Grasping Evil

Yue Guo, from the hate mountain, it is raining today.

It’s rainy and rainy, and it’s unusual for the country to have rain.

Two years ago, there was a Hehuan ancestor in this place, but this one was overthrown by the Yueguo ‘medicine esteem’.

Here, it is the land where the old devil is dying, and the place where the old devil and Ning Fan meet.

Here, it is the place where Ning Fan is the land of the female devil, and it is also the place where he met with the paper crane.

It is the beginning and the end.

Since the fall of the Hehuan, there is only ruins left in this place, and the spirit of the mountain is broken, the aura does not exist, and no monks establish the sect. Today, only the widowers occasionally go up the mountain, chopping wood, and occasionally there are mountains in the mountains.

In the rain curtain, a young man in white and black, standing in the foothills, listening to the songs, his eyes closed slightly.

In the mind, the scene recalls the rotation.

On the body of Zhou, the rain has not yet wet the robes, but he has turned away from the trajectory and did not fall on the youth.

The magical power that makes the rain point deviate from the trajectory, named, the **** of rain!

"I am deviating from fate here, so I am no longer me. The rain is off track, it is still rain... People are not as rainy, too fickle..."

The young man opened his eyes, and in the eyes, flashed a trace of vicissitudes of God.

The old devil left, and he left alone. The seven plums are cold... There is rain in the rain, and it is cold from the hate mountain.

After the old demon has gone, after a hundred years, the Neihuang may not threaten himself. If you find a place to hide, it will be easier to avoid the confrontation with the Neptune.

A hundred years of broken, difficult... a hundred years to win the Neptune, difficult... can escape, why not escape...

Why don’t you escape, why should you persist, why do you have to work hard to improve your strength...

What is the repair of the demon, what is it for the monk?

Ning Fan's heart, the devil is gradually rising, if this demon is not embarrassed, then for a lifetime, he can not bear Dan, and will be invaded for life.

"Perhaps, obeying the words of the Master, giving up the empty ideals of a hundred years of ignorance, giving up the struggle with the Nemo, and the security is stable for thousands of years, more secure..."

"But Hane Tian, ​​he hurt the Master! This hatred, you can say even if you count!"

For a moment, Ning Fan’s demons were suppressed by the students, and Ning Fan’s eyes blinked. The whole piece of rain from the hate mountain was suddenly given a strange charm. He stopped in midair, did not fall, did not move, and seemed to be suspended. The world seems to be still!

Let the rain no longer fall, because the youth of the rain of the gods, was given a sense of artistic conception - against the sky!

This reversal makes the rain overhang, which makes the mind demon, which is suppressed by life. This is a counter-intuitive, being used by the youth as the fundamental means of devotion!

"Not enough... If I can rely on the rain, I can make this drizzle, and roll the sky, then it is enough, then it is enough. At that time, even if it is not sensational, I can, destroy the demons!"

The young man took all the look and finally took a look at the ruins of the Hehuan dynasty. After a moment of indulgence, he moved in a step and disappeared into the drizzle.

When he left, the cause and effect of He Huan Zong was broken.

The strange scene of the mountain rain still just made several cowards who were chopping wood in the mountains, and they were frightened.

"Oh my God, this rain, how suddenly I just stopped... It’s really... it’s a **** of a day, this place is really evil, or it’s good to go home quickly...”

...

After one day, the rain stopped and the sky was bright.

On the ruins of the celestial ancestor, a young man in white and black, a black mang flashed out of thin air, did not attract anyone's attention.

The sky was destroyed, the sects were destroyed, and there were still many semi-destroyed medicinal herbs and magic weapons in the ruins, which attracted many monks, camped in this ruin, and sought treasure in the ruins.

There are also many repairs, which are secretly female. Once I find out which monk has scoured the ruins, it is very likely that the monk will take the treasure.

Ning Fan appeared on the ruins, and God read a thousand miles, and suddenly happened to all things happening.

