Grasping Evil

"Lubei! This task you can't think of one person alone! The singer, the old man must be fixed!"

The white-eyed veteran sneer, he called Ning Fan as Lubei, apparently seeing the wanted order issued by Tenghuang, knowing that Ning Fan is Lubei.

It is not surprising that Ning Fan is a ruined monk, and it is not surprising that the other person is a martyrdom monk.

Ning Fan was not afraid of being wanted by the Tenghuang. He flew all the way, did not hide his appearance, and did not deliberately avoid it. If you encounter an enemy you have committed, you can kill it.

Ning Fan’s eyes were faint, and among the nine sorcerers, eight people looked bad and seemed to have recognized their identity.

Only the girl in Tsing Yi, who had a glimpse of illusion, was calm and watery, and she was a little surprised at the moment.

She did not seem to expect that the white-haired youth in front of her eyes would be the devil of the vines.

Just thinking of Ning Fan’s intention to monopolize the task and occupying all the sorrows, the Tsing Yi girl’s gaze to Ning Fan could not help but bring a host of hostility.

"If I insist on monopolizing the task, how are you going?"

Ning Fan's eyes swept to the old-eyed, faint.

The white-eyed old man stunned, but did not expect Ning Fan to be so tough, and dared to ignore his threat.

His old eyes are illusory and cold, "On the road of comprehension, the strong is respected. If you want to monopolize the task, you will take the strength to convince the old man and others!"

After all, the white-eyed old man suddenly stepped forward, the skin quickly dried up, and his eyes shot two white beaks, and they swept away.

After being swept by this white man, Ning Fan only felt that the body was gradually stiff and the skin showed signs of denaturation. Floating a layer of white bark, as if to become a woodcarving.

Ning Fan once ransacked the Great Cold City. I have seen many tree-related spells, knowing that the old man is showing a very powerful technique in the tree world.

The name of this technique is ‘the purpose of the wood.’ It is the secret technique of the Huamu family. If this technique is cultivated to the highest level, one eye can be used to temper the monk.

This technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, and this white-eyed old man can cultivate this technique, but the chance is not small.

With this white-eyed old man too vain, he used the technique of chemical wood. With just one look, you can make the dynasty monks tree.

But it is not enough to want to use this technique to plant Ning Fan.

"broken!"

Ning Fan’s mana swayed, his body peeled off a piece of bark, his body returned to normal, and his tree was broken.

Immediately step out, the right arm white mans flash. A silver arm armor emerges. The figure is vertical, and the explorer grabs the eyes of the old-eyed old man!

This attack did not provoke the attacking power of the White Tiger Armor. This is the case, and the power of one stroke is comparable to the physical repair of the fourth body of the Golden Body!

"God's mysterious costume!" In the hall, everyone looked at the earthquake.

The white-eyed old man was shocked and noticed that Ning Fan’s body was so powerful. More than expected, Ning Fan holds the gods and spirits.

He is a teacher, proficient in martial arts, and Shentong is mostly connected to 傀儡, and it is impossible to take a shot from Ningfan alone.

He didn't have time to think about it, he took a little step back. Take a storage bag and take out countless cockroaches.

For a moment. In the hall, there are 216 sacred peaks, which are in front of the white-eyed old man.

The white-eyed old man then took out a battle, and upon urging, a silver-white giant figure appeared at the foot of the 216 squats, and all the scorpions were connected in a row.

At the same time, 216 squats at the same time, the flash of light, the combination of fists and horns!

"Chemical wood array!"

216 slams, combined with the array of light, turned into a smashing fist, the power is comparable to a virtual blow.

Ning Fan’s eyes were slightly stunned, and his claws were changed into fists. He punched the squadron and spurred the magical power of the white tiger armor and hit a white tiger.

Virtual surgery, white tiger!

A blow to the bang, the smashing of the smashing, the entire smashing city violently shaking, the palace of the palace trembled, the palaces and pavilions that stretched for hundreds of miles were all turned into flying ash.

Throughout the devastating city, filled with the roar of the white tiger, countless monks were in shock and were scared by this terrible fighting wave.

After a long time, the vibration in the city stopped and the smoke dispersed.

Ning Fan put up his fists and held his hands. The white-eyed old man is holding his chest, his breath is disordered, his mouth is overflowing with a trace of blood, and his eyes are quite strong.

The 216 sacred gods that the old man called out were all smashed into pieces by Ning Fan, and there is no possibility of repairing!

He took a medicinal herb, pressed the wound, and looked at the color of jealousy. He did not dare to look at it with Ning Fan.

He is not a rival to Ning Fan!

He knows that if there are no 216 shackles in front, he will surely be hit by Ning Fan and White Tigers.

This fight is a fight, on the surface, the white-eyed old man is not too down, but he has already lost.

Ning Fan just punched a punch with a spirit, and did not spend too much mana physical strength, still a state of ease.

The white-eyed old man lost the 216 sacred peaks... This is almost all he is!

Losing a sly master means that the supernatural power is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical skills. If he continues to fight against Ning Fan, he will lose.

Losing so many embarrassment, the old-eyed old man has not dared to go to Tanggu to hunt the tree king, no body, the risk is too great.

At this moment, he must re-collect the materials and refine the body...

