Grasping Evil

Seeing everyone was settled by the ancient sword, the blood shouted loudly, confidence soared, the inner shadow of Ningfan punching wounded, swept away.

The sword of the ancient sword was engraved with a blue octopus pattern, wrinkled and undulating, like a burst of bark, immortal. The giant sword waving room, the mysterious shadow of the ancient building of immortality, appeared in the stars, those ancient shadows of immortality, through the power, can not help but want to worship, weird.

Much of the killing palace old monster who recognized the sword, his face changed dramatically, and he lost his voice, “This sword is actually made of the ruins of the ancient heavenly garden on the fifth floor of twelve! It contains the true power of the fairy spirit, I fear it is much more powerful than ordinary congenital magic treasures! ”

Blood sword sword waved, huge sword strength seemed like white dragon rush out, brilliant sword light can not open eyes. The sword came too fast, as if it had just split to the end of the sky in an instant, forcing it to fall.

The eyes of countless people, focused on the ancient sword, were shocked by the Gestavius of this sword. The long blood cultivation, beneficial pressure on the Fairy King of the Sea, is the best of the Quasi-Emperor. At this moment, using the innate sword to strike, almost no less than the Fairy Emperor strikes too many times!

Nobody thinks that Ning Fan can stop this sword from striking, it is the Fairy King of the Underworld. The surface of the underwater sea is as heavy as iron, like a great enemy, trying to help Ningfan from the side, but Ningfan raised his hand behind him.

“The Elder quickly went to calm down the rebellion in the palace in case the apprentice lost too much money, this man, leave it to me! ”

Ningfan's tone, there is a common wind wave of acceptability. For ordinary Eastern monks, the Quasi-Emperor is already supreme, but to him, the Quasi-Emperor is no longer a great enemy.

At the same time as the opening, prefer the other hand to sacrifice one side to the heavens black. Once it appeared, the surrounding demonic wind made a big scene. As for the demonic wind, the wind swept in the demonic wind for a long time, turning it into infinity. The blood was strenuously and painstakingly emitted to chop a lid, covered a complete one, and wrapped one by one, and the chopping was directly wrapped in the bag, completely sealed, unable to disclose any points.

This object, which is the rarely used Black Bear ancestor of Ningfan, is taken from the hand of the Great Emperor of Heaven. It is a defensive treasure that can be worn as a protective armor on the body, and can also be used as a treasure offering to house heaven and earth.

Countless people were stunned and shocked by Ningfan's understatement, which blocked the bloody sky!

“This child also has the hand of a congenital magician! And the next blow in the air didn't seem to take much effort! ”

The Immortal King of the Underworld was astonished, and then his face took over, he had guilt, he had a sigh, and his face was incredibly complicated.

Having seen the power of Ningfan, the Mediterranean Sea knows very well that at this time, only Ningfan can really fight with the blood of the long sky on his side... Only the Emperor can guard the slaughter hall and protect the descendants of Beidou!

“In that case, Lao Shaoteng dragged this man for a moment, waiting for his men to kill the rest of the rebels, and then helped Shaoteng to kill the traitor's blood and hated the Lord Snow! ”

“Well, go ahead, kill all the rebel traitors, the Numen stay, I want blood to sacrifice these traitors! ”

“Yes!”

The subordinates claim to represent the true recognition of the Immortal King of the Underworld for the identity of Ningfan Eight Generations of Emperors.

It was only a few years ago, the little guy who was still in the first step, is now the only hope of killing the temple...

During the conversation, Ningfan was still not slow enough to cope with a blow from the sky. On the surface, it is extremely easy for him to deal with the bloody sky, but in fact, every time he resists the bloody sky, he needs to lose a lot of power. Forcing each other to slash is not easy. Dodging knockouts is easy and saves more power, but if he only cares about his own hiding, letting that knockout sweep the Quartet, killing and wounding, and killing other Temple disciples, many will be slaughtered by the rest of the waves.

At this moment, he collected the ghost, collected the cloud of the immortal, only white clothes floating in the stars, his face like the everlasting brown ice.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is temporarily unavailable, so it's not easy to kill a quasi-emperor...

