Grasping Evil

"Acacia iron...Ding furnace ring..."

Ning Fan touched the micro-hot fairy, and his heart gradually calmed down. Since I accidentally got this acacia iron, I naturally have to refine the hearth ring in the future.

Unfortunately, there is still no one furnace...

Shaking his head, Ning Fan took his mind, and the yin and yang fire pointed out and did not enter the fairy mine.

The two kinds of Xianxian are merged into one, and it is not difficult to separate them.

The life of all things depends on yin and yang, and the power of yin and yang is still weak. However, under the experience of the fire control of Ning Fanxian, the yin and yang fire black magic inflammation, calcined acacia iron. Cool the iron with the icy fire of the yin and yang. The acacia iron slowly melted into molten iron, and the spirit iron was cold as ever.

When the iron of the acacia is completely melted, Ning Fan has a sleeve and puts the spirit iron into his hand. At the same time, he swings the palm of his hand and spurs the ice power of the fairy vein to release the ice mana and condense the iron.

A shot of the storage bag, the Acacia iron income, calmly handed the spirit iron to the hands of ink.

The whole process, but half an hour, Ning Fan lifts the weight of the fire control, almost the ink looks like water.

Her sleeves are half-faced, under the sleeves, and the red lips are slightly unbelievable.

Just watching the process of controlling the fire in Ningfan, the ink is like water, and the way of refining itself is a big step.

"There are few talents and talents, and I admire them." She took the spirit iron, and there was still a little bit of magic mine pollution, which was amazing.

"So, there is a Laomo fairy who has attached me to the spirit."

The two returned to the ground and went straight to the Mojia refining room. The entire spiritual process lasted for one day. Ning Fan saw the tail from the beginning.

For the first time, I had a clear understanding of the spirit.

The so-called spirit is to melt the spirit iron, extract the "spirit of the gods", and inscribed on the magic weapon with special patterns.

Even the same kind of spirit iron, once the magic weapon is slightly different, the pattern will be a thousand miles.

Ning Fan wanted to use the memory of the Emperor to steal the spirit of the spirit, but in the end, but only helpless to give up this idea.

The spirit of the road is never easier than the road. I want to raise the spirit of the spirit to the level of ink, at least for decades.

Ning Fan does not have so much time to study the technique of the spirit, and when you need to attach the spirit, go directly to the spiritist.

When the ink is like water, it will be handed back to the hands of Ning Fan. The reluctance of the beauty in the beauty makes Ning Fan feel that it is a sin to take away the sword.

"Less master, you must be kind to this sword..." Ink like water pitifully looked at Ning Fan, soft words.

"I will, I will…"

Ning Fan's gaze fell on the sword, and the appearance did not change much. It was still a touch of starlight hovering around the body, but above the sword front, it was a bit hot. This is hot, there is a sense of burning souls, and will increase the power with the improvement of the sword.

A few illusions, Ning Fan showed a satisfied smile, Zhang mouth swallowed Starlight Jianying into Dantian, and left.

After the completion of the sword, the first real-name magic weapon since Ning Fan’s rehearsal, finally formed.

Before going to the Ghosts, there are only two things left to do.

Refining Jade Emperor Dan, and refining the innocence!

The alchemy room is now occupied by the old magic, and the furnace is fried again and again. It hurts that there is no place to refine the jade emperor, but helplessly, first solve the problem of thinking without evil.

Now, thinking of innocence has been broken by Jin Dan, and it has been abolished, and it is held in the prison of Qimei.

The guardian of the imprisonment is the ice guard demon repair, and when you see Ning Fan come, all of them are awe-inspiring. This is naturally the command of the Nangong.

"The royal tomb, I have seen the Lord!"

The guardian of the guardian of the ice, named Wang Ling, is a magical repair of ten layers. At the Daoguo auction, he was responsible for maintaining the law and order of the auction house. He once saw Ning Fan’s murderous group of demons and his heart was admired by Ning Fan.

"Well. I am going to ‘Jiuzhong Hell’ and see that person...”

