Grasping Evil

Prior to Ningfan, the emperors of the past generations had a seal name, depending on Beidou. First generation kill emperor seal [greedy wolf], second generation [giant gate], third generation [locust], fourth generation [literary song], fifth generation [integrity], sixth generation [martial song], seventh generation [broken army].

Seven generations died in the vicissitudes of the Second Hall and others, rather than searching the memories of Blood Long Sky and others, and saw the scene of seven generations falling.

In scattered memory images, the Northern Blood Fight realm is implicitly reflected, breaking the military starry sky.

In the scene, the seven generations killed the Emperor more than one day, already sealed the Beidou Blood Realm, and kept the Blood Realm to himself.

In the scene, the Beidou blood world no longer allows others to enter, only the blood of the deputy hall lord with seven generations of permission can bring people in at a specific time, and the celestial treasures collected by the strong one of the hall can be fed to the seven generations.

In the scene, the Seven Generations of Killing Emperors had laughed and ordered the blood sky to answer, the blood sky to answer, and the divine respect was immense.

In the scene, blood long sky donated poisoned Dan medicine for seven generations to take, which is the secret drug of the evil people, as strong as seven generations without repeated inspection, you can never see the hidden dangers.

Seven generations of blood is as long as a child, and there is no doubt that he is there. Seeing Dan medicine is really very good for the body, he took the evil people poison Dan, and then poisoned the hair and repaired it into more than one hundred.

He was going to go into the earth to be repaired into a sealed body. Naturally, the blood of others was difficult to kill, but it was still the last moment of the war.

[I have no children in my life, consider you the best, why do you do this... why...]

[Turns out you are a scoundrel… Turns out you are here to carry out the task… You and I have different positions, I can not blame you for betrayal, but I cannot tolerate you hurting the people of Beidou half the time! This is my home! And home to countless descendants of Beidou! This Beidou blood world has the sword to kill the Holy Heaven. It is easy to kill me, trying to kill these Beidou descendants, but it is difficult to climb the sky!

[The will of Beidou will be passed down from generation to generation. Believe me, you scoundrels cannot slaughter my people of Beidou! You know, a kid once promised me that he'd take over my will and guard the Northern Blood Kingdom for me! I believe him! He's coming!

[Send him Jade Jane to protect himself on that day. Now it seems that Jade is useless. Even so, Jade Jane is useless. I'll change some treasures and give them to him. I left it to his baby, you, not to get it!

Prior to his death, seven generations remained convinced that Fan would have fulfilled his promise and come to take his place.

I believe him, he will definitely come.

In a simple sentence, in Ningfan's heart, the ripples rose again and again, which could not be erased for a long time.

As for the Killer Emperor, he also said that there were babies left behind, preferred to look for them, and did not find the babies that the Killer Emperor said in the broken army star palace, but had to do it.

If you can't find it, you can't find it, baby. He's not missing it.

…

Seven generations of graves, built by Ningfan in the broken army star palace, the head stitched back to the flesh, put into the coffin, put together in the coffin, or did Ningfan kill Emperor Jade Jane after all, so dust sealed.

There was no grand funeral, only minimal killing of the elders, attending seven generations of simple funerals.

Hundreds of millions of people of northern blood do not know the passing of seven generations. They are guarded by the sword of the Holy Sword. This rebellion did not affect them at all.

Before the grave, Ningfan sacrificed a traitor with his own blood to comfort the seven generations who had killed the Emperor's soul.

Then he demobilized the elders of the slaughter palace and stood alone in the ruined army star palace, looking at the land beneath the star palace, the city, the viewers of the art and art of Beidou people.

He also had some feelings for the Beidou blood world, but that feeling was obviously not as deep as killing emperors in previous generations.

After all, he is not a true slayer. After all, he did not have seven generations to kill the Emperor for his homeland here.

But what he promised would be done. Seven generations have died, and from this moment on, the Beidou Blood Realm will be guarded by him!

“Young Emperor Ning, you... pity...” Suddenly Yao Qingyun's consolation came. She held Ning Fan's hand tightly. Her eyes were full of worry. She was worried that Ning Fan would be saddened by the death of the Emperor.

Ning Fan was surprised, shook his head and smiled.

I'm sorry?

No need.

Life and death are extraordinary things for a monk.

How many more can really live forever? Mortals have a limit of life, cactus has a limit of heaven and earth, art and fairy cultivation, and countless crises of life and death need to be faced.

If you're afraid of death, you don't have to fix it anymore.

Let Ning Fan care, it is not a matter of killing the Emperor meteor. Even if he extends his life to kill the Emperor, he will only make the Emperor live a few more days. After all, he will die...

