Grasping Evil

Yunhaiyu, a golden Jianguang is idling at the speed of the celestial sensation, all the way to the nearest Tianmen gallop.

According to the bald man, it takes half a month to get to Tianmen by Ning Fan.

However, if it is turned into a sneak peek, it can take up to seven days, and he can come to Tianmen.

It has been three days since the killing of the bald man.

Along the way, when the burial immortals found out that Ning Fan’s whereabouts, they immediately signaled, and did not say anything to attack Ning Fan.

In the past three days, there have been thousands of strong people who have been killed and killed by Ning Fan, and each is a strong person above the god.

The broken imaginary also killed three people. These three shards are not high, just one or two heavens.

"Cake brother, there are still many places in the first heaven, there are treasures, don't look for it..." Mingque is a little annoyed.

"If you are on the way, you will take it. If you don't follow the way, you will give up." Ning Fan shook his head.

He learned from the memory of the burial immortals that not only the first heaven, but also all the funeral people in the first twenty-seven days have been dispatched.

These burial immortals were ordered, but when they met foreign monks, they were all killed.

The nineteen ancestors of the nine ancestors seemed to be unable to leave, and did not come out to chase Ning Fan.

This is so, the funeral can not be underestimated...

It is said that in the burial immortals, there are also some corpses that have been repaired by the immortals, all of which are the corpses of ancient immortals...

Under this circumstance, Ning Fan naturally did not have the mood to hunt for treasure. He only wanted to kill thirty-three days at an early date.

The more the burial of the immortals, the stronger the corpse in Ningfan’s body.

These corpses are integrated into Ning Fan's body, prompting Ning Fan's body to move slowly toward the third corpse...

Suddenly, the ancient sword was shattered by a pointed man, and stopped at the sky.

In front of the ancient sword. A red robe big man with a sly smile, behind him with dozens of burial immortals transforming the emptiness, stopped Ning Fan to go.

"Oh, this seat is really good luck. I actually met two foreign monks. One broken one and one broken six. Well? The one who broke the six seems to be a rain monk."

This red robe is not like a burial fairy, and there is a seemingly inexhaustible flow of fire in the body.

He is the true son of Yan, who was a fire monk 60,000 years ago.

That year, he used the broken one to find the opportunity to enter the ancient heaven. Unfortunately, the funeral of the immortals was shackled, the ban was imposed, and the income group was a slave.

There are many opportunities in the ancient heavens. Although he is a slave, his cultivation has been improved all the way, and 60,000 years have passed. Already a broken seven monk.

It seems that in order to win over Yan Zhenzi, the nine ancestors of the Eighteenth Emperor erased the ban on Yan Zhenzi, restored his freedom, and let him serve as a guest elder and continue to work for the funeral.

It’s not a minority of the nine realms that are like the slaves of the immortal.

Yan Zhenzi sneered at Ning Fan.

In his cognition, the rain world has always been the weakest in the nine worlds. Although Ning Fan is a broken six, it seems that it will not take long to break through.

As for the broken bird that was repaired, it was not put into the eyes at all.

"Hey, this little girl is good, the Yuan Yin is full, can be collected as a stove. Kid, give this woman to this seat, this seat can leave you a whole body!"

Yan Zhenzi sneered and did not rest, suddenly suddenly revealed.

However, seeing Ning Fan has no plans to talk nonsense with him. Directly exerted the avatar enchantment, in a flash will be upgraded to the broken seven peaks.

Lifting a finger, an incomparably huge golden vortex appears at the feet of everyone like Yan Zhenzi.

The dozens of burial and immortal powerhouses were instantly inhaled into the hollow of the sky, making a scream of screaming. Turn into blood.

Yan Zhenzi is stuck in a golden vortex, his body can't sink, and he can't get rid of Xuankong!

A general idea, actually directly to be killed by Ning Fan!

Then, in the eyes of Shang Ningfan, Yan Zhenzi feels that his knees are soft...

Ning Fan's suffocating spirit is too strong, how many shreds can be killed, can have such a powerful suffocation!

"He...hes he really is a rain monk! I can't think of the rainy world now!"

"Hateful! I am not easy to repair to the broken seven realm, how can I die here, I am not willing!"

Between life and death, Yan Zhenzi’s face was pale, and he bit his teeth and shouted. “If you are willing to leave your heart, I would like to let the Taoist friends plant a ban, and the Taoist friends will be the main!”

"Oh? Do you want to be my main?" Ning Fan's eyes flashed.

He will have to fly up one day. If he rises, the strength of the rain industry will be greatly reduced.

If you can surrender some of the funeral and powerful people, bring back to the rain, but it can increase the strength of the rain...

In my heart, Ning Fan pointed to a little slowness, and God sneaked into the tide, and did not enter the real world.

This is naturally to ban the Yanzheng.

Yan Zhenzi did not dare to have any resistance. At this moment, he only wanted to live, even if he was a slave, he also recognized it.

If he is really half-hearted, he will not be a slave to the funeral.

After reading the ban, Ning Fan removed the Xuankong technique and set foot on the tip of the sword. He was cold and cold on Yan Zhenzi. "Go up, stand behind, don't get in the way!"

"Yes."

Yan Zhenzi sighed and jumped on the tip of the sword, standing at the hilt, and did not dare to look at Ning Fan.

As for the idea of ​​collecting the bird to make it, he didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Ning Fan threw out a lot of fairy jade, re-ignited the ancient sword gallop, and asked Yan Zhenzi coldly, "You were originally a fire monk?"

"Yes."

"How many more are you like the nine monks who died in the funeral of the immortals?"

