Grasping Evil

Zhou Ming and the two Yuan Ying battles, like a thunder, gradually spread in the Wei country.

At the same time of the wind, Ning Fan quietly left the Yuanjue Valley.

He did not kill the old Confucianism, even if the means are all out, but it is comparable to the old Confucianism, and wants to kill the old Confucianism, unless you lose your blood, or use... the demon will hit!

No matter which one, it is worthless, killing the old Confucianism, it will also anger the rain temple, causing unnecessary trouble.

It is enough to stun the old Confucianism. There is really no need to do something small, and the old Confucian does not endlessly.

The matter of Wei Guo has nothing to do with him, and ten days later, he appeared in the Taizu of the Wei State.

This is a peaceful mountain range, the mountain is in the shape of a dragon, the momentum is magnificent, the terrain is dark, but the lines are not visible.

Standing in the depths of the mountains, Ning Fan is slightly indulged, and this array of methods has melted into the heavens and the earth, without traces, grades, and emptiness.

There is a battle here, for Wei Taizu's death before the death, under the big array, the ground is connected, and it is the place to sit.

After exploring the information in advance, Ning Fan did not take much effort to find the entrance to the vein.

On top of a dragon-shaped hill, there is a splendid breach that leads directly to the ground. At the entrance, there are sporadic Weiguo monks, come here to hunt for treasures and experience.

These monks could not enter the depths of the earth, but the elixir and spirit mines that were occasionally found outside were enough to make them excited. The spirits and spirits produced here are all dark and contain good quality.

Outside the entrance to the earth's veins, there are monks who are convening their companions to join the opportunity to find opportunities.

Those who will temporarily convene their companions are mostly scattered, and the sects of the sects are often accompanied by their peers and do not need to form teams.

Ning Fan looked at the entrance to the local vein and was not interested in the team.

In Wei Guozhen’s stay for a long time, the removal of the relics of the Taizu, the sooner the better.

He closed his eyes and felt the mountain's general trend, and he missed the ground.

Deep underground, there are countless caves, canyons, staggered, misty, slightly inadvertent, will be lost, monks who died in the veins over the years, are transformed into ghosts, plus the native monsters, the ground has many dangers.

This is only the first layer... the first layer to the depth, there is a passage to the second floor, and on the second floor, the road is more staggered and narrow, with only a few spirits, searching for treasure in the cave.

On the third floor, there are several Jindan stays here. It seems that it is not as simple as a treasure hunt. Instead, it is again used by the ancestors to practice refining. When Ning Fan’s thoughts were swept, one by one, Jin Dan’s blame, all vests were cold, and they were secretly surprised, but they were not sure why, but they were strange.

The fourth layer, no one, with Ning Fan Shen, is only enough to fall into the small area of ​​the fourth floor, can not lie into the deeper.

The fifth layer is more mysterious...

Wei Taizu, the peak of the gods, the vertical and horizontal rainy world, the Weiguo, after the death, sleep here... This monk should have a weak inheritance.

Compared with other comprehension countries, Wei Guo can retain the ancestral graveyard, which is really rare.

His mind was moving, and he immediately stepped forward and walked toward the entrance to the ground.

But outside the hole, a girl in a yellow shirt, suddenly hesitated, blocking her way, biting her lip, her face was tense, and she couldn’t look at Ning Fan’s eyes.

"That... that..." The voice of the girl, the weak mosquitoes, and some mouths.

She was afraid of being alive, and she was quite handsome and quite handsome, so that this unaccompanied girl was somewhat shy.

"What is it?" Ning Fan said lightly.

"That... Do you want to go with us and go into the ground to find a treasure..." The girl's tone is cautious, her face is clear and beautiful, her skin is white, and her veins are repaired in four layers. In pure eyes, she is still young and tender. Soon.

This young, pitiful, plus its appearance, is enough for many sons to take good care of, but for Ning Fan, this woman is unusual, he will not spend time, entangled with this woman.

"Sorry, I like to be alone..."

