Grasping Evil

In the power of the void, the figure of the people dissipated like light and shadow, and more than ten breaths of effort, the figure of the people, appeared in the bottom of the 100,000 feet.

The tomb of the bird, the underground world!

The entrance is dark, the four sides are boundless deserts, the sky is rainy and the air is dull, and within every thousand feet, there is an ancient black tower, engraving strange lines, with a slight fire, the underground world ,illuminate.

Out of the transmission array, Ning Fan immediately felt a chill, and came to the surface. Not cold, but chilling...

But what is strange is that in the yin and yang magic veins in the body, the mana flow rate is actually chilly, and it is doubled.

This means that the magic of cultivating magic here is at least twice as efficient as the outside world!

"This cold, some mysterious..."

Ning Fan made a slight chill, but when he swept away, the chill in his heart disappeared. Only, others are not as relaxed as he is.

Xue Qing took the initial repair of Jin Dan, and still trembled slightly under the cold. And the small paper crane and blue eyebrows, only melted into the spirit, more in the cold, hair cream.

"Where my brother, I am so cold..."

The paper crane whispered, this cold, she may not be able to bear it, just in front of Ning Fan, she loves to be spoiled.

"Stupid girl... According to the lord, the second layer of coldness will double the first layer, while the third layer will double the second layer again... you don't go down, practice here. Broken Dan Ding and this fire, stay, give you warmth, these remedies, you take it... I am with Xue Qing, go to the third floor to see..."

Ning Fan politely patted the paper crane dagger, took a storage bag, took out the broken Dan Ding, and then slightly indulged, took out the storage bag, several kinds of low-quality fire, thrown into the tripod. Then, the medicinal herbs that were defeated by Yan Yan were left to the paper cranes and other women.

These kinds of fires are all on the second product, and even three spirits are all given by the ancestors of Jingzhuo.

For Ning Fan, these fires are dispensable, and it is just right to warm the women.

He did not take out the black magic inflammation to warm up... One, the black magic fire is too violent, if Ning Fan is not there, the power of the demon sorcerer loses the suppression, there may be a change... Second, Ning Fan decided here , completely devour the black magic inflammation!

Devouring the black magic inflammation, into the practice of "Black Devil", the realm of Ning Fan, reaching half a step of Jin Dan, not difficult! Fire spells, the power will be even more horrible!

The coldness of this place is in line with one of the three conditions of engulfing black magic inflammation. The conditions of the exercises have also been met, and the heart is also fully prepared. Ning Fan decided to go down to the third floor of the tomb. One is to see the Dan Devil that Xue Qing said. Second, it is naturally to devour the black magic inflammation!

In the drizzle, Ning Fan and Xue Qing's figure, walking on the mud, go further and further. In the broken Dan Ding, a fire in the road, reflected in the paper crane and blue eyebrows, turned into a warmth, and thought of no evil, then staring at the broken Dan Ding, faintly feel a little familiar...

"This trip, I have seen... Where is it?"

...

On the first floor of the burial mound, there are no ghosts, and this chill is not able to cause a little damage to Ning Fan. The drizzle is not the same as that of the rain... Ning Fan walks in the rain curtain, gradually discovering the surrounding scenery, there is a hint of meaning.

Very light and very light...the meaning of the virtual god...

Feel the meaning of this silky god, Ning Fan could not help but remove the mana, let the rain, wet the robes.

"Master, this burial mound from the first to the ninth floor, all have rain, extremely cold, and also infiltrate people... it is best to protect themselves with mana..." Xue Qing respected.

"It doesn't matter... although the rain is cold, it is cold, but it has great benefits..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes and walked in the rain. The mood of rushing to the third floor was gradually diluted by the rain.

This rain seems to evoke memories of the heart and arouse people's sorrow. This is the monk above the **** of God, the magical power of God!

A scene of the past, the emergence of the present, and the state of mind, in the rain, at a speed that is invisible, this rain can nourish the heart...

He did not look at his face, but his heart gradually rose.

The ghosts of the upper ancestors of the ancestors, the repairs were so high, leaving the **** of rain, I do not know how many years passed, still not dissipated, but also nourish the hearts of the people.

The dense rain, in the moment of Ning Fan's quiet water, seems to condense into an old voice, ringing in Ning Fan's ears.

"Rain, born in the sky, died in the earth, the process of flowing in the middle is the life of the rain..."

This sentence, with a sigh, hidden in the meaning of the false **** of rain... When the heart of Ning Fan is like a water stop, I heard this sigh.

"well said!"

He took his footsteps, looked up and watched the rain! See the trajectory of the rain, think thoughtfully. After a while, revealing a strange smile, he walked quickly through the rain curtain.

"Xue Qing, let's go to the second floor and watch the rain!"

"Yes!"

On the first floor of the burial mound, there is no margin, but in one place, there is a huge pit, and the pit is dark and deep, which is the entrance to the second floor.

Ning Fan two people, jumped into the huge pit one after another, a feeling of weightlessness, suddenly appeared in the heart. Among the giant pits, it seems to be subject to some mysterious power, and it is forbidden.