With Ning Fan's gaze, the starry sky suddenly rained down.

Rain water falls into the star road, preferring to tread on the rain road, step by step towards the blood sky, every step through unimaginable bravery and magic!

The blood inside the sky can not help but dance more, the physical instincts of Ningfan has become uneasy about the approaching, the giant sword waves faster, one sword with one sword in the direction of Ningfan chopped out, all the chopping is blocked by the Bear Joe.

What upsets him is that Ningfan also possesses the innate magic treasure, but the light cat understates the ancient sword that blocks him from chopping; and one thing is that Ningfan's bravery is so heavy that he almost sees it all in his life!

You know, even the infamous generations of the Immortal Emperor do not necessarily have this level of bravery. To make Sha Qi so strong, it is not enough to accumulate the number of killings, you must kill the Supreme Person at the Immortal Emperor level!

[Six robberies, I've killed!

Blood suddenly remembers Ningfan's words, a spirit inside!

This sentence, before the blood sky, was only a joke, not at all on my mind, but at this moment, hidden attention!

Physical instincts tell him that Ningfan is most likely a dangerous figure of comparable immortality. Perhaps… it is unknown that he must have killed the Immortal Emperor. Otherwise, how could he be cold in the face of Ningfan's brazen teeth!

However, reason told him that Ningfan was only a Magic Immortal, killing the Immortal Emperor was bullshit! What is the Immortal Emperor? The Immortal Emperor is the peak of the last era! It's a lifelong pursuit of immortality in the second step! It's an unreachable dream!

How can the Immortal King kill the Immortal Emperor? Bullshit!

Yes, yes! This brazenness must have been forged by extremely subtle means! That must be it!

“What a cunning boy! You think my husband will believe me because I'm faking a bluff and pretending to make a gesture? I'm afraid of you! I just didn't expect that you also have a congenital treasure. No wonder the flames are in your hands, but you can't be underestimated. Unfortunately, you don't know, but at the same time, the innate Pingfa Bao also has strong and weak points. Your Fa Bao can stop me from chopping, but if I unfold the true power of this sword, it will be easy to kill you! Did you know... I wait for my ancestors to have a common name, called the Immortal Spirit! ”

The blood long sky laughed, used the type of sword handed down by the head of the evil clan, the power of the fairy spirit contained in the ancient sword, a little excitement, the whole person in the fairy qi, like an ancient superior fairy, the majesty cannot be forced to look.

[First there are spirits and then there are immortals, and Immortal Road spreads incense and fire.

This is a phrase recorded in the top-secret file of the Harm Nation. The specific meaning is that the blood does not understand the sky. He only knows implicitly that there is a power in the world, called [Power of the Immortal Spirit]. It is the ultimate power that the ancient Immortal Spirit can possess. It is a power that the Brothers cannot master. It is more difficult to understand than the power of heaven and earth and the power of the avenue.

But seeing the ancient sword emit countless immortal qi, the immortal qi shook down, the starry rain brought by Ningfan was all as still, not rising.

The giant sword then pointed at Ningfan, hundreds of millions of millions of millions of millions of millions of millions of lights flew out of the sword, a small, cow-like sword shadow condensed by the power of the legendary Immortal Spirit!

Hundreds of millions of millions of millions of millions of swords sprinkled like rain pears, sweeping through the stars and bursting into the sky with a thundering sound of a thousand birds.

Some of the disciples of the Killing Palace could not escape. They were slashed by a few Immortal Swords. The whole person died of petrification. The death phase was extremely strange. It was as if they were all consumed by the Immortal Sword with blood.

Ning Fan glanced and tried to take these fairy swords with the bears, but took only 30%, and the remaining 70% swept away the defense, which could not be stopped.

Ningfan looked heavy and sacrificed an old puffin fan. He prompted, fanning hundreds of times toward the storm sword needle. Another 30% of the blade needles were burned into flying ash by the flames, but still more than 40% remained undiminished, rushing into his thousand feet, giving him a hint of crisis.

