Grasping Evil

The paper crane stayed in Ning's house, and Ning Qian accompanied her in the room.

Outside the house, Ning Fan leaned on the back of the green cow, holding the willow whip, looking at the ancient well without waves.

His body is obviously thin, but it makes the Green Bull dare not resist, and even dare not have any dissatisfaction.

The royal family is helping away, the group of demons are retreating, and even the demon can’t count on the green cow, and they dare not offend Ning Fan.

Wang Carpenter knew his daughter's heart and did not stop her daughter after sighing.

However, Wu Jia, from the county town, found a lot of land and rogue, three or five groups, came to Ningcun to make trouble.

Many of them hold equipment, and they are outside the bamboo fences of Ningjia, or some people hold torches, claiming that Ningjia does not put paper cranes, they have to set fire to people!

"Hey, let's not let go, I can't wait. I heard that Ning Qian's mother, Ning Qian, was once the village. Although it has passed 30, the charm still exists. The paper crane is an adult, I I don’t dare to move, but what about Ning Qian..."

One by one, it is impossible to be a heavenly person.

But they don't know, in the eyes of Ning Fan, who is truly incapable, they are nothing.

The sound of insults, let Ning Fan eyes show cold, this moment of cold rise, he urged the green cow, the hands of the willow whip!

A whip is drawn out, but it seems to be a thousand times in a flash, and at the same time, it is drawn on dozens of rogues.

It is clearly a wicker whip, but it is still more painful than iron bars!

what!

A scream, spread throughout Ningcun, for a time, shocked within a village, poultry humming!

Ning Fan did not kill people... In eight years, 96 months, he was a plain life, only to raise the heart of the question. Once murder, blood is in the mood, it is because of killing the heart, breaking to ask the state of mind, this illusion, there is no longer to stay.

On the day of getting along with the mother, it will end...

And this illusion. Ning Qian is a mortal woman. If she sees herself killing all beings, will she be afraid...

"In order to see my mother for a few days, let me wait for your dog's life... Interesting, I can't think of my Ning Fan, there will be a day of not killing! But if you don't kill, you have to let Er, and all the people fear and repent!"

Ning Fan’s eyes fell on the mantle that was born to the mother of the play, and his eyes were rising.

Bend a finger and shatter the willow whip. A piece of willow leaves, turned into a blue-colored blade, pierced into the mouth of each floor, and licked everyone's tongue!

what!

One by one, the pain is painful, but it is hard to say a word, but they are all dumb!

And all the mantles, Qi Qi at this moment, looking at the direction of Ning Fan. Do not want to worship, this scene, with the means of willows, let them ... chill!

witchcraft! This is Ning Fan. Not a person, it is a monster!

I can't afford it, I can't afford it! Can people fight with monsters! What's more, the public has lived for countless years, and I have never seen a monster that can kill people with willows!

Even the little demon who appears occasionally in the country counties. It’s also attached to the body and the troubled house, which makes you sleepy.

Unscrupulous and free to kill, it is the master of the means!

unfortunately. They knew that Ning Fan was the secret of the ‘devil, but he did not dare to preach it, but it became dumb and could not be advertised.

Dozens of people have lost their lives and fled back to the county. Seven days later, Wu Jiazhong of Dongxian County and Wunannan looked at the 47 cellars that were raised, and all of them were cut off their tongues and looked angry!

"What is going on here! Are you not going to grab a kiss? How are people separated by their tongues? Who is so bold, dare to sin in the East County boundary, offending me to Wudong!"

One by one, they were all scared by Ning Fan’s ‘Horse,’ and the only cellar that would write a few words, barely on paper, wrote nine words.

Ning Fan is a demon person, can not offend!

"The demon? It's ridiculous! The child doesn't blame and blame. There are so many demon in the world. Yes, this Ning Fan, afraid of being a master of martial arts, rumors that martial arts practice to the depths of the world, can also kill people with flying leaves... Hey, this time, I went south to Wu’s head and asked for it. It’s not difficult to get this Ning Fan... but just in case, please ask Zhuge Xianshi, go together, if there is a demon, let the leader win...”

Three days later, Wu Guandong invited the famous Hongjiaotou and Zhugexian divisions in the county to walk around, entertain, and give gifts.

The former is a master of martial arts. Over 40 years old, the internal force is extremely strong, the temples are high, and the hidden weapon means that the flying leaves are murdered. When I heard that Ningcun had a young master, I immediately dismissed it.