He regretted that it was only too painful to kill the emperor. An elderly man with a candle age was betrayed as a parent and son. How desolate should he be when he was dying...

“You didn't leave with the other elders? ”

“Well, I'm a little worried. ”

“Worried about me? Rest assured, I'm not so sad. I'm not really very close to the seventh generation. Maintaining something between me and him, it's just, um, just a promise... so I'm kind of exclaimed. Traitor, really terrible thing...” Ning Fan smiled, touching Yao Qingyun's blue silk, but what was in his mind was that Yin Ink had betrayed Zidou Immortal Domain, which indirectly led to the destruction of Zidou Immortal Domain...

Yao Qingyun's face was red. After seeing no one around, Ning Fan continued to touch her. She raised her head, but also looked at Ning Fan's dark pool. Somehow, she remembered the scene of the madness between the two of them in the Six Wanted Immortals Cave Mansion. At that time, Ning Fan's eyes were so deep... so, her face became shamefully redder.

The ghost made God poorly, whispering to Ningfan, "Little man, I will not betray you. ”

“Well, of course I know you won't betray me, your body has always been honest. ”

“Why don't you come and sit in my cave and try my honest body?” Yao Qingyun looked at Ning Fan with no anger. She was serious, but Ning Fan was interrupting!

Speaking of which, she still blames Ningfan for making their relationship public. The matter has been told, how she will raise her head in front of other elders in the future! Nowadays, the whole slaughter hall is spread. As an elder, as a strongman's girlfriend, the old cow once ate young grass, the king toughly bowed, hard on Ningfan who was still low at the time, he was not ashamed...

Look at this shameful rumor, what it looks like!

But no wonder she was so much higher than Ning Fan, of course the outsiders won't believe that she was the one who got hard! Who can imagine, at that time, she wanted to have a poison attack, she was confused, she was talking nonsense, she let Ningfan knead... and then Ningfan got hard on her, she was the victim!

At this moment, Ningfan is invited to Cave Mansion. It's all the opposite! She has decided that she will never have sex with Ningfan for a short time. In the long term... Anyway, in the short term, she doesn't want to be caught by the wind and spread more rumors.

“Fine. I've been having trouble lately. I'm just a little bored. I need to release you. I'll come to your cave later.” Ning Fan looked deeply at Yao Qingyun and smiled.

“Are you really coming? Cough, cough, this is not good, really not good... we... pay attention to the impact!” Yao Qingyun is a straight path.

“Well, special times, you should really pay attention to the impact...”

Ningfan nodded as if he agreed with Yao Qingyun.

This gave Yao Qingyun a slight relief, but also hidden a bit of loss. Think about it. Seven generations of meteorites, eight generations of successors, there are a lot of things to deal with. Of course, he doesn't have time to hang out with himself. He's just kidding, he doesn't really come.

You don't have to come.

Ningfan's strong rise in Dongtian was no longer a small, weak life fairy. Goodbye Ningfan, Yao Qingyun's inner heart is actually a little complicated, some suffering, some inferiority... Anyway, she doesn't know how to face Ningfan in the future.

Do you want to have a physical relationship with Ningfan?

What should she call Ningfan?

She actually prefers to refer to Ningfan as a little guy. But Ningfan can no longer be so casually referred to, regardless of his position in the palace or his cultivation...

Once upon a time, she was an emperor, an elder, rather than an immortal, a disciple.

Today, she is still empty, she is an elder, but Ningfan is an ancient monster, a young emperor, a future eight-generation killing emperor...

And even more, she needs to look up to the old monster, Wangu Immortal Priest, Immortal King, in Ningfan's eyes is dust!

Perhaps she and Ningfan are already from both worlds, or it's better to keep a certain distance...

Therefore, Yao Qingyun left with a few small pieces.

She swore she'd never had a child like that in her life!

Unfortunately, that night, her little heart turned to shame.

It's her cave, isn't it?

This is her couch, isn't it?

Who can tell her that she was napping on the concubine's bed, but how could she have peeled her clothes off under pressure?

“Less... Young Emperor, what are you... doing! It's not working! Not here. Don't touch it! ”

“Rest assured, your maiden and cave guard have all been struck by my illusion, and no one will know about tonight, let alone rumors!” Ningfan began to go deeper into Yao Qingyun with a mouthful of 'I have arranged it very carefully so you can rest assured’.

Yao Qingyun is ashamed of herself, she has seen shameless, she has never seen Ning Fan so shameless!

What about the impact of the deal?

