Grasping Evil

Hey, the island is suddenly white and the stars are now, the ninety-nine meteors across the clouds, extremely strange, the vision is fleeting. .

There are countless monks in countless islands, and I don’t know what this vision is.

Until the dead of night, Ning Fan Fang took out the Xuanyin world, the whole person's temperament has been very different. If you want to describe it, it is that Ning Fan has a mysterious temperament of ethereal and dusty, which is like a starry sky.

"Small cucumber, white comet is now, is it related to you? You have nothing to do? If there is any problem with the body, we can go to Shenkong Island and let you adjust the body first."

The volley of the moon is cold and indifferent, but there is a concern in the eyes.

"You are caring about me?" Ning Fan smiled.

"I care about what you do with a cucumber, you are so small and so small, it is not enough to give me a cold salad!"

"What?" Ning Fan shook his head. He couldn't remember that his cucumber was small.

"Don't worry, the white comet is indeed related to me, but it is not a bad thing, but a good thing... your second god, I will help you back."

"Well... be careful, don't die in the evening! You can help me out. If it's dead, I don't want to go." The moon was a little uneasy, she couldn't be so confident.

The female body is always a calm expression.

With her late strength, plus the body of the corpse, even facing the peak of the gods can be a battle. The more intelligent, the more experienced the combat experience, there will be no security problems in this trip.

The next month, the last month, the door opens.

The volley of the month is getting more and more tense. Once you step through this door, you will enter the sea of ​​Shenkong.

Without giving her the opportunity to hesitate, Ning Fan held the two women with both hands, and looked into the moon.

After a musk, the three appeared in a white misty sea.

This white mist is light and faint, like a moonlight, but it almost completely isolates the monk.

Ning Fan's gaze, this white fog can be overbearing than the magical power of the magic sea.

Even though the swordsmanship in the early days of his refining, he could not be too far away in the white fog, and he could disperse at most 200 feet.

So, once you enter this white misty sea, the lost way is affirmative. If you don't know the route, the ordinary monks will go in, and they will never come out again.

"Follow me, this is the 'moon fog' that I am laying in the sea of ​​my gods. Unless it is a broken old monster, anyone's mind will be seriously disturbed..."

The moon whispers, the moon-white gods are scattered, and they are scattered a hundred thousand miles away.

Only the inheritor of her burial moon can only use the moon to recognize the fog.

She does not like to have too many physical contact with Ning Fan, but at this moment she has to hold Ning Fan's hand, so that Ning Fan will be lost in the moon.

This month's fog is when she is approaching the smoldering moment. At this moment, the gods are forcibly breaking the fog, and the load is not small.

Seeing that her mana was passing very fast, Ning Fan entered the palm of her hand through the palm of her hand.

Immediately, the little hand of the volley of the month did not tremble unconsciously.

"You need to leave more mana, don't waste on the aging mother, and later you will have to take three scorpions with you, and the second **** of the aging mother fights... The second **** of the aging mother is really powerful, and more strength."

"no need to worry."

"The old lady said, this is not caring for you! This time, the old lady is still the aging mother's inner sea supreme, will not follow you again. As for the human owe to you, the old lady will compensate one by one."

"Compensation? How to compensate?" Ning Fan's eyelid pick.

"Xianyu, elixir, tripod, fruit..."

"Not enough." Ning Fan's tone is very weak.

"The old mother is repaid, enough!" The volley was smashed again.

"Flesh pay? You?" Ning Fan smiled deeply, and the body of the 8-year-old girl who was volleyed in the moon was too tight and how to pay for it.

"Reassured! You help the aging mother to regain the second god, most of the aging mother can restore the original body, enough for you to play, definitely do not want to **** you!"

The moon volleyed quite confidently.

The tone of the tone is so flat that Ning Fan is a bit self-sufficient, and his face is really not as thick as the moon.

Just think about it, the moon volley seems to be very special to her, the meat pays for the meat, there is no resentment.

For other men, it seems that they are disgusting and not open at all...

He is vacant for the moon, after all, it is special, isn't it?

"Interesting, I am looking forward to your meat compensation." Ning Fan's mouth twitched a smile.

"Well, you live well, look forward to it, the body of the aging mother is really hot, and you are satisfied."

"If I am not satisfied?"

"You are not satisfied, the old lady has been following you and doing your satisfaction!"

