Grasping Evil

On the barren flesh of the earth, the longer the ghosts of the underworld spend, gradually, thousands of miles around, all become a world of thorns and vines.

The roots of the underworld ghost blossoms, stuck in a rock fracture, greedily sucked the groundwater containing traces of saintly blood.

The earth does not know how thick it is. The power of quasi-sanctional self-explosion, though terrifying, blows up only a very thin layer of rock. The roots of the underworld ghost blossoms can only drink a small amount of groundwater from the surface of the earth, and deeper groundwater is untouchable.

A saint can fill the sea with dust, a grass can chop off the sun and the moon, and a drop of blood, all without power. Where the ghost flowers of the underworld are eating blood, they are clearly taking the most generous medicine in the world. As the blood drinks more and more, her vine spreads on, and begins to release faint air. If you look closely, you will find that the fresh air is different according to the cloudiness. In fact, it can be subdivided into three deep, shallow and different kinds of clear air. When the three clear air gather, it dissipates, and it is incredible.

Old Razor did not see Sanqing disperse, naturally he was not interested in the appearance of this qi, and began to focus on healing wounds.

I'd rather be interested in these three clear gatherings.

“What is the Qing Qi that appears on you?” I'd rather ask the ghosts of the underworld.

Wrong. It's not Qi, it's Qi.

So I cared that the phrase sounded a little hard to understand.

“Not anger, but anger? I don't understand.”

[The day after tomorrow is the Qi, the innate is the Qi; the breath is the Qi, the existence is the Qi; the Qi is the starting point for the resurrection of all things, and the Qi is the end point for everything; Qi is... Qi is... Qi is... Qi is...]

Ningfan shouted so that he knew that the ghost flower in the underworld was talking about the difference between the Qi and Qi.

Many of the manipulation books will have the word "Yi", and even many will be mixed with Qi. What is it? I don't even know what it is. I haven't seen anyone fix it in the last era. At this moment, though the ghost flowers in the underworld explain a lot, I still don't know what it is. Just like he doesn't know what it is.

There is always something that words cannot describe, more language descriptions are not close to the essence, can only enlighten with the mind.

“Forget it, what's not important, the way you just said it, really makes me drink saint blood directly? ”

[A lot can't, trace can.

“I am already satisfied with the small amount of saint's blood that can be fed. I didn't expect the ancient demon clan to have such secrets, so I needed the blood of the third best person to start training...”

In earlier conversations, underworld ghosts told Ningfan some secrets about the ancient demons.

In fact, it is not quite a secret. In the real world, this matter is well known; in the days when the demonic peak of the fantasy realm was sealed, it is no secret either. But now the ancient demon clan in the fantasy world is weak, this matter has long become history, so Ningfan will not know about it.

Ancient demons cultivate blood, ancient demons cultivate spirits, ancient gods cultivate minds, different cultivation roads, nature will also have different talents. The genius of the ancient demons, all in one blood word. If the blood is repaired to its limit, it will qualitatively alter, forming the ancient demon-specific killer mystery - the return of the ancestors.

The kingdom of ancient demons and monks of Vancouver is called the kingdom of the homeland - but for Ningfan, who is practically of many kinds, it makes no difference whether he is called the homeland or Vancouver, and he doesn't care too much. Ningfan has always felt that the return of the ancestors was just a name, and it would be fine to call them wrong, so he didn't really care, but it wasn't.

In the remaining years of the Feng Demon Peak, any Feng Demon Peak Ancient Demon is entitled to begin practicing the ancient demon's return to the ancestral realm as long as it is practiced. Unfortunately, none of them can truly repair the art of returning to their ancestors. The nine demonic ancestors repressed under the ancient demonic abyss, the reason for the prestigious Gestapo is not to say that they have been cultivated deep, but that they have coincidentally begun the practice of the art of returning to their ancestors. It is the presence of the high people of the ancient demonic race.

