Grasping Evil

Within the cemetery, Xiao Mingque holds a large bag of Dan Wan, and his eyes are slightly reluctant, looking at the direction above the nine layers of the tomb, and smashing out the gods.

In the past three months, Xiao Mingque has long since regained consciousness and always accompanied by black clothes to protect his law.

What she didn’t understand was that the black clothes were too cold and too cold to give her a smile. Just for the request of Xiao Mingque, the black clothes are still refining the Dan Pill, and the Mingque knows... Although the face is cold, the temper is still gentle.

"The cake brother is gone... these pies, I can’t bear to eat..."

In the small heart of Minque, I felt a little blocked, and the tears fell, and she suddenly panicked.

"Agong, how do I have pee in my eyes..." she eagerly said.

"Stupid girl, this is not peeing, this is tears... I miss someone, I miss you, I will cry, I miss a home, I miss my thoughts, I will cry..." The little old man, There is a lot of sigh in the eyes.

"Tears, what is that? What is missing? Home, what?" The heart of Minque, suddenly flashed over the word 'home', suddenly tightened.

"Home... Home is a place that you have to worry about even if you are far away from home. Your home should be this grave. And the home of Agong, huh, is far away.. A place called 'tree world'... Oh, that Ning Fan, talent is not bad, when you are in the spirit, you can separate the incarnation and practice the incarnation to the position of Yuan Ying... This is even in the tree world. It’s also a figure of heavenly arrogant..."

"..." Minque licked his head and ate a bite of a cake. She didn't understand the sadness of the scent of the tree.

However, she faintly felt that the words of the singer are not right, her home, should not be in the grave...

Recently, Mingque always dreams. In his dream, he is called Si Cang. There is a far-reaching ‘home’. It seems that there is still a ‘home’ that is not too far...

"Agong, I want to leave the grave." Her mind, when she flashed the word "Shi Cang", suddenly and sadly, it was a mood she could not understand.

"What are you talking about! Don't say that this cemetery has special means to limit the demon from leaving, you can't leave, even if you can leave... you know, you are Dan Deer! It is a five-turn medicine. Spirit, have the opportunity to cultivate a nine-turn or even higher remedy! If you leave the cemetery, you lose the protection of the public, the outside world will eat you! Those people, but not to the cemetery of the cemetery are generally afraid of you. .. "The color of the face changed greatly, and reprimanded.

"Oh..." Mingque said with a low voice, and I don't know what to think about, but my heart has a question.

Is the human race really terrible?

Brother, isn’t it good?

The old Xue Qing, although timid, is not terrible?

Moreover, those in the dream, the mortal beings who bowed to themselves... their devout eyes, really terrible.

"I still want to leave the grave..." she said softly, but did not say it.

...

All this happened in the black and white, after leaving the tomb.

At this moment, Ning Fan has merged the two incarnations and changed into the past.

White and black scorpion coexist, smile and resonate with the killing, ice and fire in the fairy veins, and the evil, the **** and the devil in their gaze.

White is like a god, black is a magic, yin and yang are one! Everything is secretly in line with the yin and yang avenue!

A few miles away from Ningcheng, an ancient battlefield is full of ruins. Here, it is the location where Jing Zhuo and Su Qiu pursue the black corpse.

The shadow of the celestial sword is already dissipating, and the black corpse, by all means, is hard to survive under the sword!

Seriously injured! Black blood is everywhere! However, his gaze is even more sullen, and this time he was seriously injured, although his realm of corpse was defeated, but his mood has been greatly improved!

Destroy the sword shadow, Jingzhuo ancestors screamed, and the swordsmanship is that he fell into it, I am afraid that it will die, I really do not know how Ning Fan exerts that kind of sword. And for the toughness of the black corpse, he raised his awareness again.

As the sword shadow was broken, Jing Yu immediately erected the cold hair. The reason why he did not leave was to destroy the black body after he was seriously injured.

If you can kill the black corpse, you don't have to look at other countries. If the country avoids the danger of annihilation, then Huoyunzong avoids the difficulty of overthrowing.

He can give Huo Yunzong to Ning Fan at random, because he can see that Ning Fan will treat Huo Yunzong well, but in his heart, he still has a lot of affection for Huo Yunzong.

"Suqiu fairy, I waited to shoot together, killing this magic..." Jing Zhuo said.

"No, he, come..." Su Qiu raised his alum and looked at the sky and smiled.

