, but it takes a lot of time. Of course, if the master only wants to enter the palace, not kill the ghost, then the dwarf has a way of saving money. In fact... only a small man can make small spells and give a single order, these water ghosts will retreat directly, afraid to stop the master from walking..."

Ning Fan glanced at him.

By a single order, a lot of water ghosts just retreated? Yellow Springs? What did this pig face start with...

“Are you serious? Are you sure you can do this? ”

“... how dare a dwarf deceive his master! Before the dwarf returns to the ruins, Huang Quan Jiuyu is under jurisdiction. With these water ghosts, it is certainly not difficult to deal with them! Master and lay the chest flat outside the palace door, then back off a little bit to see how the dwarf can scare off these water ghosts and clear the way forward for Master! ”

The pig's face swore to Dandao and was anxious to prove his appearance.

He knew that he had offended Ningfan. Although Ningfan had temporarily let him go at this moment, it was not insured. It was difficult to guarantee that Ningfan would not settle the accounts later in the fall. Only by making amends to one or two, can the pig's face feel a little safe. At this moment, in the interest of self-preservation, when hatred really cannot make 12 points to help Ning Fan.

“If you can do this, I'll see to it. ”

Ningfan was silent for a little while, and eventually followed his words, moving one step closer towards the palace. Ten steps from the palace door, Ningfan did not proceed, but placed the jade box in his hand on the ground and then backed away slightly.

Seeing that Ningfan had withdrawn far enough, the pig's face took a deep breath and suddenly turned into a green light. He flew out of the jade box and landed on the ground, hallucinating into a wild boar's essence with a wide waist.

This wild boar has short black face, big ears like a puffin fan, deviated from wearing a very windy red wedding dress, wearing a black hat, with gold leaves on both sides of the hat, obviously the groom's dress.

If the groom's clothes were worn on Ningfan, there might still be a slightly more stylish feeling, but wearing them on a pig's body would make him look unequal.

The pig's skinny clothes are even more vulgar. With a golden belt wrapped around her waist and a circle of bright golden beads around her neck, she had twenty whole beads, all of them the size of goose eggs. Each finger carries a jeweled wrench and is filled with gems of all colours. Grinning, huh, still a mouthful of gold teeth...

Slightly...

Ningfan is slightly speechless. This product is only worn, you can see that it is also excellent, it seems to be the same as Big Head, Wu Lao Ba, Candle Bow Spirit...

“Little man Zhu Er, see the master!” The wild boar is looking at Ningfan for a while. He dares not lift his head too high, nor dare to go out into the atmosphere. He is obviously afraid of Ningfan.

“Zhu Er is your real name? ”

“Yes, yes, my name is Zhu Er, can you change your name or sit down and change your last name!” Zhu Er's eyes were a little faint, but he still said with a hard mouth.

I'd rather not know where this pig is lying. Zhu Er must be an alias, but he's too lazy to ask too many questions. He was not interested in the real name of Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork Pork.

“Well, you can begin to disperse the water ghosts here. ”

“Uh, well, could the... master disperse the sword in the dwarf? It's horrible! Just a little bit of sword left in the dwarf is irresistible to the dwarf. With this sword interference, the spirit of the dwarf cannot be repaired. Well, that... the dwarf has a certain command to drink back these water ghosts, but there is a premise that some kind of operation is required. If the spirit is damaged, the success rate of the operation is not very great... Master, look...”

Zhu Erzhiwu prayed and rubbed his pig's waist pitifully.

Because Ningfan's previous finger sword was severely wounded, the upper and lower body connections of Zhu Erling's body were almost cut in two, leaving only a tiny bit still connected.

Speaking of which, this Zhu Ergong is not small, but the wound can still be repaired by itself, which is not something that other organs and spirits can do. But because the swordsmanship that remains in his body is rampant, this repair has not been built. It has just been repaired. It will be destroyed by swordsmanship, intermittent and endless...

Zhu Er has no way to restore the integrity of the Spirit unless Zhu Fan takes away the sword that remains in his body, and this is what is required at this moment.

Instead of saying much, he only trivialized a photograph into the pig's sperm and suddenly extracted a hint of white sword from it.