It is difficult to practise the art of returning to the heavens, and merely acquiring the training qualifications of this technique requires the harsh condition of eating the blood of saints. How precious is the blood of saints! Few ancient demons in Vancouver can get the blood of the third saint, and by chance, they can eat the blood of the saint without dying, even less pitiful. Moreover, the blood of the saints is only one threshold of this technique, which wants to cultivate to the highest realm, and the conditions are more harsh. Apart from the great emperor of Ink, no second person has ever been restored to the highest realm of the ancestral kingdom.

Even the Ancient Emperor did not return to the highest realm of his ancestors - he learned too much.

It's all natural that Fan doesn't know. He was interested in the art of returning to his ancestors only after hearing from the ghosts of the underworld.

The cultivation of the Art of Return is divided into three phases: blood collection and regeneration, blood spills and runs away, and blood sacrifices and returns to the ancestors.

As the name suggests, regeneration is the absorption of the enemy's dispersed blood to restore his wounds and powers. This is very similar to the ancient magic of life, but of course, there are other wonderful uses for life. Ning Fan had some doubts that the Mo Emperor was based on the principle of the first stage of the return to the ancestral technology, which created the technique of killing life and laid the status of the Master of the Peak of Demons.

Sprinkling blood away is amazing, it is a secret way to improve strength in a short time, by sacrificing one's own blood and forcibly improving one's strength. The higher the blood level of the ancient demons, the more obvious the rise of the runoff. Part of the principle that this technique improves strength is similar to that of biocidal homicide. Unlike biocidal technique, which improves one's strength by sacrificing the life of an enemy, the outburst is at the expense of one's own blood.

The third stage of blood sacrifice is most horrific. The third stage is what it looks like, and the underworld ghost flower is not particularly clear, she is not an ancient demon. The underworld ghost flower told only one story to Ningfan. In the true world, there was an ancient demon who had been veined. In the state of accidental and direct return to his homeland, God completely lost control, slaughtered several moderate Immortal kingdoms, and killed more than a dozen saints...

Pulsed Ancient Demons Kill Saints! This thing sounds like Heavenly Night Tan, but if it is true, the art of returning to the ancestors is too scary. What kind of experience is the three-stage art of returning to the ancestors?

Of course, the cost of returning to the ancestors is also heavy, because of the excessive use of returning ancestors across borders, after all the parallel rounds of self collapse, completely erased by the rounds of existence. As strong as Step 4, the Immortal Emperor cannot recover this child from the sinking of endless rounds...

Far from it...

With the blood of the saints moisturizing, the fragrance does not smell, the ghost flowers in the underworld will heal, full of energy. With the healing of the underworld ghost flowers, all the indestructible pawns made by Ningfan recovered, and jumped alive.

Next is the point! The underworld ghost flower claims that she can give Ningfan some help, help Ningfan eat saintly blood, and start a stage of cultivation of the ancient demon's return to ancestry.

One stage is to draw blood and regenerate. If this ancient magic means is available, the wounds on the body of Ningfan are not a problem at all. Suck some saint's blood and it will heal in a moment.

The underworld ghost flower does not expect to help Ningfan to develop a two-stage return to ancestry. Is the ancestral technique that good? The cultivation of this technique requires the blood of the saints to open, and it requires a deep understanding of the art of return. These are the ancient demons of the real world. When we first started practicing this technique, it took a long time to understand the essence of ancestral art. If there is not enough awareness of one stage, the second stage simply cannot enter the threshold.

[Next, I will absorb the blood of the underground saints directly. You just bite my root stem, drink my root fluid, and get the diluted ingredient of saint's blood from it. My root fluid reconciles the enormous energy of saint's blood and makes it easy to absorb. But not everyone can take my root fluid, only those who have made a covenant with me can do so, and the rest will take it and be damned...]

The curse of the underworld?

I'd rather nod my head and not ask much about the curse of meditation. All he needs to know is that only a contractor like him can get help from underworld ghosts and eat saintly blood in such a way.

The underworld ghost flower draws a thick root stem from the rock formation and sends it to Ningfan to bite it.