Ning Fan's figure is far hundreds of miles away. It seems that if Jing Zhuo does not fully open his mind, he can't feel the breath of Ning Fan.

But Su Qiu felt it, first the special induction of a woman, and then it was the sensory induction.

Sure enough, the black corpse broke the sword shadow, hate to smash the four illusory swords of the sky one by one, and stand on the ground, not looking at the ground and others.

He is seriously injured, but it is still not too difficult because he has a lot of cards!

Only his heart has been filled with hatred, and there is no obstacle to it. There is no one in the heart. There is only one person in the heart... It’s a black light flashing, close to Ning Fan!

"Ning Fan! You are, Yuan Yingxiu! So, it is not strange that Tianyizi was destroyed by you!" The black corpse was extremely angry.

"..."

Ning Fan, who came from the aid, was still dressed up on the same day. He stood in the air and did not talk to the black corpse. He only looked at the ground and smiled at Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo.

"It’s hard... the next thing, it’s handled by me, you’re going back...”

This sound is ethereal and nothing, but the power is stronger than Jingzhuo! This is the real Yuan Ying trend!

But what is weird is that Ning Fan’s performance as a mana is only half the step of Jin Dan.

Jingzhuo hesitated, but immediately, he left.

He still remembers the divination of the old man, and it is easy for him to kill him. Before, he believed in half, and at the moment, he believed in 90%!

Su Qiu looked at Ning Fan above the sky, raised his dagger, and smiled with a bright smile.

"The safety of Vietnam is handed over to you... little guy."

This autumn, it seems that I love to rely on old sellers. But this smile is indeed more feminine than the average girl.

This smile is a meta-infant master of a rain temple, and it is hard to find anything.

The two left.

On this ancient battlefield, only Ning Fan and the black corpse were left.

Ning Fan's gaze, a faint sweep of the black corpse, there are taboos, and more than 90% of the odds!

In black clothes, only the gods reached the beginning of Yuan Ying, did not let Ning Fan mana have a substantial leap, but gave Ning Fan, two great magic!

The first one is teleportation, and this black light is teleported, extremely weird, does not consume mana, or consumes the power of God. Even so, the speed of the teleportation of ordinary Yuan Ying monks has been reached. Ning Fan has a conjecture. If he is the body of white, he also breaks through the Yuan Ying period and masters the secret technique of mana teleportation. The black and white teleportation superposition, his own teleport speed can far exceed the same level monk!

The second is the technique of ink distraction, that is, the magical body in which the black body bursts into tens of thousands to black swords.

This supernatural power, and the sword is a principle, but the power is enough to hurt the monk in the early days of the Yuan Ying. Before that, it was a trick, and the Tianyizi was destroyed.

The reason why Tianzizi can be destroyed is not only because Tianyizi itself is only Jindan, but also the mana that was placed in the early days of Yuanying, and the realm is insufficient. At the same time, it also reflects from the side, this ink flow distraction is powerful!

Even after comprehending the ink distraction, Ning Fan's swordsmanship, if not brought a trace of black, makes the sword read power, slightly improved a trace.

Two kinds of magical powers, one attack and one attack, is simply to let Ning Fan strength, with a qualitative leap. The only regret is that Ning Fan’s mana is, after all, too weak, and must not be protracted, and must be quick and quick.

This is also the reason why I used the strongest supernatural powers before the black clothes faced Tianyizi. The mana is limited, so I must make a sword!

Take a storage bag and take out a bottle of bitter fat. Ning Fan does not care about the bitterness of the drug. He directly swallows a dozen or so. The remaining ten are contained in the mouth and are not in a hurry to swallow.

With the speed of refining and chemical power of the yin and yang magic veins, he can completely fight while recovering mana. Although the mana is added after the mana, the mana is still the difference between heaven and earth.

But Ning Fan, but there are 90% chance of winning, can kill this corpse!

This is a kind of confidence! A kind of Yuan Ying monk's momentum in the world!

The power of the Emperor, after all, is only Wei, which lacks the realm of Ning Fan's own realm, so there is less potential... No power, Wei is strong, but also illusory. Fox fake tiger Wei, may really hurt people?

But the power at the moment, although only Yuan Ying, is far less inferior to the ancient emperor, but this power, but it is really true, belongs to Ning Fan, this murderous, is also Ning Fan all the way to kill, get!