The pig was delighted, the sword in his body was emptied, he suddenly operated the magic, and the spiritual fracture quickly recovered in the breeze.

“Ha-ha-ha, Grandpa, I'm back! ”

As soon as Pig Jing was happy, he wanted to forget to shout a voice. To the mouth, he noticed that it was wrong. Now it is no better than before. In front of the new master, it would be better to converge a little more proud. So I cared, halfway around the corner, and I changed to, “Oh, hey, I Zhu XiaoEr recovered, I can finally praise my master in full prosperity! ”

Ningfan had to smoke the corner of his mouth.

False, so fake... This hypocrisy, this serious nonsense, is a match for Wu Lao Ba... It seems that Zhu Er is not really stupid, he is just proud to get used to it. If he encounters an unbeatable enemy, he can definitely bend over...

“Can we get rid of the water ghosts now? If I'm not mistaken, your spirit doesn't seem to be able to leave this treasure box for too long...”

“Hiss, Master has a good eye, I saw this at first sight! Look at the monks in the midst of a man's life. The master's eye is first!” Zhu Er shocked, a butt slapped over.

“... how much eyesight do you need to see through these? Cut the crap and get to work!” I'd rather be speechless.

“Yes!”

Zhu Er answered respectfully, while his heart was secretly bored.

He hasn't kissed his ass in years, has he? Otherwise, why can't his ass impress Ningfan half...

Looks like it's really getting used to being a big man and then being a little bit of a dick... hey, I think I'll have to get a chance to practice this craft again.

Knowing that Ningfan was in a hurry, Zhu Er naturally did not dare to waste any more time, his hands pinched a knack, his mouth whispered the knack, then the sea water died silently at the bottom of the sea, suddenly there was a surge, there was a... water wave!

At the beginning, the water wave was very slow, and with the passage of time, the water wave eventually became strong, shaking rather than standing steadily.

Zhu Er, in the waves of the water, remained steady as Taishan, suddenly immobilized, reading words in his mouth, constantly practicing spells. He is an organic body with no hint of modification, but the ability to show at this moment makes Ningfan a little less afraid.

In the waves, gradually emerged the blue light, and at the bottom of the dusk and dark sea, the light appeared bright, like the stars on the night sky.

At the very beginning of the light, at a certain moment, the green light suddenly swept across the place, and in the green light, a scent of melon fruit appeared.

Zhu Er prayed for the incense case for three weeks. He read words such as' Three Clear Blessings’ and 'The disciples respectfully invite the holy descendants’.

It is said that Ningfan's first reaction is Zhu Er is carrying out magic such as inviting magic, and inviting the strong to come. And listening to that word, what you are asking for, is actually interfering with the Holy Word, you are asking the saints not to!

Is that possible?

In this illusory land of dreams, please come the legendary saint?

What would happen if a saint really came...

Or, please, holy saints are just a slogan, a saying, that's all...

I would rather not know the exact origin of Zhu Er, but from the information available to me, Zhu Er is at least the strong of the real world, and has even guarded the real Yellow Springs Jiuyu.

Zhu Er, at this moment, focus on the spell, what effect does it have!

Here… what will change dramatically!

Boom!

Just as Ningfan nerve tightened, the green light around Zhu Er actually exploded.

After the explosion, the original incense case disappeared. Instead, Zhu Er, who had been bombed by the green light, became quite a wolf...

“Impossible, impossible! Am I out of skill? I can't believe I failed!” Zhu Er rubbed the smoky hairs on his head and his face was incredible.

Ningfan is silent again. It was hard for him to really think that a saint would come, so close to the enemy, and Zhu Er made such an explosion for him...

“Can you do it? If you can't disperse the water ghost, just say so!” I'd rather be intolerant.

“Well, it's just a small mistake, my lord. Don't worry, next time it's gonna work, it's gonna work! ”

After incense...

Boom!

One hour later...

Boom! Blow it up!

Two hours later...

Three hours later...

Zhu Er has failed the application dozens of times, the whole body was blown up and a slight burning smell was emitted.

Ning Fan sighed, he felt a bit silly to give Zhu Er a chance to try once...

