Grasping Evil

(Thanks to aa112562, Qingtian does not change the reward, Monday sent a message, next week is still streaking... want to cry without tears... but, continue more)

The old man of the meditation, separated a trace of the true soul and gave it to Ning Fan. And Ning Fan, with the old man of the Ming Dynasty, entered the sixth floor.

Pinning each other... If there is a small movement in the meditation, Ning Fan crushes the true soul and is seriously injured. If Ningfan repents, he will restore the meditation of the meditation and repair, and easily kill Ning Fan, even if Ning Fan, there is black magic inflammation!

Ning Fan, decided to detoxify the little girl Mingque... just for the sake of the heart.

However, after entering the sixth floor, Ning Fan immediately looked strange. Because, the old man, the stunned little bird, was stuffed into Ning Fan's arms.

"You hold her... I am going to deal with small things that don't last long... But pay attention to your hand, if you dare to touch her on the body, the old man, kill you!"

After the old man threatened a sentence, he no longer cares about Ning Fan, and the momentum is full and sweeps across the square.

One by one, the smashing monsters, only seeing the breath of the attack, but they can't see the whereabouts... The speed of the smoldering beast is too fast, and it is almost impossible to recognize...

This monster, repaired as a smoldering, one has been dissatisfied with the sin, if the Mingque is sober, it is still easy, big eyes and black light flash, immediately let all the monsters obey the post... But the deterrent power of the These refining evil beasts are obviously not as good as the birds.

Fortunately, the old man in the Ming Dynasty is a good old man. It is a scum, and some means, since it is not a sacred demon beast can match, after several attacks, these monsters can not easily eat Ning Fan, they are leaving.

Everything is in the eyes of Ning Fan and turned into a little thought.

His hand, the method of holding the princess, swaying the tiny body of the Mingque, the reason why Ning Fan is going to hug, naturally, because the singer has to make a hand to deal with the enemy.

To cure the bird, you need a safe environment, and you need a lot of panacea... the medicine in the kit is not enough. Therefore, Ning Fan still had to go to the ninth floor of the grave. Prior to this, Ning Fan had to use the mysterious medical technique passed down by the ancients to temporarily seal the devil's poison and rush to the ninth floor.

Embracing the girl, Ning Fan’s heart, there will be no mourning... A girl of seven or eight years old said that Ning Fan’s cultivation has “Yin and Yang Change”, but there is no heart, he will not have a child. Born to desire. I care about the old man, and he thinks that the human race is too ugly.

The battle between the sacred and the sacred beasts is silent and silent, but there are no traces of the sacred, but there are a lot of woods everywhere, burning and ruining, ice, mountain and river collapse, the wilderness cracks hundreds of miles...the sound of the bang, not Absolutely!

At this level of fighting, Ning Fan did not care, his mind, all immersed in the rain of the sixth floor of the grave.

The sixth layer of rain, a drop, not icy, but extremely sharp, like a sword mang... no drop of rain, it seems to be the sword of the gas... This means, not a simple sword for the rain, mysterious In the spirit of the rain...

Ning Fan listened to the sentence of the **** of the gods. In the same year, the **** of the gods was on the sixth floor. He moved the murderous machine and raised the heart of vengeance... Therefore, the rain of this layer was infected by his murderousness, and the **** of rain that the **** of the gods realized. It also began to merge with its murderous.

"To kill with the heart, to kill the sword, to the sword into the rain, to kill the rain... This is the sixth layer, the sentiment of the god."

Ning Fan fainted his words and did not follow the sentiment of the **** of the gods to blend the meaning of the rain.

He realized a sense of rain, but if you want to truly master the magical powers, you need to integrate God's will with your own path!

This rain of killing is the way of the **** of the gods, but it is not the way of Ning Fan!

But just watching it, it is quite a reference...

The sixth floor of the tomb, began to be extremely vast, driving the fairy clouds, at least hundreds of thousands of miles flying ... At this point, only a giant pit appeared, and the Luo Luo, finally relieved.

He fell to the seventh floor of the cemetery, and Fang Yi broke into the crater. Immediately, there was an old man who was exactly the same as the singer. He came to the sky, and after a glimmer of light, he did not enter the body. Two for one!

A glimpse, the momentum of the glory, suddenly climbed!

In the middle of the refining, the late stage, the peak, the first and the second, the second and the third, have been climbing to the fourth, only to stop!

At this point, the Luo Luo Fang was relieved, cold and cold, "Well, to the seventh floor, the old man and the deity are united, and restored to the fourth strength of the broken, so, in the seventh layer of the grave, those broken A heavy, second heavy monster, for the old man, there is no threat... as long as the safety has passed the eighth floor of the burial mound, entering the ninth floor, they are all the world of the old man!"

Still Ning Fan holds the body of the bird, and now he is convinced that Ning Fan will not mourn the Mingque, his heart is loose, he began to concentrate, running mana, condensing his palm, seems to be brewing a spell.