After taking over this root stem and observing it for a long time, and convinced that the matter would not harm himself, he finally opened his mouth and bit it down. But just as his teeth were about to touch the root stem, he hesitated again. The underworld ghost flower is a woman, right, and this stem is the equivalent of her limb, right? The root fluid is the same as the blood, right? He seemed a little cruel by biting each other's body like this and sucking on the woman's blood. To the enemy, Ningfan certainly wouldn't care about this cruelty, but the underworld ghost flower is his companion in several wars of life and death...

You're late. You suspect I'm going to hurt you with this, don't you? Rest assured, a contract like this is a powerful constraint that you can't imagine, and I can't do anything to hurt you now that I have a contract with you, unless you and I terminate it. And I'm in a cage, and you're my hope for survival, and I have no reason to hurt you.] Because of Ningfan's sudden hesitation, the underworld ghost flower seems to have misunderstood.

If Fan smiles but doesn't explain more, how? To say he had a pity for a bunch of vines and root stems? As for suspicion... ever since I heard the words of the old man, I prefer to be awake. Everything in this world is actually full of doubts and falsehoods. You can doubt everything, even your existence, but in the end… you need to believe something. He chose to believe in the ghost flowers of the underworld. He believed that living and dying all the way together was not false. If he was finally deceived, he would only admit it. The truth of the world, isn't that what happened...

In the end, he bit him hard.

Seeing Ningfan choose to believe in himself, the underworld ghost flower seems happy, no one likes to be suspected by their peers. Her vines swayed joyfully with branches, and she didn't know if it was the wind.

Root fluid is bitter, bitter as a woman misses the tears of a good man.

In this bitterness, there is yet another hint of undetectable sweetness, which is the taste of blood, the saint's blood diluted further in the ghost root fluid!

Hot!

That's less than a trace amount of saintly blood, it has an unimaginable heat, it seems that only a tiny bit of blood is needed to burn all the existence of Ningfan to ashes!

It's hotter than the polar sun!

More fierce than any second step in the world!

That's the temperature of the blood boiling, and if it's microscopic to infinite, you'll find every blood cell in the saint's blood that's inscribed with the ancient scriptures!

Scripture engraved in blood! This is the means of true sainthood! As long as you are not in the third step, no matter how bad it is, you will not be able to do it!

I prefer to drink blood on my knees, holding my roots and stems, revealing the colour of pain. His face grew red, his body drummed up like a bow ball, and the swelling was unbearable.

No, I can't!

He could not forcibly refine the blood of the saint by himself at this moment, even with the help of the ghost flowers of the underworld, he was subjected to only traces of trace, traceable traces.

But this blood represents an insurmountable gap between step two and step three! It represents the majesty of Step 3 and cannot be violated by Step 2 in any case!

Drink my blood and die, it is the majesty of the saints!

Between the trances, it seemed that Fan, through the blood of the saint, had seen an ant as huge as a thousand worlds, and was angry at him.

It's Lord Ant's blood!

The illusion he sees is the way the ant lord stays deep in the blood and chants!

Under the influence of the Ant Lord's Daoism, Fan was shocked to find that his own Daoism had traces of collapse due to the integration of the saint's blood!

Surely, his fixing is not enough to feed the blood of the saints, even though he has the body of a rebellious god, but it is not enough.

He hasn't been able to do it yet, so far, there are a few second steps to do it!

The Ancient Demon Clan is a different kind, this bloodthirsty people, for the study of blood, far more than ordinary people!

At a time when Ningfan could barely bear the blood erosion of the saint in his body, the ancient demonic veins in his body began to fight back! The symbol of the magic charm began to appear throughout Ningfan's body, and the strange lines were all over his body, making Ningfan's appearance full of evil.

He's always repressed magic, like a volcanic eruption at this moment. Eyes gradually become scarlet, as if to phagocyze; the demonic blood in the body begins to boil, like the magma erupting in that volcano!

Swallow, swallow, swallow!

Demonic blood begins to forcibly devour trace amounts of saintly blood. As long as you are an enemy, you will tear off your skin, bite your bones and swallow your blood!

