Grasping Evil

Ning Fan gently took a breath, the front of the Taiyue Lei, the realm of the refining body of the second body of Jin Jin, enough to make him breathe.

With the realm of the refining of his jade, and the limit of the power of the body of the corpse, it is still inferior to Taiyue.

This black-tower man, with his golden light everywhere, looks like a golden man and is engraved with the avenue.

He stood there, as if it was an insurmountable mountain. His punch was that Lei 11 could not be taken, and he must be seriously injured!

As for the Chunan Wind and others, they are directly under the momentum of the Taiyue Lei, and they have to retreat for dozens of steps before they can stabilize their body shape and simply cannot compete with Taiyue’s hegemonic momentum.

"This person is not only a golden body repair, but also a golden body to the second world... This person is very strong! This person is **** with gold, which makes me faintly aware... The way of refining the body is ten layers of silver light. Then it is the silver bone, the bones are tempered, and then the jade life, hammering the soul of life, to the golden body, it is to temper the blood... blood..."

Ning Fan’s heart is self-talking, but there is no fear in his eyes.

The breath of Taiyue Lei’s Lord is enough to suppress the mountains and rivers and lock the sky.

However, with Ning Fan's five fingers grasping, a piece of golden body is like a smashed glass, and the sound of collapse is heard, and it is broken.

"Okay, I will pick you up! If I am not hurt, I want you... a drop of blood!"

"Gold blood? Yes! If you can not die under the deity."

Seeing that Ning Fan broke his own momentum, he should be more than himself. Tai Yue’s eyes were praised and he looked deeply at Ning Fan.

He saw that Ning Fan's real refining realm is the peak of jade life, and the breakthrough of the golden body is still far away, but with the strange corpse physique, it can be a real golden body.

Ning Fan asked for the blood of his Taiyue. It is to understand the difference between the golden body and the jade.

A drop of blood only, if the strength of Ning Fan can make him satisfied, give him a drop of blood, help him realize the realm of the golden body, why not!

"Catch!"

Taiyue took a step. Its momentum reached its peak at this moment, and it was as sharp as a sword. It shocked countless dead spirits and hurriedly regressed, and smashed the battlefield, regardless of the enemy!

Numerous mountain peaks have been swayed by their momentum, as if they were smashed by an axe. The interception of the waist was intercepted, the giant ridge collapsed, and the river was cut off, which seemed to be crushed and flattened by the fairy hammer.

In the eyes of Taiyue, a trace of scarlet murder is raised, and its body is like a golden man. The air is clear. When the fists moved, they immediately burst into a terrifying crash.

A pure gold fist, across the sky, shattered a layer of clouds, the void was crushed at this moment, the earth began to collapse at this moment.

The fist is very close, but it is between the moments. Ning Fan stepped up and witnessed the war.

This punch is very strong! Sufficient to suppress the thunder eleven!

This is the almost invincible existence of the Thunder Tower!

"Lei, now!"

Ning Fan's body, suddenly floating cash-colored thunder, the red armor, white robe gold armor, seems to be a heaven.

At the moment when the thunder covered the body, its physical defense immediately rose to a terrible level.

The third-order gold armor can block the rush and hit all the way to the 22nd floor. He has already obtained 100,000 yuan of mine, and the third-order promotion to the fourth-order has also gone.

This level of defense is an ordinary attack of the old blame, can be ignored. Asking the blame attack, you can't break this defense!

It is enough to suppress the thunder of the eleventh, and it is on the top of the thunder, and it is a terrible roar.

The wind thunder is rewinding, the earth is swept by the fists, and it is a decadent, desolate, but standing in the center of the boxing, Ning Fan is unscathed and unbeaten!

Its defensive power has reached a state of horror under the nourishment of countless Yuan Lei!

For a long time, the fists are scattered, and Ning Fan disperses the Lejia, faint,

"Your martial arts, I have taken it, you should be promised, it should be done!"

hiss!

Even if Tai Yue himself, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Other masters were shocked.

They all saw that Taiyue had a powerful punch, enough to kill any voyeurism, enough to suppress the remarks of the Lei 11 level.

