Grasping Evil

The old man of Qingpao, named Song Yi, the beautiful woman in the blue dress, named Liu Yunxu.

Both of them are the gods of the rain temple, but at the moment, they are all raised to the fear of Ning Fan.

This person is pregnant with the rain, and defeats the purple wind... This person should not be underestimated!

And its identity, is it the people of the rain temple, or the round ancestors?

Thousands of miles, dozens of teleports, approaching!

The two men looked at Ning Fan, but under the eyes of Ning Fan Jian Han, Qi Qi eyes hurt.

This son, so sharp eyes!

"Old man Song Yi, sir, who is it! Before the millennium, the old man traveled to Wei Guo, and I have never heard of Jin Dan, named Zhou Ming!"

"A thousand years ago, you were Jin Dan, I am Jin Dan, you have not heard of me, I have never heard of a Confucian, named Song Yi!"

The old Confucianism is extraordinary, and its cultivation of Xuanmen Confucianism is the most important, and the momentum is stronger than the black body.

However, under the old Confucianism, Ning Fan does not move, indifferent to return, comprehend the seven realms, no one can rely on the momentum to let it yield, no one!

The first temptation was sound waves and false gods, and the old Confucian weakened.

The second temptation, the old Confucianism to add to the momentum, but still does not account for Ningfan is not cheap.

The old Confucian Song Yi, the eyes condensed, more sure of the difficulty of this child.

Just thinking of this person impersonating Wei, searching for more than 300 million Xianyu, this matter, not visible.

Looking at the beautiful woman, the old Confucian mind is determined, proudly cold.

"But, the old man believes that you are a Weiguo monk... just, even if you are a Weiguo monk and form a Yuan Ying, you should not **** millions of Xianyu, which will make a country chaos..."

"Do you want me Xianyu?" The old Confucian voice was not finished, but was interrupted by Ning Fan sneer.

"Not bad! The matter of Wei Guo, the old man does not care! But you have obtained such a huge amount of Xianyu from Wei Guo, according to the "rain boundary law", you must pay 70% of the rain temple!"

"Why? Into the hands of a certain person in the week, never returned to say!" Ning Fan is not afraid.

"Toasting does not eat, so, don't blame me for "law enforcement" bullying! Liu Daoyou, work together!"

The old man's eyes flashed, this Ning Fan, let it be quite taboo, asking himself to take one person, won the Ning Fan probability is not big. But thinking about the two together, against Ning Fan, not difficult!

As a rain temple god, he has a arrogance, that is, the middle and late monks of Yuan Ying, seeing the old man, but also treat each other with courtesy!

In the Law of the Rain, the monk’s possession of the repair of the country must be paid seventy percent into the rain hall.

If you don’t see it, it’s all right. Since you bumped into it, the old man wouldn’t sit back and ignore it!

Song Yi and Liu Yunxu looked at each other and immediately, each of them flashed, and at the same time, they were shocked and shocked.

"The unrelated person, leave this place! I am in the rain hall, here to enforce the law!"

Two Yuan Ying, fighting Zhou Ming... All the old blame, even if you want to watch the battle, you can only retreat a hundred miles and stand on the sidelines.

In the eyes of the Weiguo monks, Zhou Ming is even more powerful, I am afraid that it is not two Yuan Ying opponents.

As for the old Confucianism and the beautiful women, the two infants, although they shot, but let Zhou Ming know that the rain hall is powerful, and worship the Xianyu, there is no willingness to die.

This battle will eventually be defeated by Zhou Ming, paying jade in accordance with the law, and the two gods will stop the words and talks... This kind of law enforcement, many old geeks have heard of it, the Yuan dynasty, the rain temple will not die easily. Everyone is a precious force in the rain.

Ning Fan naturally knows all of this, so he also has a long and short mind with this old man.

All along, he relied on "Yin and Yang" and the Yinyin finger, and even Yin two bantam banshees, but the real fight with the Yuan Ying blame, only with the black corpse ... today is the perfect time, and Yuan Ying fight!

And Ning Fan, from the bottom of my heart, is unwilling to turn over 70% of Xianyu, 70%, it is more than 2 million... This is his own robbing, and there is no reason to turn in.

Unless he is defeated, this fairy jade can never be handed over from his hands!

After the Second God made an order, all the monks, including the disciples of the Yuanjue Valley, were evacuated to the valley.

Immediately after the separation of the two men, the beautiful woman was hand-picked, and the body was like lightning. After a few teleports in the air, it disappeared without a trace. In the air, it condensed a blue vortex that stretched for a hundred feet.

