Grasping Evil

At the foot, it's an endless continent of red earth.

Ears, dead silent without a sound.

The sky, a vast sky formed by the glow of countless star dots.

The body of the Ningfan Numen has rushed into this strange place for three days, and this strange place is the oral world of that giant human head.

His body, bound by golden hoops, could not move and remained outside.

His Numen, alone, rushed into this strange land to bring it back from here, to the slaughterhouse, or to the sword ancestors.

On this trip, Ningfan Yuanjin's body carried the Shield of Extinction, the storage bag, but did not wear the Yin Yang lock, but locked the Yin Yang inside the flesh and body Dantian.

He wondered whether the trip would bring back the slaughterhouse, whether it would succeed, whether it would survive or whether he would see the heavens and the earth again. If the trip fails, if he dies here, he cannot have countless furnaces buried with him in nothingness.

At the moment of entering this strange place, he managed to slightly suppress slavery and other forbidden life and death, so that he would die and not cause death and injury to the funeral moon, the old eight and others...

Yes, he broke into this strange place with the awareness of death. Because of this strange place, it gives him a sense of crisis, making him not even sure that one in a hundred million lives...

Getting in here is definitely the most insincere decision he's ever made in his life.

But even if there was only a small amount of certainty, he would try it and never want to see the slaughterhouse disappear before his eyes.

Though the slaughterhouse has had a good time with him, the matter is not his reason for slaughtering the emperor insanely beyond his control. In fact, even if it were just an ordinary furnace that had suffered so much, it would definitely do anything to save it, even with the stubbornness of Ningfan. It turned out the same, but if she was just an ordinary woman, she wouldn't have such a crazy mood to burn in her chest.

I don't understand, I don't understand...

At this moment, Ning Fan doesn't understand his heart. He is surrounded by a myriad of reddish faces. If he talks about the deepest emotions, he must count his first woman - the paper crane.

It's not that other women are bad, it's just that his feelings with the paper crane, met at the end of the micro end, caused by poverty, is also the first relationship in his life, most cherished, so there are kinds of other people who can't compare the weight.

Mu Weiliang, Xu Qiuling, Luo Yi... the woman who makes him see life, there are many more. He is not a good man, not even a good man...

However, for the first time in his life, Ningfan discovered that there was actually a woman in the world, in his sense, different from other women.

That difference, which had nothing to do with feelings, was far from being the heaviest of all the women.

It is an indescribable feeling that the slaughterer brought him.

It's a never-ending closeness, it's a heartfelt gratitude, it's an endless round of indebtedness that cannot be repaid...

Yes, it's a debt...

Until this moment, it was only slightly clear to Ningfan what the reason was the most special feeling that the slaughterhouse gave him.

The slaughterhouse must not be his most affectionate man.

But mostly… the woman he owed the most in his previous life!

“I have a feeling that my past life, I owe her, and I owe her a lot, so much, that even though I have been reincarnated for countless rounds, deep in my soul, it is still difficult to forgive this matter...”

“When I saw the remains of the sword's ancestors dissipate in front of me, I couldn't stop it. I felt like a dead heart. This time, I saw the slaughterhouse dissipate, and I hated not being able to subvert the whole heavens and the earth... This crazy idea seemed to be born in my heart, but maybe, not... maybe, that was the life I flew out of the butterfly home, the insanity that kept deep in my soul...”

“The slaughterhouse is the sword ancestor. Sword Joe, she died countless years ago. The love of the sword ancestors, which constitutes the slaughter of the King's body, is the last mark of the sword ancestors' presence in the world...”

“What is that light point that was swallowed up by the giant head... to stop my mysterious saint from saying that I was interfering with the return of the sword ancestral system, Taoism, what is it...”

Ningfan Yuan God held the Shield of Extinction and flew on the Dark Red Continent. He dared not fly too high, only to touch the stars in the sky.