The two are falling like a meteor, but below it is a rain pond with a big one. This rain pond, quite mysterious, the power of falling, tyrannical, but was blocked by the rain of the rain pond, suddenly disappeared.

The force of the ban was dissipated, and Ning Fan and Xue Qing continued to walk a few steps in the void, flying out of the rain pond and standing on the shore.

Around, it is still rainy and rainy, and it is surrounded by darkness, faintly flashing red eyes of the beast.

"The second floor of the grave, there are some spirit-level monsters... This place is not suitable for cultivation... Master, we go to the third floor quickly, don't entangle with these monsters..."

Xue Qing deeply looked at the darkness of the distance. Those gaze, I don’t know how many, and every gaze is a spiritual accomplishment.

Hundreds of spirit-level monsters shot together, even if it is Xue Qing, it is difficult to protect themselves... only escape.

But when you look closely, Xue Qing sees a trace of fear and jealousy from those beasts.

"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to come close... This rain pond, interesting... The rain of the graves, all from this rain pond... Here, the meaning of a rich and powerful god!"

Ning Fan's gaze always falls in the rain pond, but sees the rain pond of the thousand feet and sees the square. Not only does it rise in the rain, but also the qi transpiration, and the fairy cloud with a high aura is once again condensing the illusory shape.

His eyes swept over a fairy cloud... These fairy clouds, the heavenly form, each one, are engraved with two moiré, and each one is of sufficient quality to refine the celestial fairy cloud. Clouds, all illusory, are condensed for a moment to dissipate...

And suddenly, his eyes are condensed!

Among all the illusory fairy clouds, there is only one, condensed and not scattered!

This cloud seems to be the rainwater rainstorm that has spawned for many years. Why did it not condense, and Ning Fan did not know. The other fairy clouds, the reason why they are broken, is the cloud, which takes away the cloud and uses it to promote the cloud on the cloud.

"Four patterns of fairy clouds... and the high quality of the cloud, compared to the white clouds, are only high or low... If you can get this cloud..."

Ning Fan’s heart is slightly moving. The cultivation of 遁 , , , , , , 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙Rare!

He took a step forward and re-boarded the rain pond to take the clouds in the distance. Just stepping out in a step, I suddenly think of something, and my life is collected.

No, the cloud won’t take it by itself... There is something to help this cloud, taking away the clouds of other fairy clouds... above the rain pond, what is hidden...

Ning Fan's thoughts, quietly sneak into the rain pond, immediately, a little bit of cold power, let his gods read, all frozen for it! Under the horror of a glimpse, Ning Fan is more like seeing a shadow of a beast from within the rain pond...

He was shocked, and his thoughts had condensed swords, but he was still frozen... Under the rain pond, what kind of beasts were hidden, so cold.

And that monster, is it... Yuan Ying-class monster? !

This cloud can't be won... Although the treasure is precious, it must be enjoyed.

He closed his eyes and looked at Xue Qingdao, "Go, go to the third floor..."

"Can't go..." Responding to Ning Fan's is Xue Qing's voice of bitter laughter.

But see the hidden monsters in the dark, one by one, and came out. Hundreds of monsters, all of them are spiritual level repairs, one by one weird, devilish, white, four-legged, **** one-horned, a long tail, like a cold long whip, with a barb.

"Rain beast?"

Ning Fan is slightly different, this monster, seems to have only appeared in the ancient times, I can't think of it, I can see some here.

It’s just that there are more rain beasts, but Ning Fan is not afraid... his sword knows the sword, and the best thing is to deal with the enemy of the cluster. As long as there is no Golden Dan intermediate monster among these rain beasts, there will be more, and it will be futile...

A glimpse, Ning Fan’s eyes are cold, and he is trying to display his sword, but he has changed!

But seeing the inside of the rain pond, a misty god, looming, and all the rain beasts, after feeling this god, the eyes are red and scattered, and the sly screams are like a good person. Scattered.

This **** thought has reached the strength of the mid-Yang Ying, Xue Qing did not feel it, but Ning Fan felt a trace.

His eyes gazed at the rain pond, and he was more convinced that there was something powerful in the rain pond...

Curious... but Ning Fan, will not be stupid to explore one or two. Curiosity, the most important thing in the realm of comprehension!

"Go gone?! Master, what have you done!"

Xue Qing is puzzled. Just now, the rain beasts have to launch attacks, but when Ning Fan’s eyes are cold, they have fled.

Xue Qing will naturally deny the merits of the rain beast and return it to Ning Fan. It is also more respectful to Ning Fan.

"Nothing to do... Go to the third floor, this place should not stay for a long time."

Ning Fan's gaze was undetectable, with taboos, and he glanced at the rain pond and covered the rainy rain. The two rushed to the third floor of the grave.

After Ning Fan left, there was a voice of dissatisfaction among the girls in the rain pond.

"The old man, the last time was not scared away, how come this time again...and this human...just what he wants to cast, how do I feel that he will kill all the 'rain baby' in a flash? ...hey, he just looked at me like 'Cloud Sister', I don’t care... they went to the third floor... Do you want to scare them... oh... ”

After the girl smirked, a blue ice light was shot from the rain pond and there was no shadow.