Grasping Evil

The so-called Lunar Ancestor Soul Springs are not actually spring water, but a pool of moonlight.

Ming jumped into the spring water, but Ningfan could not feel the real feeling. The moonlight flowed around him, and his clothes were not wet. There was a subtle chaotic atmosphere in the moonlight, and it was still twinkling.

Inside, infinite moonlight sinks at the bottom of the fountain and is the source of all moonlight in the fantasy world.

Ning Fan continued to sink, he drove at full speed, diving at a very small speed, diving hundreds of stars in a row, but still felt far from the bottom of the spring.

Obviously, inside this soul spring, it is a world of its own, and it is still the vast and infinite kind, with the Ningfan Rain art fully opened, no one can even see the border of this world.

After about half an hour, Ningfan stopped diving, the position was deep enough, and the chaotic atmosphere around him was hidden somewhat beyond his ability to bear.

It is obviously not a wise choice to continue diving.

“Here it is… Next, all I have to do is absorb enough chaos to initially build a five-row hybrid body. ”

Ningfan disc knee in the moonlight current, running the five rows of the body of the legal gate, time, the chaotic air of the millions of gleams, into his body. If the bishop saw this scene, he would be surprised by Ningfan's brutality and directness.

You know, it's the fairy emperors of the two rituals. When you absorb the chaos, you need to be careful and wait for the idle generations to absorb as much as Ningfan.

“At this rate, at most one hour, I can initially advance five rows and get five rows of body mass... this is just the beginning, truly make the body great or even complete, and it takes countless hard work...”

Ningfan closed his eyes and his heart was completely immersed in practice, forgetting everything outside.

As the cultivation progressed, Ningfan's body began to mutate: sometimes three feet of magnetic light existed to protect him; sometimes too much green light turned into a bluebird and circled over his head; sometimes the cold light permeated, seemed to turn into a piece of cold ice; and sometimes the fire filled, seemed to turn into a flame.

Before and after, there are more than four hundred different changes in Ningfan's body, each representing a physical choice.

It's not that he can choose whatever he wants. There are only five physical fits in over 400 hybrid bodies; other kinds are not impossible to choose, but they are not the best fit for Ningfan, so it's difficult to repair the body to the realm of success.

“Which of these five advanced directions should you choose...”

I prefer to feel the difference between the five different types of bodies.

The first form of physique matches his ancient demon identity. When it was launched, it had a five-color demon cloud body, and the defense was quite strong. Among them, cloud technology is something he has been interested in lately.

The second physique, which seems to be an attack physique, is activated with a mixed element of thunder wrapped around the body, which is incredibly lethal and can make quasi-sanctional eyes.

The third body aspires to ultimate speed, which can virtualize the body of a monk into a heavenly and earthly spiritual flying, more than doubling rapidly.

The fourth body is a very rare treasure holding body that, once repaired, can be greatly enhanced when using the magic treasure.

Ningfan is most interested in the fifth physique.

This is actually a body related to the gods. When it was started, Ningfan obviously felt the anxiety and tension of the power of the gods in the body.

This anxiety does not mean that they cannot live together, at least in terms of compatibility, so that the fifth body has the possibility of practicing.

It's just that... the body of an unknown hybrid is frightened? This was the first time that Fan had seen it.

Know that besides the god scrap, there are many other constitutions, such as the Great Five Walkers, the Corpse Body, the Bone of the Six Desires… there has never been a body that could threaten the god's constitution.

Because of the different levels.

In other words, this fifth physique is a more powerful physique than the shoulder god waste!

It's just a few breaths, and Ningfan has made a choice among the five advanced directions.

As the progress progressed, Ningfan's circumference began to spin five groups of Qing Qi, all dark and clear.

Those four clusters of dim air, no power whatsoever, only one empty shelf, seemed to have to fill anything else to have power.

The only bright Qing Qi, filled with the power of the ancient gods, so divine light!

One hour later, the five groups of Qi are completely concentrated, which means that Ningfan's hybrid body is completely advanced.

