Grasping Evil

"The refining technique is really tyrannical... If I lighten it faster, if my refining technique is stronger, it will not be difficult to kill a sword. This is the way of fighting the ancient gods!"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly hot. In the memory of the ancient times, the demon of the body, the magic of a hole in the moon, is everywhere!

After receiving the body of the law, Ning Fan gently exhaled a breath, received a giant sword, and opened his mouth again, squirting the star-shaped form of the flying sword.

He looked at Bai Zun lightly, while Bai Zun, his face was gloomy, faintly instinctively feared, and stepped back half a step.

Hey...just before the sword and sword touched, the battle of force breaking the law, let Bai Feiteng, chill!

He meditated on his heart, swept his heart and feared, and restored his usual cold and proud expression.

"I still have a million souls, I still have a 'purple ice cream', I have used a broken magic beads, he can no longer use the refining technique to steal me, I will not lose!"

On the face of Bai Zun, once again, there is great pride and self-confidence. Although it is actually a lot weaker than before, it falls in the eyes of Ning Fan. For the first time, it has paid some attention to Bai Zun.

No matter how much this person is, after all, it is a strange old man who has lived for hundreds of years, but his mood is extremely calm. And myself, if the only thing is not as good as Bai Feiteng, I am afraid it is the state of mind... The devil... I have not been guilty of my heart, I have not settled in Jin Dan, and my mind has finally lost the white glory.

However, fighting is not a weakness, but a strength! Take out your strongest school and spell out a result. Everyone is ignorant, "Poetry", "Book", "Li" and "Easy" are all learned. As a result, they can master a few, and there are several, can be used later.

Hidden, Ning Fan's state of mind, once again raised a trace, before the loss of their own strength, swept away.

"I can defeat the enemy, it is strong! Even, my mood is not as good as him, the practice is not as good as him, the age is not as good as him!"

The change of Ning Fan's vision, the improvement of his mood, the unclearness of the monk, and the monks of Jin Dan are all known. This is a sign of a breakthrough in the state of mind.

This son, actually broke through the state of mind in the fighting law... This sub-qualification is enchanting!

Only Bai Feiteng, the eyelids wrinkled, seems to restore the previous mood, can not understand the singularity of the people.

"Looking at the mystery! This time, the old man will not give you the opportunity to practice refining... The old man will let you know, the horror of the soul!"

He looked a sinking, took a storage bag, took out a **** red soul, and the brilliance of the brilliance, suffocating, rushing. On the other hand, it was said that the ghosts of the gods were crying. I really don’t know how many people killed Bai Zun’s life, and they all earned income within the soul.

This soul is out, countless strange eyes glance... Bai Zun actually used the strongest magic weapon in the second face, and the soul! In the face of a young man, he did his best!

Then, Bai Feiteng’s old face hesitated, and immediately took out a black heavy armor and put it on his body.

"This is the spirit of the Jin Xuanfeng peak class, the mysterious heavy armor! The effect can defend the Jindan mid-term monk full attack..."

One by one, the old gaze is shrinking, and especially the old enemy of Bai Zun, the elder of Songfeng, is a fist, and his eyes are deep.

"White old man, you still have this spiritual costume... If you have a decisive battle in the past, you have this thing, the old man, you will be defeated in your hands... you are really, hidden..."

After taking out the souls of the souls, Xuanzhongjia, and Bai Feiteng, they really settled down. This is his card. He has already used his old face and used his cards. If he still fights, he will be able to find a piece of tofu and die!

He sneered at Ning Fan, but he did not see the expected color of jealousy from the eyes of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s gaze only faintly sweeps through the two magic weapons of Bai Zun, revealing disdain.

"Thousand souls 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 万 万 万 万 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 幡 万 万 万The spirit of the dress, from Yu Xuan, are only a line... Unfortunately, broken, not difficult!"

In the eyes of Ning Fan, there is no feeling of **** spurt, no tension, and some are only calm. Wang Yao can give him crisis and tension, but Bai Zun is not enough.

"You are off the court now, still have time..."

Ning Fan's tone is indifferent, but falling in Bai Zun's ear is undoubtedly the laughing stock of Tianda.

"The next game? The old man has used the magic weapon, but also the end of the game, ridiculous! Without refining, you are nothing!"

Bai Feiteng shakes the soul of the soul, countless ghosts and eyes hollow, mouth bleeding, dense as dark clouds, sullen crying, Chao Ningfan have drifted away.

These ghosts, the strength of each performance, only the seven layers of the pulse, the monks of the spirit, the monks of Jindan, killing a single, easy... but this soul, the characteristic is that it is inexhaustible!