At this moment, he has not repaired the S.H.I.E.L.D., and if these needles are present, there will be more or less damage. Of course, it's not fatal. After all, the spiritual scrap is strong, but it's there, and he always felt that the power of the spiritual swords of these spirits is somewhat like the power of the spiritual spirits that spray thinly in his body, and is somewhat like, rather than...

“What a powerful ancient sword, even with two congenital magic treasures, can't stop it... but what if it's three congenital magic treasures! ”

In the bloody daylight of the ghost, Ningfan sacrificed the third congenital treasure - the thunder mirror!

This treasure, one of the most powerful of Ningfan's many innate Pingfa treasures, under this mirror, the remaining 40% of the Immortal Spirit sword, all smashed by lightning, the offense completely dissipated.

Ningfan's fingertips changed again, there was another bowl of thick thunder, cut out of the mirror, instantly split to the three feet of the heavenly spirit of the long blood sky!

Blood shocked, instinctively using the ancient sword to stop, although blocking most of the thunder force, was still split into ghosts, revealing the truth, an old man with a crane hair and a child's face. The hairpin was also split apart, and the beard appeared to be scattered, quite a bit of a wolf, and the look was even more gloomy.

“This child has three congenital magic treasures, and finally this ancient realm does not seem weaker than the ancient sword... how can there be so many magic treasures! I would never believe it if it were a gift from the ancients. ”

Not only does one man know the blood, but no one in the world knows it. Ancient times have left only an illusion to prolong his asthma. None of the treasures of his life have remained with him. How can he give Ning Fan!

But if it is said that these magic treasures are gathered by one's own power, no one will give them to them, and the blood will never believe them!

“There are three things I was born to do, and I want to kill him. It's not easy. In that case, I don't have to do it anymore! ”

The bloody sky suddenly opened its mouth and a golden light flew out of the body, a golden nematode.

The nematode was parasitized in his body and repaired his life. It was severely broken. Not only he, but the vast majority of the culprits of the culprit tribe, would have worms in their bodies, most of them with different insect products.

This golden nematode has a wormhead on both sides, a female and a male. Once it shows up, it suddenly winds and grows long. It turns into a giant monster tray like a mountain. The mouthpiece is sucker-shaped, and even the avenue can be sucked into the belly. It is fixed as a Vancouver Five, but the nematode is weird, giving Ningfan a more difficult feeling to deal with than the average Five Immortal King.

“If one can't beat me, please help me...” he said with no expression.

Blood long old face blush, shame, he repaired more than Ningfan, Ningfan actually need help, it is a bit embarrassing indeed. Shame on you once, shame on you ten times. Now that you have summoned the nematode in your body, it doesn't matter if you summon other worms!

Whatever happens today, kill Ningfan and make a plan!

Hundreds of parasites, seemingly parasites, are his preference. These parasites are at least shredded and cultivated. There are more than a dozen pieces of immortal honor cultivated, and two more pieces of immortal king cultivated.

All the parasites attacked Ningfan with a single blast of blood, while he himself once again inspired the power of the ancient sword, cutting hundreds of millions of immortal swords into Ningfan.

With a pack of storage bags and several more pieces flying out, he couldn't get half a crack on his face and was at the center of the siege of hundreds of parasites without fear.

Previously, when confrontation was incomparable, the strategy chosen was to use S.H.I.E.L.D. to expand defenses, innate defeat, and then win.

Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. is damaged, he has changed his strategy, relying directly on so many innate magic treasures to launch a fierce offensive!

Don't say that the parasite released by the long blood sky, cultivation to the highest is only five robberies of the Immortal King, even if he invited four or five parasites of the Emperor Zhuan, Ningfan also has the confidence to kill here by virtue of a fierce offensive!

But once the thunder mirror lights up, hundreds of millions of immortal swords are crumbled by the thunder, one does not fall. The hallmark of this mirror is that all things seen are attacked only in rows, and naturally there can be no omissions!

Together, the five poisonous tobacco smokes, one large parasite after another, turn into pus in the poisonous tobacco.

Furnace fans burning around, Five Thunder Bomb Shield who dies.

