Grasping Evil

Dao Tong Qing, from the emptiness of the Xuanwu Star, in the year of the ghosts of the sacred, Ning Fan served the refining of the grass, an inadvertent, realized the magical journey of the gods, the gods cut the line, penetrate the interface, did not enter the void, if not the basaltic star A certain powerful shot, I am afraid that Ning Fan has already smashed and died, and died in the void...

Tao Tong’s teacher, named Beili...

This place is the sea of ​​clouds, the three monuments are required for the name, and before the engraving, there are three steps. Welcome to reading

The most important thing for Ning Fan is the black name, the old man is so slippery, the name is black, this black, must have a special meaning!

"Dare to ask a clear friend, the name of the monument, why use color to distinguish?"

"Don't be a friend, this color is the air of the monk... The ordinary monk, the singer, the god, the law, the name, often the first five colors. If there are amazing means, you can know In the color of the game, you can get the technique of 'condensing into a pen', concealing the pen of the air, and the name of blue or even purple in the road tablet. Once the name is successful, the monk will get the blessing of the road. If it is purple, the success rate of this monk is smashed into a fairy, at least higher than the average person!"

10%! This probability is extremely terrifying for Wanzhongyi’s chance of becoming a fairy.

In the clear view, Ning Fan can identify the air transport, if the pen is condensed, at least the blue name can be engraved, and the air transport will be upgraded to the blue transport.

When the **** is turned into, it is the blue air transport. If it is organic, it will not be impossible to raise the air transport to purple step by step.

This person, is expected to become a fairy, worthy of a clear attention! Although it is a lower monk, once it is soaring, it is not acceptable.

"What is black?"

Ning Fan's heart is a bitter smile, purple air transport, so against the sky, it is sighing that his own air transport has been filthy... Helping to wake up blood, the benefits are not small, the cost is self-polluting.

Rumors of black air transport, into the fairy, but the old magic can become a fairy, why not!

"Black air transport, alias '成仙望'... This kind of air transport, the holder needs to repair against the sky, the fairy road is bumpy, the traffic is extremely poor, the sky robbery is extremely strong, the chance of becoming a fairy is extremely low... It is difficult to become a fairy, and the retrogression of black air transport can become a fairy, one million one... Mo said that the friend law has won this air transport, even if it has the ability, it is not recommended to make a black name in the next..."

A clear Taoist child, a good word to persuade. But unfortunately, Ning Fan's air transport, in addition to black, really can not be carved out of other colors.

Ning Fan’s thoughts are flying, and all kinds of signs seem to be that the devils that Dong Xu said are mostly referring to the pen of gas transportation and engraving the magic.

Helping to wake up, the air transport has been black, the life has changed, the magic is destined...

The change of the magic method must also be changed. Therefore, the consideration should be three steps.

"Which three steps, what three steps?" asked Ning Fan.

"Oh, the Taoist friend is engraved on the air, and it needs to be handled by the North Glass Master. It can't be done under the Lord. But if you are three steps, you can go with your friends. These three steps are a little difficult for ordinary people, but not big. But for the Taoist friends, it must be easy... The first step is to build the 'Ten Step Bridge', ten steps and one illusion, Jun Motou, Baibu Duqiao, and the past road. This bridge is rumored to be built by Xianhuang Lidao. Those who have passed this bridge have a lot of benefits for the mood of the monks."

"An ordinary monk can work fifteen steps a day, and the bridge can be completed within seven days. And this bridge illusion, with seven steps, the first seven days, the illusion is intensified, the gods are also breaking free, the fourteenth day, refining The imaginary will also be tempted. On the 21st day, the sham is sinister... There was a broken master, yu used this ten-step bridge to counter the mind and temper the state of mind, and ended up staying in the ten-step bridge for more than 21 days. On the 22nd, he could hardly get out of the bridge. In the end, he was swallowed up by the illusion...

Introducing one side, one side led Ning Fan, crossed the sea of ​​clouds, and went to a bridge of clouds.

There is a monument on the side of the bridge, named ‘10 steps’. There is a deep under the bridge. The bridge is covered with purple mist, and the purple mist can evolve many illusions.

"This is the ten-step bridge... Ten steps and one illusion, Jun Mo turned back... This is to say goodbye to the past..."

Ning Fan stood on the edge of the bridge and was suddenly surprised.

This ‘10 steps’ word is very familiar... he knows!

