Grasping Evil

Inheriting the crystal, it is extremely precious, only the master of the previous generation Yuhuang level can get it.

Ning Fan has no doubt that leaving the fourteen crystals, no one is the master of that level.

Ning Fan couldn’t help but wonder about the inheritance of this crystal.

When God misses the crystal one by one, Ning Fan reveals the color of surprise, sometimes revealing a disappointing expression, and the look can be described as complex.

Sure enough, leaving fourteen crystals, is fourteen broken old monsters, the origins are different.

There are 5 crystals, and the messages left are things like words, memories, etc., and can't enhance the strength of the monks. Such a crystal, it was disappointed by Ning Fan.

There are 9 crystals left, 4 pieces of inheritance, 2 pieces of information such as Dongfu ruins and treasure maps, and the last 3 are spells.

Broken virtual practice, Ning Fan does not need.

Treasure maps, Dongfu ruins, these do not know which year left, and the hidden land does not seem to be rainy, the hidden things are nothing but shredded storage, Ning Fan also can not look at the eyes, more Will not look for it.

Three spells, two useless, have a residual body technique that can be used slightly.

This incomplete body technique, called ‘I am four-phase’, seems to be the secret of the Buddha.

I am a four-phase person, divided into my phase, the human phase, the sentient beings, and the life.

Within the Buddha's sect, it is difficult to prove the floating sect.

However, there is a great supernatural monk who integrates the four ancestors of Buddhism.

"Everything from north to south, four dimensions up and down the void, can be thoughtless. Everything is vain, if you see each other, you will see it. If you cultivate my four phases, you will enter Nirvana. If you are four, you will be Buddha." If it is indestructible, then there will be no loss, then the body will not die!"

Ning Fan slightly frowns, it seems that my four-phase technique is not too small.

But leave the brokenness of this crystal. It will only be one phase, and it will be difficult to get one-by-one.

I am the weakest one, but if I am doing this, I am not weaker than the ordinary body.

For Ning Fan, who only has ice crushing, my technique is undoubtedly a big gain. He doesn't care about the mystery.

Putting these crystals one by one, Ning Fan spent half a day. I will integrate the technique of the miscellaneous.

On the third day, there are two days left.

In the last two days, there is only one thing left in Ning Fan.

His eyes began to dignify, take a storage bag and take out a jade box. Meiyu first appeared in hesitation.

"Swallow, still don't swallow!"

This phalanx is owned by Emperor Xian. The power contained can be described as horror.

Ning Fan does not know what consequences after swallowing this finger and refining it.

But this is a big chance!

He closed his eyes slightly and made a choice.

When he wondered whether he swallowed this bone, the magic lines behind him suddenly became hot.

Among the magic lines, there is a feeling of resistance and fear.

Among the patterns, the closed konjac was faintly opened with eyelids.

boom!

Time, a magical body. Into the body of Ning Fan.

That magical atmosphere is like the sea, completely drowning the heart of Ning Fan, like a boat!

With the magic gas filling. Ning Fan almost lost control of the body!

In the world of the mind, the figure of a black devil head slowly condenses.

The devil wants to completely condense, it still takes a great time, but today, the devil feels that there will be a great crisis, he can not wait!

He forced himself to condense in Ning Fan, slowly in the Ning Fan Dantian, condensing the second god, just this second god, indeed the black of the magic.

The appearance and the Ning Fan are as good as the first one, but the character is strange.

The devil, trying to compete for Ning Fan's body, trying to devour Ning Fan's first god!

Ning Fan’s eyes changed, he never cultivated any second gods!

He was extremely certain that this black **** was forced to condense after he took out the jade box. Before that, it never existed!

This black god, is it the hidden danger of the magical inheritance of the devil!

"You, who is it! Why do you hide in my body!" Ning Fan looked cold and cold.

"Who am I? I am you! No, exactly, I am your magic. Every time you kill, you will accumulate a touch of magic and merge into the magic pattern. That magic will extract your yuan." The power of God, and I, is the accumulation of the power of the gods. Today is the first day of my birth! I, you, Ning Fan! I am different from you, I am from the moment of birth, all killing It is not for anyone, not for the Master, not for the paper crane... I will only resurrect the Ronaldo and dedicate my life! My greatest ideal is to become the slave of the Devil!" The black **** sneered.

"The slave of the devil?!" Ning Fan's eyes are getting colder.

He faintly understands that the person who passed the magic pattern is mostly the devil.

That devil Luo, will be a big man in the ancient devils.

That Mo Luo, the reason for creating this magic pattern is to cultivate thousands of slaves.

Everyone who cultivates this magic pattern will start to gain great strength, but will continue to be affected by the magic pattern, gradually becoming bloodthirsty and fierce.

Every time you kill one more person, you will accumulate a hint of magic.

When the magic is enough, it will become a black **** and counter the main body.

In a sense, this means of condensing the gods is no different from the second god. It is indeed the second ninth.

But the second Ning Fan, from the beginning of his birth, he identified the devil as a slave.

