Grasping Evil

(Thanks to the reward of the blue enchantress, updated nearly 20,000 words every day, can not make up for the update... but happy ah)

The world of the grave, the ninth floor.

Endless, it is the forest of the giant trees, and above the forest, a slight drop of fine rain.

At this point, the dry skin is finally loose.

"Escape here, it's safe... every giant tree here is the avatar of the old man." The number of avatars is more than 100,000..."

The words of the meditation are comfort and warning. Let Ning Fan not worry about the chasing of the snake scales, and let Ning Fan understand that when he enters here, it is best to rule the law for the beaks. Otherwise, a giant wood **** here can have a life for Ning Fan. , posing a great threat.

"Start the treatment at a fast speed... I suppress the toxic method, the time is almost up..."

Ning Fan does not move, and the threat to the meditation is not in his heart.

His eyes swept through the drizzle on the ninth floor of the grave, and immediately closed his eyes.

Here, the drizzle, no special features, is no different from the ordinary rain curtain of the mortal world. But Ning Fan’s **** of rain has a lot of understanding. He can see that the ninth floor of the grave. It should have no rain. This rain is a change of mind.

It has nothing to do with mana, it has nothing to do with spells... just by God, from heaven and earth, it calls for rain.

The meaning of the vain god, the cultivation to the extreme, can change the law of heaven and earth... And at the time of Taikoo, the rumor has a demon ancestor, and it is a unique understanding of the law.

When you close your eyes and eyes, you can change day and night.

The immortal can turn the stone into gold, can be turned into a god, and change the autumn to spring... All of this has a great relationship with the meaning of the virtual god.

Of course, the generalized monk monk, even if he initially understands the meaning of the virtual **** and integrates his own path, may not be able to change the laws of heaven and earth.

Changing the law requires a great magical power... When the **** of the gods feels the **** of the rain, it is extremely high-level, and it has long been a master of the true fairy stream. Therefore, it is possible to leave a line of words and words, and to spread it in the rain.

The ninth floor of the burial mound, no rain, but in that year, a black old man, just a word, urging the rain of the gods, let the ninth floor of the grave, gave birth to rain.

"I let you rain, you have to go... this is the order."

This sentence, all the heroic dry clouds, turned into a plain tone, but domineering ... because this sentence, is the **** of the gods, to the sky.

From the first to the ninth floor, Ning Fan has completely relived the journey of the Enlightenment of the God of the Year.

In his heart, he is deeply touched, and this kind of feeling will further promote Ning Fan and integrate his own rain.

There is no identical raindrop between heaven and earth, and there is no identical god. If you complete this step, Ning Fan can completely condense his mind when he is in the spirit...

Although it can't be used for a while...but it's just a sense of cohesiveness, so that you can envy the grotesque in the early days of countless gods.

Not every old blame can condense the meaning of the virtual god... Many of the early blame of the gods, for the rest of their lives, did not condense the gods, so they were stagnate in the early stage and never entered the country.

The state of mind is in the process of enlightenment, slowly sublimating.

Ning Fan, seems to be in the grave, ushered in its third transformation.

The first change is identity, and its identity is repaired.

The second metamorphosis is the means, and its means emerge in an endless stream and begin to become stronger.

And this time the change, I am afraid that the change is the state of mind.

Ning Fan's strength is far better than Bai Fei Teng's stream, and he is still weaker than the ghosts.

However, his heart, no matter how ruined by the ancient memory, is still a young heart, and there will inevitably be innocent.

This tenderness is reflected in the experience of life. His style of work can imitate the ancient emperor, but many things, not personal experience, as a bystander, can never be understood.

It is as if many years ago, Ning Fan looked up and looked forward to the gods flying on that day, thinking that the gods were carefree. Nowadays, the life of the gods is no different from the mortal. It is still an alternation of sorrow and joy, and it is still necessary to work harder and harder, and to fight for a future...

He closed his eyes slightly and realized the sensation of this sensation, but in his arms, the stunned little girl, the bird, suddenly and timidly, a trace of black blood, overflowing from the corner of his mouth, revealing a trace of pain in his eyebrows.