A bundle of prison thunder ropes, repaired to the highest of the Five Kings of Immortals nematode, has been tied to death and then bombarded into slag by the Five Thunder Blasting Shield.

The Black Bear ancestors wrapped countless parasites in a large package, shaking again, and countless insect bones, worm ashes shake, and die.

Blood sprays out of the sky, unable to believe the scene in front of you!

Ningfan completely suppressed his ancient sword with only one mirror, and with more congenital magic treasures, the thunderous speed killed all the parasites he had painstakingly cultivated for years!

To feed those parasites like this, you need to fix your life! Death to the Lord! Death to the Lord!

Whenever a parasite is exterminated, he will be injured by the contact of the mind. The higher the parasite falls, the greater the involvement!

With more than a dozen breaths, Ningfan killed all his parasites. The cost of insect death is that the blood in the long sky has been seriously injured due to rephagocytosis. The cost is irrelevant!

How is that possible? How is that possible?

Ningfan breathed more than a dozen breaths and killed all his spiritual worms!

Ningfan used six congenital treasures at the same time!

Dear Immortal, how dare you! It can't be. It can't be!

You know, the proudest thing about blood is that he has a congenital treasure before he really steps into the Immortal Emperor!

Strong as evil, no one is eligible for the Innate Pharaoh. He is not the only Emperor of the Harm Nation. He is only the 19th Emperor, not to mention the Immortal Emperor. He would not have been entitled to give the Innate Fa Bao within the Nation.

Consequently, he abandoned his privileged life and risked his life to succeed in the task, lurking in the slaughter hall to sabotage it.

So he was given the ancient sword!

In the presence of countless people, the chief personally promised that if his blood vacuum could accomplish his task and secretly take away the sword of the Holy Heaven, he would be promoted from the 19th Emperor to the 4th Emperor on the day of his return, and he would be rewarded with a second innate magic treasure!

In the last era resources are limited, where there are so many materials to cast congenital treasures, the Immortal Emperor rarely holds two congenital treasures!

Two congenital magic treasures, for him it is only a distant dream, but how can there be six congenital magic treasures?

In this matter, his pride as the emperor of the evil tribe was shaken by a slight feeling of imbalance, and the feeling of superiority was completely absent.

For moments of bloody distraction, it is naturally impossible for anyone to let go.

“You, distract. ”

Ningfan's voice, along the rain road in the starry sky, all the way into the bloody ears.

But Ning Fan's figure, sometime, disappeared from the stars completely, less than half a dot.

Blood in the sky jumped, horrified to discover that the stars surrounding this moment are silent, unable to find not only Ning Fan's figure, but also the figure of any of the surrounding disciples!

The sky is shaky, you can't see a man, you can't see a star, you can't even see the star that killed the star!

The lonely starry sky, he was the only one left, and his body, somehow, melted into pus blood a little bit, revealed a rotten smell...

“No! It's illusion! Solve!”

His eyes recovered and the illusion landscape disappeared. He remained on the battlefield of the stars.

The only difference is that around the body, it's being tied to a tiny bit of jail thunder rope.

Magic starts to seal, wants to struggle, can't get away at all...

Later, the horrible smoke of five poisons and twenty-four hammers blew in.

The thunderstorm of the Five Thunder Blast Shield struck out of the shield.

The thunder of the thunder mirror struck out.

Hot fumes blow in.

A type of congenital attack that hits an undefended long body of blood, increasing the wounds of the long air.

Even if the blood is not proficient in refining the body, the flesh is certainly not weak. Unfortunately, many congenital magic treasures strike together. Naturally, he cannot bear it. Soon he will have a degree of dying injury, the breath is dying, only the remaining air, no intake.

All the Murder Hall disciples are silent!

No one would have expected that the battle between Fan and Blood would be such a one-sided situation! Ning Fan... too strong, there are six congenital Fabo hands! Not the Immortal Emperor, not even Ningfan's opponent! You can only be beaten to death by Ningfan!