This handwriting, and the handwriting of ‘send a dying to death’, is almost two!

"This ten-step bridge is actually a peerless real fairy who wrote the famous scrolls."

Ning Fan had to be shocked. According to Dao Tongqing, this ten-step bridge was established by the Taikoo Emperor. Then, if the person of the bridge and the name of the book are the same person, then the king will die and the four characters will be the Emperor. Write it!

Taikoo Emperor, this person is the master of the ancient emperor, is the owner of the billion world, the true trace of such a master, actually fell in his own hands...

"I don't know if I sold the four words, can I use the money I earned to buy a rain..."

Ning Fan slowly gathered his look.

"Please ask your friends to climb the bridge!" A clear road boy said aloud, the purple fog on the bridge, which emerged a path of tolerance, for people to board the bridge.

At the moment when the purple mist is scattered, Ning Fan is on time, stepping on the bridge!

Standing in Yunqiao, the purple fog healed, and Ning Fan suddenly felt a great Xianwei, covering him, like a few mountains, carrying his shoulders, making his footsteps difficult to move half a step.

The emperor's prestige! Under this pressure, on the Emperor, or the mortal, there is only a feeling of difficulty!

Trying to test the fruit, Ning Fan closes his eyes and does not move forward.

Silky, the power of the late stage of the gods, with blood, covering the whole body.

At the moment when the blood mans appeared, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes and broke away from Xianwei, taking the first step!

As soon as the Qingdao children's face changed, it was secretly surprised.

If he does not perceive the mistake, although Ning Fan has not turned the gods, but the pressure is already the late stage of the gods, not weak themselves!

"The so-called all things are difficult at the beginning. The first step is often the most difficult step for a monk to take. The ordinary people who have the qualifications are trapped for several hours or even a few days in this first step, but like this one, If you climb the bridge no more than ten interest, you will take the first step, four days of fairyland, billions of gods, and you can do it, no more than 100,000 people! Just don't know, this one can move after the first step. After a few steps..."

A clear gaze, under his gaze, Ning Fan's toe point, in an instant, crossed a full nine steps.

Every step, forced into a sword, with a powerful sword to block Xianwei, these nine steps, a clear self-question, only after the breakthrough of the gods later, can only step out!

"Nine steps into a sword, in one go, if this son walks through the first ten steps in one breath, and calls out the first illusion, in the four days of the celestial world, he can rank more than 10,000..."

Nine steps, it is the limit of Ning Fan's nine steps. After nine steps, the sword is on the peak, falling down, and the heavy Xianwei, almost letting Ning Fanfa gasp, Moti stepped down the tenth step.

The words of the Taoist children, falling in the ears of Ning Fan, are clearly praise, but Ning Fan feels harsh.

Even if you go all out in one go and step on the tenth step, it is only the strength of 10,000 people in four days... Four gods and goddess of the immortal world, young people, how so...

" Ten thousand people, not enough! In the past, the Master is here, how many more... I don't know, but certainly not, 10,000!"

The blood color pressure was shocked, and the purple mist Xianwei was slightly shaken. Ning Fan took the step and decided to step out the tenth step.

The tenth step forced to step down, Xianwei shocked, he only felt a sweet throat, a few yu hemoptysis.

But this blood is reversed, he does not cough, but does not swallow. Once he coughs blood, he collapses. The tenth step is his limit.

"This son really took ten steps out! Ten steps and one illusion, here, this child will face the first illusion of the dust, the first illusion, often represents the first death of this child, but I do not know this first death Qiu, how will it be repaired..."

Ten steps and one stop, Ning Fan was in front of him, and a black robe monk emerged slowly. The seven people looked indifferent, and their faces were young, but the voice was hoarse and old.

In the days of the elders of the Zongwaimen, the paper cranes were thrown into the Hehuan ancestors, and the yu was taken as the southeast of Wuding!

The first person Ning Fan killed himself!

Dao Tong’s eyes were clear and moving, and he lost his voice. “The first enemy of this son is actually the late stage of the spirit...”

His movements are not as high as the late cultivation of the spirit, but as the first enemy, this cultivation is indeed not low.

The strong monk is also a practice from the ordinary man. The man who was killed by the monk for the first time is usually a mortal, or a filial piety... The first enemy is a spirit, if it is not the genius Killing the ring, when you just cultivated the truth, you will point the sword front to the spirit...