If Fei Ningfan could see Zhu Er's extremely serious approach to imposition, he would almost think Zhu Er was deliberately looking for trouble and deliberately failed to impose the method.

“Can you do it or not...” said Ningfan silently for a long time.

“Master, give me one last chance, I can do it!” Zhu Er said boldly.

“I can't, I can kill all the water ghosts here by any other means! Your approach has not saved me much time. ”

“Really one last time, give me one last chance, good lord, my good lord...”

“… for the last time. ”

“Yes, for the last time! The dwarf has kind of understood why the application failed, not because of me, but because of the changes in heaven and earth... so it turns out..."

Zhu Er summoned the incense case again, once again making the green light work here.

The intensity of the green light is constantly climbing, gradually, it is almost beyond the critical point that the sea water here can bear. Once it's over, it explodes again!

But this time, Zhu Er suddenly changed after the intensity of the green light climbed to its limit, the fingertips changed, here the blue light suddenly began to contract, began to condense, and a little condensed into a huge green halo!

The halo is constantly under palpitating pressure, and swirls, stepping out of the halo, in the green light, your old body, with Zhu Er and Ningfan on their backs, facing a palace in the direction of negative hands.

That giant green ring, clearly, is the saint ring that saints can possess!

The old man, Heran owner of the Saint level of terror threat, as if just a single reading, can destroy the whole fantasy world, the words spoken, more than ever, change the color of Ning Fan!

“My husband came here by heaven's will to destroy the world! Blocker, kill without forgiveness! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! ”

This phrase, this outrageous laughter, seems to be addressed to the ghosts in the palace, and also seems to be... to Ningfan! The tremendous pressure of laughter echoed in Ningfan's ears, as if the sounds of heaven and earth echoed! And every time it echoes, it will bring some bitter pain to Ningfan Xinhai!

At this moment, however, Ning Fan was no longer in pain, and the whole person was shocked by the short words of this mysterious saint.

Extinction!

This Zhu Er really needs a saint! And the saint you hired has the intention of destroying the fantasy world!

Are you kidding me? Didn't you want to disperse the ghost, why did it become... extinct!

Ningfan's eyes turned red, his heart paused with countless speculations, and then a little regret! He shouldn't have given Chu Er a chance to buy a saint, he shouldn't! This Zhu Er... could be a great enemy in disguise!

The smell of this saint cannot be seen in the slightest falsehood, it is swept by the eyes of the second realm of the heavenly man, and only the truth can be seen!

This is a true saint!

If this saint is the great enemy of the Purple Dow Immortal Realm, and if this Saint is Zhu Er's conspiracy, today's event will most likely become the cause of the extinction of the fantasy realm!

And this scourge was succeeded only with his repeated indulgence!

Can anyone in the fantasy kingdom fight the Third Step Saints!

The brutal scourge of the day, only an ancient overhaul level of Yin ink, risked some regiments to destroy many of the magical emperors of the fantasy world. If the great enemies of the saint level arrive, the forces of the four days and nine realms, the demonic realm, ancient demonic abyss and many other interfaces will be combined, I'm afraid they won't be able to resist!

Can only be seen... destroyed!

If the fantasy realm is truly extinguished as a result, he would rather be the head sinner of the fantasy realm! Because the great enemy of the saint, at his mercy, came!

“Zhu Er! Give me an explanation! ”

Rather than kill wildly.

This world is the dream world created by the Immortal King of Zidou; this is the final home of the countless Zidou who fought so hard to guard; this is his home, the place where his close friends and relatives live!

He can forgive Zhu Er's previous verbal offense, but if Zhu Er Er has a desire to extinguish the boundaries, it is different! Because it means putting him in danger!

If that is the case, it would be better if Zhu Er paid the price!

Ningfan has not released such a degree of homicide in many years. Under the Tsunami of Mount Hoo, Zhu Er, who was somewhat proud of himself, was horrified and unknown.

How did the master get angry when he finally succeeded?

Is it possible the master misunderstood something? Misunderstood. He brought in a real saint? Misunderstood that the saint he had invited was really going to destroy the world of dreams?