If this black **** takes over the control of the body, he will certainly swallow the first **** of Ning Fan and occupy the consciousness of Ning Fan, making Ning Fan a slave to the devil.

He is still Ning Fan, but he is no longer Ning Fan!

"A good anti-drug technique! I am afraid that when I was in ancient times, this magic pattern has harmed countless people and become slaves... but there is something wrong with this. This black **** is not clear, and today it is just instinct that feels dangerous. And barely condensed. He is afraid!"

Ning Fan's eyes fell in the hands of the jade box, faintly understood.

"He is afraid, afraid that I will swallow up the sacred bones of the emperor and gain the strength to suppress him! So, he will destroy my **** before I swallow the phalanx. Take my body, let me be a man of eight feet, go to the devil Luo is a slave!"

"You, I can't think about it!"

Ning Fan’s eyes are angry, he will not give anyone a slave, no!

If you say that you have swallowed the bones of the emperor, you still hesitate. At this moment, to suppress the black god, he will never have any hesitation!

He can't be swallowed up by the black god, he wants to swallow the emperor, he wants to use the power of the emperor to kill the black **** and swallow it...

"Refining!"

Taking advantage of the body and the last control, Ning Fan broke the jade box with a palm, regardless of the power of the emperor, forced refining!

A moment. The black **** sent out a roar of anger, "You can't kill me, I am you!"

"you are not me!"

Ning Fan’s eyes are dark, even though the black **** is another Ning Fan, in order not to lose his heart. He is also willing to go to himself!

"You dare to hurt me, I am fighting with you! The magic of the magic!"

The black **** reveals the color of madness, his madness. It is like a withdrawal from Ning Fan, and the end of the road will be desperate.

After his small hand, the magic of Ning Fan's body turned dozens of times almost instantly.

At this moment, he finally completely lost his control.

The flesh is dyed into a black body by the magical spirit, and the body of the black armor that has evolved into a tens of thousands of feet in the Xuanyin world.

The black giant, the first two corners, are the corners of the horns!

The body of the giant, the fist can break the Yue, is the phase of the troll!

Six black wings are born. It is the phase of the six wings!

The eyebrows give birth to a black vertical eye, which is the color of the ghost!

"Trolls, horns, six wings, ghosts, all are slaves of the devil! Hey. You still try to go to the trolls, get rid of the hidden dangers of the magic, think about it! I am going to wait for you to reach the trolls, then you will fight back Today, I have to reverse it in advance. You must die!"

Demonized the giant, revealing a cold smile, but the next moment, but the eyes are cold and extreme.

He thought that he successfully reversed Ning Fan.

But looking down, above the index finger, there is a phalanx, always with lightning, can not be completely demonized!

And all the gods of Ning Fan are kept in the phalanx, but they are not swallowed up by the magic!

It’s just that the state of Ning Fan is definitely not optimistic.

Although the gods were not swallowed up by the magic, they were shaken by the magic gas and fell into a state of sleep.

Ning Fan only feels that he seems to be in a sleep.

In his sleep, he stood in front of a magic mountain, a heavenly momentum, pressed against his shoulders, so that he bowed to the magic mountain.

The top of the Magic Mountain, a middle-aged black robe, with a cold-eyed look and a heavy voice.

"I am a demon Luo, a slave to me, a glimpse of the magic mountain, I am immortal, you are immortal!"

"Hugh think!" Ning Fan's eyes are decisive, he, no!

Xuanyin world, in the grass.

Luo You, who was originally installed to sleep, perceives the drastic changes in the outside world. His eyes are full of worries and full of worries.

"One of the ancient ancestors of the nine ancestors... Mo Luo! How come! How can this stinky boy get into such a big trouble!"

She still has the mind to sleep.

Lianbu moved lightly, and quickly left the grasshopper, looking at the giant black giant like a mountain, suddenly a pain in his heart, tears have no idea how to fall.

"Dead, he is dead... In his dantian, only the enslaved god, the first **** is dead..."

She hates it, hates herself for not seeing it. Ning Fan has a hidden danger in her body. If she knows, she will be as usual, and she will do her best to help Ning Fan eliminate hidden dangers.

She hates it, hates herself for being powerless, and she has no chance to save her.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the ancestors of the genus Luo had a means to enslave the immortals. Once they were filled with magical gas, there was no chance of treatment.

He is really dead...

He didn't even know she was already awake...

"No, he is not dead yet!"

Luo Youming flashed, and suddenly stopped the tears, revealing a pleasant smile.

She noticed the phalanx of the magical giant, still not demonized.

"That is... the emperor's phalanx! From where the kid made such a treasure, actually blocked the slavification of the devil!"

"With this phalanx, he is very hopeful to defeat the enslaved god, but his first god, but has fallen asleep, was it hurt by the magic..."

"I want, help him!"

Luo is soft and weak like a water, with a fruit decision, a white dress like snow, suddenly raised an extremely vast momentum.

"If you lose yourself, help him..."

"Just pay him back and call me to wake up!"

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