Grasping Evil

The eleventh floor of the tower, the foothills of Zhongshan. Wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

A group of more than 200 necromancers, wearing stars and wearing moons, went to the valley of Zhongshan, where is the 11th floor of the palace of the main candle.

These two hundred monks, all of them are not refining the gods, but there are six more, but the smoldering!

However, this group of monks is the first person, but it is not a smoldering, but a white youth who is in the realm of the gods.

"Close..."

Ning Fan’s eyes are calm, and even if he is about to fight with the eleventh floor, he has no worries.

The flesh breaks through the peak of the jade, and with the body of the corpse, it can positively counter the physical repair of the first place of the golden body, and confronts the ugly old monster.

Refining and removing the Emperor's phalanx, Ning Fan is self-proclaimed, and now if he uses his sword, his power will be amazed.

Devouring the blood of the demon, even if it is only one drop, and has not been completely refining. But with the help of that drop of magic blood, Ning Fan turned on the state of magic, turned into a four-phase magic, in a short period of time, even if you ask the virtual can be a battle!

However, because the blood of the Luo Luo has not been thoroughly refining, the use of this blood to demonize, but there is a drawback.

Every time I was demonized, Ning Fan felt that the gods had turned black.

The more and the longer the magic, the darker the black.

That black is magic, if it is less magical, it does not matter. If the magic accumulation is too much, Ning Fan will most likely lose his mind and annihilate his feelings.

Although it does not become a black-hearted god, cold-blooded, but Ning Fan never likes to be influenced by any outside world.

The means of magic can be used without it.

Unless you completely devour the blood of the demon, break through the realm of gold, then. Ning Fan can be assured of magical giant body.

"kill!"

In the darkness of the valley, a glimpse of the glimmer of light, tens of thousands of monks suddenly emerged, each holding the thunder, shooting in the direction of Ningfan 10,000 roads to kill the Thunderbolt.

Thunder arrows are like rain. Sandwiched in the thunderstorm, it is extremely fast.

Every Thunderbolt is enough to kill Yuan Ying, tens of thousands of Thunderbolts, and even the gods will be instantly killed.

With so many Thunderbolts, there is no way for a team of monks to slow down.

Ning Fan’s eyes are indifferent. A roll of sleeves, clearly with a wave, but there is an unimaginable force to swing out, enough to shake the mountains and rivers, the strength of the sleeves, it is already comparable to the sneak peek!

A huge force shocked. The mountain river collapsed, the Wandaolei arrow shattered, and tens of thousands of hidden enemies were destroyed. Only the figure of the seven emperors was smashed, and each had a half-step cultivating, and luckily died. tremble with fear.

"Retracted at a rapid speed, back to the Lord, Zhou Ming has already entered the mountains of Zhongshan, the seventeen-defense, no one can hinder its pace, three voyeuristic commanders, has been killed!"

"Well you go..."

Ning Fan’s words are indifferent, his palms are lifted, and a icy sword light that is as thin as a flap is flashing. It disappeared without a shadow.

In the next moment, the enemies in the seven escapes were all pierced by Jianguang.

That sword light, too fast, faster than the voyage of the vain monk. Unless it is a question, who can defend!

The sharp edge of Jianguang is almost ignoring all defenses at the level of glimpse.

At the moment of the light of the sword, hundreds of millions of swords were stabbed from the seven monks Dan Tian. Only one glimpse, the seven people were smashed by the silk, and the blood fog was violent.

Ning Fan’s expression is unmoved. This kind of killing, on the way to the Zhongshan Palace, has killed sixteen times. This is the seventeenth time.

There are 400 people who have died in their hands, and there are 3 people in the voyeur!

Yuan Lei one by one swallowed into the abdomen refining, Lei Yu was ingested one by one, thrown to the thunder eleven behind him.

Ning Fan is skilled and killing people is a commonplace.

But the six refining people behind him, including the Lei XI, all of them have been numb.