It's madness, it's madness, it's Magic Sue!

Blood boils to the extreme heat, and all of a sudden, it turns extremely cold, like hell under eight cold!

At this moment, the demon's blood boils and changes extremely!

At this moment, Ningfan's body temperature began to drop, and her body expansion began to recover as it had been, but her consciousness became more blurred, and the crazy thoughts in her mind soared countless times!

Yes, tear up the day!

Yes, crush this place!

Yes, wipe out all enemies!

Let me bleed, crush the turbid world, stretch out the magic!

Ho!

Ningfan shouted and his body showed a lot of blood vapor. With only a tiny bit of saint's blood, he opened his inner demons and locked himself up, and stepped into the blood collection stage of his return to his ancestor!

Blood, he wants more blood!

Ning Fan's consciousness became more and more blurred. He grabbed the ghost root stem almost roughly, biting it hard and pouring a large mouthful of root fluid into his abdomen.

Sweet, sweet, this blood smell!

Ningfan's face had a brutal bloodthirsty smile, which was already quite seriously injured. As the blood of the saints was forcibly drawn, it recovered at a visible speed!

Thirty!

With only 30 breaths, I'd rather be wounded, completely healed! Such an amazing recovery rate is counterproductive! It is that all recovery means combined are far less than the rate of recovery of the outbreak at this moment!

“Hiss, what did this kid do? How did he end up like this? His breath makes me palpitate! And... how did his wound recover so quickly! Ordinary Quan Saint has suffered such injuries, he will not be able to improve for more than a decade! That's why he didn't damage the roots, like me. If the roots hurt badly, it would take a long time to heal. That's a terrible rate of healing.” Old Razor was shocked. It was difficult for him to calm down and heal himself. He had been completely attracted to the movement by Ningfan.

“Brother Ning, what's wrong with him! His breath... became so cold.” Afro accidentally caught Ningfan's heartless eye and was trembling.

“Master... he seems to be practicing something...” The Dark Devil can see some, but her memory is too crippling to even remember the posture of Fan at this moment, what happened.

“Don't rush, Brother Hero, this is a stage of the great transformation and the formal restoration of the ancient demons to their ancestors. This is amazing! In the real world, very few ancient demons can do this. Is this blood-sucking regeneration? Terrible resilience! Such a serious injury, healed in less than thirty breaths! It is said that the ancient demon saints of the real world, even with the blood of saints, need to understand for a long time before they can enter a phase. Brother Hero must have spent countless years understanding this technique. Through the previous battle with the Red Lotus thief, he finally realized and broke the bottleneck...” Soft Mud explained.

She did not know that it had taken much time to understand the art of returning to her ancestry. Ningfan had just heard that the art of returning to his ancestry existed, and he had succeeded in his brain training.

It's luck, but it's not.

It's luck because there's saint blood right here, and there's underworld ghost flowers to help him dilute saint blood, which makes it harder for him to eat saint blood.

Said it was not luck, because the principle of the first stage of return was too similar to the technique of killing life. Ningfan had long realized that the technique of killing life had reached a very high level. There was hardly any difficulty in understanding the first stage of return for him.

The principle of return, which is difficult for others to understand, should not be too easy for a biocidal practitioner like him.

“Is this the power of blood collection during the return phase? This technique makes me feel like I can do anything but kill and drink blood! The only downside is that the madman's ideas generated by this technique are too violent. If my heart is not strong, I fear that if I open the blood collection state, I will be directly devoured by magic and become a human killing weapon! ”

So this is what the ancient demons really look like!

It is not enough to realize that ancient demons destroy the way, true ancient demons, only bathing blood can be powerful!

“The principle of the first stage of return is not difficult to understand, and the second stage is still somewhat difficult to understand. After all, although the two phases are partly the same as biocidal thunder, they are also somewhat different. I wonder if I can use the blood of the saints here to jump into the second stage of my return...”

Ningfan began to make attempts.