"Yes, but the ground floor is very dangerous!" The girl eagerly said, but Ning Fan, but did not seem to hear it, the farther and farther away, the figure disappeared into the ground.

Ning Fan refused, the girl bite her lip, slightly annoyed, and behind her, there was a voice of urging.

"Wen Qing, have you found someone? If we can't get together 10 people, this treasure hunt, let it go!"

"张大哥, wait a second, I will look for it again, someone must be willing to go with us..."

There are no 10 people in the same line, and the imperial monks enter the dangerous land, and they are unpredictable.

But if you don't enter the treasure hunt, the girl will probably regret the life.

She is a mess, and she is dependent on her, only one sister.

In the body of the sister, the fire is poisonous. If you want to detoxify, you must be in the first layer of the ancestral ruins, and the crystal of a certain ghost beast can be treated.

She is timid and afraid of death, but in order to save her sister, even if she enters this dangerous place, she must also fight...

All this is her fate, nothing to do with Ning Fan.

...

In the veins, Ning Fan pedaled the ice and galloped on one side, swaying the sword and smashing some ghosts.

These ghosts, the soul of a scattered, occasionally will condense some crystals, these crystals, cold and cold, if taken, can enhance a little power of God, very small. One hundred crystals are not as good as rosary, but if used as medicine, it is also useful.

On the first floor, the elixir of the decade, he could not see the eye and went directly to the second floor.

In the second layer, there are occasional couples who are familiar with the spirits. These spirits are often seen at the dawn of Ning Fan's ice, and they immediately change their face and rush to avoid.

For these spirits, Ning Fan has no interest. In this century, the century-old elixir, the demon ghost, and Ning Fan are more interested. After a fragrant incense, he stunned and stopped at the end of the second floor, looking at the front of the array. A flash of light!

The array of light in front of us is worthy of being a vain array. It is really mysterious. One of the forces of the diaphragm seems to be able to identify the breath of Wei Guo’s command.

If there is no letter, only the Jindan monk can enter. If there is a letter, the power of the array will be reduced by half.

Ning Fan looked at the order, he found that this order was actually cast by a rare mineral jade, and that mine jade, only in the fourth layer, he saw some, it seems that Wei is a native A treasured spirit mine...

He reached out and pressed his hand on the light curtain, unable to penetrate. Half-step Jin Dan, still not Dan, entered the third floor, not enough... But with the letter, the array of lights is immediately reduced by half, and he can pass.

After receiving the letter, he was unable to pass again, but closed his eyes and silently. When the body is demon, his momentum rises. When the power and the power of the demon are combined, the mana is no weaker than the early Jindan... This is the benefit of practicing demon! Stepping in, he entered the array of lights, no obstacles!

On the third floor, there are several Jindan monks who are meditating on the ground. They sit for decades and don't ask the world. Naturally, they don't know Ning Fan's distracting Wei people.

Perceived that someone entered, one by one, Jin Dan, and immediately picked up the eyebrows, but noticed the breath of this person, but Jin Dan immediately lost interest.

"The early monks in the district, come to the third floor to practice, don't feel too dangerous!"

If these Jin Dan know that they are ridiculing the Zhou Ming ancestors who swept Wei Guo, what a horror?

For these Jindan monks, Ning Fan is interested. He was running fast, and the Jindan demon here had a sense of ingenuity. He felt that Ning Fan had come and immediately avoided.

The intuition of these demons is more acute than the monks, and they feel the horror of Ning Fan.

Along the way, there are occasional centuries-old elixir, which has been carefully selected by Ning Fan.

After half an hour, he stopped at the junction of the third and fourth floors, and after entering the place, he was dignified for the first time.

On the fourth floor, the array of light is filled with pale gold brilliance, and there is a faint Sanskrit flow.

With Ning Fan Xiu, and Yuan Jue Gu’s order, it is impossible to enter the fourth floor.

He squatted for a moment, closed his eyes, and then began to squat, and his body was covered with layers of ink-colored swords, his eyes were indifferent, and his hair was dancing wildly!