"This illusion, this is not difficult to break, but I don't know if he can keep going, and then step out the eleventh step. If he can, he can be listed in the top nine thousand gods... but he should do No, just the tenth step, he is extremely stubborn, almost coughing blood..."

Ning Fan’s eyes fell on Wu’s southeast, and his eyes were a bit cold and flashing.

That southeast of Wu is obviously an illusion, but it is more realistic.

Even facing Ning Fan, I still look at it and let me talk.

"Ning Fan, you dare to kill me, you dare to kill me! If this matter makes me know from the sect of the Zongxie, you will die!"

Wu Dongnan’s words were put into general, and the mind was gradually clear.

He only noticed that he seems to have died for too long. During this time, Ning Fan was no longer a five-layer junior who killed himself in the same year!

Ning Fan in front of him, the momentum is unattainable, it is like an unreachable mountain, but because of the approximation of the gods, the breath is almost invisible, and it makes Wu Dongnan see Ning Fan at first, still not aware of this.

However, as Ning Fan’s eyes rise, the pressure is reserved!

In the late stage of the transformation of the gods, the body of the illusory purple mist that fell in the southeast of Wu, made him feel a sense of creepiness.

"This, what is this repair! Jin Dan?! No, Yue Guo Jin Dan, no one, there is this pressure... Is it the legendary Yuan Ying period, yes, must be Yuan Ying period! But this How is it possible, Ning Fan, this ants, how to achieve Yuan Ying, this is impossible!"

For the southeast of Wu, the Yuan Ying period is the realm of legend.

Only when Ningfan blood red power is under pressure, Wu Dongnan is timid and finds that the other side is only a kind of pressure, so that his purple fog body collapses! Xianmai, inch inch crush! Know the sea and turn it into nothing! As if all the way to read, all under the pressure of Ning Fan, annihilation!

"This is the late Weihua... Wu Southeast, when you murdered the paper crane, this hatred is that you will live forever, and I will not forget... die!"

When the pressure was shocked, Wu’s body collapsed. Only one head fell on the bridge, and Ning Fan was unbelievable.

This illusion is called illusion, but there is truth in the illusion. This is the means of the emperor.

"In the late stage of the gods, the late stage of the gods..." Wu Dongnan was scared, and this word of God was several times stronger than Yuan Ying. For him, it is a legend.

The eleventh step, Ning Fan stepped down!

Under this step, his black hair became longer, the wind was automatic, the white clothes turned into pure black, and the left face appeared to be textured.

One step, the southeastern head of Wu will be broken!

Immediately, the pace is non-stop, and if the weight is light, step out of the twelfth step, thirteen steps!

Ning Fan has been practicing since then, and he has created two techniques, one for the nine steps, and the other for the ink flow.

The eleventh step is not the end, not!

Dao Tong Qing, eyes are shocked, if he did not read the mistake, Ning Fan turned into a black ink shadow means, is actually a broken virtual power, incarnation of the surgery!

Under the blessing of the incarnation, Ning Fan was lightly and easily held until the 19th step, and stepped on the twentieth step.

"One step out of twenty steps, this person once turned into a god, in the four days of the gods, ranked in the top five thousand, absolutely not difficult! The second illusion, in general, is the most wanted of the monk in his life, but Unkilled people... I don’t know what this person’s hatred is, what will it be..."

As soon as the words of the Qing Dynasty fell, they suddenly saw a big shock.

In front of Ning Fan, the purple fog condensed, it was actually a giant black giant, revealing the amazing momentum of the fifth.

"Broken fivefold, Nirvana magic pulse! This child must kill the enemy, it is such a master!"

In the face of the giants, Ning Fan is as small as an ant.

It’s just the body of this ant, but his eyes are not afraid, and he looks up at the giant.

"Han Nie Tian!"

"Bold! The name of the emperor, is this little ant ant you can call it! You wait, for a hundred years, you will arrive soon, your master will die, you can't escape! Ancient magic road, broken bones into soldiers !"

The black armor is a big bit of life, and the blood is not flowing.

A little finger is a hill. The phalanx turns into black light, and the evolution of 100,000 magic soldiers, all of them are extremely vicious and have the strength of Jindan.

Ten thousand magic soldiers, yu merged with each other, but Ning Fan slaps and grasps, Yunhai Sunlight, are held in the palm of his hand, turned into a gilt gun.