"This is a good start! Let's kill the top ten layers of Reta. This kind of thing, even if it is a sinister tyrant, but it will do the public anger, but he dares to do it... Look at this posture, this son not only wants to enter the clock Mountain, destroy the candle, and want to go all the way to the twenty-fourth floor, destroy the Yinglong King!"

Mo Feiyun was shocked by the heart. He asked himself a lot of heroes in his life. Among them, the number of Lei 11 was the most admirable, and the one that made him most feared was Ning Fan.

"Oh... the old man still sneaked on this before, ridiculed him... Now it seems that the strength of this son, killing me is absolutely easy, saying that he is rushing, never too much... a sword and a cold, swords and enemies... this The child is afraid that the martial arts will not be weak." Chu Nanfeng ridiculed himself.

Lei eleven eyes once again shocked, he knew that Ning Fan was powerful, but he even saw that Ning Fan before three days, has not been so powerful.

The former Ning Fan, the feeling of the thunder eleven, is instinctive restraint, that restraint, from Taisu Leixing.

Today's Ning Fan, there are two very different pressures on the body, each of which is enough to make Lei 11 heart and chill.

"The kind of pressure, let me suffocate... even if it is a broken old man, you should not be pregnant with this kind of pressure... What happened to this child in these three days!" Lei said.

A group of people went all the way, and all the killings were almost taken by Ning Fan.

After witnessing the three voyeurs who died in Ning Fan, no one doubts that Ning Fan has the ability to kill the candle and counter the strength of Ying Long.

The Bell Hill Thunder Palace is already in front of millions of miles away!

Within the thunder palace, the main candlelight of the black armor is sitting in the throne, watching a piece of information, and his eyes are gloomy.

Beyond Zhongshan, the masters of the seventeen-year-old guards, hundreds of thousands of people, were killed all the way in half a day!

Who is coming, the candle is not expected. It was actually Ning Fan and Wan Bao Ge!

"Hey! I can't think of that Zhou Ming, who was chased by Ying Longwang, but dared to come to my thunder palace and throw it into the net. It was really daring, why did he think that with his half-step refining, he could ask me a question? War? Ridiculous!"

"There is still Wanbaoge, I am really daring. Lei eleven! This person lost to my hand eleven times, I thought he would know the stakes, from then on, keep the self, and surrender the emperor. Unexpectedly, this dare to dare again Me! If he rushes to the Thunder Palace, I will teach him to regret it!"

The roar of the candle wind echoed in the thunder palace for a long time.

Asking for the emptiness of the mountain is like a sea, sweeping away, so that the air inside the hall is abnormally suppressed, and countless Yuan Ying and Huashen fell to the ground because they could not withstand the pressure.

Only nine voyeuristic geeks. They can resist the change of the candlelight.

"The Lord is relieved! In the thunder palace, I have ten smelters and guards, and he has three heads and six arms in Zhou Ming and Wanbaoge. I dare to come here. It is also a death..."

A rat must be old, its name is Ma Wang, mung bean small eyes flashed, sneer.

He did not put Ning Fan and others into his eyes, and the other eight gaze, and no one would look at Ning Fan. Therefore, the words of the old man are very different.

"Yes! Ma Daoyou said very well, that when Zhou Mingru came to the Thunder Palace, he would die. Nothing to see him killing all the way, the momentum is huge, but most of them are holding the Wanbaoge, three voyeurs, he is only half a step. Refining the emptiness. From no half-step simplification, you can kill the sneak peek. This is not a matter of the thunder palace. If you enter the thunder palace, I will kill the first one!"

Another tall voyeur, echoed with the sound.

For a time, in the hall, all were laughter, ridicule, and laughter.

At this moment, a cold voice. It seems like a million ice, suddenly sounded in the entire Bell Hill Thunder Palace.

Like the momentum of Qianshan's suppression, there are some contemptuous questions, like hundreds of millions of Thunder, in the ears of Lei Gongqun's ears, the next moment, the monks under the smoldering, have eardrum bleeding, and know the sea pain.