"broken!"

After he screamed and screamed, the ray broke and healed, and he stepped on the fourth floor!

At this moment, several Jin Dan, who had previously ridiculed Ning Fan, changed their faces one by one!

The bang is undoubtedly a sign of entering the fourth floor... The fourth floor, this person, is the Yuan Ying monk!

...

The fourth layer, there is a thousand years of spiritual medicine, cherish the spirit mine, no monsters and ghosts.

However, Ning Fan is still one step at a time, always ready to deal with the unknown situation.

A few concealed and tyrannical atmosphere, secretly rushed to Ning Fan, with a murder. These breaths are in the middle of Yuan Ying, there are late, and even Yuan Ying, they are the demon objects here.

On the road, there will be occasional rainy Yuan Ying, who died here. The bones are cold and the storage bags are collected by Ning Fan.

When these Yuan Ying ghosts were swept away, Ning Fan immediately took a storage bag and took out the **** jade.

Among them, there is a killing of the gods, **** tyrannical murder, spread from it, let one conceal the thoughts, immediately withdraw, hesitated, dispelled the killing of Ning Fan.

"This human race, not easy to provoke..." A gloomy voice, hoarse.

The fourth floor is full of roads, and there are also many dangerous places. There are Wannian elixir, but all have strong tyrannical monsters. After ignoring the thoughts, they have to dispel the heart of taking medicine, and he will repair it as a demon. Taboo is still acceptable, I want to kill all the monsters by this, some idiots say dreams.

He tried to get closer and walked straight toward the end of the fourth floor, and he was full of vigilance... Once the monster didn't know what to do, he immediately ignited a blow!

Occasionally there are eternal elixir, guarding the demon but the beginning of Yuan Ying, after Ning Fan sinks, with the silver bones, and calls out the black corpse, strong robbing the elixir. Two masters who are comparable to Yuan Ying, let some of the Yuan Yao's early demon objects, taboo and helpless, gave up the guardian spirit medicine... So, Ning Fan is getting several kinds of medicines for refining five-turn medicinal herbs.

After the intersection of the four or five floors, it is already a few hours later. The array of light in front of you is pure gold. The sound of the Sanskrit is endless. With the power of breaking the evil spirits, there is no evil spirit of the Yuan Ying period, and dare to approach this array of lights. It is Ning Fan, who feels a little suppressed from the array of light because of the practice of demon.

A very strong array of light, the order of the virtual, among them, there is a **** of the gods, the **** of life!

That **** is Zen, the name of Zen, but not compassionate, but with purple killing machine, combined with Wei Taizu's life killing!

When Ning Fan approaches, the ray of light immediately resembles a drop of water into the boiling oil, which stirs up a thousand layers of waves, a layer of purple light, and turns into a purple-colored mantra of the word, from the array of light!

The mantra rotates in the air, and every rotation can spur the void...

Where the virtual array, plus the killing of the monks of the gods of the gods, is the monk in the early days of ordinary revival, and can not compete against this array of light!

The **** of the gods in the hands of the jade, the power is also inferior to the array of light, I want to rely on the destruction of the gods, it is difficult to go to heaven!

The four-character mantra attacked the front, and Ning Fan immediately raised a feeling of creepy feelings.

He bit his teeth and sighed secretly. On his own, he was afraid that he could not enter this ruin.

It is no wonder that if this ruins are easy to enter, the gods have long been smashed through the threshold. In the middle of the refining of the imaginary monk, most of them do not bother to take the trouble to break through, just to gain the inheritance of the gods of the gods...

Before the fourth floor, it must have been stepped by the rain monks, but on the fifth floor, I am afraid that no one has ever entered...

"While the treasure is good, if it is depleted, it is worth it!"

He seems to be aware that when he is motivated by the whole body, he has to cast teleports and avoid the array of lights.

But at this moment, the strange thing appeared, in the storage bag, the still-sounding Dongsong Bell, and the faint bell sounded.