Ning Fan took a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and looked at the five groups of Qi floating around him, which was unintelligible.

“Knowing all about the Jade Jane given to me by my predecessors, did not document this hybrid body? Is it true that the two ritual sects of that year have never been repaired? Five groups of Qing Qi, four dark and clear, the ancient spiritual power of the Tangtang, actually only one group of Qing Qi should be filled... the other four groups of Qing Qi need to be filled with the same level of power...”

In the mind of Fan Fan Fan, suddenly comes a word in the false Book: the five spirits of heaven and earth, the demon fairy ghost.

In front of him, there appeared to be another game of six chess that could not be won. On the board, the demon fairy ghost of both sides was leading the killing...

“I seem to have fixed one of the most useless and terrifying hybrids… saying that it is useless because of the five groups of Qi that this body derives from and only one is lit up at the moment. Only a little brighter than two groups of Qi can initially trigger the hidden ability of this physique... I built a spirit body under various coincidences, let me fix another four spirits to light up the second group of Qi, as difficult as climbing to the sky... but if there is a day to build it, maybe I will become more horrible than the ancient gods...”

Fan smiled and didn't show much expectation.

He doesn't even know what his hybrid body is called.

Then ask.

Communicate everything, start!

Like a psychopath, he stretched out his palm and spoke to his palm, "Mixed body, tell me your name. ”

[Original Spirit, Original Spirit, Original Spirit...]

“Founding meta-psychic? Never heard of it... but it sounds really awesome, but unfortunately it's too hard to fix it to the point of completeness, gathering the five spiritual constitutions, it's like Heavenly Night Tan...”

Ning Fan was chatting with his palms, his eyes suddenly fluttered and he shut up.

At this moment, the moonlight currents around, suddenly a strange laugh sounds!

“Hee-hee, teacher, look, there's a fool there, chatting with his own hand. ”

“Did this fool get his head blown off by chaos? Have you lost your mind? ”

“It does not seem necessary for us to expel him, he will be annihilated by chaos. ”

“Forget it, let's get rid of it. After all, this is my tribal land, we can't let Xiao Xiaoshi...”

With his eyebrows wrinkled, he had felt there was a special creature at the beginning of his footsteps, but had not taken the matter to heart.

His principle is that people don't offend me, I don't offend others. If they don't do it, he doesn't care.

But if they attack him, he won't be merciful.

“Chop the moon! ”

Several fictional shadows flashed in the current, followed by several immortal swordsmanship level, all half-moon swordsman to Ningfan.

Those immortal swordmen are not worth mentioning, but oddly enough, they can absorb the constant chaos in this place and strengthen themselves.

With chaos, the District Immortal Sword Man seems to possess the power of the Immortal Sword Man! A few Immortal Emperor swords in one, Ning Fan did not dare to be too light an enemy, summoned the counter-sea sword to brush several swords, and cut those swords into pieces.

“This is so strong! We can't fight, Teacher, hurry!” A couple of sounds scorched fast.

“Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Daqing Lotus Moonlight Chopped! ”

Nutrition!

Ningfan only heard the surrounding water suddenly burst out of the thunderous sound, like a thousand birds, then those thunder noises converged in one place, condensed into a huge green sword, like a green moon in the sky, whistling!

It's a fairy emperor sword man!

But after absorbing the power of the surrounding chaotic gas, it forcibly elevated to the power of first order quasi-sanctionality!

“These underwater spirits are not strong in themselves, but their swordsmanship is terrible...”

Ning Fan's eyebrows wrinkled deeper, not because his quasi-sancerous sword was too strong, but because... there seemed to be a smell in this sword that made him look familiar...

Jianzu's breath... Ji Qingling's breath...

Why do these underwater spirits use swordsmanship to carry the smell of that woman? Is it related to that woman...

Boom!

Ningfan raised his hand with a sword, blocked the quasi-sancerous sword, and the chill in his eyes faded a lot.

He doesn't like these raids on his underwater creatures, but if they're related to that woman, he can't open the net.