"Mr. Wu rest assured that this person may have a good talent and touched the secret of the "flying leaves killing" in the martial arts, but this person is only 16 years old, the talent is higher, but the internal strength is certainly not as good as me. This is to deal with ordinary people, perhaps powerful, But in front of Hongmou, it’s not worth mentioning!"

Then Zhuge Xianshi, gently snorted, disdain,

"Where can the military be, but I don't know that there are celestial beings in the world... Although the poor road is the fourth layer of the avenue, it is the master of three or five mortals. It can also be easily killed... This does not require the head of the cult, the poor road can be one person. A piece of fire is enough to kill!"

Hong Jiaotou and Zhuge Xianshi, the words of the needle, it seems that the two had a festival.

Seeing the quarrel between the two, Wu Dongnan is a good word to comfort, but his heart has already murdered.

"Hong Jiaotou, Zhuge Xianshi, please remember that this Ning Fan is indeed a demon!"

Wu Dongnan will bite the identity of Ning Fan, killing this person, and will not commit the law of the country.

Hong Jiaotou and Zhuge Xianshi, heart-to-heart, will sneer at each other.

The two shot, each with silver and two.

Collecting money, destroying people, biting Ning Fan is a demon, killing no sin!

The people of the group rushed out of the county town, playing, but it was the name of the demon.

When I went to Ningcun, I hadn't entered the village yet, but I saw Ning Fan riding a cow, and holding a whip, looking like a frost, sweeping people.

"This person is Ning Fan!" A small cockroach who is responsible for leading the way, pointing to the young man riding the cow.

Upon hearing this, Hong Jiaotou and Zhuge Xianshi, together, looked at Ning Fan, and after confirming that this son was only fifteen or six years old, they were all robbing expressions.

After all, the head of the Hong religion was bigger, step by step, and there was a tiger-wei, a big knife in the hand, and a slap in the face of Ning Fan.

"The demon person is Ning Fan, come down to die!"

"With you!"

Ning Fan’s gaze, **** mang, and suffocating.

At this moment, all those who were swept by his eyes were soft knees, fell to the ground, shivering, and trembled.

Zhuge Xianshi changed his face. He is very sure of one thing at the moment. That is...Ning Fan in front of him. It is a monk! It is a monk who is many times more than his realm! Just a pressure, 16 cents of your own, all broken!

puff!

He spurted out a stream of blood, slammed the floor, and was already timid, and looked at Wudongnan with anger.

A good southeast! Said to kill a small thief, in fact, killing such a predecessor... This is simply lie to yourself to die!

Hong Jiaotou is tighter than Ning Fan, and he is more sensitive to Ning Fan.

At the time of the **** attack, the head of the Hongjiao head was in the shape of a steel ring knife. Directly used as a smashing powder, and its one arm, it is turned into a blood mist collapse, painful heart!

Dantian smashed, and the five insides burned. The chest of Hong Jiao’s head seemed to be a heavy blow. It flew directly and fell into the dust, but it was not undercover. The hemoptysis is not limited, the eyes are equally hateful, looking southeast.

What is this master!

This person is not practicing martial arts. This is not an internal force. This is really a demon, or the kind of killing the head of Hong education is not willing to offend!

"Who dares to grab my wife!"

Ning Fan faint, but it seems that there are countless thunder, blasting in the ears of the owner. Do your best.

Wu Dongnan did not pay any attention to the resentment of Hong Jiaotou and Zhuge Xianshi. He just looked at Ning Fan unbelievably. This appearance, Wu Southeast has seen, just before that, he could not think of it, Ning Fan is that person!

The owner of this appearance appeared in the dream of Wudongnan day and night!

In that dream, Wu Dongnan is a fairy who is flying in the sky, but every time, it will be easily killed by this person!

Can't provoke, this person can't provoke!

If you know that the paper crane was taken away by this person, you are 10,000 courageous and do not dare to offend this person!

How is the family capital and how to show the talents?

Wu Dongnan believes that even if he wants to grab the paper crane, it is the king. He is willing to go all the way, and he will go all the way to the palace and take away the beloved woman.

"Seeking Ning Zun, forgive!"

Wu Dongnan slammed the ground, deadly hoes, using the way of dreaming Ning Fan, summoned a sentence of Ning Zun.

"This life, I don't want to see it again... roll!"

In the private school, the purple youth who is teaching is showing the color of approval.