Such a strong fist, Ning Fan actually relied on the technique of the Lejia, completely picked up!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Thunder is a illegal treasure, but a spell that condenses the thunder of the gods and the unbeaten spell of the thunder protector!

They finally understand why Ning Fan collects the thunder of the gods everywhere, and what he must have is this mysterious secret!

A deep sense of frustration, floating in the heart of Taiyue Lei, he closed his eyes and was silent.

This punch, he used 10% of his strength, did not use body skills.

However, judging from this attack, even if he exerts a strong body, he can't break the Lejia defense.

This Lejia defense, already against the sky, is the master of the emptiness, it will also be tricky.

"You can go up twenty or three!"

Taiyue opened his eyes, with unwillingness and defeat, and pointed to the sword, stabbed a sword on his arm, and gave a drop of golden blood to the jade bottle, and the previous preparations were given to Ning Fan.

The blood of the golden body is only flowing in the tiny blood vessels in the skin.

Taking Taiyue’s current refining realm, it only condenses five hundred drops of gold.

Ning Fan nodded, although Taiyue said that he was overbearing, but he was still willing to gamble and lose.

He received the ritual, swallowed Yuan Lei, and squinted the jade bottle of gold and blood, no longer speak, and entered the twenty-three layer of transmission.

"Zhou Daoyou let the old man open his eyes again... That Yuan Lei's A, the defense is really against the sky, Taiyue can't break this one, and most of the dragons can't succeed. The decisive battle between Daoyou and Yinglong is afraid of being innate. Unbeaten."

"It’s just undefeated... I can’t hurt me, but I can’t hurt the dragon. For example, the Taiyue Lei Lord, I can defend against it, but it may not hurt him, even if it is a royal murder. The sword may not be able to break through its physical defense... After all, it is still limited to the realm... If you want to destroy Taiyue, you may only use the third finger..."

"What third finger?" Lei eleven fox suspected.

"Nothing, the last layer of the thunder palace, the next layer, it is where the dragon is..."

Ning Fan and others accepted their footsteps, and there was a faintly defensive master of death.

When I saw Ning Fan and others came, I immediately shouted.

"There are people to stop! Morere has the order, if Zhou Mingdao friends want to borrow the transmission array, they need to answer a question from the Lord. Whether the answer can satisfy the Ray Lord, but if you answer, you can pass the transmission array!"

After all, there are thousands of gods, and the armor is rushing. Ning Fan and other people are surrounded by heavy burdens, and the first ones are greeted, with 20 voyeurs and 1 questioning.

It’s the triumph of the thunder palace. Although this person has asked the imaginary, it is not the Lord. It is the great commander of the Morere Palace.

"Answer the question? It's not going to change the pattern and play it!" Lei eleven showed his yellow teeth, a wry smile, but his eyes were wary.

Ning Fan is undecided, only his eyes faintly sweeping the siege of the monk, and waved his hand to stop the thunder eager to try.

"What questions?" Ning Fan said to the elder.

"Come on. Take the thunder master's warrant, gift, pen and ink!"

The eyes of the big commander are dignified, calling people to collect countless items.

There are Wujin bamboo leaves, there are Yuanlei, there are silver products of Leijin, these are gifts.

Other than that. Some people even squatted in front of Ning Fan, holding a wooden plate and holding a pen and ink.

In addition, there is a warrant, the book is on paper, only one word...

'mine'!

"What is this bird problem!" Lei eleven licked his mouth, seemingly frivolous, but his eyes were a little dignified, and he seemed to see some doorways.

"Sorry, the Lord is retreating. Just ask the question of Zhou Mingdao, leaving this word, did not say specifically to ask Zhou Daoyou." The general leader apologized.

"No problem, I understand what he means."

Ning Fan's left eye purple star flashes, and the eye can almost penetrate all the mana trajectories of the word '雷'.

This is a thunder word. Every stroke has a mana to keep, and each pen contains the mine of the Lord Morere.

However, all the lightning forces are drawn into words, but they are not rounded. There is a sense of stagnation between the lines, which is impossible to complete.