Looking at the ruins, he closed his eyes slightly. He came here, not for treasure hunt, but for the sake of his heart.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and above the sky, he was born with rain.

Immediately, the rain is like a Soviet Union, and the light rain seems to be led by Ning Fan’s mind.

And Ning Fan, then closed his eyes to himself,

"The **** of the rain of the gods, the three kinds of thoughts, the first thought, the killing, the second thought, the war, the third thought, the reverse. These three thoughts are integrated, only to obtain their own divine I have a rebellion, although it is still not enough, but I will be able to fully understand it in the future. I will also kill it, and on this day, from the ruins, my killing is unbearable!"

Ning Fan’s mind recalls the damage that Ning Gu was suffering from in the Tianzong, and recalls the bitterness of Ning Gu’s lifelessness. His heart is wrapped in indifference, and the killing is still rising!

A few of the dynasty monks on the side, obviously do not know, the youth is terrible.

They are looking for treasure here. For many days, they have only found some broken copper and iron, which is naturally irritating.

They are not interested in Ning Fan, and they are not interested in the rain that falls from the air.

But they are very interested in Ning Fan, but they are suddenly very interested!

"Top quality magic?! Or Jin Xuan Ling?? Or is it a three-turn remedy?! How is this compass so flashing!"

Among the several people, a rat was a man, holding a treasure hunt, looking at Ning Fan, his eyes were hot.

They are looking for treasure here, naturally it is a loose repair, and several of them, and occasionally doing dry repairs.

The ruins of the ruins of the ruins have been searched by many monks. Among them, the magic weapon is very rare, but the Ning Fan in front of him seems to be a big fat sheep. He does not know how many treasures he brought, and he can make the treasure hunt compass so violently shaken.

Some eye-catching rats have to be men, but they have seen blue silk ribbons and ancient animal wristbands from Ning Fan's hair and wrists. Each one is Jin Xuan Ling, which is of great value.

Ning Fan, really is a fat sheep! And it seems that Ning Fan, this fat sheep, is extremely young, and most of the repairs are not high.

When everyone can't see Ning Fan's cultivation, they will regard Ning Fan as a low-ranking son.

I don't know which son, actually went to the heavens to see the flowers and see the rain. I really don't know how to live and die. I don't know if there are many scattered repairs and repairs here. They are all desperate!

"kill..."

The male mouse was whispered to the big man who was on the seventh floor, and the big man immediately showed a sneer, and he was close to the Ning Fan.

Killing Ning Fan, in the eyes of Dahan, is absolutely no more difficult than pinching an ant.

But the closer he gets to Ning Fan, the more he discovers that a sense of crisis that has been stared at by beasts has risen to his heart, making his footsteps slower.

And walking to Ning Fan Shizhang, a killing like a wild and fierce beast, let his blood rushing, and horrified to find that he is even hard to get close to Ning Fan half!

At this moment, this big man is stupid, and I can see that Ning Fan is not a son, a fat sheep, but a hidden peerless master!

The rat must be a man, but his face is white. When he sees Ning Fan’s eyelids, he immediately shouts.

"Brothers, escape!"

At this moment, Ning Fan, opened his eyes, and within a hundred feet, a drop of rain, suddenly become a sword is generally fierce!

"It's late!" Ning Fan's eyes are cold, inside the rain screen, the mouse must be men and others, directly drenched into the sieve by the rain, blood splashing the hills!

Killing these spurs and dispersing, Ning Fan did not move a mana at all, just by the **** of rain, combined with the killing intention... and that unharmable killing, it turned into a weapon and killed these scattered repairs.

Not enough... The murderousness in the gods is nothing compared to the **** of the gods. But Ning Fan, indeed, is really in the spirit of the rain, incorporating the second artistic conception.

Inverse and killing... The third artistic conception of the **** of the gods is the intention of war, but Ning Fan is different from the **** of the finch. He is not trying to dominate the party. He is improving his strength, not for the **** world.

In essence, perhaps he is the same as Ning Gu, like the paper crane, does not love to kill... but he has no choice.