"This is a child, killing, this is not a bad thing, but if you only know how to kill, then on the way to the fairy, it will be difficult to go far... This is to spend more time with the mother, so instead of killing, do not destroy this illusion... The emperor likes the dutiful son... It’s been 97 days, it’s time to pass him a sigh...”

Wu southeast gray head soil face away, Ningcun things, gradually subsided.

Ning Fan took the cow home, and the fragrance of the food was heard in the house.

Mother, paper crane, and myself...

This is the warmth that Ning Fan dreams of...

He slowly closed his eyes and showed a satisfied smile. Although he knew everything in front of him, it was illusory.

The night is deep, the second woman rests, Ning Fan is riding the cow out of the village, all the way north.

There is a mountain in the north, the mountain is not high, but the mountain is only five hundred feet, but the mountain stands a purple youth. He stands there, as if it is a look, you can see all the heavens and the earth in front of you... crush!

Ning Fan jumped down the green cow, patted the bull's head and said goodbye.

The green cow refused, and turned back a few steps, like reluctant to leave Ning Fan, but Ning Fan, condemned it.

The figure is a vertical, turned into a purple smoke, appeared in the foothills, separated by a step, standing behind the purple dress youth, holding the fist,

"The younger generation, Ning Fan, I have seen the Purple Emperor!"

"Ok!"

At this moment, the youth of purple clothes, in the eyes, there is a spirit of the world.

He is on the mountain, so he is no longer the teacher of the dust, but... the emperor!

"I have a relationship with you! You can get an insight through the examination of the emperor... But before this realization, the emperor has something to ask you... You are brave, you are scared of thieves, you don't kill, If you have to stay in the illusion, why not get along with your mother and wife, but rush to find the emperor!"

"I need to cultivate, in the real world, reunite with them!"

"Well, this answer is not satisfactory... With your realm, it is not enough to see through the truth, no wonder you... the outside world is real, the illusion here is not necessarily true... One day, you will understand the reincarnation, you will understand..."

The youth of the purple dress no longer speaks, and his figure gradually becomes ethereal, eventually turning into a purple mist.

This purple mist is a cage, five hundred feet of hills, suddenly pulled up, all the way straight into the sky, reaching seven million feet.

Seven million feet height, Ning Fan heart and big earthquake, at this moment, regardless of the outside world, or the illusion of himself, are in the mountains!

"You have entered the world of endless seas, and your heart has broken into the sea of ​​clouds. The heart has entered the heart of the sea from the sea of ​​clouds. Among them. Which one is true and which one is false, can you see through?"

"You who are not necessarily eager to learn, are false, you may not be killed in the rain, it is true... really imaginary in a thought!"

"This emperor uses the power of reincarnation to evolve purple fog and purple mist. You can understand how much you can understand. It is your chance to make it!"

With the words of the purple bucket, a trace of purple gas, like a long stream of water, did not enter the body of Ningfan.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and stood in the wind of the seven thousand feet.

In reincarnation, he could not see through because he was too weak. He is still in the first step of comprehension, but Xianhuang claims to be the fourth step!

The four-day true fairy should be the second step. It is also said that the reason why the real immortals can't even look up to the emperor is because it is far from reaching the third step, let alone the fourth step...

This is the strongest of Taikoo. Give yourself a chance.

You must never waste it!

In this purple gas, it seems like a step. You can master the reincarnation and display the reincarnation technique that makes the dream Xuanzi fear.

It’s just too much purple gas, flowing from the fingertips, like the unsettled Ganges sand, like the lost years.

"I haven't completely refined God. It's not enough to understand the power of reincarnation... But if you just imitate this purple gas and create a spell, you may not be able to do it... even if you only imitate the semi-fractal, this technique is also a bit of a reincarnation. The shadow, while waiting for my realm enough, with this technique, will be able to participate in the reincarnation!"

His eyes are determined, his hands are determined, and his technique is evolved.

On the 98th, 99th... one day, the day went, and in this seven million feet, Ning Fan has stood for 247 days!

On the 248th day, he opened his eyes, pointing to a condensate, and the purple mist around him seemed to be broken and turned into crystal dust.

That crystal dust, every grain, is purple gold, like smoke, like sand.

Ning Fan did not understand the true meaning of the reincarnation, but he created a spell in the power of reincarnation.

He opened his eyes and turned around, looking at the direction of the dream Xuanzi, pointing to change.

At this moment, the face of Meng Xuanzi was shocked.

248 days! This son actually stayed in the illusion, stayed for 248 days!

From this point of view, the point of view, it seems that this child, but also to understand the look of a spell.