“I don't like it, I don't... do it! You're just fighting... Faberto! If it's a fair fight, you're not... my opponent!” Blood-long air, like silk, still bites the teeth unwillingly, without any begging for forgiveness, only laughs coldly, but also has a bit of hardness.

Unfortunately, the enemy is the enemy, harder and harder to spare.

“Dauben is unequal, fair in your mouth, never was, never will be. ”

The red flashed, and Fan appeared in front of the bloody sky, stopping all congenital attacks. Hands are stamped in a slippery fashion, shaped in a way that captures heaven and seals and imprisons the dying flesh of the heavenly spirits, blasts its dying flesh into countless blood mists, and bleeds out of the mist of the blood of the dead gods, not in a hurry to kill.

Ningfan's intention is to bring all the rebellious Numen to the Blood Festival before killing the Emperor's grave.

When this battle was won, he took in all the innate magic treasures. His eyes swept away and he found other traitors around him. He had already been killed by the Fairy King of the Underworld and others.

There are no more fights in the stars, only chaotic and intertwined ways, talking about the rebellion that was experienced before here... only the funeral sounds that were heard by Ning Fan, talking about the quiet passing of the killing emperor...

Everywhere you look, all the disciples of the slaughter palace have either revealed their fanaticism or dared not look directly at Ningfan with awe. Of course, there are many people with mixed sadness and complex faces!

The matter of Ningfan as the Emperor has spread, spread!

They lost seven generations of killing emperors, which is sad.

They got eight generations of young emperors, that's hi.

Generations passed away, generations arrived, their eight generations of emperors, famous, powerful, following this man, can try to fight for a future for the Killing Palace!

“Master, Xiao Ha Likung, look, this is Xiao Ha's traitor Yuanjin, there are three!” It's the daisy smile of Wu Lao Ba Dong Bao.

“The little four Numen have been captured! Hey, hey, hey!” It is Zhu Er who is inviting kung fu compared to Wu Lao Ba.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” The Raven Dog also spit out two unconscious Numen from his stomach, dedicated to Ning Fan.

The other traitors were basically killed directly, and those who captured the Numen, that's all.

Wu Lao Ba, Zhu Er, Raven Dog, because of the prayer, in Ningfan was inconsistent with the previous words, twisted, very funny scene, but Ningfan could not laugh.

He ignored the three finest things. He sighed and put away the Yuan Gods captured by the three servants. He flew silently to the king of the underworld sea fairies. "I want to go to the Beidou Blood Realm, open the Blood Realm...”

“Yes.”

It was King Mercy and all the surviving Brothers of the Slaughter Palace who answered with great respect.

…

So what?

Guard the slaughter hall. So what?

Kill the Emperor, or die.

When Ningfan reopened the Beidou Blood Realm, he entered its inner star palace. He had to accept that reality when he found the skull-less body of the Killer Emperor.

It was a dead, undefeated corpse whose head had been cut off alive, and the Numen had exhausted their residual power and died in their bodies. If the survival of the Emperor is not too little, even rebel darkness, such as blood sky, will surely not fall.

Surrounded by ancient puppets that perished with the killing emperor, killing the emperor would also not retain them.

Killing Emperor Ben is not many days... hero late, Xiao Xiao Xiao harm, how sad.

Precisely because of the reluctance to kill the Emperor's few remaining livelihoods, to date, Ningfan has not used up the Emperor's Jade Jane. What was feared at first was to destroy the Emperor's few livelihoods, and I am afraid that he will not have the chance to use them again.

“Senior, I'm back...”

“You gave me 2,000 years to grow up, but now it doesn't seem to have much time to slowly take over the slaughter hall. ”

“But at one point, the late generations can't figure it out, you once said that the day you die, when the enemy invades, you should have been dead for a long time, if not for this late generation's insistence on reopening the blood battle to heal you, your old man's meteor, afraid or hidden... I don't understand why, after your meteor, the evil people do not seem to invade immediately, but let the blood sky and other rats continue to lurk and kill the palace, acting in secret... this is why? ”

“The younger generations know that there is actually an extinct sword in the slaughter palace. [Northern dust extinction, holy wilderness slaughter] This is the sword. Blood and sky and others seem to be doing something to this sword. Only if they achieve their purpose will the evil people dare to invade...”