"Okay, a word is fixed."

Ning Fan’s darker color is deeper. If the monthly volley is not enough for her to be satisfied, she will not be able to break away from his clutches.

This little girl wants to recover a single, afraid that it will be difficult.

During the speech, the monthly volley has taken Ning Fan to the end of the moon.

Through this fog, it is the boundary of the Shenkong Island, faintly aware of the mountains and rivers outside the fog.

The moon volleyed back to the palm, and Ning Fan no longer laughed.

Take a storage bag, take out three sputum sputum, and take out 5, 1 巅 six 化 傀儡, and black dragon corpse.

In addition to the shackles of the gods, the remaining scorpions have been repaired by a large number of sages.

Ning Fan took a deep look at the glance and pointed to a change.

"swallow!"

One word came out, but the sound of four screams came out, and the four gods in the middle of the shackles were retouched.

The three imposing manners have all been enhanced.

"This... you use four steps and a half to refine the imaginary god, give you strength to improve? You are crazy!" The volley was once again shocked.

At the time of her rehabilitating, Ning Fan had already destroyed the five elements of the Supreme, and received four Yuanshen as the nourishment of the cockroach.

"I have been a madman from a long time ago...I am entering the island!"

Ning Fan looked at the light, step by step, led the two women, and entered the fog.

In front of me, there is a beautiful and sacred place of comprehension, which is like a cold in the middle of the month. The air is slightly cold and the sea is covered with thin ice.

A moonlight array, shrouded in the island of God, seems to be on the island.

From that law, it is faint to judge who is in the palace in the island, who is using the array method to absorb the monthly strength and improve the cultivation.

You don't have to ask more questions. With the help of Yuehua, it is naturally the second **** of the moon.

In this way, although the volley of the moon has not been cultivated for more than 20 years, there is a second-generation **** who has practiced on her behalf.

"The second god, give it to me, her disciples, elders, you and Xiaoliang, Zhu Yu!"

Ning Fan said nothing, one finger to break the light.

During the embarrassing time, countless sounds came from the island of Shenkong, and why the array of light would be broken.

And a cold female voice suddenly remembered, mixed with the terror of the early days of refining,

"Who is coming! I am good at my **** island, looking for death!"

After the cold sound came out, on the top of the day, countless moonlight blouses scattered, coming to Ningfan Town.

Clear and gentle moonlight, the power of repression, but not lost to the giants!

In the faint moonlight, a graceful woman wrapped in a pale yellow gauze, step by step, lotus, the money out, the appearance of peerless, vaguely the mature version of the moon volley.

It’s just that gaze, but it’s too cold and indifferent, there’s no emotion, only...kill!

"Long time no see, my second god!" The moon volley is angry.

"Oh? It turned out that the master is back, the master, you are not dead yet, then I am going to let you die!" Town!"

One word read, the moonlight became more and more ethereal, and the power immediately increased several times, and all of them shook toward the moon.

"This woman, give it to me!"

Ning Fan took a step, a fist bang, Zhou Tianyue, all broken, but the fist is a little numb, the dark road is a strong repression of this moonlight.

With three refining scorpions, the four men surrounded the yellow shirt women in an instant.

This yellow-shirt woman is the beginning of the smoldering. In addition to her, there are only seven elders in the Shenkong Island, all of whom are volleyball priests. 4 initial, 2 mid-term, 1 late, handed to the moon volley, female corpse, Zhu Yu, completely crushed, no difficulty.

His eyes fell on the seven disciples of the gods, and the monthly volley was slightly sad.

Some of these people have sacrificed to save her, some have rebelled against her, but now, the seven are all erased by the second **** to the wisdom, and into the new moon.

Half of the other lower-ranking disciples have become the new moon, and half of them are reluctant to keep their intelligence.

More people, as early as the Second Yuanshen rebellion... Fallen.

Good or good, these disciples seem to have paid the price.

The moon volleys wants to kill all the traitors, but at the moment they don’t want to kill too much.

Her enemies, only one, are the second gods.

"Cucumber woman, be merciful, and stun them..." The moon screamed cucumber woman, and she was a female corpse.

"Oh…"

The female corpse gently sighed, and the lotus step moved, with the moon volley and the pipa, a total of nine people, and entered the group repair. Although she did not understand at all, what a cucumber woman is.