“What! This little thief is so powerful! Even my husband's Daqing Lotus swordsmanship can't do anything about him! Can only ask the chief to kill this man!” An old man dressed in Confucian shadow, gradually solidified in the waters, amazed.

Behind the Confucian elderly, several other Confucian children slowly appeared, as if by name they were his disciples.

The Confucian old man, his disciple, is not a living man, but a phantom sword spirit.

They are not human beings, they… are the sword spirits that have guarded this place for generations!

“It turns out that it is the sword spirit... will it be her sword spirit...” Ningfan felt a heartache and suddenly remembered the scene where the sword ancestor disappeared from his sight.

More like... in Shennong Hundred Grass Gardens, slow-growing soul grass...

He had little interest in the moon's ancestral springs and became concerned at this moment.

He wanted to see exactly what the bottom of the Moon Ancestor Springs looked like.

Did that woman come here too and leave some traces here...

“Stop it, I have no ill intentions towards you. The proof is that if I really want to kill you, all I need is illusion and it will work, and there is no need to compete with you in sword fighting. ”

Ning Fan sighed, his right eye circled back to the tree shadow, pulling the Confucian elderly and his disciples into the illusion world of the rainy night of Tai Gu.

This Confucian old man, but the Immortal Emperor Hu, disciples are only some Immortal Sword Spirit. The reason why swordsmanship is powerful, is only swordsmanship itself, not themselves.

With Ning Fanshu, killing some Immortal Emperor, Immortal Sword Spirit, just one eye, can illusion kill.

The Confucian old man was horrified. He was not a common sword spirit, he was not afraid of illusion, but he was still dragged here by Ningfan's illusion. He saw how amazing Ningfan's illusion creation was.

I couldn't help but sweat.

But instead of begging Ningfan for forgiveness, he was arrogant and angry at Ningfan. "My husband knew you had a great illusion and killed the machine. I was waiting for you to die in this illusion! Kill me if you want, Hugh. Someone will avenge my husband! ”

“…" prefers to be speechless.

He clearly said he didn't mean any harm to these swordspirits.

Fan shook his head and removed the illusion.

Old Confucius was stunned, and some couldn't figure out what Ningfan wanted to do, “Your Excellency, what does this mean? Why don't you kill me and wait? Aren't you really here to hunt the Green Lotus Sword Spirit? Oh, your breath, I think I've seen it somewhere...”

The Confucian old man wanted to ask more questions, and suddenly there was a huge breath coming from the bottom of the spring!

That's a quasi-sanctionary!

It's not that powerful quasi-sancestry, it seems to be the kind of quasi-sancestry forcibly raised by the irrigation, so the magic is stuck on the bottleneck of 10,000 robberies, and it will not last forever.

If on the outside, such perfusion is sanctimonious, it is not worthy of consternation.

But this is a place of chaos, and most of the other people also know the kind of swordsmanship that absorbs chaos, so that this person is only weak in the first-order quasi-sancestry, but is most likely to cut out the sword of second-degree power. Faced with this person, I would rather have twelve points of spirit. If the words are inconsistent, I will have to fight hard.

“It's the chief! The chief left the Blue Lotus and came to rescue me!” The Confucian old man was deeply touched. You know, every time their sheikh leaves Green Lotus, there's a huge price to pay.

“Save you? Oh, you are not in danger, why should I rescue you so many times? My husband is here to greet a noble guest. ”

The green light flashed and turned into a thin old man with seven swords behind his back.

This man is not practically high, but his sword intentions seem to have reached a very high level, and once it erupts, few first-order quasi-sancestors can rival him.

“Valued guests? Where are the guests? There is only one intruder here..." The old Confucian is confused.

But the Seven Swords did not talk to him.

The old man of the Seven Swords only looked at Ningfan and looked at him very carefully. He seemed to strip away Ningfan's breath and scrutinize it.

For a long time, the old man of the Seven Swords seemed to confirm something. Finally, he smiled and gave Ningfan a bow of arms. "What do you call him? ”

“Ningfan.” Ningfan faded away.