“Or, by 2,000 years old, did you mean more than just your remaining life span, but some sort of deduction related to this sword? ”

Speaking of which, Ning Fan sighed.

He had too many questions in his heart, but unfortunately no Killer had answered for him.

The invasion of the evil people, the existence of the Holy Sword of Heaven, the details of which are unknown even to elders such as the Immortal King of the Pluto.

Perhaps the original intent of this generation is to wait for Ning Fan to grow to a certain level before telling him.

But unfortunately, no one can answer Ningfan's doubts anymore.

“Young lord, the slaughter hall cannot be left without lord for a day. Seven generations have passed. It is up to you to succeed eight generations and take over the presidency. In the past, you need to hide behind people because you have not yet grown. Now that you are invincible under the Immortal Emperor, the Six Thieves Immortal Emperor is afraid to fight. There is nothing wrong with succeeding the Eighth-Generation Killing Emperor, and no one dares to disobey it!” Behind him, the Fairy King of the Underworld knelt on his knees. He would not have knelt on anyone but the Emperor for generations. He deserved such a gift!

In his heart, Ning Fan has long been treated as the next Emperor of Killing!

“Let seven generations enter the earth for peace...” Ning Fan sighed, lifting up the underwater sea, the strong such as the underwater sea knelt to him, out of identity and respect for his young emperor, out of loyalty to the slaughter hall, likewise, out of respect, he would not let the existence of the underwater sea kneel to him.

In the case of the slaughter house, the sense of belonging of Ningfan is actually not high. He and the elderly people who die loyal to the slaughter house are, after all, different.

He acted just to make a promise back then, that's all...

“And after that? ”

“After that, seven generations of deaths were held down and the news was silent. ”

“The people who know about this are afraid they won't be able to hide it..." Is the underwater sea?

“Just let the disciple keep his mouth shut. Even if this eventually comes out, I just don't want too many people to know that the Killer Emperor was murdered by traitors, my name is ruined... I know what you are worried about, you should know the hostility of the scoundrels towards my Killer Hall, right? ”

“My subordinates knew a little about one or two, but they just didn't know that the secret clan that was planning to kill me was the evil clan, and this time they really figured it out..." Zhonghai Khan said.

“Even the wrongdoers did not destroy the slaughter house immediately after the death of seven generations, surely because of fear. Who dares to do what the evil tribe dares not to do? I guess the East Heaven, for the last four days, the forces that want to kill the Holy Heaven's sword will never be more than one of the evil people. At this time, the slaughter hall is still there. For a long time to come, the slaughter hall will still exist... until they decide that the time has come, they will not strike...”

“The Holy Sword... Is it the ancient sealed sword in the blood prison that Young Master is referring to... is this sword so powerful? Does that make the Secret Clan unscrupulous? My subordinates never knew about this!” The Mediterranean Sea is quite astonishing.

“I'm just guessing too. Everything is just guessing...”

“Isn't the Young Master going to succeed the Eighth-Generation Killing Emperor immediately? It is important to know that killing successors to emperors will not be of great benefit...”

“Oh? This is the first time I've heard of the advantages of a successor to the Emperor. Could the Elder give me some specifics? ”

Ning Fan's original intention was to hide the death of the Emperor, pretend to look like him, and withdraw from the slaughter hall.

Because of some conspiracy, the strong like the evil tribe will not dare to attack the slaughter hall in the short term, but one day those people will.

In order to have enough strength to guard the slaughter hall before that day arrives, rather than leaving the slaughter hall, he must leave, he must seek the opportunity, constantly improve to obtain a powerful cultivation against the clan!

For the promise of that year, I preferred to assume the responsibility of guarding the slaughter house. For the false name of the slayer emperor, it was very faint, and for the power of the slayer emperor, it was faint.

If he is still weak, he may value the position of the Killer Emperor, who, after all, as the Killer Emperor, can mobilize the full strength of the Killer Hall to defend himself.