Those who can not kill, are stunned, and they are really stubborn, only to kill.

The second female and the seven scorpions are at least the late stage of the gods, and they are obscured by the disciples of the gods.

The yellow-shirted woman’s eyes were cold, and her painstakingly won the foundation was so unbearable, so she was really angry and asked coldly.

"You, who is it! Why help her!"

"..." Ning Fan told her about it without much.

Although the woman in the yellow shirt is also a smelt, she also avoids the three simplifications of Ning Fan.

Of course, she is just a taboo. She is the second **** of the moon volley. She inherits the volatility and overbearing surname of the moon. Even if she is an enemy, she does not think she will lose.

And since all three smelting scums are shackles, as long as the stalker Ning Fan is destroyed, all cockroaches will become waste.

"One trick, you can kill you instantly! The technique of the moon!"

The yellow-shirted woman has a good hand, and she has a moonlight in her sleeve.

When the moonlight was swept away, all three smoldering scorpions were shaken off. And the moonlight in her hand condensed, and she made a long moon sword, which seemed to be able to cut off the sky.

A little point on the toes, straight away from Ning Fan, a sword is coming.

"The Blade of Sanhua!"

laugh!

A piercing sword was spread, and 100,000 miles were empty. It was cut by a woman in a yellow shirt, and the incision was flat and horrible.

Seeing that Ning Fan was directly smashed, his body was broken into two pieces, and the woman’s mouth smirked with a cold smile.

However, the next moment, her beauty was suddenly shocked, because she found that what she had cut off was only the shadow of Ning Fan!

Hey!

Behind the yellow-shirted woman, a white figure slowly emerged. Behind it, two huge purple wings rolled the wind.

At the moment of appearance, he squatted at the speed of the squat, trying to bully the woman, and surrendered it.

"Is it comparable to the devil's wing? This charm is not weak..."

The woman in the yellow shirt was cold and immediately understood why Ning Fan could escape her sword and kill.

The whole body was faintly flashing in the moonlight. Her idling speed was one point faster than that of Ning Fan. It was easy to avoid the Yinyin finger and did not give Ning Fan a chance to be close.

Ning Fan's eyes are dignified, this woman is so vigilant, and the speed is so fast, it is impossible to sneak attack.

There was a blood mark on his chest. He was stabbed by this woman before, even though he was the fastest twilight, he was still injured by this woman.

This woman is extremely sensitive, and her speed is extremely fast.

It is worthy of being the second **** of the volley of the moon. If it is the volition of the moon, how powerful it should be.

"siege!"

In the face of a woman's good face, Ning Fan has no pity, directly ordered the three men to besiege the woman.

A woman and three sisters, immediately fighting a battle, the moon blade and the body collision, are sputtering the ignition star.

Every time there was a blast, it was enough to horrify the horror fluctuations of the Yuan Ying monk.

The women in the yellow shirts struggled alone, but they did not fall into the wind.

And as its beauty changed, the moon was scattered, and the white flames of the road suddenly shook the cage, the flames raged, and the three scorpions were shaken. The flame immediately turned into a cage, and it was trapped for three moments!

"The fire of the prisoner!"

The yellow-shirt women’s murder has been moved, and the moon sword is once again raised.

Different from the previous one, this time on the blade, there was a faint moonfire.

If it is stabbed again by this sword, even if it is to break a small scar, Ning Fan will be burned by the moon.

"Your means, there are quite a few, are they 'stolen' from the moon..."

A little eyebrows, stunned in the hand, Ning Fan's momentum suddenly changed, a sword stabbed, time black clouds like a dragon, Zhou Tian raised thousands of black Jianguang.

Wan Jian style!

Such a sturdy swordsmanship, even if the women in the yellow shirt are shocked, the original attack and rush has become a defensive, the moon sword crosses the chest, and the soft finger points to a few swords.

"The funeral moon!"

The yellow-breasted woman's eyebrows are twinkling.

Within a hundred thousand miles, countless moonlights were scattered to Ning Fan.

This time the moonlight is no longer for suppression, but to dissolve the sea.

I will pass everything in the moonlight.

The monk who indulged everything in the moonlight, erased!

By tempering the power of the late stage of the gods and exerting this technique, both of them can let the two half-steps smelt the sea to melt.

