Grasping Evil

Ning Fan will receive ten sacred things, and tell the story of several priests. Of course, I did not tell a few people about the fact that he killed the Yuanshushu, so as not to scare the Tsao.

He will tell a little about the time when he met with the sacred tree. He only said that the sacred tree is trapped in the rain, but he does not mention anything about the cemetery.

Gu Luo, Xu Luo and other priests have tears in their old eyes. When the Luo Luo people are bullied, they will not cry.

When the 100,000 people flutter for the sake of the youth, they will not cry when they are not in the reincarnation.

But when I heard the news of the last tree princes still in the world, they couldn't help but cry and burst into tears.

The ancestors are still there, with them... now it’s good.

Gu Luo proposed to go to the rain sector to rescue the tree emperor. This proposal was rejected by the priests such as Xu Luo.

The last generation of the tree king has been unable to get out of trouble for so many years. Obviously, it is extremely difficult to get out of trouble.

With these micro-finals, and not to say that it is impossible to go to the rain, they will go, and they will never save the emperor. Instead, they will reveal the news that the emperor is alive.

The only thing to rescue the last generation of the tree king is to consider it.

At this moment, they are imperative to quickly summon all the Luo people in the Silu Bamboo Sea, return to the tribe, and participate in the funeral of the ten ancestors of the refining dynasty...

As the night faded, a huge wooden frame was set up in the magical graveyard in the center of the city of Siro, igniting a raging fire.

The so-called magical tomb is the graveyard where the Diao people of the Dharma were buried.

Numerous of the Tsao Luo people rushed back to the city of Si Luo from all parts of the city, and there were busy people in the city, preparing for the funeral of the ten ancestors.

Gu Luo, Xu Luo and other priests, together with the high priest. All are busy preparing for the funeral of the ancestors.

Ning Fan seems to be doing nothing and strolling around the city of Si Luo.

Now the Tsao people know that Ning Fan is a monk. It is a friend of the family of the genus, so Ning Fan walks freely in the city, and no one blocks it.

There are various incense sticks in the magical tomb. Even if Ningfan walks to Xicheng, he can smell the strong incense.

He walked alone in the bright night of the bonfire, quiet in front of his heart.

He has heard about the past of the Qing dynasty from the mouth of the six priests.

Before the millennium, the youngsters were still young. His mother was a high priest and died in the hands of the cedars.

Within a thousand years, a total of 100,000 Muro people have spent their lives in the spirit of escaping from the soul and eternal reincarnation. They have cultivated themselves for the sake of the Qing dynasty.

Hundreds of thousands of Wolverines will not hesitate to give up their lives. It’s not for the prosperity of the Gentiles, just to find the remains of the ancestors, just not wanting to let the remains of the ancestors flow outside...

Ten sorrows are sneak peeks, and for the now-defunct Dura, it is a powerful force.

If you use these ten voyeurs to protect the Muro, rely on the scorpion. It is absolutely enough to make the Tsao people become the first-class forces of the Cold Cang Kingdom, and will not be bullied by other tree people...

However, the Tsao Luo people are stupid and stupid. They untied all the ten shackles and destroyed ten shackles. There are only ten ordinary bodies without any fighting power.

Then, bury the bodies of these ancestors...

"They. It's stupid...but I don't dislike it..."

The night wind was cool, and Ning Fan closed his eyes and recalled the past of the Guoguo Hu family.

Hu Fengzi is a sheltered family, and he does not hesitate to make a fuss for Xiu...

Hundreds of thousands of Wolverines, in order to find the ancestors buried in the body, but also do not hesitate to fly...

There is no shortage of smart people on the road of comprehension, but all the strangers who have experienced the blood of the sea are all ordinary people.

On the road of comprehension, there is always only a stupid person. Knowing that it is impossible to do it, knowing that there is a knife and a sea in front of it, for the guardianship, still do not hesitate to die, not to bear the big righteousness, although thousands of people go to me!

Knowing that everything you do has no meaning, but you have to stubbornly find a result!

Knowing that it is a hostile event with the sky, but still a smile for her, rather than the sky!

The authorities are too smart, and these people are often not happy.

Ning Fan’s face appeared in front of the paper crane, Mu Xiaoliang and so on, and suddenly he smiled.

These stupid girls, if they have his shelter, may be able to live without blood for the rest of their lives.

If you are ignorant, if you are ignorant, you will be stunned by big voices, elephants will be invisible, big profits will be rushed, and you will be arrogant, generous, and straightforward.

This is the road to the simplicity!