The Jiuzhong Ice Prison is the lowest level of the imprisonment. The most important prisoner is the one who is detained. Only Ning Fan did not reveal the name of this person. In addition to the three devils of the old devil and the black **** army, no one knows that the imprisoned nine prisoners are actually the strongest demon of the famous country.

"Hey, the Nangong commander has told me to talk about this person. I can always see this person at any time. But the young master, you have to stay a little, the nine heavy ice, the cold, the male and the female love, but don't freeze..."

Wang Ling blinked at Ning Fan, revealing a smile that a man only understood. This smile, let Ning Fan frown, faintly feel that Wang Ling's words, some wrong, he is thinking of a sinless demon, what men and women love?

Shake his head and not put it in his heart.

Ning Fan took the key to the door, went to **** on his own, went straight to the nine heavy, did not let Wang Ling follow.

The first heavy ice, imprisoned a layer of monks. Going down to the eighth weight, it is already deep in the ground, and under the spirit, it can't stand the cold here. Within the eighth weight, several empty zombies lay in the empty ice, tied by chains. Xu is a prisoner, and it has been frozen for countless years.

The ninth heavy, only one ice prison, Ning Fan opened the ice door, was seeing a prisoner's hair, was bound by the ice lock, down the head like a coma.

"Thinking of no evil... I knew today, why should I be at the beginning." Ning Fan was cold and indifferent.

"Oh, Ning Fan, you come here, can you kill me? Do you dare?" Thinking without evil did not look up, the soft voice, with sneer.

"Who is the deity of your four-day fairyland?"

"I said, do you know it again?

I don't know why, today's feelings of innocence to Ning Fan are extraordinary.

In the memory of the Emperor, there is a technique of swearing, which can erase the memory, retain the spirit of the body, and refine the other person into his own name, called "Ling Shu Shu".

Ning Fan slowly approached the innocent, and he was prepared to use the "Ling Ling Shu" to deal with the innocence.

The more I approached, the more I felt uneasy. I always felt that there was something that was missing at the beginning.

Unrest is still going on... Ning Fan quietly summoned the sword and hid it in the sleeve, and the restlessness was reduced.

Three feet away, Ning Fan stops. At this distance, he can feel the pressure from the innocent. Almost without hesitation, he immediately flew back.

Thinking of innocence and scorn, I did not expect Ning Fan to be so cautious, suddenly looked up, revealing a beautiful and beautiful woman's face, lips like rouge, eyebrows, such as a Qinglian opened, dignified and unplayable. It’s just a soft eye, but it’s a murderous machine.

Compared with the momentum of Jindan's later period, the body is dissipated from the mind and the body is locked, but the gods are turned into invisible flying swords, and the flowers are flying like a shadow.

Ning Fan's face is slightly changed. If he is stunned by the gods, he will become an idiot. This thought is innocent, a deep heart, a good means, but still hide such a hand.

She clearly ruined her Jin Dan and abolished her cultivation. I couldn’t think of it. She still hides her cultivation and appears as a woman. What is going on...

The woman's face, breath, and body can never be pretending.

Ning Fan thought a hundred turns, in a moment, thought of the key. He seems to have a sense of understanding, a look of sorrow, detached from the hand, starlight sword dance as a chaos, trying to annihilate the gods flying sword.

This move was only exchanged for the ridiculous and ridiculous sneer. "What about the Taikoo soldiers? Unfortunately, it is only the first stage of the product. With the next product, the gods can’t find my gods... Ah! Impossible..."

Her words did not rest, but she screamed, and the power of God’s thoughts was too late to be prevented. She was taken away from the sword and was forced to burn the power of God’s power.

Its feminine face, suddenly pale, breathless, horrified to see Ning Fan.

"The 'burning soul' supernatural powers, the ‘virtual’ level magical powers, impossible, how can you get this kind of gods with your spiritual identity!”

She bit her teeth and tried to use other magical powers to deal with Ning Fan, but it was too late... Ning Fan would not give her a second chance to attack, no!