“The master is angry! You misunderstood, misunderstood... this is not a true saint, it's just an illusion. If you don't believe me, I ask this‘ saint 'to turn his head and the master will see that what the dwarf says is true...”

Zhu Er explained that the saint was being manipulated by his manipulation. In time, the old saint, who had stood in the dark, turned his back.

What an old face that is.

However, that face actually coincided with Ningfan's appearance, which was completely after Ningfan's old age...

Ningfan's gaze slightly weirder.

He didn't think the real world would have a saint who looked so much like himself.

Nor does he think that there will come a saint who is bored and disillusioned with his face.

“Master, you have to believe me, this is not a true saint, this is an empty shell to scare people. Vigilance is true, but it can't hurt people, it can only bring people sea pain at most, thus increasing the confidence of others in this matter...”

“If the master doesn't believe it, he can touch it. This saint is like a foam. Once he touches it, it will break...”

Fan approached him according to his words and touched the saint with a three-point vigilance.

And then the saints and all that, the rings of the Holy Spirit and all that, the sky pressed and all that, and it burst like a foam.

Fake...

It's a fake...

Bright breath, pressure or anything, do like a true saint, but it is a dislodging shell that doesn't look good in it, and it cracks when you touch it...

Never before has the monastery been so silent.

He was so close to the enemy that even the end of the war here was thought up, but Zhu Er told him that this great enemy of the saints was fake...

“Is this illusion? What level of illusion...”

“It's too brilliant, the illusion a true saint would use. ”

No wonder I can't even see the slightest falsehood in my heavenly sight. I can't believe it's a saint who can use too much magic illusion... I don't think there are many people in the whole fantasy world who can see the smell of the saint as false...

“... the illusion that saints can use, how did you use it? ”

“Ha ha, I'm not using the whole thing, it's just part of it. The true saint who told me about this operation said that under the complete state of the operation, the illusion can be used to make the true saint help the battle, but if it is residual, it can only illuminate its shape, it cannot actually be obtained. In short, only a saint can come out to scare people, it's not very useful...”

No, it's already a terrible use to frighten people, okay, provided... that this falsehood is not uncovered.

If this saint had not had the same face as Ning Fan, if it had not been for Zhu Er's prior warning, Ning Fan would never have thought that this saint was false.

“By the way, why do you use illusion, illusion saints and I look alike...”

“Without the look of your old man, this technique will not succeed.” Zhu Er laughed.

“What do you mean? ”

“In short, because the master is one of the few practitioners in the earth today, this technique can imitate the image of the master and succeed. ”

“What does that have to do with me?” Ningfan frowned and looked at Zhu Er. He didn't seem to show his commandments in front of Zhu Er, but Zhu Er recognized them...

“Because...”

Zhu Erzhang tried to explain to Ning Fan. Suddenly, his face changed and he showed his horror. His pig's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't even throw up a word.

On the forehead, more cold sweat!

As if, in today's heavens and earth, under today's law of the road, once you speak of those taboos, there will be a great disaster!

For a long time... Zhu Er just said sadly, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't tell you why. Because... can't say! ”

I can't say!

Not again!

Much of the truth has been told by the slaughterhouse before, but there are no unspeakable circumstances.

However, Zhu Er wanted to talk about something, but this kind of frightening situation appeared...

It seems that not everything in the real world can be talked about. Some can be talked about, some can't be touched!

“Just forget it. Let's change the question. Can't your illusory saint be someone else's face? For example, any stranger...”

“Once upon a time, yes; now, no… only the image of practice can be used to carry out this technique.” Zhu Er sighed.

Rather than frowning, Zhu Er's words gave rise to countless speculations in his heart, but he could not obtain any proof.

Too many secrets of heaven and earth to touch, too many things... can't say...

“Do you have to look like me? ”

“Yes…”

“Well... forget it. ”

“The master allows me to take a short break. Each successful use of this technique will result in a huge loss, which is not completely rested and cannot be used again. ”

“How long do you need to rest before you can operate again? ”

“Three... three hours, right?” Zhu Er had a bit of a shortage of gas, smiled dry.