The stars of this strange land have an unpredictable power every moment. He accidentally approached them once before. As a result, at a certain moment, the stars cut out a destructive light, and even the S.H.I.E.L.D. was cut into a hole. Its former gods, even more so, were penetrated by the starlight, causing serious injury to the degree of death...

Even the indiscriminate use of minds here is bound to trigger a mysterious star attack.

Later, Ningfan took a large amount of Dan medicine before pressing the wound, but only barely pressed it, which could not make any recovery. The wound position, seemingly torn apart by a force he could not understand, could not be brought together. That force was the first time Ningfan had seen it.

Later, he searched here blindly for three days, because he could not spread his mind widely, and he could not find the light point where the slaughterhouse scattered into heaven and earth...

The landscape of the earth and the heavens and the earth changed rapidly. From the moment he entered, he could never find a way back.

Fourth day.

Ningfan still hasn't found the slaughterhouse.

His Numen's blood began to evaporate in this strange place, with pain coming from every moment.

Fifth day.

His Numen have shrunk a large circle, only half their original size, the breath is extremely depressing but stubborn, still searching here.

Sixth day.

Ningfan Yuanjin finally failed, fainted on the ground, and the shield and storage bag fell on the red earth.

7th, 8th, 9th…

Ningfan never woke up again.

His Numen's blood, thoroughly dried, narrowed to its limits, eventually turned into a vaporized gas, dissipated in this strange land, into nothingness.

“Nine days and you're dead? If it doesn't last enough for 22 days, the old man wants to help you, and he can't help you. After all, your fantasy world is too far away from the old man, too far away... the old man wants to miss the Second World, it takes time...” In the endless starry sky, Xavisheng sighs with regret, the voice seems to come from a very distant place, the dead Ningfan, naturally can't hear.

Tenth.

Eleventh.

Originally lying quietly in a storage bag, a moonlight suddenly emerged.

At this moment of moonlight appearance, the power of time in the surrounding space, strangely backflow!

“Bingo Boromi...”

It's a trick for Ningfan to pre-arrange in the storage bag, delayed effect!

In the backward flow of time, Ningfan Meteor God actually recovered and remodeled a little bit.

Eventually, Ningfan, who had already died on the ninth day, was resurrected on the eleventh day!

“It's risky, if I hadn't called out the Moonlight Box's real name before I attacked the Holy Mountain, I'd probably be dead in this strange place by now.” Ningfan's heart had palpitations, and his consternation of this strange place rose to unprecedented proportions.

With a small hand gesture, he ingested the storage bag and the God Shield on the ground and tied the small shield to his chest, like a slightly raised chest; the storage bag was on his back.

Removing the Moonlight box from the storage bag again, the details revealed the will of the saint in the box, because he was resurrected and used up a quarter!

That is, the will of the remaining saints is enough for him to die here three times...

The so-called Moonlight Box is actually the real name of the Pork Face Box. When Ningfan awakened the gift of communicating with all things, he heard this real name from the treasure box.

It's amazing, too.

Before you know your real name, the Moonlight Box was extremely cumbersome to use, and you had to set a mark for a certain area before you could use it.

When Ningfan learned the real name of the Moonlight Box, using the Moonlight Box, he actually had the strange feeling that the human box merged into one. When reused, even without prior marking, it can be used anytime, anywhere, without restrictions on the number of uses, cooling time, etc.

Since then, Moonlight Box has had two very different uses: normal markup and real name state non-markup.

There are three additional precautions when using non-markers.

First, you can only let Fan, the owner of the treasure box, rewind your time alone, and not change the time of everyone or things around you, as you would when the marker is used. This means that those who die may be resurrected against the flow of untagged time, but others cannot, and only prior marking is possible.

Second, the use of non-markers is extremely expensive for the will of saints in the Moonlight Box and is several times more expensive than the use of markers. If the level of attack causing the death is too high, it consumes more...