"Your ancestors pass on the corpse, Ningmou is the yin and yang magic pulse. So, you can die to death." Ning Fan's eyes changed, his killing, rose to the peak.

Open mouth, nine black dragons, sweeping the world, black inflammation cover the sky!

"Yin and Yang magic pulse? What is the magic pulse...etc. This is the local veins, the real veins and demon fire!" The black corpse face changed greatly, he never expected, the Ning Fan in front of him, have this Demon fire.

Even when he was in full bloom, it was extremely difficult for him to resist the fire. Moreover, at this moment, he lost the mana container of Tianyizi, and it was the body weight injury. It is extremely dangerous to contend with this fire with the flesh!

"You have this fire... Well, the old man admitted to planting, and left Ning Cheng, leaving the country!" In the eyes of the black corpse, the first time was a little weak, at this moment, his situation is not as good as people, and then deep hatred, but also pressure Next, look for opportunities to retaliate in the future.

But in response to the black corpse, it is just Ning Fan, a cold voice.

"The fire of the dragon swirls, the first turn, the second turn, the third turn, the fourth turn!"

Almost for a moment, it was dark and turned into a huge flame vortex, and the black corpse was involved.

The power of this whirlpool is extremely weird. The black corpse tried to use a small amount of mana to escape from the teleport, but was surprised to find that his body could not break free from the vortex!

Star swirl, can reverse the attack!

The fire swirls to lock the teleport!

One word of swirling implies a circle to the truth, and the heaven is a circle, and the day is a circle! Everything involved with the circle, the power must not be underestimated!

Indulging in the whirlpool, the black corpse had to use the little manpower left, and fell into the flesh, forcibly resisting the fire.

The fire of the four-turn dragon swirls, although powerful, is only enough to hurt the middle and even the late Jindan. For him, it is like scratching his boots.

If the body is not afraid of the flame, he will not even be able to resist the black magic.

"I can resist this fire, but once the mana is exhausted and there is no container to replenish it, it will be seriously injured in the fire... Today, first escape is wonderful!" He was in the flame, taking a storage bag, immediately, one The head of the veins, the melting of the corpse, rushed out of the storage bag, straight into the sea of ​​fire, immediately swallowed by the sea of ​​fire, but after all, the power of the flame.

Hundreds of smelting corpses were consumed, and the fourth turn of the dragon whirls fire, and the black corpse was easily and effortlessly opened, breaking a gap and immediately withdrawing.

And in the distance, Ning Fan, see this scene, eyes condensed... Today, never let this magic go, otherwise this magical and spicy personality, must be reported!

"The fifth turn!"

His face was slightly white, forcing the fifth turn of the dragon's fire... The fifth turn, even though his mind broke through the early days of Yuan Ying, it was still extremely reluctant, and the mana was like a mud cow into the sea. Empty, more than a dozen into the abdomen, the drug powers the force, and the mana is immediately consumed, there are still insufficient. And Ning Fan immediately bite the two bitter fats in the mouth, bitter taste, barely let the mana enough to support the fifth turn dragon swirl!

The fifth turn of the dragon swirl, the flame vortex ignited a hint of the power of the heavens and the earth, the fire Weiping added several times, it is the Yuan Ying monk, rushed into this vortex, and must be injured!

The black corpse, which had almost escaped the flame, was immediately sucked back by the whirlpool. When the fire of five turns burned, he immediately screamed.

"Ning Fan! You have to force me!"

"Oh, I don't force you, I only kill you!"

"Good! The old man let you see, what is the corpse dying!" The black corpse trembled and shook the black bag. Among them, flying out of the thousand giants, flying into the flames, blew themselves, and actually The fire of the five turn dragons blasted!

After that, he did not close his hand, completely turned the black bag over, nearly six thousand pulsating corpses, two thousand mellow spirits, one hundred golden dans, and they all ran the rancid smell, rushing the flames and rushing to Ning Fan!

Ning Fan's eyes changed, Wan corpse! The name of the black corpse's ‘the corpse is going to kill the country’ is really true!

But how about the corpse? Ning Fan closed his eyes, and then began, the eyes of the sword flashed!

At this moment, the murderousness in his body has turned into a demon in the forest, and the sin of the ghosts!

"Destroy!"

He faintly sings, and a sword that exudes a faint scent, spread out!

However, all the corpses that were wrapped in the swords, the veins, and the spirits were repaired, and they were directly smashed into the mud by the sword.