Among the whirlpools, there are constantly blooming blue fire groups, which are violently scattered in the air, turning into a little blue rain, with a scent of orchids.

When the beautiful woman reappeared, the hand rushed to the blue vortex, all the fire and rain, condensed on the palm, turned into a singular blue fire ruler, and it was a foot to Ning Fan!

And a hundred miles away, one by one, the monks were immediately stunned.

"Four products are fire, and the blue fire! Use this fire to display the baby-class spells, and turn them into fire-cuts. It’s really extraordinary! I heard that some time ago, when the demon was gone, Liu Xianzi once had a foot and burned dozens. The wasteland in it!"

This ruler, extraordinary, and the old Confucian and the beautiful woman separated, a shot of the storage bag, has a sword in hand, arrogant, the sword refers to Ning Fan!

The best magic weapon, Xuan Yingjian! There are countless demon people under this sword!

The two have no reservations, almost want a face-to-face, shocking Ning Fan, to Ning Fan alone, to force the two Yuan Ying, too difficult!

Even if he is pregnant with "Yin and Yang", when the beautiful woman is deeply guarded against herself, it is difficult to deceive the beautiful woman in front of her, and use the yin to attack!

So, only the full force!

As soon as he took a storage bag, immediately, a black and gold little man, like a mud doll, appeared in his palm, throwing it toward the air, while the eyebrows flashed silver, and the whole body was silvered and turned into a nine. The giant of nine feet!

The black-and-golden villain, facing the wind and long, after a moment, turned into a black armor corpse, the corpse covered the sky, the corpse grasped the emptiness of the emptiness, the beautiful woman's top of the Baizhang blue vortex, smashed!

And Ning Fan incarnates the giant for a moment, above the boxing, the ice is sensation, the konjac screams, the fist is banged out, the old Confucian body is everywhere, it is frozen, its dawn, it is the birth of the ice boxing, hard life Stop!

That punch, obviously hit on the void, but the old Confucian, but only feel this punch, has wrapped a thousand feet!

His face changed greatly, waving the black and white sword, Jianqi moved, with the thunder of the trend of numerous swords, turned into a circle of swords, shrouded the whole body.

Every sword is enough to easily kill the spirit, but when the sound of ice is coming, the heavens and the earth are shocked, and all the light of the sword is shattered and shattered! Although the old man was not injured, he was shocked by the punch of the ice, and his blood surged and his eyes were shocked!

On the other hand, the black smelt corpse seems to be completely unaware of the pain. Ren Mei's woman's fire ruler has been smashed again and again, but it has no harm in its physical identity. Its flesh is terrible!

And this black armor corpse, the body is very powerful, really amazing, every punch has a roaring loud noise, after dozens of punches, above the beautiful woman's fire ruler, there have been numerous cracks, a few desires to scatter!

Shock! Absolutely shocked!

Not only the onlookers are unbelievable, but the old Confucian and the beautiful women are also changing their faces.

No one thought that this week, the body is actually carrying a smelt, and the corpse, the physical defense is enough to ignore all the attacks of the early Yuan Ying master, the strength is enough to force the enemy unbeaten!

No one thought that the old Confucianism and the beautiful woman would come up with the card means, but they were blocked by Zhou Ming and they were countered. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already a tie!

The silver bones, the strange smelt... This Zhou Ming, there are so many means!

The black corpse and the beautiful woman are glued together, and it is difficult to win or lose.

Here, Lao Ru and Ning Fan have been counted for the third time.

Lost again, the old Confucianism to Ning Fan, taboo deeper, gazing at the nine-foot-tall Zhang mad giant, as the enemy.

Not waiting for the giant to apply the ice-breaking fist for the second time, the old Confucian suddenly took a storage bag, and suddenly, from his storage bag, he again flew out the three-handed flying swords, each handle, which is very similar to Xuan Yingjian! Every handle is given to the body of Ning Fan, a sense of crisis!

"Four swords black and white! Jianzhen Qufang!"

The old Confucianism was fiercely determined, and the four-handed Xuan Yingjian was turned into four swords. After the flashing, the town was surrounded by giants.

This is, sword array!

The sword array is 10%, and the quaint swords are condensed in the four-handed Xuan Ying sword. A trace of Xiao Su’s murder is scattered from the sword, and it is clear with the clear sky!

The sword is as old as the vast earth. In the present, within a hundred miles, the heavens and the earth begin to tremble.

And faint, there is a sound like a sword, like the sound of the sound, in the air.