Thirdly, there will be a certain delay in time for the unmarked resurrection, either one or two hours, or one or two days, depending on the surrounding environment, the cause of death, and the resurrection delay is not fixed.

This is also why Ningfan delayed two days before being revived by Moonlight Box.

“Oh? The moonlight treasure box of the" Too Yin Holy Sect "is resurrected? I thought you were dead here, but I underestimated you.” Célestine's voice came with a hint of surprise, echoing back to heaven and earth.

Ningfan Yuanjin smiled and retrieved the Moonlight treasure box to the storage bag. Mindfulness and caution spread out here. Because the coverage of the mindfulness is too shallow, naturally the speaker's hiding place cannot be found.

“Close your mind and don't let go of your body!” It was a bona fide reminder from Saint Vincent.

Ning Fanton was surprised.

Listening to the voice, the person who mentioned him at this moment was clearly the mysterious saint who had prevented him from slaughtering the Emperor's soul by pulling him away from the spiritual wheel.

Why should this person kindly remind him...

Is that really a good intent, or is there another plot...

In the face of a mysterious saint of unknown origins, it is natural that Ningfan has gone through so much calculation that there is great caution.

Mindfulness returned to vigilance, and he still acted according to his word, closing his mind around the ten figures, and did not continue to search the mysterious saint's hiding place extensively. After all, it's not a good place to spread his mind, and he can see some things.

“This is the [underworld], the supreme being of all who have passed through the heavens and the earth, the place to return to after death. Each star is a post-mortem transformation of the most powerful of the saints, and even here, there are some stars, which are the fourth step of the Immortal Emperor. Don't go near the stars. Although you have one of the ancient kingdom's S.H.I.E.L.D. shards, in front of those stars, you are still just a tiny ant. You need to be in awe. ”

Underground?

It was the first time Ning Fan had heard the term, and he felt compelled to move inside.

“Here, one cannot tell others one's own name, otherwise it is the strongest of the saints, nor can one leave, and will be trapped forever by the walls of the underworld; if one wants to find anyone, one cannot call out that name, otherwise one who wants to find will never find, remember, remember… name, is something that transcends truth and illusion, and is fundamental to the existence of a monk in the eyes of the underworld. You may not understand, but you cannot disobey.” Cévesant continued.

Can't you just call your name here?

Rather than question the veracity of the Sacred Word of Xavier, after all, it seems unnecessary for the other party to deceive him.

Even more fortunate, he searched all the way for the slaughterhouse in the underworld, never speaking a word, not shouting. If you accidentally shout out the names of the slaughterer and sword ancestors, that's the real trouble...

“Thanks for bringing it up.” Even though I was still vigilant, I thanked him towards the endless stars.

“You don't have to thank me, I'm not helping you, it's just my own cause and effect. The landscape of the underworld, all that is seen is false, and if it is not holy, walking in the underworld will never find its end. I can't give you directions because the underworld is different in everyone's eyes... but I can give you some pointers, the heavenly and earth pattern of the underworld, the digital pattern, is nine...”

Nine decimal?

Ning Fan was surprised, then Yuan Gon's little face got serious, his eyes flashed, and he went to see the heavens and the earth in a nine-decimal calculation, which suddenly changed.

Secret, silent provocation.

Ningfan did not have to go on reminding Weisheng to approve one direction, left to right, all the way.

Twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth... twentieth!

Ningfan Yuanjin did not give up and fell again. On the 22nd day, he was resurrected for the second time against the Moonlight Treasure Box.

“The will of the remaining saints is enough for me to be here, resurrected twice... this place is too high, resurrected with the Moonlight Box, too much loss...”

Ningfan's heart was extremely heavy and he continued to move forward.

On the twenty-fifth day, the endless underworld ahead suddenly developed a strange fragrance into Ningfan's nose.

That fragrance also didn't know what it was emitting, only one sniff, preferred the original weak shrinking Yuan Gods, actually directly restored to normal size, full of breath, no more weakness!