"The ancient magic road, broken bones into soldiers? 100,000 Jin Dan, a thousand yuan baby, combined with ten gods, ten gods in one, can reach the peak of the gods ... before your bones are not combined, this surgery can be broken !"

With a palm of the hand, the golden gun is like an aurora, piercing into the 100,000 magic soldiers, turning into a shadow, and exploding!

This is the gun from the Japanese, for the level of the Chinese character magic, Ning Fan is still the first time to display, the front of the gun body.

The power of this gun, 100,000 Jin Dan bone soldiers, are seriously injured.

Under the swipe of the sword, the ink shadow hit, and 100,000 bone soldiers have died!

"You are a false Nie, give me a roll!"

Ning Fan’s eyes are like Tianwei. Under one gaze, the black giants crashed.

In the illusion, there is illusion and truth. If Wu’s southeast is biased towards the true, then the Nemo is not dead, naturally it is virtual...

A clear-eyed, generalized monk, if the second illusion is a broken master, it must be a bitter day, one day later, the illusion is scattered, the purple fog is reduced, the king does not look back, can continue to move forward...

Someone really used the technique to kill the phantom and use a gaze to shatter the broken shadow.

"It seems that I underestimated this one... This son definitely has the strength to finish the ten-step bridge. In the four-day fairyland, the gods of the gods can be less than a thousand. The reason is only a thousand, or because of this The cultivation is still low. Once this child enters the middle of the god, it will be listed as five hundred. If the **** is late, it will enter the first hundred. If the peak of the god, it will enter the first fifty... I will never be wrong, this son, It’s a genius!”

Twenty steps, twenty-two steps... thirty steps.

Ning Fan found that as long as this gas is unbroken and continues, the purple fog illusion is an excellent state of mind for himself.

Just annihilating the two illusions, my own state of mind, has reached the beginning of the gods.

Forty steps, fifty steps... ninety steps, one by one old enemy, the old friends, have emerged, and finally, even Ning Fan’s adoptive father Ning Da Niu appeared in Wu Guozhi’s time, after Ning Fan’s body, he shouted, but Ning Anything, never look back. Ning Da Niu, his adoptive father, although there are graces, there are also hatred, enmity is difficult to say, but let it stay, the qualifications are not enough.

In the ninety-ninth step, Ning Fan took his footsteps.

Ning Fan relied on the power of the incarnation to cross the ten-step bridge, but when he was about to take the first hundred steps, he made a slight meal.

In the next step, he has not yet stepped out, but he has a feeling of warmth and nostalgia.

Ten steps bridge, this last step, what illusion will appear.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Fan did not stop, no talk about turning back.

But after the first hundred steps, he was amazed.

He faintly felt that after stepping on this step, the purple fog behind him turned into a woman, stretching out the arms of the pale yellow sleeves, gently licking his neck, and screaming weakly.

"Baby, my...baby...remember...you are surnamed cloud, don't hate it, he just forgot us...when he remembers you, he will come here as soon as he comes to pick you up..."

At the moment when this sound sounded, Ning Fan’s heart seemed to have a string and collapsed.

"This voice is so familiar... yes, mother..."

After the 100th step, he could have left the 10-step bridge in one step and completed the first step.

But Ning Fan, who did not leave, turned gently and turned back.

Outside the ten-step bridge, Dao Tong’s face is greatly changed. Whether it is a mortal or a broken emptiness, on the ten-step bridge, it must not be turned back.

Once you turn back, you will be invaded by the purple fog, be fascinated by the illusion, sinking the illusion, and finally the purple fog of the monument.

"Ning Daoyou, can't look back, can't!"

The sound of a clear, after all, is late.

Just after Ning Fan turned around, his eyes, but there was no confusing and confused expression.

He turned back, but there was no illusion of indulgence... how could this be!

"Since the ancient times, on the ten-step bridge, people can turn back without getting lost... Is this the first one?! How did he do it!"

On the ten-step bridge, Ning Fan gently turned around and looked at the warm-hearted woman in front of her eyes.

This woman, a pale yellow shirt, looks like the face of twenty-seven, but makes Ning Fan faint.

In the dream of Yun Ruowei, I have seen a woman in a yellow shirt, similar to this woman's face. The only difference is that the woman in front of her eyes is already a mother.

"Baby, my baby..." The woman, the loving **Ning Fan's head, is pleased with the eyes.

Ning Fan slowly closed his eyes and smiled.