The sergeant heard the truth, and did it in a diligent manner; the sergeant heard that if it survived; the corporal smelled, laughed, not laughing enough to think!

The world ridiculed the stupidity of the Muro people, but did not know that the Douros did so in line with the humanity, the pro-avenue.

If everyone can understand the Taoist Tao, this road is not a avenue.

Ning Fan took out the blood wine gourd, sip a full drink, and looked back at the light and sorrow, looking at the huge bonfire in the center of the city, and his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

The road is extremely reversed!

The reality is extremely virtual!

Ning Fan has been practicing the road until now. At first, it is imaginary to see the imaginary. Afterwards, the imaginary is not imaginary.

But at this moment, he clearly sees the truth, but the Tao in his eyes is empty!

The real and the false, he has gradually realized that the sorrowful feelings are enough, even the imaginary feelings are almost completely realized!

He looked at the magical tomb and watched the corpse of the ten sacred ancestors in the bonfire gradually burning into fly ash.

He saw three hundred and twenty thousand Tsao people bowing their heads and bowing, tears in their eyes, and praying and offering sacrifices to the campfire.

"I am a family of people, born as a tree, rooted in the earth, my roots are, it is my country! My country can be broken, my roots can be burned, my body can be destroyed, my way can be eliminated, only my ancestors, not tolerable Bullying, not tolerant!"

"The catastrophe of the year, the ancestral bones are drifting away, the thoughts are distressed! The children and grandchildren are not sorrowful, do not kill the thieves, and swear not to be willing!"

"We will swear by the descendants of the illustrious graves, and the three hundred and twenty thousand people will die, and they will kill the thieves! If you swear by this oath, everyone will marry!"

The vows of the sky, the sound of the earth, made the lake of Ningfanxin ripple.

Under the bonfire, the green dragonfly is dressed in gorgeous costumes. Barefoot, dancing around the bonfire. Pious prayer.

In her gaze, she is full of nostalgia for her ancestors. She dances too beautifully, like a dancing butterfly...

Ning Fan mouth smirked and smiled, lifted the blood wine gourd, and sipped a few mouthfuls.

His gaze is clearer as the dance of the green.

The dance is real, and the thoughts of the ancestors are virtual.

Bonfire is real. The voice of the sound that melted in the campfire was illusory.

The ancestors of the ten ancestors were real. When the corpse was turned into a fly ash in the fire, the ancestors who resounded throughout the city of Silo were sorrowful.

Ning Fan took a photo and took a bamboo leaf from a bamboo tree.

The bamboo leaves are real, but with the spur of Ning Fan, the bamboo leaves gradually become a kind of emptiness.

With Ning Fan’s thoughts moving, the nothingness of the qi is changed back to bamboo leaves...

Virtual reality is only in the middle of a thought!

Ning Fan threw the bamboo leaves back into the soil. He closed his eyes and gradually faded in the night.

Gradually, his flesh turned into nothingness, as if disappearing into the night!

That is the physical weakness, complete illusion!

When asked about the situation, Ning Fan also made the body blurred. But it didn't go this far!

At this moment, through this trip to the bamboo sea, his virtual character sentiment was completely completed!

As long as the mana is sufficient, he can break through the bottleneck of the rush at this moment and break through the realm of emptiness!

He thought about it. The body gradually reappears in the night.

There is no sadness and no joy on his face. It seems that breaking through the illusory feelings is a matter of course, and of course, no surprise.

"Stupid younger brother, you have broken through the illusory feelings. If you have enough mana at this moment, you can break through the realm of emptiness in one fell swoop... but my sister can remind you that the biggest obstacle to breaking through the realm is not sentiment, not mana, but heaven. Robbery... If you are not prepared, don't rush to rob, this time the robbery, it must be stronger than the last time, in all likelihood, the yin wind robbery!" In the mind, Luo squeaky smile, reminded .

"I understand...thank you."

Ning Fan smiled at Luo Youhui. This Luo seems to be indifferent to him on weekdays. He deliberately distanced him from him and did not talk too much with him.

But every time I see him is difficult, I will be concerned about reminders.

Although Luo You is avoiding him everywhere, he may not be ruthless to him.

After all, she has a hatred of the country, which can make her escape the emotions...

boom!

The bonfire wooden frame in the center of Si Luo City suddenly made a huge bang, and was crushed by a huge palm print that fell from the sky!

The ashes were scattered in the night sky, and the ash of the corpses of the ten ancestors of the sacred ancestors was scattered with the wind.

Above the sky, the sneer of the three old men suddenly sounded.