The more he struck, the more he rushed forward, the stronger the scent.

On the 28th day, before his eyes, a visionary ancient tree, full of infant fruit, appeared.

The lights of countless star dots gather into a firefly, parasitic on 10,000 ancient trees.

Beneath the ancient tree, he turned his back and stood with a saint in his robe, not an entity, but an illusion of the power of the Numen. When Ningfan arrived, the saint turned around with a few accidents.

“Wonderful, my husband only mentioned you a little, you came here with a great understanding. In terms of blood qualifications, you may be among the worst of the world's monks, but in terms of means, you are the best of the ancient Immortals, and few can do this...”

“Seniors Ning... seniors, have seen seniors. Thank you for pointing the finger.” Ningfan's face could not hide his excitement. After coming to the ancient tree, he could clearly feel that one of the countless parasitic fireflies on the ancient tree had the same breath as the slaughterer and sword Zurei!

Finally... found it!

Because he was so excited, he forgot to mention his real name. Good thing we noticed it in time and stopped talking, otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable.

Chevi Saint praised Ning Fan and said nothing more. In his view, Ningfan, though a leader in the ranks of the ancient Immortals, was nothing more than that. Although there was praise, it was far from shocking.

After all, the real world seems to prefer this level of ancient immortality, like the stars...

“I've heard of you, butterfly. In that year, Zishan Douhai himself came out and asked the people of the Holy Sect to give a group of Zidou Immortals a chance to re-enter the circle. In fact, there was an unsuccessful Fan Butterfly, and the whole three worlds were shocked. It is further speculated that the ancient Ten Spirits of the Purple Door Immortal Domain are not the backhand of the adult, and you and the Purple Door Immortals are the ones who repaired it. But then none of you stepped out of your dream circle and returned to the real world. Everyone realized after this, they overestimated this group of Zidou Xianxiu who entered the dream world...”

He is not interested in these secrets.

“Do you know how reckless you are, taking the second step to fix it, breaking into the underworld, huh... you have the ancient kingdom extinction shield shards in your hand, but you fix it too weak, it is a necessarily dead end, if your husband does not intervene in this matter, you will definitely scatter your soul in the underworld. That woman, is it important that you find her back?” Seville St. sighed.

“I don't know if she matters to me, coming to her is an instinct, a repayment.” Ningfan said calmly.

That kind of calm, just because he owed too much to Sword Joe in his previous life, if he really couldn't save her, there would be an instinct for him to willingly bury in this infinite earth with Sword Joe as a martyr.

“Payback? How are you going to repay her and get her soul out of here? ”

“Yes.”

“As you know, she died to protect you from reincarnation, and today she is returned to the Path of the Underworld, which contains very little soul. If the soul power of an entire soul is one million units, the soul absorbed today is less than ten units. And even the souls of the ten units, the underworld will not allow you to take them all away. Even if an old husband is hiding the sea for you, at most, he can only take one in ten units and one in a thousand souls... so few souls are nearly useless. And to take away these numbers of souls, you have to pay the price, but possibly, it's your life...”

Ningfan seemed to have not heard what Cevesan was saying, still calm, looking at one of the countless fireflies of the ancient tree.

“The souls you can take away, too few and more importantly, you can't take away a thing. What do you want with so few souls? Bring her back to life? Don't say that you only built the first round of the five-spirit wheel, which is the fourth round of training to the legend, and you can't do this, because her soul is long gone. ”

“…” prefers silence.

If he takes the soul of the slaughterhouse today, he will not be able to bring it back to life.

But if he doesn't try, he won't like it.

“I'm not saying this to stop you, I'm just trying to prepare you. As a saint, I can see all the destiny of the Second Step Brother, you and her destiny, and there is no intersection, unless you are stronger than destiny. ”

“…" is still silent.