“The Nine Swordsmen of Poverty would like to ask the Taoist palace to tell the story. Don't you know if they will come?” The Seven Swords old man laughed.

“Where is the house? ”

“Bottom of the Springs! ”

“Oh, so deep, I'd rather not have confidence to dive in. Slightly worse pool, afraid to be wiped out by chaos, will not be repeated.” Ningfan laughed.

“Why is Daoyou saying that? You see that we are carrying a hint of sword ancestry. You clearly want to dive into the bottom of the fountain and look at the sword ancestry inheritance. As for the chaotic atmosphere at the bottom of the fountain... Ha, the chaotic atmosphere there is indeed so strong that the second order quasi-sancestors do not dare to step easily, but Daoists do not seem to be ordinary people, if they really want to go to the bottom of the fountain, there is not necessarily a way to dive in. And even if Daoyou seriously can't do this, we wait for the Blue Lotus Sword clan to help Daoyou achieve this.” The Seven Swords Old Man had a deep heart.

“That's it. If Ning refuses again, it's hypocritical. ”

“Oh, hypocrisy can't be talked about, you and I have never met, caution is also in reason. However, Daoyou can rest assured that there is no malice in inviting you to pass through the province. Instead, there is something to ask for. It is also an opportunity for Daoyou. Before Taoist friends, four Hokkaido St. came to visit my people, and six other Hokkaido St. were deported because of their malice towards my people. Daoyou is the eleventh North Heaven Saint to come here... this way please! ”

“Slowly, before going to the bottom of the spring, Ning has one more question to ask. ”

“What's the problem, Daoist, but no problem.” The Seven Swords old man smiled again.

“Daoyou Dao's Nine Swords, why did you carry only seven swords behind you...” Ning Fanta said deeply.

“It's a long story, when we lost two swords to deal with the invasion and sanctification, now there are only seven swords left, it's always difficult to make up...” said the old man of the seven swords.

“So that's it.” Ningfan nodded, seemingly endorsing the statement of the Seven Swords old man.

Deep down, however, some caution arose about the seven swordsmen.

This person did not tell him the truth...

Nine swordsmanship practiced by the Nine Swordsmen was actually seven true and two false. From the beginning, there were only seven solid swords, and the other two were magical swords that were not normally visible.

The Nine Swords and the Seven Swords are about this man's divine secrets. He doesn't want to tell them that it is normal, but deliberately fabricating a lie is a little too much.

This person treats him hypocritically. Neither sincere nor improbable will there be any other calculation...

“Well, the enemy is a friend. Take a trip to the bottom of the Spirit Springs and see for yourself... Green Spirit, has she really been here...”

…

In the ordinary state of Ningfan, it is extremely difficult to dive into the bottom of the fountain with a chaotic atmosphere.

Of course, if he opens Vancouver and is accompanied by other means, he will not necessarily be able to do so.

However, Nine Swordsmen were not exposed in front of Nine Swordsmen. Instead, Nine Swordsmen were assisted.

The two of them dived all the way and chatted all the way. Ningfan only learned this. Turns out the bottom of the Fountain of the Ancestor Springs this month lived the Green Lotus Sword Nation.

Ding Feng, only a thousand people are missing, everyone is a sword spirit identity.

For some reason, the Sword Spirit of this ethnic group cannot leave the Moon Ancestor Springs, and will die once it is out of chaos; similarly, in chaos, their swordsmanship power tends to far exceed their own realm, powerful, once to return those who intend to be here in the northern heavens.

They are creatures living in chaos, and chaos is like water to fish, air to mortals, no harm to them.

If such outsiders are not allowed to enter the land of chaos, they must be cautious. In order to help Ningfan dive into the bottom of the fountain, the Nine Swordsmen had to convey a great deal of sword power to protect Ningfan's surroundings.

I don't know how long I've been diving, the moonlight currents of water suddenly make a fuzzy song.

The song somehow began and seemed to melt with the moonlight.

The song was infinitely missed, and it was a woman's voice.

That voice sounds so familiar, distinguished by the voice of... Sword Joe.