"Her toxicity has gone on... I am going to a place in the sea of ​​fire... These panacea are also ready as soon as possible... I am going to take medicine for her!"

Ning Fan looked dignified. He took a storage bag and took out a jade slip. He gave the name of some elixir under the brand and gave it to the sin.

"You must cure her..." Cheng Luo solemnly said.

"Ok."

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The ninth floor of the Tomb, a land of extinction, is an extinct volcano. The reason why it became an extinct volcano is because of the volcano, lying on the back of a huge skeleton of 90,000 feet.

The bones of Taikoo!

This bone, exudes the unique yin and cold power of the genus, so that a good volcano is born, and the life is extinguished. The power of yin and cold spread throughout the nine layers of the tomb, making the burial mounds rainless. Out of the valley of the birds, let the ghosts fall inside, chilly, suitable for cultivation.

This remains, extraordinary... But at this moment, Ning Fan obviously has no thoughts to look at the remains.

He carried more than ten kinds of eternal elixir, embraced the insignificant little loli, and dwarfed it, staying on the crater, looking at the depths of the volcano, the faint hot magma, and the slight scalp numb. After a slight hesitation, the black magic inflammation spread out, turned into a flame hood, wrapped around the body, and jumped into the crater.

The flame here, the fire power is afraid to reach the level of the four spirits fire, only a lower level than the earth's demon fire. If Ning Fan has not swallowed the black magic inflammation, never dare to enter this place!

The reason why we come here, everything, is only to suppress the poisonous body of the bird. The poisonous poison is derived from the tail feathers of the Taikoo, and this poison is very good for ordinary people. It is a good thing to improve the cultivation of the bird, but it is a pity that in the time of the help of the genus The poisonous poison is suppressed by the Wannian elixir again and again, and the power is even more powerful when it takes power. ,

With the golden dragon mana of Minque, it is absolutely impossible to refine this toxic and poisonous... However, if there is a help from Ning Fan, the result is not yet known.

In order to suppress the smoldering of the smoldering cold, it is necessary to come to the lava field, and to warm up the fairy veins of the small body by the warmth of the fire.

Within the volcano, the dark blue magma, tumbling with bubbles, exudes the heat of the face, this heat, for Ning Fan, is somewhat unbearable, but blows to the Mingque, but turned into a sense of comfort and warmth.

"Warm...warm..." The stupid bird, opened his eyes, and showed a sweet smile to Ning Fan. She realized that Ning Fan was going to treat her. She is full of affection for this big brother who gave her a cake.

"Is it just warm?"

Ning Fan is thinking about the color. The place is so hot that even he can't stand it, but for Minchen, it's just warm.

Before the Mingque's little hand, even dare to countless Danding's hot, directly into the Dingzhong, take the medicinal herbs by hand... All this should not be the power of the yin and cold, giving her the ability.

"The body of Dan Devil..."

Ning Fan reveals his gaze, and he understands the physique of Mingque.

Mingque, indeed, is indeed a demon, and it is still a five-transfer medicinal medicine.

It is only this Dan Devil, the place where it was born, is the ninth floor of the Tomb, which is next to the remains of the Taikoo. It seems that when the Dan Deer gained spirituality, he was nourished by the bones of the bird and produced a variation.

At this moment, the bird can be said to be a very high quality medicinal herb. It can also be said that it is a monster that only has the opportunity to promote the royal family to the ancient bird... According to Xue Qing’s statement, The time when the bird was completely transformed was between thousands of years.

Dan Mo, is the body of medicinal herbs, is a refinery made from Dan Ding, and the five-transfer medicinal herbs, refining the fire of this dan, must not be less than five products... after heavy fire calcination, Formed into Dan, the formation of the magic... small Mingque, naturally can not be afraid of the flame. She was born in the flame.

Just, letting Ning Fan care is a problem... The birth of Xiao Mingque is God’s will, or, man-made...

If it is God's will, then it will be. If it is man-made...the body of the Dan Devil, it is integrated into the soul of the royal family... One day, the small Mingque is improved, and its Dan drug rank is also improved, even because it contains the soul of the royal family. The order will reach the point where the true fairy is moving...

If Mingque, it is a true fairy, artificially created... then this true fairy, maybe one day, will come back to take away the yin medicine of Mingque...