There is not much explanation in the meditation, but Ning Fan can guess that the condensed spells of such a serious meditation, for sure, are certain old monsters on the eighth floor of the cemetery, and will launch a kill. . .

In order to save the bird, this old man is very hard. . . No, it is very desperate.

Under this circumstance, even if Ning Fan has the heart to help the old man and fight against the enemy together, he can't help the old man. The battle of broken spirits is not at all Ning Fan Yi Jie Rong can intervene...

His mission is to go to the ninth floor of the Tomb, and exert his full strength to save the Mingque. Before that, he had enough time to understand the rain on the seventh floor of the grave.

The fifth floor of the grave, ice and rain. The sixth floor, Jian Yu. The seventh floor is, thunderstorm!

The roaring thunder blew in the ear, and in the squally winds, the storms poured out and poured into the sky.

Such a violent voice made Ning Fan's heart sway, and he was infected by the sound of the rain and the unyielding war.

In the past, the **** of the gods must be here, and the spirit of God will go further, and by this, it will be cultivated as a great advance, and the war will be stirred up!

Its turbulent warfare is melted into the rain and the rain of the land is turned into the rain of thunder!

"The land is thundering, it is going to rain, I want to kill!"

Resounding in the ear is just the declaration of the **** of the gods, the legacy of the rain, the declaration of a war!

Ning Fan opened his eyes and thought about it.

On the fifth floor, the **** of the gods knows the meaning of the rain. On the sixth floor, the meaning of the killing is in the rain. On the seventh floor, the battle is intended to be in the rain... On the eighth floor, what kind of thoughts will be incorporated. Enter the rain!

This answer has not plagued Ning Fan for a long time, because in the seventh layer of the burial mound, the singer drives the celestial cloud, and if it enters the uninhabited territory, it will take a short time and half an hour, and it will leap into the range of a million miles. The giant pit leading to the eighth floor!

The first and second heavy, the second monster, did not dare to block one or two. The virtual world, each re-construction, is a world of difference... to repair the first monster, killing the first monster! Kill the second monster, just three palms!

Through the thunderstorm world, the eighth layer of cemetery, its rain, for the first time let Ning Fan gaze.

The rain here is no different from the first, second and fourth floors of rain. It’s just flowing calmly, like a calm ocean.

But in the ocean, there must be boundless indomitable meaning, otherwise, this rain, why is it, from the ground, to the sky!

The eighth floor of the grave, the rain against the sky!

You don't need to listen to the sentiment of the **** of the gods, and you can see the scene closely, and the heart of Ning Fan will be a glimpse.

He recalled the oath of the **** of the gods, this vow, on the eighth floor, became true!

"The deity must let this rain, born in the earth, fighting in the sky, not living forever!"

Ning Fan gently exhaled a breath, the eighth layer of the rain of the gods, for Ning Fan, the perception is not too big.

The monks he faced, one by one who succumbed to fate, even the so powerful characters of the old devil were all teased by fate, and Ning Fan himself never raised his heart.

But the **** of the gods is different. This person dared to dare to do it. He vowed in the grave, and fought four days in the fairyland. Now, I am afraid that I have already fulfilled my wish in the four days of the fairyland.

This person has the courage to go against the sky!

Ning Fan holds the bird in his arms, but his eyes are slowly closed... His heart is originally a persistent, infinitely magnified, that persistent, no matter what, no sensational Dan! This silk obsession, everyone will have, but can be obsessed, cultivated into their own way, rare!

Ning Fan, in the journey of the **** of the gods, asks his own heart and realizes his own way.

"I, no sensation!"

His heart, the moment of the words, immediately, a mysterious sentiment, and the fusion of the rain, the original step of the seemingly impossible to complete the fusion of God began to appear!

God's will, it has merged! ?

Ning Fan opened his eyes with a slight shock. However, he did not have time to think about the changes in the body. In the distance, several voices that roared in the air were already approaching!

Three broken, two third, one fourth, and looked at the glory, a hateful look!

"Hey, Ming Luo, your granddaughter, seems to be in trouble... Do you want a few old husbands, help me!"

An old man with a snake scale, yin and yang sneer. Its snakes, staring at the bright bird in Ning Fan's arms, licked his tongue.

Help is fake, killing is true!

The snake-scale old man’s eyes sank, and immediately, a weird demon, with the power of the soul, explored the sea of ​​Ning Fan.

Demon! Only the demon family can cultivate the soul form!

"This doll is good, it is better to take it by the way!"

This old blame is a snake-shaped monster, and the demon is tyrannical and strange. He directly avoids the body of the sin, invades into the body of Ningfan, tries to invade the sea of ​​Ningfan, and wins the body of Ningfan. Incarnation.

The color of the dynasty changed greatly, and it was impossible to see the old snakes in front of the eyes. The demon was stronger than himself. He directly crossed himself and sneaked into Ning Fan.