This technique is performed by the second element of the gods, and the power is even more terrifying.

Ning Fan’s eyes changed, and his millions of swords and lights were all melted under the funeral of the moon.

Fortunately, the power of Jianguang is extraordinary, but it can also be offset by the funeral moon technique. The technique of Wan Jian and the funeral moon is actually a draw.

"Strong swordsmanship! But not enough!"

The yellow-shirted woman’s eyes were moving, and she still had a small sword.

Just a little embarrassed, how?

As soon as she bit her tongue, her fingertips changed, and the moonlight that had been broken by the sword was suddenly re-condensed, and with the strengthening of the horizontal ablation force, Chaoning was headed.

The technique of burying the moon is far from being so simple, and it is still behind!

"Second burial!"

Seeing that the moonlight is unstoppable, Ning Fan has two wings, and he slams into three shackles. Zhangkou **** and directly swallows the moonfire on the scorpion.

It is enough to trap the smoldering moonfire, and it is impossible to let Ning Fan be injured!

The woman in the yellow shirt was shocked. She did not know that Ning Fan was wearing a sacred treasure.

Let Sanchao resume moving, Ning Fan Jianguang dance, and Sanqi joint force shot, four attacks, smashing Zhoutian moonlight!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

A stream of moonlight flakes falling like snowflakes, and with the destruction of the moon, the woman’s chest hurts, and the corner of her mouth overflows with a trace of blood.

Scattered the sword of the moon, softly pointed to the blood of a corner of the mouth, pointing to the shadow of the fly, the words in the mouth,

"Moon Shadow Distraction!"

Moonlight cage, the next moment, a shadow, split four people.

Three virtual shadows, one entity. All phantoms are the distractions of the moonlight, and each distraction has the power of the early dynasty!

Distraction is weaker than the deity, but this is enough, and it is enough to draw a deflation.

Casting this technique, it is obvious that the woman in the yellow shirt is very loaded, but at this moment, she has not taken care of herself.

She used several kinds of card means, and did not destroy Ning Fan. Ning Fan is enough to make it worthy of attention.

Three virtual shadows and three battles in one place, the yellow shirt women but step by step lotus, Chao Ningfan came.

"Under this, no one can save you... the funeral moon, the second burial, the third burial!"

The moonlight, stretching for 100,000 miles, once again, is more terrible than any previous one.

Such a horrible moonlight, even if it is attacked in the middle of the refining, will also recognize the sea's loss and irreparable ablation.

Ning Fan thought to fly, with his many means, want to break the third burial, difficult!

The yellow-shirt woman is not ordinary smelt, it is the kind of invincible existence of almost the same level.

Ning Fan has not yet squandered a half-step, but has not refining the imaginary. Even though he is showing off the sword, the wind and the smoke, the wind and the snow, it is not appropriate to block the third burial moon.

He has two means to counter this woman, one of which is royal, he is not ready to use, the other two...

Ning Fan's eyes turned up the starlight, the five fingers caught, and the earth trembled, the soul of the earth was pulled out by one palm and swallowed into the belly.

After the soul-sucking, the realm broke through the half-step refining, and the gap between the women in the yellow shirt has narrowed.

To the sky, the moonlight shrouded the night sky, suddenly appeared ninety-nine black and white stars.

A strange black starlight, blessing the whole body, Ning Fan Ren Moonlight attacked the body, but unscathed.

No, it's not lossless, but all the injuries are in an instant... healed by Star Power!

Even if he is besieged by the moonlight, he can be besieged without dying!

"Edoku! Stars! And it is actually 99 black stars!"

The yellow shirt woman lost her first time.

Ning Fan has such a sturdy astrology, almost ignore any attack in the early stage of refining.

After all, the woman in the yellow shirt is only the second god, unable to fully exert the power of the funeral moon.

Otherwise, relying on the third burial power, it is enough to bury Ning Fan.

Ning Fan is pregnant with 99 lives, and he is not injured. He is fighting against this woman and has been invincible!

What makes him even more frightened is that Ning Fan has one hand toward the starlight, and numerous black stars are in his hands, forming a black star bow!

The other hand pulled the bowstring, the starlight condensed the arrow, and the sun shook like a fear.

At the moment when Ning Fan opened the bow, the whole Shenkong Island slammed and broke from it without warning. The waves rolled into the sky and the void of 100,000 miles suddenly shattered.