So his body started to change amazingly!

He clearly didn't actively open Vancouver, but he did!

And then...

Vancouver's true form, actually based on the original, has changed dramatically!

Ningfan was a demon, and the most powerful was the woodwork. After all, the woodwork had opened up its character and become a father god, more powerful than the master and more titled than the title.

In this way, the trend of real change in his body at this moment has changed in the direction of the wooden man.

Vancouver's true form is no longer a pure golden giant, but evolves towards the form of a golden nail tree demon!

Ningfan had some confusion about the situation. He was clearly practicing the second stage of the return, but Vancouver himself was out of time to change. This kind of change is actually a bit like Vancouver's two-stage change! What the hell is going on? He clearly wants to use the power of the Ancient Demon storm in the second stage of the return, why instead he has the tendency to build the second stage of the ancient body...

Is that what every ancient demon does, or... only an ancient god like him does!

Return... Return...

Ningfan's mind suddenly glistened, as if he understood something.

Ancient demons return to their ancestors, what ancestors return!

There are gods in the world, then there are fairies, among the fairy descendants, there are ancient demons and other ethnic groups divided... is it possible that the ancestors are not the ancestors of the ancient demons, but the ancestors of all living spirits - gods?!

Returning ancestors want to be reborn monks as gods, and they are… directly a god… the art of returning ancestors is used on them, most likely… different from other ancient demons!

Rather than knowing, his speculation is very close to the truth.

Ordinary Ancient Demons return to their ancestors to change their spiritual posture and kill enemies with the power of Ordinary Level Gods.

Konin Van Ben is a god, his ancestors, not ordinary gods, but the ancestors of gods.

He's not just a tree demon, but a tree ancestor god!

Fortunately, Ning Fan became the father of wood, because in this era, the wood god died, otherwise the father of wood is a god, he will never be the one.

The so-called Father of Wood God must be the strongest wood god of the same era - but that is only for the same period.

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If Ningfan fully enters the second stage of his return, his Vancouver will most likely evolve in the direction of the ancestral god of the tree and exert a little power of the ancestral god.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

The magic of the first phase of the return almost devoured his reason. The magic of the second stage is tens of times that of the first stage. These are too horrible. His second stage of immortality has changed, but some contours have changed, and the whole person is already on the verge of collapse. If he forcibly steps into the second stage of truth, he will completely lose his mind, be devoured by the magic, and when he goes into the demon, he will know only to kill. Old Razor, kittens and other daughters in front of him will be his indiscriminate targets...

Therefore, instead of continuing to try to enter the second phase of homecoming, Ningfan did not dare to mess around and fear hurting those close to him.

He calmed the demons in his body, withdrew from the second stage of incomplete homecoming, and withdrew from the first stage of homecoming. The blood vapor on his body disappeared.

See Ningfan after the big movement is safe, Razor and others rest assured, only soft mud strangely open big mud mouth, because it is too shocking, how can it not fit together.

“Return to the second phase! Brother Hero has just definitely entered the second stage of his return. He clearly has just completed the first stage. He actually went to the second stage in a blink of an eye. How is this possible! If you look at the ancient demons of the real world, none of them can do such an anti-heavenly thing. Is it not the qualifications of the heroic brother that prevail over all the ancient demons of the real world! ”

Soft mud monsters have become more and more admirers of Ningfan!

Her hero brother has hope to become the first ancient demon in history. Follow her, who dares to bully her!

“Brother Ning, what the hell are you...” Old Razor Zhu was full of suspicion and wanted to ask Ningfan what he was doing. Turning to think that this might be Ningfan's secret, it's not easy to ask.

“I'm sorry." Apologizes.

Apologize because you can't be honest with each other. The identity of the god is too taboo. If it comes out, I don't know what kind of mess it's going to cause. He won't tell Old Razor. It's also for Old Razor's own good.

“Hey, apologize for what? Who hasn't got a secret yet? I smelled Sister's blasphemous pants when I was nine and nobody told me, uh..." Old Razor awkwardly covered his mouth.