"Hey! Lands friendly means! The old man is not as good as the man, and there is no face here to fight for the task, leave!"

The white-eyed old man snorted and turned into a dawn, leaving the sentence directly to the country...

Tang Xiong deeply looked at Ning Fan, and he punched the white tiger and punched him. He asked himself that he could not be hurt without injury. In the heart of the dark road, Ning Fan really amazing.

Tang Xiong secretly guessed that this punch may not be the strongest power of Ning Fan.

When the old-eyed old man left, the remaining eight refining sorcerers, I am afraid that no one is Ning Fan’s opponent.

"Who else wants to compete with Lu for the task, stand up and enlighten me." Ning Fan gaze faintly across the remaining eight teachers.

By the eyes of Ning Fan, four people are rushing, and three are too sinister.

They are squatters, and they are arrogant. Losing you is nothing.

Seeing Ning Fan’s **** armor armor is so overbearing. With a punch to destroy 216 sacred peaks, how dare they take out the battle with Ning Fan.

Their sorcerer is not as strong as the old man. There are not many old-fashioned people, and even the white-eyed old man is not a rival.

If they fight with Ning Fan, most of them are also the end of the ruin...

For a time, everyone was silent.

Four smashing sorcerers shook their heads and sighed, turned away and gave up the task. Although the 炼 万 万 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师 大师

The three tyrants are cold and screaming. Resentfully despised Ning Fan, after all, no one dared to shoot again, all the sleeves left.

Only the girl in Tsing Yi was struggling and did not leave immediately.

She bit her lip and seemed to want to say something, but with a slight sigh, she finally left.

Above the ruins of the palace. In the end, only Ning Fan and Tang Xiong were left.

Tang Xiong lamented that there were more than ten voice flying swords on the whole city, and it was not necessary to be nervous to inform the subordinates. The previous fighting volatility was not someone who attacked the Yicheng City, but only to fight against each other.

He bends a little, and the mana spreads a hundred miles. A giant tree grows again on the earth, and the heart of the tree is hollowed out and turned into a brand new royal palace.

"I don't know when the friend entered Tanggu to kill the tree king and complete the task?" Tang Xiong asked very politely.

"When the night falls, I will enter the soup valley... leave!"

Ning Fan took away the task jade. For Tang Xiong, he clenched his fist and turned it into a dawn. Fly outside the city.

The reason why he chose to enter Tanggu at night is because the tree-devils can heal themselves with daylight in the daytime, which is quite difficult to deal with.

The difficulty of killing the tree king at night is slightly less difficult.

Ning Fan left Wuyi City, all the way east, about 30 million miles, only to fly outside the Tang Valley, to take hold of the dawn, standing on the top of a tree, quietly waiting for the night to come.

At this moment, it is already the day and night, the evening wind is blowing, the sunset is sinking.

Ning Fan’s heart was calm, neither fearing the pursuit of the Emperor, nor being afraid of offending the nine masters.

In the mission jade, there is a map of Tanggu. Ning Fan carefully plans in his heart, **** two tree kings who have been repaired by Yuan Yuan in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

There are countless tree demons in the valley of Tanggu. These trees are inferior in spirit and fierce, and they will attack all the monks in the valley without any difference.

These tree devils are tough and suitable for refining, and many of the teachers in the country have loved to come to Tanggu to capture the tree magic...

A few years ago, two tree kings were born in Tanggu, killing many of the sorcerers who entered Tanggu... So, Zhuhuang set up this mission to kill the tree king.

"Oh, sometimes cruel..."

Ning Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly.

He was very angry when he first heard that someone had killed the sacred tree.

But after repeated thoughts, I feel that the act of killing people and refining is normal in the realm of comprehension.

Ning Fan himself is a devil, killing countless, not qualified to blame the long sky tyrannical.

The 10,000-year-old slaughtering scorpion is not essentially different from the Ning Fan slaughter demon forest, Xinghai, and Reta...

However, Ning Fan stood in the position of the Luo Luo family, after all, it is necessary to hate the longevity.

There is no absolute right or wrong in the world. It is only related to the position.

Ning Fan raised his palm and looked at the white palm, but he knew that the palm of his hand was covered with blood.

He lowered his hand and closed his eyes again, silently talking to himself.

"If one day, there is no enmity under the whole world, I can let go of the killing...just that day, too far away."

"Under the nine worlds, full of fighting, four days above, full of fighting, it is between the ancient emperors, but also fighting... no one can avoid the battle, there are people, there is a battle... ”

"This is a true **** sea. Once you step in, you will never be able to look back..."

When Ning Fan sighed, the twilight was also silent.

When a star rises into the night sky, Ning Fan steps forward, he knows, it is time to go to Tanggu.

At this time, if there was a murderous murder, suddenly it rose from the back of Ning Fan.

A very curious blue crystal dagger, against the Ning Fan vest, a petite figure, I do not know how to lurk behind Ning Fan, launched a sneak attack on Ning Fan.

"Are you finally showing up? Lu is very curious, you are so eager to see what you are doing, why are you so obsessed with sorrow?" Ning Fan has no unexpected color on his face, it seems that someone knows that someone is lurking behind him.

"Less nonsense! I can't fall into the hands of a demon like you!" Behind Ning Fan, there was a girl voice with a bit of resentment.