We agreed to keep our distance for now!

Uh... it seems that Ningfan didn't say he wanted to keep her at a distance...

What else did you want to think in your head, but was quickly left blank by the shock of the tide, trying to insult a few voices, to the mouth, but it became a finely shattered delight.

Shit, Teddy!

This little guy is just as shameless as he was, just like... mighty! Ah... too deep...

It's really good!

You're the one who's going to dial the palace. Now that you're in the palace, don't regret it!

Yao Qingyun turned upside down and pressed Ningfan down instead. He threw a sheet of silk and smiled. "Little guy, the palace won't squeeze you dry today. Yao wrote it backwards! ”

I'd rather have a smile.

This is the Yao Qingyun he knew. The previous one, too strange, too discreet!

Crazy all night.

The second night was still crazy.

The third night... Yao Qingyun's strength was defeated, Ningfan walked out of the cave and called Yao Qingyun's maid to serve Yao Qingyun, smiling away.

A madness that exhales the negative emotions in Ningfan's heart, the mood is really much better.

If you look at the Dark Nation, the Wraith Nation, the Killing Palace, the Ancient Emperor... prefer to be able to be calm and fearless.

Life is long, why worry? Just be happy!

Knife Light Sword Shadow, Blood Sea Corpse Mountain, it's just a family meal, you can cook it in a pot!

Wu Lao 8th class waited on an empty lot outside the Yao Qingyun Cave, and saw that Ning Fan was finally finished, each amazed by the heavens.

The master's been working for three days. It's been a long time! What do you mean, Iron Blood Real Man? That's it!

“Master, what a skill! For three consecutive days the male wind did not fall, Mother Yao must be very satisfied! I admire you, Ancient Hanaya master. In this situation, Xiao Ba wants to win a poem, that, that... there is an ancient poem, a little green in the flower bush, the master's head green oil, uh, no, it's not that...” Wu Lao Ba hurried, said the wrong thing.

“Stupid turtle, that's called passing through a kaleidoscope, leaf free! It's horrible to have no culture!” Zhu Er lazily ignored Wu Lao Ba and spat a fart against Wu Lao Ba as a sign of humiliation.

Wu Lao Ba suddenly blew up, and Zhu Er twisted and fought.

The raven dog on one side oops, joins the circle of war, sometimes helps Wu Lao Ba bite Zhu Er, sometimes helps Zhu Er eat Wu Lao Er...

Ningfan shook his head, ignored the three second-class goods, and went to find the Fairy King of the Underworld alone.

I don't know what I talked about with the Pluto Sea, and then someone took him to the blood cell of the slaughterhouse.

At the bottom of the prison, there is an ancient sealed sword, called the Holy Sword of Heaven.

Ning Fanping retired and went to the blood prison alone. When he was still weak, he needed to wear a congenital ghost to get deep in the blood cell, and now he didn't have to do more, he came all the way to the seventh floor of the blood cell on his own strength.

The seventh layer is covered in intense blood, which is powerful enough to be unimaginable and shocking.

Ningfan asked herself to come all the way to kill the Immortal Emperor. In the face of the anger here, there is still a creepy feeling.

No wonder the seventh floor of the Blood Prison is said to be difficult for the Immortal Emperor to enter. It is certainly not a lie. At least at this moment, Ning Fan would not dare to enter without the shield of S.H.I.E.L.D.

In the vague, he can feel the presence of a very powerful sword in the seventh layer of infinite blood. As soon as he stepped in here, the sword was locked on him, as if he were to be slaughtered here once he had any movement!

Unfortunately, Ningfan still can't see the sealed sword in the blood.

Nor did he see it with his own eyes, but he heard it from five little sword spirit maids.

[You, the seven-generation chosen Emperor... you, here you go again...] In the infinite blood light, there was a voice, talking to Ningfan!

This is the voice that was only heard after Ningfan used the ability to communicate with everything. He, he, can't hear, other people, can't hear!

“Well, here I am again, Killing Hall of Eight Generations of Young Tinningfan, met senior.” Ningfan punched the infinite blood and chose to match the sealed sword with his predecessors.

[You, can you hear my voice? It turns out that you are the... Abandoned Spirit...] That voice is surprising.

Instead of the words of Ningfan, the voice said, "Are you here to succeed eight generations?

“Yes,” replied Fan.

Successors of successive emperors need to be recognized by the ancient sealed sword, and that is why Ningfan came here.

Of course, other young emperors cannot communicate directly with the ancient sealed sword. They need to burn incense prayers and pray for the sword's approval.

Rather than have to, he can talk directly.