The reason why it is impossible to make Lei Li perfect, only because Morey has not been promoted into the realm of emptiness, is still asking the monk.

This word is a question.

Morey wants to ask Ning Fan, how can he break through the thunder and touch the bottleneck!

"interesting."

Ning Fan did not write any words, just picked up the paper with the words Lei, and suddenly shredded.

"Bold!"

The general commander’s eyes were angry and he was only arrogant.

Morere has prepared a thick gift and sent Ning Fan Deng twenty-four layers. He just asked a question, and regardless of whether the answer is satisfactory, it will be released, and the request is not excessive.

However, Ning Fan ignored Morey’s request and blatantly shredded Morey’s warrant, which was undoubtedly a face.

Can kill, can not be humiliated, even if the general commander knows that Ning Fan is powerful, he also wants to fight with one.

At this moment, in the distant thunder palace, suddenly a sigh of complete understanding, a faint speech, like a thunder light to cut through the sky, make the road,

"Together, stop! The answer of Xiaoyou, I am very satisfied... he is right..."

The vocalist, it is the Lord of Morere, in the moment of the sound, the old man who turned into a sacred wind bone, floated out and showed his sigh.

"Small friends' insights, it really is very comparable... In the future, there must be no limit!" The old man held a fist and thanked him.

"Can help you, Zhou also feels gratified." Ning Fan holds a fist to return to the ceremony, speaks the language, so that countless masters feel inexplicable.

"Oh... why did this tear the thunder master's warrant, and the Lord is not angry and thankful... What answer did the son give to the Lord?"

The big commander is puzzled, and the same is incomprehensible. There are countless masters.

The master of the game, only the wretched Thunder eleven, a little understand what.

Lei eleven faintly sees the true question of Morey, asking how to realize the thunder and advance into the emptiness.

However, Lei 11 could not understand Ning Fan’s answer. What is the meaning of shredding paper?

Ning Fan and Morey are ridiculous, and the answer is only known to the two.

Then, under Morey’s orders, all the masters sent Ning Fan and others to the transmission array with great respect and respect.

Only when he left, Ning Fan suddenly and deeply smiled in a certain direction, saying to himself,

"Interesting, will there be two more helpers in this trip..."

After the people left, the general commander asked suspiciously.

"Dare to ask the Lord, what question did you ask Zhou Daoyou? What answer did he give?"

"I asked him how to break through the rush." ​​In the presence of all of them, Morey is blunt and not ashamed.

"What, what! The Lord is a high-ranking expert, and he is almost indifferent. Why do you want to ask this question to a junior who has not yet been imaginary! He just does not know how to break through the realm of emptiness?" The big commander is even more puzzled.

"This child is cultivated as a god, but a clear understanding of the void. It has already broken through the question of emptiness. This point cannot be seen by your insight... and especially the old man cares about this. Comprehend. The old man breaks through the emptiness, the biggest problem. It is not the understanding of the void, but the understanding of the thunder. The old man’s thunder, there is always a trace of incomprehensibility, and he heard that this son has the secret of Taisu Leidi, so I tried to ask, but I didn’t report much hope. But the answer to this question really made me unexpected... Xiu Lei Wannian, today’s old man is only a slap in the face!”

"The Taoist friend in that week was just tearing off the thunder master's warrant. Where did you answer the question?"

"This is the best answer... The old man asked questions on the paper. The word Lei is the old man’s thunder. And the paper is the heaven... the old man’s thunder is in the heavens, but the heavenly Next, the old man is just a dead spirit. No matter how to study the mine, there is such a shortcoming in it. It is the eternal life that cannot be compared with the living. This is the will of the heavens, and cannot be countered... this shortcoming can not be compensated. Unless the old man reincarnation is rebuilt. All this, the old man knows well...so no matter whether Zhou Daoyou writes any words on paper, he is trapped in the heavens and cannot help the old man...so he tore the paper. Tears the old man’s thunder Tao, also tore the heavens!"

"This, this..." The general commander seems to have some understanding, but he is puzzled. He only feels that the little behavior of tearing paper is too far from the truth!