Ning Fan... The heart of the mind is complex. He wouldn't want to die, but at least, before saving the Mingque, he wouldn't want to do anything.

If Ning Fan is successfully won by the snake scales, he will die... so, who else can save the bird!

He has an anxious gaze, his heart is dark, Ning Fan has a sword-reading method, and most of them know the sea and condense the sword. I don’t know if this is a sword, and it’s not strong. If it can resist the snake scales, the old man will take a moment and a half. It’s good... I’m delaying for a moment, I’m going to know the demon in the sea and crush it!

His palms, which have been brewing for a long time, are put away, and they are pointing to Ning Fan’s eyebrows, trying to race against time and dispelling the old man’s choice.

But on the side of the two broken three-fold monsters, they were not idle. When the snake-scale old man took the place of Ning Fan, the two of them left and right, pinching the sin, forcing him to withdraw his palm.

"Snake! You don't want to bully too much! This child, no matter what, you can't kill you!"

"Hey, how about bullying you! Kill him, how! Xiong Kun, Tiger, you two, stop the sin, wait for the old man to take this, and make this child into an incarnation, and then help you." .."

The snake scales old man, sneer, did not take the opportunity to be a good thing, as one thing.

If you are a human being, you dare to enter the eighth floor of the tomb. Here, even if it is the broken master of the outside rain hall, you dare not enter... this kid is really tired!

Originally, the snake scales old man would not put the Rongling junior into his eyes, but he saw that the sacred road was extremely protective to Ning Fan, and it was found that Ning Fan had great use for the meditation. Extremely good to kill, kill this son, mess with the heart of the world, and then kill the sin, easy!

But his thoughts have just arrived here, and immediately, on the mind of God, there is a tear that is painful and painful.

"what!"

The snake scales old man screamed, showing a horrifying look, screaming Ning Fan!

He took one-third of the power of the soul into the sea of ​​Ning Fan, and used it to win. He thought he was more than enough.

However, as a result, the power of the soul that did not enter Ning Fan’s knowledge of the sea was actually smashed by a sharp and suffocating sword.

"This is... this is a sword... No, even if it is a sword, it should not have such power... You are concentrating on the sword of the sword, what is the sword..."

"You don't need to know... the old man, what are you waiting for! Hands-on!"

Ning Fan’s eyes flashed, and he knew by sword that he smashed the third of the snake scales, but he suffered some injuries... This hatred, Ning Fan wrote down!

From the old scales of the snake scales, he took up Ning Fan, and when he screamed, the two broken third monsters had not reacted to what happened. Only the glory, faintly guessed, Ning Fan did not know what the strange means, the dark scales of the snake scales.

Wherever Ning Fan urged to start, when the situation was reversed, he immediately seized a chance to win the mana that had been brewing for a long time, gathered in the palm of his hand, and shot it in one palm!

One is full of huge dead wood giant palms, and the old three of the snake scales are crushed down, with the horrific pressure of sweeping the heavens and the earth.

The three people were caught off guard and immediately defended their efforts. At this juncture, the Silo immediately drove the fairy cloud, and rushed through the crater of the ninth floor.

On the ninth floor of the Tomb, there is a fairy bone, and there are 100,000 avatars of the sacred tree!

There, it is the realm of the hegemony... Do not say that the old man and the snake do not dare to enter, even if it is a true fairy, enter this place, but also peel off the skin!

Even in the 100,000 miles, the gods of the dynasty read back and saw the three old men who had already lost their snake scales. They suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, looking at Ning Fan, for the first time, there is a sense of importance to this child.

This son, actually counted to the fourth heavy old blame... Whether it is out of the snake or not, Ning Fan is proud enough.

"Kid, old man, owe you a person..."

"Is it..." Ning Fan took a storage bag and took several healing remedies. His face was slightly better.

He concealed the old man of the snake scale, purely for self-protection, but since the singer decided that he owed Ningfan human feelings, Ning Fan would not be stupid to deny.

The ninth floor of the grave, not far away.

...

The giant palm is the palm of the hand, and it is very powerful. The three broken old **** joined forces to pick up, and they still used their various means to turn off their power and crush the giant palms.

Two broken third monsters, each of them is embarrassed... This palm, it can be seen that the power of the singer is tyrannical. It seems to be a mistake to rely on the third person's third strength to provoke the glory.

The old snake scales, the face is gloomy.

He was prepared to bring people to Yin, but he couldn't think of it. Not only was he a young man, he was awkward, he hurt his soul, but he was also swayed by the palm of his hand, and he was hurt by the soul...

"Hate! Chasing, chasing, chasing! Can't let them run, especially, can't let the savage race run away!"

The heart of the snake-scale old man hates Ning Fan, and even stronger than the hatred of the singer.

It’s just that the dying has long since escaped, and the old snakes are even wounded, and how can they catch up.

"Hateful! This is the old man, the first major humiliation!"

Before the crater leading to the nine-story burial mound, the old snake-snake screamed with a heartache.