"The land of the four swords, the fall of the enemy..."

At the moment when the sword appeared, the beautiful woman who was glued to the battlefield in the distance was astonished, and the black corpse, although incompetent, was the instinctive body tremble.

And further afield, a monk, face this ancient sword, have felt a small, helpless, mortal feeling!

Even Ning Fan, who turned into a giant, looked at it, but immediately, sneer.

The four-handed Xuan Yingjian, imitated, is the Jianxian sword array, and among the four swords, there is a sacred sword that the old Confucian did not know how to find it...

The land of the Four Swords, the smashed, with this four swords, the old man with the initial stage of the Yuan Ying, is even enough to fight with the mid-term monks, but this sword, Ning Fan, He Yi!

At this moment, Ning Fan knows the sea, and the silent sword knows the sound of resonance and traction.

His sword was read and sold, and the four-handed high-hanging Xuan Yingjian suddenly burst into a sorrow, and each of them was in the blade, cracking a half-inch crack.

In the crack, four simple and sturdy swords were taken by Ning Fan, and immediately inhaled into the sea and turned into a nourishment for casting swords.

His knowledge of the sea and the sword is more solid, and even the swords are faintly enhanced. The four sacred swords of the old Confucian swords, after the sorrow, the power is greatly reduced, and the swordsmanship is lost. The sword array gives the giant a powerful blow!

do not understand! do not understand! Old Confucian can't understand why the sword array has already been formed, and when the giant is about to be rebuilt, it will be taken away by the students!

And the stunned ink-colored swordsmanship made his face change greatly, and suddenly realized that Ning Fan in front of him would have gathered swords and swords!

"This person has even broken the sword array, and even more of my swordsmanship... So, the old man can only fight this with his skill! Sacrifice the roe, the cloth sacrifices the thunder!"

Old Confucius took a storage bag and took out dozens of silver arrays again. One hand and one point, one by one, suspended in front of him. Under his sensation, the array was stimulated one by one. The silver pattern, above the sky, is like a series of Beidou, which has emerged one after another!

In total, seven seven forty-nine thunder!

This is the ancient sacrifice thunder!

This ritual of the thunder, it is already the old Confucian card, the sacred squad, the Thunder is the fall, it is the early monk of the Yuan Ying, it is enough to kill, as for the giant in front, although not dead, Seriously injured!

This time out, the monks in the distance, one by one, the wind changed, and immediately fled further!

If the thunderstorm is opened, the radius of two hundred miles may be ruined by the thunder!

"Song Lao! This thing is used against the demon tide, can not be lightly moved!" In the distance, the beautiful woman saw the old Confucian urging the array, and immediately changed his face.

"No matter, this battle has already been made, there will be no difference in the market, and there will be no damage in the market. A little use, shocking this person, 'respecting the old' will not blame me... the only pity is present. The monks of the Yuanjue Valley, under the Golden Dan, will all die in the thunder, but the district is full of spirits and veins, how much is in the rain, how can it be!"

At this moment, there is only one person in the eyes, and there is no more thing in the eyes.

Everything, just because of the pressure that Ning Fan gave him, too big!

At this moment, in the eyes of the giants, the cold mang flashes.

The ancient sacred thunder squad... Legend of this array, implied the lost magical power of the ancient gods - ritual thunder, how specific, is not known.

This array is based on seven respects, one for the spirit, seven for the Dan, 49 for the infant, 343 for the polar, 2401 for the virtual, 16807, for the immortal! I hope that the more difficult it is to go up...

Old Confucian exhibited 49 battles to attack the enemy, and his battle was repaired, extraordinary! However, its character is too cold.

This array opened, 200 miles of land, will be submerged by Lei Hai! Many disciples in Yuanjue Valley, I am afraid they can't escape the thunder!

Yuanjue Valley is born and destroyed, and has nothing to do with Ning Fan, but it is so good that he gets the jade from the valley, and with this valley, he finally bears the cause and effect.

"You, too!"

The eyes of the giant, the cold light is exposed!

Its eyebrows are star-studded, even flashing!

Its voice is like a thunderous bang, and above the clear sky, it is thunder!

One, ten, hundred, thousand, million!

Within this thunderstorm, the old confession of the priests, although the mysterious, single Lei Lei and the eyes, but insignificant!

And when his gaze fell on Ning Fan's eye-catching silver star, he was shocked.

"God! You are, too ancient!"

"roll!"

The giant roared, its voice, as if it was integrated with the thunder, the voice, suddenly raised a special meaning, like a thunder, in the old Confucian, the beautiful woman and all the onlookers, the sound of the explosion!