That immortality is only speculation, I don’t know if it exists, but Ning Fan’s only certainty is... If this person really exists, it’s not a god.... From the **** of the gods, you can see this character. .. This person is a person who kills and decisively, walks his own way, and is arrogant and arrogant. It will not cost a lot of money, and it takes countless years on a Dan magic.

With the character of the **** of the gods, what kind of immortality you want, you should... go directly to grab!

The fairy tale... The demon forest... The demon forest, is the seal of the **** of the gods, and it is not the place where the gods are placed. Ghosts, there are others!

If you are a ghost-bearing person, will it be possible to raise one in the grave of the sacred bird, Dan Devil!

The mind turned a hundred turns, but in the end, Ning Fan shook his head... everything is speculation, the unpredictable truth... For the present, the first cure for the bird is first.

In the face of the unconscious Mingque, Ning Fan looked at the ancient well without waves, gently untied his black skirt, one by one, to remove the clothes.

Immediately, revealing a petite naked body. The girl of seven or eight years old has almost no difference with her boy. If this can cause Ning Fan’s evil thoughts, it is really against the sky...

Ning Fan has no side to heart, take out a jade bowl, put a strain of Wannian elixir in a bowl and grind it into a liquid... Grinding the liquid, exerting the potency, even one-tenth of the alchemy is not enough, pure waste However, there is no time for the right, but Ning Fan has no time, but refining the five-way medicinal herbs to save lives. Although the drug solution is poor, but the amount is large, it is enough to use.

Pick up some thick and creamy liquids between the fingers, outline the mysterious patterns, and apply them on the tender body of the bird.

The little girl who is unclear, feels the fingers of Ning Fan, actually touching herself, in her mind, a picture of the spring palace that does not belong to her own memory, leaps into the heart and makes her face panic.

"This, what is this... why are these sisters not wearing clothes..."

That inexplicable memory, I do not know where to come from, let the little girl feel overwhelmed.

Gradually, she faintly felt that it was extremely inappropriate for her body to be touched by Ning Fan.

"Cake brother... Don't touch here... No... I will have a lot of little babies..." The groggy Mingque, with a small face and a red face, with a cry.

"You are a little girl, who taught you these messy things... Is it a sin?"

Ning Fan brows, with a seven- or eight-year-old girl, there is no love for men and women... What makes him dissatisfied is that the meditation, watching the Zhengjing Jingjing, even for the old, does not respect, teaches some of the birds What are the messy men and women?

Otherwise, with a little girl, it is impossible to touch the body and blush.

Ning Fan, it’s really a strange blame... I’m a tree, and I don’t necessarily understand the things of men and women.

Everything is the memory of the ruin, passed down from the sinful poison, and gradually spread with the suppression of toxicity.

"No, don't... the brother of the cake, beg you, don't use that thing... poke me... I'm afraid of hurting..." Mingque stumbled.

"You want more! Little girl, don't think about it! Stop, let you sleep for a while."

Ning Fan shook his head helplessly, pointing at the Mingque show and letting him sleep.

Originally, for the detoxification of the Mingque, only 70% of the success rate was less than a big stir, the pattern was not perfect, and the success rate was lower.

The first step is to outline the hundred lines in the naked body of the bird, to imitate the hundred sacred veins, and to lead out the false poison in the fairy vein, and attach it to the body surface!

Ning Fan’s gaze, at first, did not have any hint of intent. He did not think about the things of men and women at all, but he was mixed up by the Mingque, and his heart was slightly weird... a Dan who lived for thousands of years and faintly understood men and women. Devil, is it a little girl...

When the fingertips outline the pattern, the girl’s pink spots are inadvertently crossed, and the heart immediately glimpses.

"Ning Fan, you can't do anything about animals... you are a demon, but not a beast!"

His heart secretly whispered himself, pressing down all the mourning, for a long time, the outline was outlined.

The faint Mingque, the long hair like a thin line, was placed on the undeveloped chest, and the pink skin gradually rose into a warmth, and it was suppressed.

However, the ques in the faint, the unclear memory in my mind, more and more...

"I am... the king of the ancient birds... my name... ‘Sang’...”

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