"The family of the genus is really stupid! They clearly find the **** of the ten ancestors, but they destroy the ten shackles and cremate the ancestors... stupid!"

"If there are ten voyeurs sitting in the town, today I will wait for the blood to wash the snails, I am afraid I will lose more people, but the ten voyeurs have been destroyed, and there are only the voyeurs in the Duro, and Two foreigners are asking for nothing, not worth mentioning!"

"There are people who have fallen into the tree and dare to kill my Xuesong people. They are simply looking for death!"

The three sneers did not stop, the city of Silo, suddenly fell from the sky and nearly a million Jindan monks!

These monks are divided into four groups, standing on four sides of the banner, respectively, the cedar, stone, Lei, and God!

The three people who are sneer are the three ancestors of the Cedars, each of them is a monk!

They talked about vain and other things in a word, obviously before the thoughts of the bamboo sea, they will find out all the details of the Duro!

They are prepared, this time is to destroy the Duro in one fell swoop!

Even if the soul of the bamboo, the birth of the world is not as good as the reincarnation of the adults, can not stop the determination of the four ethnic groups to destroy the glory!

"Who is killing my child's madman, let me out!" Next to the three cedar ancestors, a middle-aged man in a silver robe yelled.

He is a dynasty monk, the patriarch of the cedar family, named death!

The cedar lord, who was killed by Ning Fan, is his child!

The four major tree families, such as the Cedars, suddenly came, and a total of millions of monks were dispatched.

Among them, 29 people were alone in the refining of the monks!

Seeing 11 people, asking 7 people, rushing 6 people, too virtual 6 people!

All the high-ranking monks of the four races were dispatched to participate in the blood-washing battle of the Ming Dynasty, and the low-ranking monks in the tribe!

The priests such as Qinglan, Guluo, and Solo, and the three hundred and twenty thousand Taro people, looked up at the million monks in the night sky, and they were all angry!

Their rituals to worship their ancestors were ruined by the four monks!

The ashes of the ancestors were scattered by the four races and it was difficult to recover!

Even though we know that the other strong people are gathered, the Tsao people are filled with indignation. Even immediately, there are hundreds of **** Red-colored people, the self-burning demon, the demon, and the sky, and the four monks must die together!

They can endure resentment, bullying, can be laughed at, they don't care.

But their ancestors were bullied, the ashes were broken, how can they endure, how can they endure!

"I am so deceiving too much!"

The cedar patriarch died and sneered in the air, and the toes stepped on the top of the sky. The sky over the night sky suddenly appeared in the void, lifting a finger, hundreds of thousands of Crowd people all over the body bursting, turning into blood and fog!

"District Jindan, Yuan Ying ants, and dare to fight with the patriarch, is simply not self-sufficient! Now the Crowd can let the old man look a little at the eye, only the two questionable monks, you are glimpse The priests of the Qing dynasty, who are imaginary, are only ants in the eyes of their patriarchs!"

"The number of the family is three times long. If the madman who killed my child is no longer present, the head of the family immediately orders the blood to wash the sin!"

"One!"

"two!"

The three deaths have not yet been counted, and there is a sound of a dragon-like sword in the sky!

Seeing the night, a white giant with a white sword on the foot of a young man suddenly appeared on the night sky.

The death has not yet seen the appearance of this young man, and this young man, together with the sword of his sword under his feet, broke down at the same time!

For a moment, the death seems to see the white dress youth's strangely turned into black, and it seems to be an illusion, not seen.

In the next moment, an ink-like sword swept across the night sky, and the four-family million Jindan monks had not yet reacted. They had been killed by swords and killed two or three hundred thousand monks in an instant!

The four ancestors are all too imaginary. There are three in the cedar family, and the other three have one person.

Six people are too sloppy to shoot, and they will sweep the swords of the night sky to avoid the low-level people continue to fall.

The six people endured the wrath of the anger, and had not yet made trouble to the white-shirted youth, but they saw countless broken ink shadows beside the dead body.

The ink shadow is broken and condensed, forming a vast force of strangling, killing the dead and killing in the ink shadow!

Ink shadows are scattered, and Ning Fan, who is in white, holds the dying Yuanshen, and his eyes contain boundless suffocating enthusiasm.

Only one look, even the four ethnic groups are too imaginary, they feel a faint heart!

"The deity is Lubei, you are the patriarch of the cedar family, I am killing you, can you help me!"

Ning Fan said it, the whole silence in the sky suddenly died!

The next moment, a refining monk who had just returned from the North Shuhai suddenly exclaimed!

"He is Lubei! He is the madman of Tenghuang's! He escaped to my Dongshuhai!"