The only thing that disappointed Ning Fan was that the song was not a language commonly used in the realm of cultivation, but a language somewhere, so he didn't understand it very well and could only hear it implicitly. It was a very sad song.

“Seven plums of snowflakes fly,

We wait for those who wander,

For whom is the song of the month?

I woke up in the middle of the night.

Tears stained red with candlelight,

Butterfly, fly, go far away... ”

I don't understand...

Those slang words, I prefer not to understand a word, but I still have mood in my heart, can't waver.

Through this song, he seemed to see the mountain, saw the running water, saw an ancient woman sitting at the top of the mountain, touched a cold sword with her fingers, watched the morning moon alone for 10 years, waited for one person to come...

“Does Daoist understand the moon language of the wild ancient fairy domain? You might want to tell the alley what this song is about. Pokémon listened to the song for countless years, but never knew what it meant.” Nine Swordsmen Accident Road.

“Daoist misunderstood, I know nothing of this language. It turns out that this is the moon language of the Aristocratic Immortal Domain, and this is the first time I've heard of it...” I'd rather be immersed in a song, for a moment.

“Why is that friend sad...” The Nine Swordsmen still have some disbelief.

Preferably, he shook his head and suddenly heard the surrounding song disappear, suddenly disappearing.

“This song is here, and it has been around for an infinite number of years, and will only appear on the moonlight of the tide. If Taoist wants to hear it again, just wait until the next tide...” Jiu Jianduo answered.

“So that's it. ”

I'd rather nod my head and collect all my emotions.

He became more certain that the place was related to the sword ancestors. Otherwise, how could there be the sound of the sword ancestors' songs?

Dive, dive, dive.

I don't know how long I've been diving, but there's a huge shadow underneath.

It's a superficially uneven abandoned cultivator, sinking at the bottom of the fountain!

No, it's inaccurate to say that it's a reality star.

It's not the planet, it's... the moon that loses all its light!

That is the true moon, the dead moon, sunk here, how many children are unknown!

“The moon! There's a moon in the fantasy world!” I'd rather be surprised.

The Sun and Moon is the first time Fan has ever seen an entity, can't you be surprised!

Though it is only a moon that has been dead for many years, it has had a full impact on Ningfan.

The Green Lotus Sword Nation is built on this abandoned moon.

On the surface of the moon, countless dead trees rose. Those dead trees seemed to be the root stems left behind after the giant lotus apoptosis. The Green Lotus Sword clan used dead trees as its cave. Everyone absorbed the moon, lotus, and chaotic atmosphere to practice here. At first sight, outsiders came, they were all shocked. Once again, Ning Fan was accompanied by his elder, and another relaxed.

A whisper.

“Is there another guest here? This is the fifth Quasi-Sancestor who has successfully arrived in our clan...”

“This person doesn't seem to have the first four strong people, but he needs the help of his elders to dive to the bottom of the fountain...”

“I don't know if this person can help my people, completely inherit the sword ancestry...”

I'd rather hear the whispers of the sword spirits here than care.

His eyes were drawn to a mountainous lotus.

It is a lotus that has been dead for countless years, on which lotus seeds have long been removed.

There are traces of wind-dried blood on the dried lotus. That is... the blood of Sword Joe...

On the dry lotus pond, there is an ancient sword wound striking astonishment, there is still an indescribable sword retained today...

“Has she been injured here? ”

Ningfan had no reason to feel anger, such as the volcano awakening, erupting in his mind.

If he knows, who hurt her, if...

“The friendly eye actually recognized the natural green lotus of Jianzu from the thousands of dead lotus at a glance.” Jiujian Daoist praised.

“Blue Lotus?” I'd rather hide all emotions, faint.

“It is rumored that Jianzu has lost his life here, Green Lotus, for unknown reasons. The Blue Lotus is a unified gathering of Jianzu's ways. Although it has been destroyed, it is still of great value to our second monk...”

“Who ruined her Green Lotus Taoist system?” Fan asked suddenly.