It’s like, the ancient monk’s great supernatural powers, the words and the law!

Under this snoring, the thunder and the squad are broken!

49 silver arrays, broken!

The old Confucianism, the mind is connected with the market, the market is broken, he immediately injured, vomiting blood, no more than ten years of hard work, absolutely can not be restored to the realm!

roll!

One word, under Tianwei, when Laojun faced Ning Fan, he raised a sense of humbleness when he faced the eccentricity of the gods. He was involuntarily and began to tremble.

Ning Fan let him roll, let the old man of the Tang Yuan Yuan Xiu repair, get out.

But the old Confucianism suddenly raised an illusion. If today, he does not roll, he will die here!

And when the old Confucian saw, in the palm of Ning Fan, when taking out a **** jade, the feeling, infinitely magnified in his heart!

In the jade slip, there was a raging murder, and the murder was enough to tear the old Confucian into pieces!

"Zhou Mingdao friends, his men's mercy! The old man immediately rolled, immediately rolled! Liu Daoyou, let's go, go quickly!"

At this moment, the old Confucianism had no arrogance to ask the sin before, and there was only the idea of ​​leaving quickly.

This week, no matter what his identity, what he did in Wei, he is no longer related to him. Even, he never wanted to have any relationship with Zhou Ming for the rest of his life.

Without him, this week, in the eyes of Lao Ru, it is simply... unfathomable!

And his heart, even more than Zhou Ming's identity, has a speculation, although it is wrong, biased, but this speculation, let it be the rain temple god, but can not afford the slightest resistance to the latter.

In the unbelievable eyes of the monks, the two rain temple gods hurriedly fled in a very embarrassing manner...

Wei Guo Zhou Ming, since this war, I am afraid that it is an ordinary Yuan Ying, I dare not ignore this person!

...

Two dawns, no life to escape, until a few days later, away from the circle of tens of thousands of miles, the old Confucianism seems to be relieved, slow down the dawn.

"Song Lao, are we leaving like this?" On the top of the mountain, the beautiful woman resumed her mana and asked.

"Don't leave like this, do you stay in the Yuanjue Valley, send it to death?" Song Yi did not have a good air, and thought of Ning Fan's means, still a slight fear.

"Send to death? Although Song Lao was injured in the Zhou Ming, he suffered a slight loss, but it is not going to die. I am waiting for the Yuan Ying monk. The means of life-saving is endless, that is, the flesh is extinguished, or Yuan Ying can escape. How can Zhou Ming be so powerful? I don't necessarily have the ability to kill me, and I am honored by the identity of the Rain Temple. Even if he can kill, he will not dare to kill..." The beautiful woman does not think that she is not a rival, but she is a god. The identity made makes her feel that she is better than Ning Fan.

"He can't kill! He is a means, a strange speculation, the old man's fame, the four swords, was swept away by his sword, and he broke, the old man trapped him with a thunder, he actually used the means of the thunder In the end, the jade slip that he took out, if I did not read it wrong, among them, the full force of the monk who had the **** of the gods... Mo said that the old man, even the mid-Minister of the Yuan Ying, attacked, but also... !"

The old Confucian still had a lingering fear, and he followed, and said the biggest and wrong guess in his heart.

"If I am not mistaken, this week, perhaps the descendants of that adult...that adult, the same name last week..."

"Which?" The beautiful woman is slightly weird.

"The one who was born in the rain temple, died in the endless sea, and even the embarrassed monks are jealous of the people... The thunder of the man, the **** of thunder, the thunder of the thunder... a thundering, the same level of invincibility, With one person's strength, and the three kings of the sword world draw ... legend, 10,000 years ago... the rainy world is broken, the first person!"

"What! Song always said that this person is a descendant of the ‘not Zhou Leihuang’!”

"Oh... I don't want to talk about it, I can't say it... In short, it has nothing to do with me. I am just a little **** of the rain temple, don't get involved in this right and wrong..."

Song Yixin had a lingering fear and began to fear the means, strength, and even ‘identity’ of Ning Fan.

Although this identity is simply accidental, Ning Fan's pseudonym ‘Zhou Ming’, that week, is the name of the demon ghost Lin, and has nothing to do with the so-called ‘不周雷皇’...

But Song Yi, I am afraid that I will never see Ning Fan again, I am afraid... it’s terrible...

Compared with the late Lei King, the rain temple **** makes, count a fart... What God makes, but the coolness of the rain temple!