If it's just a spell, it's all right, but this spell can't even see the order!

"No order? There is no reason for this technique. There is only one reason... It is the power involved in this technique. It is too powerful to be expressed through the order... He is now repairing, not completely purifying God, so he uses this technique. It is a middle-grade product, but if he breaks through the smoldering, then this technique is a virtual technique! If he becomes a fairy, this technique can be improved step by step, becoming a fairy sorcerer! High, but can't comprehend all in one breath!"

Dream Xuanzi’s eyes are dignified, and Ning Fan’s comprehensible spells are not complete at all. There are so many rumors that they can only play the power of the middle-class products, but the power involved makes the Emperor’s identity feel A tricky...

As Ning Fan pointed to the side, his eyes became gradually purple.

Refers to the swaying, purple gold sands of the evolution of the silk reincarnation, like the wind and smoke, blowing through the heavens and the earth. However, all the rocks and vegetation that have been involved in this purple gold smoke are unimaginable speed, withering and dying!

"Reincarnation, I don't understand... but I know how to feel the rush of time, a hundred years of broken, like a huge stone, the kind of urgency, let me not move... Time, 韶华, I can appreciate it a little..."

He took a sigh of relief and ecstasy, constantly perfecting the third spell that comes from this comprehension.

Stepping into the sky, the ink is distracted, and each one is its strong card.

This kind must be stronger! Because this is the opportunity given by the Emperor, understanding!

"What is time, what is 韶华... Fenghua is a quicksand, old is a period of time, this technique can melt the time, make everything old and decaying, its name is... purple magic, wind smoke!"

Let all the enmity be in this smog, grow old and become dust!

Ning Fan one finger, point, purple gold wind smoke, rolled to the dream Xuanzi.

The dream of Xuanzi changed, and he pointed out a blue light, which turned into a hunting breeze, trying to offset the purple gold dust.

Although he is a breeze, it is more than enough to offset the spells of the grade.

However, when the breeze collided with the purple gold dust, it could not stop the purple smoke, but in the wind, the wind weakened and melted.

Nothing can escape the old, even the wind!

Zijin Fengyan has a dream of Xuanzi, and because of its strong body, it is not hurting.

It’s just that it’s not hurt. Dream Xuanzi clearly feels that his body is old and alive, and his life is taken away...

Under that contact, the technique of the district-level middle-class product actually hurts himself? Although there is only one trace, it is too ridiculous!

If the dream of Xuanzi does not feel wrong, then the power to take away the vitality involves the power of reincarnation... although plausible, it is smeared...

"This son. Really feel a glimpse of the power of reincarnation! If this son is also cultivated by the emperor, this refers to the wind, enough to beat the old man!"

斩凡The third step, the end!

Ning Fan’s eyes were completely clear and clear, and he smiled. When he realized the magic, he actually started to dream Xuanzi, but fortunately, this dream Xuanzi did not seem to blame himself.

In my heart. Then secretly delighted in the power of this technique.

This spell is displayed, Ning Fan has confidence, and the middle of the killing of the gods is the late stage. There is a chance to kill, so that the other party, in the wind, turned into fly ash!

248 days. Mana increased 2480 A, total 3495 A!

And in a sentiment, myself. To almost completely refine the gods, only the name of the inscription.

"Thank you Mr. Purple Doo..."

Ning Fan is holding a punch in the distant purple fog.

The emperor should be dead, and the relationship between the master and the apprentice in the illusion should be only the inheritance of the spell.

That is the power that I can't understand, but once I can understand it, I can see the truth and reincarnation.

"After life, I can be interested, fly up to my void, join me in the palm of my hand..."

For the first time, Xuanzi of the dream took the initiative to raise the minds of the people!

"The younger generation has a teacher..."

"Yes... that's a pity..." Xuan Xuanzi shook his head and sighed. It has already been his identity, and it is enough to take the initiative to speak once. In the same way, it is impossible to say the second time and force the other party to be a disciple.

He no longer speaks, a roll of sleeves, a tremor in the heavens and the earth, with Ning Fan, appearing under the three gods.

It is not only a demon power, but also a demon monument.

"This is the technique of condensing a pen into a pen. With such a name, you can get a gas transport blessing..."

Dream Xuanzi a roll of sleeves, there is a piece of jade slip, appeared in front of Ning Fan, was ingested by his hands, pressed in the eyebrows.

In an instant, the technique of condensing into a pen is known.