Ten thousand ants can bite an elephant. Wan ghosts, can swallow the Buddha! If Ning Fan does not break the soul of the Lord, then it is dangerous...

The soul ritual, there is a master soul, dominates all the souls, is the soul of superb quality. Lu Ziqiao's refining soul, although there are many souls, but lacks the tyrannical main soul, the actual power is far less than the white fly.

The soul of the soul is not dead, the soul is inexhaustible... This is the real hardship of the soul, and the consumption will consume you.

And when the souls come out, you can't find out for a short time, which soul is the hidden soul. Even the main soul may be hiding inside the flag.

One by one, the old blame, looking at the soul of the soul, the scalp numb. The refining soul monk, the most difficult to entangle, to win the monk, the most difficult to kill ... and refining the soul monk, the more to the end, the more powerful. Ten thousand souls, millions of souls, thousands of souls, and... one billion souls!

The more the soul, the more the soul changes, the more powerful it is. It’s just that the killing sacrifice will be too much...

"This child, don't have to look at it..." Elder Song Feng closed his eyes and frowned. He had suffered a big loss under the white sacred soul, and naturally he was not optimistic about Ning Fan.

"It’s not a white statue... This soul, in the middle of Jindan, invincible!" Lu Ziqiao, who is already a disciple of the deacon, is hot. He is very proud, but for white respect, he is still the ultimate worship.

But immediately, a scream of ghosts came, let Song Feng open his eyes incredulously, and the old eyes stared at the battlefield!

However, seeing Ning Fan, he did not hide from the ghost, and even found the main soul.

It’s just a finger, and the sword is turned into an endless starlight, but it’s not flashing, but immediately, a ghost, a beginning of indiscriminate burning.

In an instant, the eternal soul, burned in half... The ordinary sorrow is still stunned, only instinctively fearful, and among them, an inconspicuous red child's soul, revealing a horrifying look toward the soul Can escape.

This child is the main soul. Because he is the only soul that retains spirituality!

"Destroy!"

Ning Fan’s eyes are fast, one finger is smashing away, and the flying sword is flashing, the child’s sword is in the shadow, and the soul flies away.

With the destruction of the Lord's soul, the white soul in the hands of Bai Zun, issued a magical sorrowful voice, filled with countless cracks, and a ghost, one after another began to burst, turned into a soul force, back to the flag.

The soul of the soul, the same power can be a big loss!

"No, no! The old man's soul, Ning Fan, you are too deceiving! 'Bingyang fall!'"

Bai Feiteng will put away the soul of the soul, and in the eyes, the purple light will appear!

But seeing his hands change, the sky above, the cold air, and instantly condensed a huge sun!

But this sun is made of ice, and it is still purple...

"Dan-class Chinese spells...Bing Yang fall! This technique is not the singularity of Yang Qing's old blame... The rumored Yang Qing grotesque, was killed by the enemy 100 years ago, the whereabouts of this surgery is unknown... It’s Bai Zun who died of this strange!"

"This purple gas... is four cold, purple tired frost!"

Faced with this technique, Ning Fan’s first thought in his heart raised a sense of oppression, even if it was only a small trace.

His eyes glanced, knowing that he wanted to get rid of this ice sun, I am afraid that only the use of black magic inflammation.

"With the dragon swirling fire, the second turn...breaking this ice sun, it is not difficult..."

Ning Fan's gaze was moving, but he wanted to practice, but he heard the inside of Dantian, the Yin and Yang lock, the long-lost mysterious woman, suddenly surprised.

"This is... purple tired of frost! Ning Fan, take this thing, this thing is great for my sister!"

"Take away? Break this frost, I can't grasp it, but take it away... Do you think that I am really a master of Yuan Ying? I can take things from Bai Feiteng..." Ning Fan smiled.

"I beg you... this thing is really important to my sister..." Mysterious woman, honored, for the first time, begged Ning Fan.

"This...But, I will help you, but, how to grab..." Ning Fan has a soft heart. This woman rescued him several times in times of crisis. Since this woman pleaded with herself, she could refuse.

If the mysterious woman has no way, then I will grab it on my own... Even if I reveal the card, it doesn't matter. When the card is out, it is easy to take away the frost!

"It's not that trouble... my sister has a way to **** this frost away and break this spell... you just need to rush into the ice sun..."

Rush into the ice sun!

Ning Fan's eyelids are picked, this is the Dan-class Chinese spell, and it is displayed in four colds. Four products are cold, and the weather is cold and cold, and it is only a line...

Should not believe this woman, take a risk...

"Please..."

"Only, once!"

Ning Fan’s eyes are decisive. If you rush into the ice yang, if you don’t see anything, then show your sorrow.

Must be seriously injured, but will not die... and believe this woman once, help her, and she is human!