"The lost magical magic... 诛辰弓! Impossible! Why this technique will spread to your hands!"

No answer, why answer!

Ning Fan does not look at the yellow-shirt woman, and is only focused on the enemy!

The woman did everything she could, and the ten fingers changed, and she took out a pair of moonlights and protected her chest.

There is also a wall of heavy moonlight, a total of ninety-nine, each, is enough to withstand the full blow of half-step smoldering.

But even so, the woman can't dispel the sense of crisis, only feels the words of the Ningfan arrow, the blood is burning.

And she has a more intuition, even if she pulls out a million miles, she will be shot by this arrow.

The monks in the early days of refining, the attack range is also up to 100,000 miles. However, the archery is different. This is the technique of long-range attack.

Can't escape! Only resist!

And the yellow-shirt woman also saw that Ning Fan opened the bow and almost exhausted all mana.

As long as she blocks this bow, she can not succumb to the man, and squats the Ning Fan who consumes the mana!

But all these illusions are extinct in the next moment.

Ning Fan feels that his own mana and blood are swallowed up by this bow.

His face was eager and pale, but his heart was quieter and more confident.

"Bow open, the world is out!"

laugh!

But when the bowstring is released, the black star arrow turns into a thrilling streamer, and for a moment, it pierces a million miles and pulls a stream of millions of miles in the sky!

A heavy wall that blocks the moonlight in front, and it collapses!

Layers of moonlight, instantly crushed!

The star arrow passed through and almost took away all the vitality and mana of the yellow-shirt woman.

The star-shaped arrow passes by, and the sea of ​​millions of miles is cut by an arrow, and a mile-deep sea-wide gully is seen.

An arrow goes to the sea!

The next moment, a million miles of emptiness, all smashed, the sky seems to collapse, the sky is dark!

The yellow-shirt woman’s mana lost all, and the kite that seemed to be broken was falling into the sky, and the eyes were cheating.

She tried her best to try to open the moon and cross the void.

However, she pointed to the attempt, and Ning Fan has pointed out one step at a time.

"The art of the heavens!"

Numerous blood lines are scattered from their delicate bodies, and their filaments are entangled and cannot move.

Ning Fan has a purple wing, and he squats in front of him.

"You, defeated..."

Did not kill her, this woman is the second genus of the moon volley, in a sense, is another month of volley, he is not going to go, or handed over to the moon volley to swallow it.

"No, don't... you let me go, I am ten thousand times better than that little girl. I can satisfy you if you want anything, even my body! Ah!"

Women in yellow shirts struggled desperately, but they couldn’t make the difference.

She is pleading for mercy, but she can't change her mercy, and she can't stop the yin fingers.

She has the most perfect body, but in the heart of Ning Fan, after all, it is more important than the volley of the moon that cannot be doubled.

The flowery appearance is just red powder.

Not everyone, they are all right to let Ning Fan heart.

"You, never compare to her!"

As the woman in the yellow shirt screamed, she was in a coma, and was taken down by Ning Fan.

The other three moonshakes disappeared instantly.

Just a scent of Kung Fu, Ning Fan will drop the second god, this speed, let the moon volley deeply shocked.

We must know that even if she crushed the disciples of Shenkong Island, she did not stun all the disciples.

The battle between Ning Fan and the women in the yellow shirt was in the eyes of the moon.

She is self-satisfied, even if it is not the second **** who confronts Ning Fan, but the deity of her early dynasty, she can't take Ning Fan a bow.

The power of the bow of the ancestors bowed, and it was terrible...

Ninety-nine stars, the attack in the early days of hard smelting, is not dead, and the means of Ning Fan are somewhat against the sky...

"This stinky cucumber is so powerful..."

The moon's hollow head is loose, and the hands and feet are arrogant. It has already become a line of moonlight, and it is bound to one woman.

In my heart, I thought about the words of Ning Fan, and the beauty became more complicated.

In the face of the beauty of the second god, Ning Fan only has a shallow sentence.

You can never compare to her!

The moon voluntarily found that her mindfulness of four thousand years of monasticism, for the first time, was completely disrupted by the words of a man.

For the first time, she felt that the cucumber was particularly resistant, and she felt a little bit tired.

Square inch, big mess!

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