Ze Weisheng looked deeply at Ning Fan and seemed to reacquaint with Ning Fan, praising him, "What a determined little guy. Can't you shake your husband for a moment? ”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do next? ”

“Try to take the fireflies from her soul! ”

“Take the whole thing? I said, you can only take a thousandth of a thousand... You are too stubborn. Anyway, your treasure box is strong enough to revive you twice, and you will not turn back until you realize the difficulty of this matter. ”

Zevi Saint Sighs has just fallen, preferably turned into a shadow, rushed out toward the ancient tree, shaped, vacated, wanting to consume the fireflies of the butcher's soul into his hands.

At this point, the whole ancient tree suddenly had a vast aura!

Then the whole of the underworld earth, in the eyes of Ningfan, appeared a fantastic scene, over the infinite dark red continent, began to appear palm prints, then turned into an infinite huge palm, gripping, countless ways beyond Ningfan's understanding were branded, appeared in the heavens and the earth!

Ningfan only felt dark in front of him, and before touching the firefly, he was massively held in the palm of his hand by the whole underworld!

That was a blow beyond step three!

That was a blow beyond most of the fourth step of the Immortal King!

Kill Ningfan... like an ant!

After one blow, the whole of the underworld recovered as it had been in the beginning. Cévesant and the ancient trees were still in place, as if they had never moved before. It was like the entire continent had been handled by hand. It was just a hallucination. It did not affect these beings at all, but only attacked Ningfan.

On the thirtieth day, Fan was resurrected in the moonlight.

The will of the remaining treasure chest is sufficient for him to be resurrected here for the last time...

Ningfan Yuanjin's face looked so ugly, he didn't want to admit it, but had to admit, today he simply took away all the ruins of the slaughterhouse that had been inhaled here before.

No, he can't even take a thousandth...

“After the saints, there are three great boundaries: Saint, Nissan, and Sacred Abode. I am a desolate man and a leader in desolation, but I am the one who has done everything in my power to help you take away a little bit of the wreckage. And after this, I will be heavily blamed... As for you, I can't do this at all. This is not something that can be solved with courage and willingness, I hope you can recognize the reality.” Seville sighed.

“... will this still involve seniors? Senior, why are you helping me?” The color of the gods is complicated. If he takes away a very small amount of the Emperor's soul, he needs to use the power of Kevi Saint, and if the matter may be punished by Kevi Saint, he will have to consider the position of Kevi Saint.

He can abandon his life for the sake of slaughtering the king, but he doesn't want to get involved in the cause and effect of others.

“My husband said, not to help you, but to end my own cause and effect. It was a trade-off I made to come to the fourth step of the Japanese shock. Like me, it's hard to help others for compassion, appreciation, everything is profit, everything is just profit, you don't owe me anything, you don't have to feel indebted. Of course, don't expect my husband to make more sacrifices for you...”

“The seniors understand what it means. So, what do the younger generation have to do to take away a bit of her soul? ”

“Next, my husband will fight the whole Underworld with the power of the Numen, you protect me! Don't be afraid to get hurt. Any second step in the odorous range of the Underground Divine Tree is instantly healing enough! You can fight to the death! ”

Speaking of this, Zevi's expression became heavy, his fingers flickered and instantly pinched thousands of fingers. Time, the whole underworld, the mountains shake, and there are millions of ancient phantoms, flowing out from beneath the underworld, worn by all, all ancient crowns! A vast atmosphere, at least the second step to cultivation, is the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor, there are hundreds of them, not least of which is the quasi-sanctifical and ancient overhaul!

“Beware, the first Middle-earth phantoms, after the return of the Taoist saints, their disciples were buried here, immortal! My husband has to fight the Pluto here, he can't be distracted, these Mirage of the Underworld, you deal with it! Remember not to let these phantoms get close to the husband and influence him! Otherwise, I can only say I'm sorry, I can't help you to take away a little soul, I have to go quickly! ”