And that one of the four words of the mantra, suddenly seems to encounter the enemy of life, a slight tremble, and immediately smashed in the bell.

The array of light is also like a fear, separating a gap that is passed by people.

Weird, extremely eccentric... Dongjuan Bell is the best magic weapon, but it can shatter the illusory illusion of the sacred monk...

But at this moment, since it was not doubtful, before the formation of the ray of light, Ning Fan immediately jumped into the gust of light.

Array of light, healing!

Wei Taizu's quiet storage for thousands of years, the first time, with a new owner!

...

The fifth floor, not big, no demon, no ghosts, just a dozen stone safely carved stone chambers, connected. There are bedrooms, Danfang, and practice rooms. For thousands of years, there was a ancestor of the peak of the gods, practicing here, sitting here!

The ground ash has accumulated a thick layer, it is hard to imagine how long it has been empty.

The magic weapon on the shelf is at least the best, but one by one because of the age, the spiritual loss, let Ning Fan secretly pity.

As for Danfang, there are a lot of four-way medicinal herbs on the shelf, but the jade bottle has turned yellow, and the medicinal herbs have become a pile of black powder.

This kind of thing happened in the ancient ruins. It is not a pity that Ning Fan is not surprising.

The magic weapon and the medicinal medicine that will be placed outside are all ordinary grades. The real good thing, if Wei Taizu wants to pass on to future generations, it will be a good living collection.

What Ning Fan cares about is the murals and wall carvings of every stone room.

This stone wall is an excellent material for making the sacred monk test stone. It is hard and horrible, but the lettering on it is like someone carving it with a finger. Every word has a little fingerprint.

The person who is engraving is undoubtedly Wei Taizu. This person is in the realm of refining, and the end is terror...

These murals are painted with the Buddha and the golden world of lotus blossoms.

Those words are Sanskrit. Fortunately, the ancient memory, although not knowing the Yaozu script, broke the Sanskrit.

Ning Fan discovered that these Sanskrit records are actually the self-report of Wei Taizu.

Among them, it not only includes the experience of a master's life, but also the inheritance of several kinds of exercises.

The grade-level refining method, "Plain".

The essence of the body, attack class, "Little Chiba Hand."

The essence of the body, the attack class, "Ming Wang Jinshen".

In addition, let Ning Fan slightly surprised that this Wei Taizu, even a master of the spirit, its spirits and other ranks, to the level, enough to forge the Xuan-level spirits, and the magic treasure above the magic weapon , attached spirit!

The spiritual faction that Wei Taizu passed down, named "Opening the Light", is a unique technique of the spirit of Buddhism.

There are also tens of people in the mortal world to open up, but it is all fraud.

The real opening technique, broad and profound, 晦涩古奥, to Ning Fan's mind, only understand the fur.

This technique, he can not learn, but it is not wasted, but with jade, careful branding. After thinking about it, even those murals were branded.

Outside the last stone room, he took his steps.

This stone room gives Ningfan an extremely heavy feeling. Among them, there is a strong sense of God, which is not condensed but not unwilling.

Through Shimen, Ning Fan discovered that Shimenzhong was a sitting place, an empty futon, and a broken robe was scattered.

Next to the robe, a black storage bag was dropped.

In addition, within the stone room, there is a pool of blood like a magma.

Seeing this blood pool, Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly condensed.

Because of this blood pool, what is contained is a very rare refining body to the treasure...burning blood!

A drop of blood is burned, and it is worth a thousand cents.

This pool is burning blood, priceless!

The burning of blood is a must for the "big bones" to break through the third layer.

Blood-burning is also a must-have for many high-level refinements.

It is no wonder that Wei Taizu, so tyrannical, it turned out that before his lifetime, it was a coincidence that he had won a pool of blood!

If there is a refinement of the monk, the Wei Taizu area is a god, but it is a matter of getting a pool of blood, how tempting it is! Everything will be desperate, and this place will be broken and the blood will be taken away.

But in the world, there is no such thing... they have no place with this place, and Ning Fan has a fate!

(so tired... insist)