This guy said it was a leak!

When he was a kid, he seemed to have done some angry things. Fortunately, his sister didn't know. If she did, she wouldn't want to beat him to death...

“When I was a kid, I was really... naughty.” It is also a little embarrassing to hear such unethical words so suddenly that I hardly know how to respond.

“Just kidding, just kidding.” Old Razor smiled awkwardly.

I'd rather Fan didn't believe this was a joke... but he didn't mention it again, lest Old Razor be embarrassed.

Healing the underworld ghost flowers, along with fixing a stage of homecoming, Ningfan is in a pretty good mood. The Hon Lotus was killed, and he was confident that he and Red Lotus would be separated from each other.

Unfortunately, Honjong Red Lotus is here, and it seems to take a long time.

So, the rest of the time, Ningfan began to make the necropolis king ghost again.

If you can create a Necromancer before Red Lotus arrives, you can definitely surprise Red Lotus.

To make Ningfan happy, because the ghost of the underworld spends the blood of the underground saint at this moment, while making the ghost pawn for him, the success rate of the ghost pawn is quite counterproductive, it is actually close to 100%, and the production speed is also amazing!

Soon after, the Necromancer was made! There's another general under Fanfan! Red Lotus, if you don't have a head and a brain to kill you, you must have bad luck!

But... there's one thing I'd rather not be satisfied with.

The Undead Slave King created seems to be a little... disobedient...

“What's going on! Isn't it absolute obedience to the master's orders? Why is this slave king so resistant to my orders?” I'd rather frown.

[This ghost pawn is too strong, you can't manage it perfectly because it's not enough... There's only one way to manage it perfectly...] Answered the underworld ghost.

“What way? ”

Conquer him!

“This…”

I'd rather have a headache.

The Cadaver King is a bloodthirsty monster! Before he became a ghost pawn, the sword could not be easily dealt with. At this moment, he became an immortal pawn, and his immortality was even worse. To restrain it with a slain sword, the difficulty is not ordinary...

Red Lotus is not far away. I'd rather Fan didn't think that he could beat the King of Corpses in such a short time. The King of Corpses is not a weak scum like the King of Halloween...

“Never mind, there will be time to deal with King Corpse's obedience later. Although he resisted my orders at this moment, it was not absolute disobedience. If I ordered him to attack Red Lotus, even if he did not make serious efforts, he would always participate in the war.” I'd rather be helpless.

Close, close.

There is no geomagnetic interference here, Ningfan's rainstorm can feel the distant place unhindered, he can feel that Hon Lotus is close.

This time, Red Lotus is not a Lotus Separate, strength must prevail over the previous World War I, more alert to charm.

Koningfan is not injured before. This time, he can play 100% strength, he can use ghosts, and among ghosts, there is a less obedient corpse slave king.

The Undead Slave King, the Unsullied Tree, the Unsullied Dragon King, the Unsullied Mercury Kirin... plus Ning Fan himself in a full state, such a luxurious formation, if you still can't get rid of Red Lotus, Ning Fan really wants to be ashamed to see people.

…

Close, close!

Red Lotus can feel that Ningfan and others are just ahead of us, right where the war started!

This son of a bitch is insane! She didn't believe that Ningfan didn't know that she was coming. This son clearly knew that she was coming, and he didn't run away. Instead, he stayed where he was waiting for her to come, and didn't see her at all!

“Do you think you can do it again? You'll regret it, dog man! ”

Red Lotus' delicate drinking echoed back to heaven and earth, and the moment this sound sounded, she herself finally appeared in Ningfan's pedestrian sight!

“Do you know how many years it takes me to repair a lotus seed?" Damn you, damn you! ”

“Ningfan! Ningfan!! Ningfan!!! I told you I'd get my place back. You're a mixed disciple, and I guess you're having a delightful daydream! Perfect! I will take you to the world of joy with your mixed fire! ”

Red Lotus laughed backwards, and the flames of rolling flames erupted.

She's not spraying fire.

Yes... industry!