And one hundred Jindan refining corpses, there are seventy-three smelters in the early Jindan, and they were cut off by the waist!

As for the meditation in the middle and late Jindan, even if it is not dead, it is still not hurt under the sword.

The so-called 10,000 corpse was actually broken by Ning Fan a spell!

At this moment, the black corpse changed his face. He never imagined that this Ning Fan had a sword in the rumor!

If he knew this, he would not send a smelting squad to attack Ning Fan, at most, to smelt the body in the middle and late Jin Dan, to deal with Ning Fan!

Swords, but the nightmare of smelting and refining monks!

"You have a sword! You are not a **** yin and yang magic pulse, you are the **** of the sword, you are the sword world! The old man, fight with you!"

In the eyes of the black corpse, the color of madness suddenly appears, as if it is a person with a sword, and has a deep hatred. But all this has nothing to do with Ning Fan!

Under the control of the black corpse, the 27-year-old Jindan, who was slightly injured, smelt in the middle and late stages, and they rushed out, making strange quirks, and one by one to explode in general, meaning and Ning Fan with the same!

Ning Fan, a teleport, flew out of a thousand feet, and there was a hint of twilight in his eyes.

The fifth turn of the dragon swirl is already his limit, but it is not enough to destroy the black corpse...so, there is only one fight!

He bite the tip of his tongue, and a blood squirts on the black magic stag in front of him, making the black magic smear immediately increase the number of fires, but there is still an infinite distance from the sixth turn of the dragon.

Once again, he was deceived by the smelting corps. Ning Fan opened his mouth and squirted three bloods. His face was pale, and the fire did not reach the power of the sixth turn.

"Not enough, come again!"

A teleport, pull the distance again, this time, Ning Fan hit a heavy punch in the chest, the breath is crazy weak, and a mouthful of blood, as if it is not life-like, sprayed on the black magic inflammation.

The dragon swirls the fire, violently dances, turns into a huge flame dragon that stretches for thousands of feet, and the huge vortex is the mouth of the dragon!

At this moment, the spiritual power of hundreds of thousands of miles across the country seems to have been mobilized by this spell.

One by one monk, stunned, looking at the shadow of the illusory black dragon in the sky, have been horrified.

In the shadow, there is a real dragon demon, gradually forming, and in the moment of the demon power formation, the fire dragon eyes, suddenly revealing indifference, contempt for the vitality of the people!

The dragon turns the sixth turn, you can completely condense a real dragon shadow! This level of surgery is almost a metamorphosis of the Yuan Yingfeng monk, and the power of this technique is displayed by Ning Fan, even if the realm is low, but the black corpse is seriously injured, more than enough!

"Maniac, this is... madman! He wants to fight with me, why! The old man and him, but the deep hatred!" The black corpse raised a chill, if it was an ordinary monk, seeing the black corpse is not easy to deal with, it must be said, cautious For the above.

But this Ning Fan, it is almost to be with the black corpse, not endless!

The whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth by the flame. Only for a moment, the black corpse immediately felt that the body that he was proud of began to melt sharply.

This sixth turn dragon fire, unless you are full of prosperity, can barely compete, at this moment trapped in the fire, not to die but also seriously injured.

"dead!"

If Ning Fanqi is a hairspring, so many blood spurts out, he is healed, too heavy, but in order to destroy the black corpse, everything is at all!

Under his control, the black fire dragon screamed and spurted out countless black fireballs. The fireballs exploded in the body of a single Jindan smelt and turned into a flame vortex. Each power was not lower than The fifth turn of the dragon swirling fire!

Almost one face, all the corpses, turned into fly ash, and the black corpse in the middle of the dragon mouth, the center of the fire, the heart raised a sense of death.

This flame is enough to seriously injure him, but it is not enough to destroy him. But when Ning Fan’s gaze looked at himself, the black corpse trembled.

"The process of ink distraction!"

Ning Fan pointed to the eyebrows and knew the sea as a black sword. He rushed out of the heavens and circulated in the sky.

The sword is like a black tide, and it has not entered the black fire. In the sea of ​​fire, it has set off a madness. For example, before dealing with Tianyizi, Wanjian is like the wind, and the black body is involved.

Broken, broken, broken!

When you bite all the medicinal herbs, Ning Fan puts all the powers of the mana and the mind of God into this blow.

If it is enmity, it will be divided into life and death... This is what the old demon taught him!