I'd rather have my eyebrows wrinkled, "Honestly! ”

“Three... three days. ”

“Honestly! ”

“Three years. ”

“Give you one last chance… to be honest! ”

“Three million years… once to use this technique, the dwarf needs three million years to recover…” This time, it is true.

I had a headache when I was in Van Dong, “So you still want me to wait here for you to take a break? You want me to wait here for three million years? ”

“Little man, damn it! Little people are afraid to tell the truth, the master will be angry...”

“If time flies back, will your wear and tear disappear? Will it return to full strength at the previous point in time?” I'd rather have a little silence, "he asked.

“Yeah, there's another way! Master, use the magic of the treasure chest to turn back time! So the dwarf can do it again! ”

“In that case... like Poromi! ”

…

Time returns to the original time point for the second time.

With the exception of Ningfan and Boxing Ling, who are able to preserve their memories before the time reflux, the rest of the arts and crafts have lost their memories for some time with the time reflux.

So when Ningfan appeared on the ship again, the words he heard were still the admonition before the slaughter.

In the eyes of the slaughterhouse, Ning Fan has not entered Yellow Springs at this moment, and is planning to enter.

“… so that the point in time here is positioned by this treasure box, and if something really happened, you can go back in time and come back here. But let me remind you that the use of this treasure chest is not unlimited and can only be revived 10 times in a day, that is, you can only die 10 times in this Yellow Springs. Remember that? ”

“Remember, but I've only got eight backwards chances.” I'd rather be speechless.

“What, you've been dead twice? ”

“Well, sort of...”

The first was a moment before Ningfan's death, passive time reversed, and the second was the artificial active use of the treasure chest, which was somewhat different, but Ningfan did not intend to explain these irrelevant details more.

As before, the slaughterhouse asked him the same questions and gave him the same warnings.

After the conversation, Ningfan jumped into the Yellow Springs Sea for the third time and came all the way to the palace of the palace.

Although it is a shame to waste time backwards, we have waited three million years for Zhu Er's skills to cool down, and Ningfan would really rather go backwards.

Zhu Er once again emerged from the treasure box. This time, his illusion was very smooth. With his previous success experience, he did not fail to illuminate the saints like Ningfan.

No illusion at all!

Once again, seeing this illusion as a saint, I would prefer that Fan still not see any fragrance in the breath, but feel the magic of this technique.

How many people in the realm can see through the second kingdom of a heavenly man like him?

This illusion seems useless, but if used properly, it can be a means of deterring enemies... the deeper they become, the more afraid they are of saints...

Ningfan can't see the illusion, and the ghosts in the palace are even less intelligent.

Zhu Er manipulated the illusion saint, stepped into the palace door step by step. At the moment of stepping in, more than 700 ghosts killed out, but they were all under the third step of the illusion saint Weia, horrified, fearful, such as the imminent enemy, dared not resist.

More at the moment when Zhu Er manipulated the saint's opening, all the water ghosts looked stagnant and confused.

“At the head of the Nine Saints in Heaven River, the Commander of the Nine Rivers, Tianpeng Saints, wait for the First River Guardian, immediately transfer to the Second River, wait for the Heavenly Saints to dispatch, no mistake! ”

“Temple... saint... obey... command...”

The water ghosts look confused, and with their extremely low intelligence, they do not understand Zhu Er's words.

But that tone, like the instinct to engrave the soul, prompted them to leave the town and guard an abandoned palace for countless years.

Even when the great enemy arrived, they would rather die in battle than flee.

Even if the dead die, they will become water ghosts and continue to guard this abandoned palace!

Because the orders are mountainous!

What they were commanded to do was to defend the first day of the river at all costs. And now, this order has changed, because that day the head of the Nine Saints of the River has a new demand, then they have to move towards the next day!

Is it true that the commander in front of you is a saint of Heaven?

I don't know, I don't know... the voice of Heavenly Saint is true, this Saint's repression is also true, probably... the order is also true...

Where is the river the next day?

Don't know, don't know...

Then go find it, go find it... because the order is like a mountain.

A water ghost swims out of the palace door of a palace, swimming far away, swimming, one as if wishing to end, successively turning into a light point, disappearing into sea water...