"His answer. There is only one!" If the road blocks me, I will abandon it! If the sky blocks me, I will tear the sky! 'This is his answer! The old man Xiu Lei Wannian, today is only a few days ago, the old man is too Obsessed with the identity of the dead, too attached to the thunder, obsessed with the heavens... these attachments, can be abandoned! Need to be determined, only the determination to break through the rush!"

Morey said that a vast momentum is gradually rising.

He is far from the breakthrough, not far away!

"Come, prepare for war! I can wait for the battle, and ask for the dragon!" Morey suddenly ordered, shocked countless masters.

"What, what! The Lord is asking for the dragon, is it to help Zhou Ming!" The great commander was shocked.

"Yes, this is a solution to my confusion. I should pay him back."

"Why didn't the Lord directly go with it..."

"If the old man goes with him, he will be like the Thunder eleven, and he will bend to his knees... Although the old man can help him, but he is not his subordinate, the old man has the pride of the old man! You are the same... Taiyue!"

Morey said, his eyes glimpsed and swept away from the void.

On time, the hidden place, there is a black tower big man, laughing, it is the Thai Yue Lei.

"Ha ha! Or Mo Laoer’s eyes are sinister, and I can see that the deity is hiding here!"

"The eyes are sinister, but not only the old man, but most of the friends of the week have also seen it. The words he left when he left, must be said to be you and me."

Morey sighed, he really couldn't touch it. Ning Fan was only five hundred years old. Why do he realize that his mind is so enchanting? Even the meaning of the two people can help, and most of them understand that the two don't help. I can't let go of it, I am afraid that I will be said to be Ning Fan.

After all, not every old blame, can be the same as Ray XI, shameless, not afraid of others.

"The old man helped him, for the sake of reconciliation, you help him, but why? If you are worried about the bad, the old man is ruthless, and you shot!" Morey asked coldly.

"Is it? Haha, Mo Laoer, I can't win you, you can't win me! I am willing to help him, and I want to kill Ying Long. This is the reason for my shot, I believe it or not! Haha, the deity goes and also!"

Taiyue laughed at the sky, alone, and entered the transmission array.

Morey reveals the strange color, sighs and shakes his head, and also leads people into the transmission array.

For so many years, he still can't understand Taiyue, this person is too casual. I want to challenge you, and I will dare to fight. I want to help you, and there is no justification.

But Morey can predict that the strength of Ning Fan, plus his help with Tai Yue, **** twenty-four layers, will not be defeated.

"But I don't know if it should be at this moment, whether it is already restless..." Morey was indifferent, as if he was a dragon and died, he did not care.

Twenty-fourth floor, should Longlei Palace.

In the deep swamp, a winged yellow dragon, after hearing the news, the eyes wrath, the dragon smashed a piece of space.

"Impossible! How can this child break through the twenty-three-layer Reta defense in such a short period of time and come to my twenty-fourth floor! This is absolutely impossible!"

His anger has not disappeared, and there are several voices flying swords to the emperor to fly, each flying sword, are all for the voice of forgiveness.

"The Dragon King saves his life, and the water is in a hurry!"

"The water gate has been broken, the Iron Dragon City is surrounded, and the Dragon King is helping!"

"Lushan was flattened..."

"The Valley of God is broken..."

All the way to the sound of flying swords, all the loss of being destroyed by the slaughter.

Ying Long Wang is even more angry. He has only been the one who pursues others. When is the person who chased him dare to be so arrogant, to his site, to kill his men!

"Come, the king wants to attack himself, killing this son on the twenty-fourth floor!"

Huanglong fluttered, Huang Mang flashed, turned into a yellow robe big man, looking gloomy like iron.

But not waiting for him to attack himself, another ink-colored flying sword, galloping, blasting in Longchi, and a cold voice.

It's not the battle report under it, but the voice of Ning Fan!

"It should be Longzi, your death is over!"

"The arrogance!"

The dragon king was furious, he couldn't stand it, and he was so provocative by a young god.

At the time of his wrath, outside the dragon pool, the sound of fighting the earth and the earth is far and near.

Ning Fan, come!

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