But does he really need to kill his men today to protect himself? I don't need it anymore, I don't need it anymore...

And in Ning Fan's eyes, the name of the Eight-generation Killing Emperor, and the name of the Eight-generation Killing Hall Young Emperor, is no different, it doesn't scare the real master.

It doesn't make much difference. What's the point of succession? If he does not succeed, he will guard the slaughter house and keep his promises.

But if there are other advantages to succeeding the Killer Emperor, prefer to think about succeeding the Killer Emperor.

It also depends on the advantages of the successor killing emperor and whether he can be touched, otherwise he is too lazy to do so.

Minami took out an ancient jade Jane and gave it to Ning Fan with respect.

This jade Jane is passed down from generation to generation to generation, and has passed from generation to generation. Forty-seven generations have passed - the number of life expectancy of elders is far less than killing emperors. Naturally, many more generations are needed.

Ningfan divinely penetrated Jade Jane. At first, it was quite calm, but then there was the unexpected color.

“Successor Killing Emperor is really good for strength improvement, so… I am directly succeeding Eight Generations Killing Emperor, what's the harm! ”

Ningfan's gaze was retrospective and gradually became decisive.

You can't go anywhere. You can go anywhere!

Exclamation of the tragedy of the seventh generation is meaningless. It is his turn to fulfill his promise and reward the seventh generation!

“Therefore, my subordinates hereby order and arrange for the Emperor's Diet. From this date on, I will be faithful to the Lord of Killing and the Blood of Beidou, entrusted with guarding the Blood Realm, and responsible for guarding the Killing Palace. My subordinates prefer to take oaths and show loyalty! As long as the Young Master does not betray the slaughter temple in his life, his people in the Underworld Sea will go to the soup fire for the generations of the Young Master! ”

“Going to the soup for me? Oh, that's not necessary, you just need to guard the slaughter hall, not change your mind, that's enough.” Ningfan laughed.

Deep in the sea, his head dropped and his eyes remembered.

He remembered that January of that year, the same oath as almost Ray today.

That year he was young, just a human teenager, looking for fairies, and on a repair star, he met seven generations of killing emperors, astonishing.

[Taoist! Please take me as your apprentice! I want to do it too! Be a 100-year-old immortal!

[The old man is not a Taoist... the old man asked for it, nor is he a Taoist... and the old man, not an apprentice...] is a seven-generation killer emperor with some silent answer.

[Taoist mayor, you're really not close. Well, as long as you take me as your apprentice, take me to the fairy hunt, Heming the Little, willing to go to the soup fire for the Taoist generations! Is that all right?

[To the soup? Oh, that's funny... but my husband doesn't need you to go to the soup fire on me. Of course, if you can fulfill your promise, the old man will give you a fairy fortune, but the old man will not accept you as an apprentice and kill the foreign apprentice, but it is harsh, you, must personally come to kill the star and stand out from the trial in order to be eligible to become a Killing Temple disciple.

In the joy of laughter, seven generations of killing emperors drove away with a long rainbow, leaving only a teenager in the underwater sea alone, obsessed to look at the long sky, envious.

In that year, he didn't know what a slaughter house was...

He didn't even know how vast the Immortal World was that year...

He was obsessed with the sky, and it was not until seven generations of killing emperors left for a long time that he returned to God. Once he looked back at God, he discovered the ground in front of him, and sometime, there was an extra book.

A very ordinary and ordinary method of cultivating veins of mortals is documented; a very ordinary and ordinary bottle of Dan medicine can help the monks to cultivate veins...

The delighted teenager Minami seas, excited to find a deserted place, began to take Dan cultivation...

Then he stepped into the realm of cultivation, slaughtered all the way, step by step to the broken void, flew away from the cultivation star; step by step to the second life fairy, swept his peers, joined the slaughter hall as a foreign monk; step by step became the elder of the slaughter hall; step by step became the elder; step by step, earned the fame of the white hair fairy king.

Heming the Little, would like to go to the soup fire for the Taoist generations!

My subordinate, the Underwater Sea, wishes to go to the soup fire for the younger generations!

Never changed!