Instead of being slightly silent, watching these water ghosts disappear, for some reason, the first thing he felt in his heart was not the joy of emptying the obstruction, but the indistinct.

These water ghosts... were they the guards who died here...

Dead and turned into ghosts, still not forgetting their duties, but a group of guards to be respected...

As soon as the water ghosts dissipated, Zhu Er dissolved the illusion. The whole person drained his strength and flew back into the treasure box to rest.

I'd rather pick up the chest from the ground and ask the pig's face on the chest with great sincerity.

“Speaking of which... what does Temple Saint mean and what does a military order mean? I don't suppose you're making up your orders to the water ghosts by borrowing the power of saints... is that true? ”

“Ah-ha, what's the master talking about? I don't understand. ”

“Forget it, if you don't want to talk more, I won't ask too much. What your former master wanted should be right here in the palace. Rest now, we won't need you for now. ”

Ningfan closed the chest and then took out the left eye of the slaughterhouse, held it in his hand and entered a palace.

This is a palace that has been abandoned for many years, with no extra lights but long extinguished lights. In the middle of the hall, there is a well…

As Ningfan walked into the palace, the left eye of the slaughterhouse began to shine bright light, as if it were smoke, passing towards the well in the center of the palace.

The Demon race is good at setting the connection points of different spaces to look like wells, but the wells in front of us are obviously not spatial connection points, but other uses.

“Is what the slaughterer wants in this well...”

Instead, Fan approached step by step, lowered his head and looked towards the well. The moment he lowered his head, a burning, unimaginable smell burst out of the well!

At the moment when the heat swept in, anyone who seemed to have predicted, retreated and opened the Defense of S.H.I.E.L.D. in retreat.

But even with the Defense of S.H.I.E.L.D., Ningfan was still under those scorching forces and burned directly into flying ash!

There's no way to fight!

It's not fire!

It's something hotter than fire!

It's the polar sun! Huge enough to burn off an entire eastern solar sun!

Historically, the top five figures of the Greater Below will enter here at a certain time to gather the power of the Sun above the sea.

But the polar sun they gather is only a tiny bit that flows out of the well, and forgive me, it's very satisfying.

However, the number of polar suns they collect is too small and too little compared to the polar sun in the well…

At this moment, killing Ningfan's polar sun in the face is far from being comparable to that scattered few!

Even Ningfan, the first class of the Mu Songdao people, will definitely be killed by the polar sun here in a second!

This dead well… how can there be so much sun power!

This dead well... is what the slaughterhouse is looking for!

…

The third time is backwards, back to the ship.

In the ear is still the word of admonition of the slaughterhouse.

“… so that the point in time here is positioned by this treasure box, and if something really happened, you can go back in time and come back here. But let me remind you that the use of this treasure chest is not unlimited and can only be revived 10 times in a day, that is, you can only die 10 times in this Yellow Springs. Remember that? ”

“Remember. But there are only seven times left to reverse today's time...”

“What! You've been dead three times!” The slaughterhouse, which was supposed to be admonished, was suddenly in shock.

“This time, I found what you wanted, a dead well in the palace, right? Your purpose is to collect the polar sun from that well! I don't know where that dead well came from, but I can tell you clearly, this is not going to work! ”

Ningfan Orthodox.

The polar sun is a good thing, it is an important material for quasi-sancerous eyes, but it must also be fatally collected!

According to the polar sun power that erupted before the dead well, Mo said it was him today, his magic surged ten times, a hundred times! If you are attacked by that dead well once, you will surely die!

Even if time can be reversed seven times, seventy times, 700 times, Ningfan does not think he has that skill, and collects the terror polar sun in the dead well.

This is not what a fantasy monk can do!

Just as no one in the Northern Immortal Realm can move back to the giant clock, if you can't, you just can't! Not to fix it as insufficient, but not hierarchical enough!

The attack power of the dead well has definitely reached the third step!

If the goal of the slaughterhouse is truly to collect the sun in the well, I would rather say sorry to the slaughterhouse than help the slaughterhouse.

It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's that he can't really do it... the non-saint must die touching this well, which is the answer that Fan gets at the cost of a single death!