Above the ruins, other scattered repairs realized that the place was shocked. Someone immediately recognized the face of Ning Fan.

"Ghosts... Ghosts and Devils! Even the people who can kill the purple and the old devils! Why are these people coming to the ruins, is it a treasure hunt?"

For these people's questions, Ning Fan did not answer, only a flash of light, turned into ice rainbow to leave.

"Hehuan Zong, there is a rebellion. Heaven is separated from the sect, there is kill. And Hanyue Mountain, there are... Xiaosuo and loneliness. I once obtained Hu Fengzi Xiu Dan, and promised to protect Hu family... after Hu family, in the country, There should be no cause and effect..."

The dawn of Ning Fan gradually disappeared into the rain, and the rain gradually stopped.

One by one, after Ning Fan left, he was relieved.

And those who have the heart, think about it, just now Ning Fan killed several scattered terror means by the rain, what is the magical power?

However, with their low realm, I am afraid that I will not understand it for the rest of my life.

The only conclusion that can be drawn is that...the ghosts are rather respectful and really a terrible master.

...

Xiyue Hanyue Mountain, once known for its cold springs. Hu Yue of Xiyue, once flourished by his ancestors Hu Fengzi.

However, since Wang Yao’s arrival, Hu’s elite died, and his ancestors took the corpse and died. The Hu family has fallen, and the cold spring water has also been taken away by a powerful person.

Whoever takes the cold springs, the Hu family is not talking about the outside world, but the people with the heart are still exploring, and this matter is closely related to the ghosts.

However, now that Ning Fan is in the middle of the country, who will not open his eyes, for the sake of a pulse, and Ning Fan?

With the decline of the Hu family, the attention to the Hu family has become less and less. Some of the self-cultivating people who have been close to the Hu family in the past have mostly broken off with the Hu family. Even more, there are many enemies who are looking for a home.

And even the purple sects that have always been handed over, all sneaked into the Hu family, and even asked Hu to merge into the purple sect!

Without him, the battle of the Magic Yue, Ziguangzong suffered a lot of losses, the head is seriously injured, and now it is really necessary to annex some minor repairs and complement the strength.

In the Hu family hall, about the purple Guangzong, the Hu family is talking about it.

"Zi Guangzong, how can it be so deceiving?! Homeowners, it is better for us to ask for help from Ning Zun." Hu Jia, an early elder of the spirit, advised.

"Ningzun...this matter, don't bother him. He agreed with his family to take care of Hu family three times. If only for these little things, please move him..." The black young man Hu Ming, Cheng Hu family, the advice of the elders, but helplessly shake their heads.

Hu family, are all banned by Ning Fan... For the personality of Ning Fan, Hu Ming does not know, so it is best not to irritate Ning Fan. If Ning Fan is unwilling to help, but in a rage, urging to ban, and destroying all the monks of the Hu family, the last blood of the Hu family will be ruined...

If you can ask for no one, you will not ask for someone... The requirements of Ziguangzong, then think about it.

But at this moment, from the distant Hanyue Mountain, a floating voice, mixed in the mind of God, suddenly sounded inside the temple.

"Reassured, Ning's promised things, will not repent. This time, I will shoot for you Hu. Hu Ming, I will see you in the cold moon mountain."

...

At the end of the cold moon, Ning Fan stood in front of a grave without a monument and closed his eyes.

Hu Fengzi, for the survival of a family, the soul flies away, the world will not enter the reincarnation, in exchange for Ning Fan shot three times...

Is this the value?

His whole body gradually rose with a hint of rain. On the cold moon mountain, it seems that there is a road of Hu Fengzi, that road, and the road of Ning Fan, darkly coincide.

What is the value?

All the way to repair the devil, sleepy for the situation, tired of grace, forced by the enemy... everything, value?

The light rain of the patter spilled the cold moon mountain.

In the rain, there is a hint of emotion.

"I walked all the way, for what, can it be worth it... This rain, no matter what, what good is it, can it be worth it?"