After a burst of swords and fire whistling, Ning Fan finally couldn't bear the power of spells and resurgence. He was hit by the heat waves of the spells, hitting the ground and hitting the ground, suffocating and suffocating.

Numerous Huoying and Jianqi are scattered in the clear sky, revealing one of the riddled cokes...

This corpse, in the absence of a trace of rot, completely completely burnt, and the black corpse of the soul, it was completely burned into nothingness.

Even so, this corpse is still not destroyed. Is this the physical strength near the edge of the corpse?

If it is the real corpse in the hearth ring of his own body... how strong is it?

Ning Fan breathed for a long time, only barely got up, looking at the distant coke corpse, sinking silently.

There is no joy to win, and some are just a trace of calm.

"Nie Huang, I am step by step, approaching you... One day, you will be with this corpse, one end..." He faintly said.

...

Ning Fan is calm, because he has a stronger enemy, so that he will never be complacent before killing the Neptune.

However, the repair of Ning Cheng has been suspicion after the sudden change of spells.

A thousand miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the spells were too violent, which was a rare battle in the country for thousands of years.

And for the results of this war, they are most concerned about...

Who wins? Is it 'Ning Hemo' and Ning Fan, or... that black corpse that destroyed the seven countries?

In the nervous eyes of the monks, Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo, both in the dawn, returned to Ningcheng.

There is still a trace of excitement in the former, and the latter is full of sighs.

The face of Jing Zhuo’s face made the minds of the monks sink, and the temper of the temper was burning, and asked directly.

"Old ancestors, why are you frowning? Is it true that the black magic is lost to the corpse?"

"Defeat? Cough and cough... You see it yourself..."

Jing Zhuo suddenly turned back and looked into the distance, and all the monks, along the eyes of Jing Zhuo, faintly visible the distant sky, a young man in white and black, stepping on the light, slowly coming.

The youth's mana seems to be extremely weak, making it light, faint and somewhat unstable, but its gaze is calm, and in its hands, it is a scorching black corpse, as if to promote a spoil.

No need for any explanation, all the monks are all in the heart...

Black corpse, destroyed! Needless to say!

But in front of this white-skinned young man, whether it is Ning Fan, or Ning Black Devil... You know, Ning Fan and Ning Hemo, but they look exactly the same.

Step by step, I was so angry that I looked at Jing Zhuo's ancestors. This expression appeared on his strong man and was extremely strange.

"Old ancestors, you are also true. Since the Master of the Dark Devils has won, you should always be happy. Why bother and grieve, and provoke me to worry..."

"Happy... cough and cough..." Jing Zhuo really should be happy, but he is not happy. However, he was abused by the black corpse. Instead, it was Ning Fan... actually displayed a six-turn dragon fire that was comparable to the infant-level peak spell, and he was born with a black corpse and burned into a coke...

Jing Zhuo is aware of it, the black corpse, the non-Ning black magic, but Ning Fan... In the world, there is nothing like a shit.

Therefore, he lamented, the heart is more inevitable, some imbalances...Ning Fan, is it really an 18-year-old youth... Jing Zhuo is more willing to accept, Ning Fan is a four-shift alchemy teacher who has lived for thousands of years, Yuan Ying monk.

It’s just a complicated mood. I’m afraid there will only be one person, and the other monks will cheer.

After Ning Fan landed in Ning Cheng, he chased the Nangong of the Ship of the Great Yin Gate and brought people back.

The battle of the Magic Yue, stop here, and after Ning Fan, I am afraid I have to embark on the road of the knot.

The weak one, too late to rest, was immediately rushed into his arms by the paper crane, almost falling.

And the one who fell to the ground earlier than him, is the Suqiu fairy...

"Oh, my brother, look at it, Su Qiu fairy how it is, how fainted!" paper crane exclaimed.

"this is..."

Ning Fan Shen Nian stunned Su Qiu, the face suddenly difficult to look.

Su Qiu, poisoned, although this poison is not very powerful, but Su Qiu poisoning has been deep, detoxification is quite troublesome...

He secretly said a rude, but the palm of his hand was placed on a pair of show feet.

"Sure enough, it was poison at that time... this sly woman, poisoned, don't know what to say... actually has been stubborn until now..."

Ning Fan gently shook his head, but for Su Qiu, there was a hint of admiration.

As a woman, the temper is so tough, not many... This woman is not bad.