"This is the mother of my Ning Fan..."

Parents, let Ning Fan be strong and strong, but there is a broken heart in his heart.

The lack of warmth was compensated by the younger brother Ning Gu, the master and the old man, and the wife of the paper crane. But the make-up is to make up for it. If you have not experienced the father and the mother, you can’t talk about it.

"Mother, are you still alive... It’s good, is this saying that one day, I can still see my mother..."

Ning Fan pointed a little, did not use the slightest mana, the yellow shirt woman, but turned into a purple fog collapsed.

This illusion, like the Neihuang, is biased towards falsehood. The reason is that the mother is still alive and lives somewhere...

"I used to hate monasticism, but if I don't practice the Tao, I will always go to the sea of ​​clouds, step on the ten-step bridge, and discover the fact that my mother is living..."

"So, the monasticism is right, so I should swear by the singer... This is not the singularity of the singularity of the heart, but the fragrant heart of the singularity of the common man... the cultivation of the truth is not a mana, but a Strong heart."

"On the ten-step bridge, if you don't look back, you will have less struggle. If you look back, but you haven't broken your own small self, you will sink the illusion, and the purple fog will swallow it... I turned back, but I was not purple. Swallow, because my heart, no confusion, in the moment I heard this voice, I decided to look back, my mother looks like..."

"Yu Fan two words, the world, misunderstood!"

Ning Fan turned and stepped out of the ten-step bridge.

He said in a row, in the eyes of Taoist children, turned into a stormy wave.

Incisive!

This theory of singularity is simply an ancient and a latecomer.

Everyone in the world is because you want to cut off the dust, but you don’t know that the word is the one you are referring to...

"Congratulations to Ning Xiong, I spent the first step! I dare to assert that if Ning Xiong was born for four days, I was afraid that it would be the best of the heavens, and that there would be more than ten people in the Ning Xiong talents! Even if they were born in the lower bounds. However, with the strength of Ning's brothers and hearts, it is not to be confused by the dust. This is a good thing. It is a matter of morning and evening. A Qing will be in the fairyland of the four days, waiting for the day when Ning Xiong will fly. On that day, it will not distant!"

"Polite... Please bring your friend to Ning, go directly to the second step!"

The two have not yet moved, but in the middle of the sea of ​​clouds, there is a purple sword light, with the shadow of the glass, flying wildly and floating.

Above the glass sword, a purple shadow, a small robes, soft shoes, scent, look at Ning Fan, colorful.

"A good theory of arrogance... Bei Li asked himself a lot of Junjie Wangsun, but he can see him on the ten-step bridge like a son, but it is the first time I saw it..."

A purple smoke, from far and near, the sword appeared, but it is a delicate and beautiful woman.

The pale lips are light, the lotus steps are light, and the fragrance is bursting.

The eyes are cold, no need to say much, it makes people feel that the world is duli.

Above the show, there are two purple stars. Between the eyebrows, it is similar to Beixiaoman...

"There is a palace in the north, seeing the son..."

The woman in purple does not bow to the blessing, but the heroic posture is refreshing.

The half-step refining of the imaginary makes it sway between the steps. This woman's distance breaks through the smoldering, not far away...

Ning Fan holds a fist and returns to the ceremony, but his heart is a glimpse.

This woman is a man of the palace of the past, surnamed North, is not, is the sister of Bei Xiaoman...

Bei Xiaoman is the fourth lady of the palace, the north glass, and a few ladies...

It is impossible to check Yuan Yaoyu’s income storage bag. In case, this woman is a North Xiaoban sister, she will see Yuan Yaoyu, and she will have trouble.

And if this polite woman is really a North Little Sister, it would be strange for Ning Fan, who is also a sister, how is such a savage, one is so knowledgeable.

"The second step of the singer, the question of 'clocking the bell', ringing the reincarnation clock, the heart of thinking in the heart of the heart... the vulgaris of the monk, the ringing of the three times of the reincarnation, when the northern glass of the gods, knocked Ringing 11 times... I don’t know how many times the son can ring..."

The northern glass gods are not scornful because of the humble identity of the lower monks of Ning Fan.

In her opinion, the more monks who started from the end, the more charming they are...

Ning Fan secretly urged thief...

This woman, it really is Bei Xiaoban sister, the palace of the world, Miss San, ‘Zi Qingjian’ North Glass!

Than the north, gentle ten streets, at least! To be continued. )