“Er..." Jiu Jiandao man suddenly did not understand why Ning Fan asked this question, but in order to give Ning Fan a good time, still patiently replied, “There is no reason for this. We wait for the Green Lotus Swordmen to be the spirit of future generations. We do not know much about the ancient mysteries. We only know that this dead Lotus has the sword ancestors together.” Speaking of that whole family, the Taoists must have seen some of them. I, the Green Lotus, learned a little bit about swordsmanship from them...

Nine Swordsmen are getting excited, but once again they were interrupted by an unimaginable question, “Do you have her antiquities left here? ”

“Old things? Oh, since I haven't...” Jiu Jianduo's eyes glanced at me. I'd rather have this fantastic appetite. I wanted to ask Jianzu to stay here as soon as I met him.

Of course, there are ancient objects of sword ancestry left here, but all of them belong to the Green Lotus Sword clan, why give them to an outsider!

Even if this person seems to have some skills, he can use one or two, that's just using them, it's impossible to divide the other party's rewards too much!

“Really not, I hope Daoist doesn't lie to me...” Ningfan's eyes flashed with a cold light, threatening words.

“Oh, how could Taoist fool Taoist friends.” Nine Swordsmen smile on their faces, but their hearts are angry. How can he be treated with such a tone by a small demon clan? If he is unwilling to use value, he doesn't mind killing Ningfan this ancient demon!

“In that case, Daoist can say what you want.” Ningfan is cold and faint.

“If the alley sees well, Daoist should be an ancient demon. Without hiding from your friends, you need the help of some ancient demons to break the lotus and gain the ancestral power of your inner sword. No, to be precise, it needs to use the ancient demon's blood. After all, the demon blood is the purest of the demons. It is just what it takes to pour lotus pond... Daoyou wouldn't refuse my husband's request, would you? ”

Nine Swordmen are half smiling and half threatening.

His purpose was to borrow half of Ningfan's demon blood and pour the dead Blue Lotus!

But normal people, who use their own blood for other people? Especially with half the fine blood, the damage to oneself is considerable, and one has to hesitate.

The Nine Swordsmen were certain that Ningfan would not agree to the matter. If he disagreed, he said that he would not be forced to use some force to persecute Ningfan. This place is already a fountain. The atmosphere of chaos is so intense that it is unimaginable. As a Green Lotus Sword Spirit, the more powerful the atmosphere of chaos around him is; Ningfan is an outsider. Without his help or even his ability to live here, he will be wiped out directly by the atmosphere of chaos.

He had his own bottom gas and did not put Ningfan in his eyes, even if Ningfan suspected a quasi-sanctionary.

Had it not been for the process of instilling demonic blood, it would have required the blood of the ancient demons to guide them personally. Nine Swordsmen, even lazy to consider Ningfan's will, would have killed Ningfan directly to take blood.

“So that's what you're here for...”

Ningfan had long been wary of this person, so it was not surprising to notice that he had been plotted by the other party at this moment.

“As long as Daoyou gives half the demon blood and pours this lotus, whether this is done or not, the husband promises to let you go afterwards. And once it succeeds, my husband will split some swords and give them to Daoists! ”

“What if I refuse...”

“Oh, with all due respect, Taoist friends have come to the bottom of the fountain with their husbands, and there seems to be no room for rejection.” The Nine Swordsmen scorned.

“In that case, allow me to consider one, two...”

I'd rather not think about it.

He suddenly perceived some change in Shennong Baihua Garden, so he needed some time to review it.

He walked straight beneath the dry lotus and sat on the floor, dividing his heart into the Shennong Hundred Gardens, to see the change of the sword ancestral soul grass.

Somehow, after coming here, once the slow-growing sword ancestral soul grass, there was a trend to accelerate growth...

Is it true that the native green lotus that Sword Joe destroyed here is an excellent nourishment for his soul grass? Can you speed up the restoration of the ancestral spirit of the sword?

If that's the case, I can't say that he's going to fight with some Nine Swordsmen... if it helps her, it's sacrificing half of his demon blood, it doesn't matter...