And the blame of the blame, including the candle wind, is also a stagnation of the chest. Repressed and uncomfortable, the face changed.

"Who said that I am Zhou Ming, I dare not come!"

A voice, fierce and terrifying!

Not to mention how Ning Fan repairs, the fierceness of this voice alone. It is enough to suppress ordinary gods!

For a moment, the entire Zhongshan Thunder Palace fell into boiling and panic.

The next moment, the Zhongshan Mountains, in the thunderstorms of the night, the ground shakes!

Numerous dead spirits took out the thunder palace, and when they looked far away, they all took a cold breath.

However, seeing the 200 monks in the district, the mountain is being carried out in the middle of the mountain, and no one of the 200 people is above the god.

Before the gods, there were six smelters and three voyeurs, including Lei XI, and they rushed to no one!

But the most daunting is not a master of these sculpt, but a white youth.

The young man’s hands are moving forward, and each step seems to be an understatement, but the strength of the step is comparable to that of the gold body. One step can shake the river and the mountain!

The roar of the mountain river is exactly what this person is!

That cold and cold question, pressed to countless monarchs of the thunder palace, is also this person issued!

He is, Ning Fan!

"kill him!"

Tens of thousands of Yuan Yingying spirits, low in intelligence, from Ning Fan behind the direction, desperate to launch a rush to Ning Fan.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly turned back, only an indifferent look, like a cold electricity pierced the night, falling in the eyes of countless dead spirits, but let the inferior Yuan Ying death spirit, have felt the heart tremble, can not fear .

What a fierce look this is!

This is the demon of what blood sea has experienced!

Do not say that they are only mentally inferior, even if they are unintelligible dead things, they will fear this person's eyes!

"roll!"

Ning Fan drank a word, under the giant force of the golden body, the sound of a cold drink, but more powerful than the power of any level of magic sound!

A black sound wave came from Ning Fan's mouth. Under the earthquake, tens of thousands of infants collapsed and died.

Ning Fan, can't compete with the devil's eyes.

And these Yuan Ying, the same can not compete with Ning Fan to swear.

Ning Fanyuan is not a strong person, but these Yuan Ying are even weaker.

"Who said that when I entered the thunder palace, I will die!"

Ning Fan's gaze, sweeping to the thunder palace at this moment, step down!

When the giant force shook, the sky collapsed, and the thunder palace stretched for a hundred miles, and it collapsed into rubble.

One by one, the gods and the smoldering are present, but this group of high-handed people, as opposed by Ning Fan, only the Ma Renwang and Li Gui.

In the gaze of Ning Fan's gaze, two sneak peeks at the grotesque, but they all have a cold vest, and they are aware of an extremely dangerous ominous.

Without any time to think, Ning Fan bullied the cloak and added himself, suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, a strange figure, across countless distances, no signs appear in front of the two.

A sword is cold and stabbed into the horseman Wang Dantian.

A punch banged out and slammed into the chest of the ghost.

Boxing out, the ghosts and chests are broken, they are already seriously injured, and their eyes are terrified. He can’t see how Ning Fan hides and how to get in front of him. He is even more incomprehensible. Why is Ning Fan's punching power stronger than his full blow!

The sword is out, the sword is entangled in the sword, and there is almost no chance to think about the Ma Wang. The billions of swords have already strangled their gods!

In this one face, Ning Fan directly shot a sneak attack, facing two voyeurism, but the other party died and injured!

"Candle, fight with me!"

Ning Fan took one step, under the pressure of the momentum, countless enemy repairs did not dare to contend, as the tide reversed.

Even if it was a candle wind, the pressure of Ning Fan and the two injured him, he did not dare to counter the glory of Ning Fan, and took a step back.

His eyes have changed dramatically, and the rumored Ning Fan, there can never be such a power of instant killing and sneak peek!

"This is different from the intelligence description. Why is he so powerful! This is absolutely impossible!"

The candlelight was shocked. For the first time, he felt a trace of death from a half-step simplification!

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