[So, are you ready to accept my lifetime of awareness?] The voice asked again.

“Ready. ”

I prefer to say it. On my knees, my eyes sparkle bright and bright, and my hair doesn't have wind.

[It is the second realm of Heavenly Man. Seven generations have really found a monster… if it were you, perhaps I could gain a different understanding from the other killer emperors in my life.

Boom!

Boom!

Knock, knock!

On the seventh floor of the jail, suddenly a strange heartbeat came out.

The heartbeat echoed back to the heavens and the earth, very similar to, but different from, the heartbeat triggered by the ancient Emperor on that day.

The weird heartbeat on the seventh floor of the jail, not one, but... dozens!

Under the control of the ancient sealed sword, the dozens of heartbeats did not emit blood cells, but echoed only on the seventh floor of the cell.

Only Ningfan can hear the dozens of heartbeats, and only Ningfan can sense the horror of the heartbeat!

None of these dozens of heartbeats are saintly heartbeats that the Seven Ancient Gods possess!

The vast ancient divine power spins here, making Ningfan's inner heart beat unstoppable, its heart beat frequency, almost instantly, assimilated by the other party's dozens of heartbeats!

[The idea of the Northern dust destruction, the mutilation of emperors, the slaughter of the holy heavens and the destruction of the heavens. Three thousand stamps of the Immortal Emperor, seven stamps of enlightenment, purification of heaven as palm, palm to palm. Sweeping Purple Immortals, defeating the North Emperor, invincible weight, recapturing the heavens, erecting temples to kill, making the Star River, guarding the blood of the descendants!

[My name is Holy Land, after two generations, nobody knows my name, nobody knows me. I kill emperors for the first generation, in addition to being a sword!

[You guard the first battle of the slaughter hall, I see it all. You, good! I rarely trust the descendants of Zidou Xianxiu, and you, are the rare exception.

[The 43 heartbeats you hear are the heartbeats of the saints I gathered from above the battlefield of heaven. Each heartbeat has a legacy of saint's enlightenment. Each generation kills an emperor. You can only choose one enlightenment from it, many of which fall apart.

[Seven generations enlightened the path to power, six generations enlightened the immortal martial arts, five generations enlightened the Immortal Law of the Beast, four generations enlightened the Secret of Divine Action, three generations enlightened the Immortal Fire Sect of Fantasy, the second generation enlightened the wonderful reason of space years... you, what will you learn, I look forward to it!

Ancient sealed sword, did not speak to Ningfan again, said, Ningfan did not have the heart to listen.

At this moment, his ears are surrounded by saintly heartbeats, and every time a heartbeat enters his ear, there must be a scene of blood in front of him.

In those images, there are one saint after another, fighting and killing on the battlefield until the battle dies...

I prefer to try to keep my heart calm.

The heartbeat of the saint in his ears at this moment is crowded and mixed, but any heartbeat would be of great benefit to him.

One of the advantages of a young emperor succeeding an emperor is that he can be rewarded with an ancient sealed sword and can learn from choosing a saint to listen to his heart beat.

Without the many advantages of succeeding emperors, Fan would certainly not take these forms, let alone greed for the false name of the Eighth-Generation Killing Emperor.

Boom!

A saint's heart jumped into his ear, and this image appeared in Fan's mind. It was a picture of a saint stepping on extreme light and flying through the sky.

That scene seems to be a very deep third step...

Boom!

Without waiting for Ningfan to see this technique, another heartbeat squeezed into his ear, causing Ningfan to think, another image appeared.

In the scene, a saint pops up a grain of dust and dies an ancient overhaul. In that scene, there is an unspeakable stunning...

Boom!

The scene changed again, a saint exhaled a breath of greenery, creating three scenes of immortality and immortality...

Boom!

The picture keeps changing! Every scene, there are unspeakable subtleties, but every scene is very ugly. Just a little while ago, it will be interrupted by other scenes.

Ning Fan has some idea why each Emperor can only choose one heartbeat to listen to. If there are multiple choices, different images will be switched back and forth, making it impossible to see the whole picture and realize it perfectly.

“The Pluto Sea said to my jade Jane that if you choose one of the heartbeats, you can mark it and apply a request to the Holy Sword to erase the other heartbeats, so that you can focus on listening to the only heartbeat of your choice...”

“Every heartbeat contains a sense of immensity. Any one of them can improve my strength, but I don't know...”

“The heartbeat of the saints I heard was clearly 47. Why did you kill the Holy Sword and tell me that it was 43...”

“The four extra heartbeats I heard wrong, or... for another reason! ”