His air transport has been blessed in the middle of the reincarnation, and it is not necessary for this technique to do more.

Even under the ink, there is an amazing purple movement and a first-class air transport.

If Ning Fan is willing, he can engrave the purple name, but that is, I am afraid that the secret of his own change in gas will be calculated by his own true fairy, and he will lose more than...

"Coag!"

Ning Fan's sleeves, condensed the gold pen, hold it in the middle of the saying, step out, stand under the demon monument, raise your hand, pen down!

Black name, Ning Fan!

"Black?" Dream Xuanzi glimpsed slightly, but immediately, shaking his head and laughing.

"If it is an ordinary person, the air transport is black, it must be hopeless, but you are different... Your qualifications are really enchanting, even black gas, fear is enough to fly up... The old man is in the basaltic star, waiting for you to come to the day of immortality Go, go back to the lower limit and go all out to make God!"

Dream Xuanzi has a sleeve and sent Ning Fan to return to the lower bound.

Just at the moment of the sleeves, I thought of a move, and took out a thing and gave it to Ning Fan.

"This thing, the right husband and you, have a good relationship!"

At the bottom of Longtan, Ning Fan sleeps for 11 years!

The bored black dragon is catching the dark beast and swallowing refining.

The royal family black dragon rotted the dragon corpse, he had already pinched his nose to eat.

In the past eleven years, he has almost exhausted all the dark beasts in Longtan, and his strength is almost half a step! It’s just a pity that when the king’s blood was swallowed, the Black Dragon had a chance to reawaken the king’s blood, but unfortunately, a diaphragm made it fail...

There is also a large group of dark beasts in the body of pure demon blood, black dragons toss off the toxins, continued refining for eleven years, condensed into a group of fist-sized pale gold blood group.

Once thoroughly refining this blood group, Black Dragon has confidence and truly breaks through the half-step refining!

At that time, although his breath is vain, it is not the king's blood, and there is no demon. Is it a half-step meditation?

The same order may be weak, but for the peak of the Shanghua, the odds are not small...

Half-step smelting, than the half-step of the **** of Ning Fan, is a high realm...

"Once the brother breaks through the half-step simplification, it is time to try to get rid of the demon!"

Black Dragon Sneer sneered, once he got rid of the demon, he was free, and he was not afraid of Ning Fan.

"In the next half-step refining power, brother must crush this comet, crush him, trample him, marry him!"

"Yu Xing, you wait, wait for your black tooth grandfather to refine the demon, then come to eat you!"

Black Dragon laughed, but this sneer, but in the next moment, turned into an expression of idiots and dreams.

At the bottom of the knee, the long-lost Ning Fan, sitting on top of numerous bones.

At this moment, its momentum, rising, and there is a pressure that makes the Black Dragon unable to compete, shocked.

Half-step refining the power of the virtual, which has a hint of true immortality, the black dragon stunned.

"This comet, the **** of success! How so smart! And his pressure, but just turned God, why did you reach the level of half-step smoldering!"

Only the momentum, it will shake the black dragon dragon body a pain, the chaos.

The black dragon looked shocked. At this moment, Ning Fan was shocked and suddenly got up. He took up something that the dream Xuanzi gave, and immediately looked at the black man and looked at the black dragon.

"You want to crush me, trample me, yell at me?"

Demon power, 14750 A!

Mana, 3495 A!

God read, the middle of the god!

Ning Fan cold-eyed the black dragon, and he reminded him of the ban. Immediately, the people who suffered from the black dragons turned their backs and mourned, and all the arrogances became pleading for mercy.

"The owner is forgiving! Forgive! The younger brother is joking, joking!"

"Smile?"

Ning Fan snorted and slammed his hand, and took the huge black dragon to his front and his eyes brightened.

This black dragon, the qualifications are really good, after swallowing the dark beasts, the royal family dragons, repairing to reach the peak of the gods, and almost waking up the blood of the king, but there seems to be a diaphragm, so that he breaks through the failure, otherwise the combat power is to be greatly improved...

In the body, there is a group of shocking and tempered dark beast blood, which has not been completely swallowed... If you swallow it, it will not only further enhance the demon power, but also stabilize the realm of the early days of God.

Such a big complement, but rare.

"Give the blood of the beast, give it to me!" Ning Fan indifferent.

"What, what! You have to grab something from your brother!"

The black dragon showed a crying expression, but he did not resist, and he screamed.

The demon is a reminder... blood, I am afraid I can’t keep it. (To be continued.)