Ning Fan pedaled the ice rainbow, step by step, single-pointed and thought of the innocent chest, the yin finger force penetration, a faint enchantment force did not enter the body, making the thoughts of evil and chaos, anger like blue, look confused, then It’s hard to mobilize the mana, let’s talk about sneak attacking Ning Fan!

"I can't think of it, it's a woman who is innocent and innocent. It's a woman... The ancient magical power "Reverse Yang" pretends to be a man, almost smashed me... The sun can make a fake Jindan in the body, illusion male Body, confused to me. No wonder I smashed you Jin Dan, you still have mana in the body...thinking, I really took you down..."

Ning Fan slammed the ground and shredded the innocent clothes. It really revealed a cheese-like woman's body, where is the man, and where is the shemale.

However, Ning Fan tore the clothes, thinking of innocence and shame, and the face is like a peach drop, and the jade legs crouching on the ground, a murderous murder is now in the United States. "You dare to humiliate me, you know, I am four days. The deity above, what is the origin... ah... um... this... what is this force..."

Her swearing was not finished, but the **** effect of the yin finger was more and more apparent. She crouched on the jade legs of the ground, involuntarily gently rubbing, a transparent liquid, oozing from the strands.

"No... don't see... I am... Yaochi Saint... If you yell... oh me... I will send... 100,000 soldiers... destroy your whole family... um... don't look... please..."

There is no sorrow at the moment, and at the moment there is still a bit of arrogance. Under the yin of the yin, all her killings are turned into a panic of Ning Fan, and only the woman’s instinct is feared.

"You want to... how about me... you can't... um... so uncomfortable... this is... what charm..."

Thinking of the innocent skin, turning up the seductive blush, she was born for the first time, raised fear for a man.

"Yao Chi Sheng Nu, how about..." Ning Fan pinched his mind and sinless chin, his mouth was cold, but his heart flashed a trace of sorrow.

The sacred woman, the saint...how holy and inviolable title, but its lower bound is actually a devil, which hurts himself more and harms his brother. She used this innocent face to deceive how many people and ears, people think that she is a kind woman... but she clearly, the heart is like a snake...

Four days of fairyland, it is not a pure land... or, under the universal sky, there is no pure land.

"Longitudinal is the Yaochi holy woman, Ningmou is also a hatred must report..." His hand, squatting in the thoughts of no evil, pinching, and thinking of innocence, the master of the half-step yuan infant, actually hurt I almost cried out.

After the pain, there is a strange numbness, soaking his heart... between the jade legs, the spring is hard to stop.

Thinking of no evil, she found that the man in front of him, daring to the sky, was actually a fearless person who was not afraid of the four-day fairyland, and dared to play himself.

In her heart, both resentment and fear, the body is under the yin of the yin, catering to the behavior of Ning Fan, which makes her proud, holy heart, feels extremely shameful.

"Let me go... I haven't hurt you... I haven't hurt your brother..." Thinking of innocent and pitiful eyes, a bit of truth, a few minutes of fake, Ning Fan does not know.

"Reassured, I have no interest in your body... I prefer to get more than one Jindan beater than to get your body..."

One finger, point to thinking innocent dagger, search for souls and memories, refining system...

...

After half a day, Ning Fan exhaled a sullen gas, and the woman who was naked in front of her eyes was pure and innocent, but with the late mana of Jin Dan, she looked at Ning Fan with confusion. On top of her crisp chest, a plum blossom is imprinted on it.

That imprint is the imprint of the "Ling Shu".

"Who are you, who am I?" The woman smiled shallowly, and if Qinglian bloomed, she looked at Ning Fan.

"You are Sisi, from today, it is the first furnace of my Ning Fan."

"Ding furnace? Think of thinking as your wife..." The woman's eyes pleaded, she forgot everything, only faintly remembered Ning Fan, instinct to rely on and obey Ning Fan. That obedience comes from the branding on the chest.

"No, you made a mistake, you can only do the stove. Change your clothes and go out with me. Wait until I refine the ring of the furnace, it is your new home."

The lower bound of the sacred Yaochi Saints has become the first kiln of Ning Fan’s service.

What is the destiny of Yaochi, thinking of innocence, thinking, her destiny?

(To vote for nothing...)