"There are still 29 people, all of whom are broken and ruined. A total of 22 people under the broken five have not been revoked. Only those who have broken the top five will be given a high look and withdraw their ban."

"Is it..."

Ning Fan’s eyes flashed, and the banned ban was not in his concession.

In addition to Yan Zhenzi, there are six Jiujie monks above the broken five, who can conquer.

Ning Fan thinks again that it is not necessarily only the nine-term monks who can accept the service. If you encounter the burial of the immortals on the broken five, it is possible to accept the service!

If you don't drop, kill it!

"Does the master want to enter the second heaven from Tianmen on the 2nd?" Yan Zhenzi bite his teeth and asks respectfully.

"Yes."

From the memory of the bald man, Ning Fan has learned that the Tianmen of each layer of heaven is serialized by the funeral.

"No. It is recommended that the owner take the No. 1 Tianmen. Although the Tianmen is farther away from the 1st, it is safer. The guardian of the Tianmen on the 2nd is a burial fairy of the Seven Peaks. This person is proficient in the Five Elements. Very powerful." Yan Zhenzi suggested.

Now Yan Zhenzi was banned by Ning Fan, and Ning Fan died. He will die together. He and Ning Fan are the grasshoppers on a rope, and they are all glory.

In his view, although Ning Fan is powerful, he may not be able to win the old blame of the seven peaks.

Even if you can win, you will probably not be hurt. It’s really worth the loss.

Now the entire funeral genius is chasing the foreign monks. If Ningfan is injured, it is naturally more dangerous.

"You don't have to go around the road, go to Gate 2! You don't have to say anything, if you want to be a strong enemy, how are you?"

"The subordinates are the main players to kill the strong enemy..." Yan Zhenzi sighed.

"As long as you know!"

Ning Fan took a cold look at Yan Zhenzi. No more words, urging the golden ancient sword to gallop all the way.

Four days later, a huge Tianmen, which is comparable to the sky, appears on the sea of ​​clouds!

Tianmen is black, very old, but extremely strong, if the funeral does not open the door. It is the fate of the gods.

Outside the Tianmen, there are hundreds of burial elites who are guarded by the gods.

There are five people in the shredded monk, two broken three, one broken four, one broken five.

The last person has the repair of the broken seven peaks. Although the body is thin, the whole body is shining with the light of the five elements.

This person is called Lu Xiu, and he is also ranked as the number one in the funeral fairy.

He squatted to the ground, with a five-color short brother beside him.

When the golden sword light that Ning Fan is driving is coming. All the funeral people in this place are all in the sky, "outside monks, kill!"

Lu Xiu suddenly grabbed the short brother, slammed up and gave a five-color short brother. Sneer.

"External monks, die!"

The five-color short-distance glimpse of the sky, the differentiation into five different colors of the knife mans, Chao Ningfan headed.

Ning Fan accepted the ancient sword and light, has not yet shot, Yan Zhenzi has vacated, and went to the five-color knife.

He is already a slave to Ning Fan, and naturally needs to be loyal to his watch.

Ning Fan’s slightly threatening question is still echoing in his ear. In the face of a strong enemy, he must go all out to fight for Ning Fan...

"Virtual, ten-party Suzaku!"

Yan Zhenzi stepped on the air and stood ten fingers, and the body flew out of countless fires, turning into a huge picture of the Suzaku.

These snails were condensed by flames. Once they were formed, they immediately slammed into the five-colored knives and tried to burn them.

Lu Xiu’s eyes were angry. At this moment, he could not see that Yan Zhenzi had rebelled and buried the immortals and became the slave of Ning Fan.

The five lines of light entangled between the fingers, and the five-color knives immediately turned into giants, swept the eight sides, and easily annihilated a scorpion ghost.

Lu Xiu took another finger, and the five-color knives were smashed to Yan Zhenzi.

Yan Zhenzi gritted his teeth, his stomach bulged slightly, and his mouth spewed out the fire of the gods.

His face is pale and pale, and it is obvious that this type of magical power is not small.

Under the burning of the fire of the gods, the golden knives of the five-colored knives were burned.

But the rest of the four-color knives are not afraid of the fire of the real **** of the real son, crossing the heavy wall, and instantly squatting on the chest of Yan Zhenzi.

Yan Zhenzi’s eyes were afraid, and he was about to be killed by the knife. At this time, a golden vortex was born and he was saved.

In the next moment, a golden vortex appeared in the air above the ancient sword, and Yan Zhenzi stumbled on the ancient sword, and escaped.

"Thank you for your master's rescue..." Yan Zhenzi reveals a complex color.

"Fire is not what you do."

Ning Fan did not display the incarnation of the spirits, only by the six repairs, stepping on the sky, every step is life and death, every step is life and death!

"Life and death are accompanied by! The master's life and death insights are so high!" Yan Zhenzi was shocked.

"Oh? What about life and death? If you kill you, you will be refining them into Dan, and I wonder if you can improve the old man's life and death."

Lu Xiu dismissed a slap in the face, and the gold knives that had been burned were once again in the sky.

Raise your hand to Ning Fan, and the five-color knives are pleasing to Ning Fan.

"The master can not be underestimated, this knife is very powerful!" Yan Zhenzi is somewhat worried, he knows that Ning Fan's combat power is fully open, can be upgraded to the peak of the seven peaks.

But at this moment, Ning Fan did not fully fight. Just looking at the five-color knives as a slashing slash, it seems to be a very big act.

"Is it a light enemy?"

Ning Fan looked at the golden knife of the oncoming face, raised his hand and grabbed it, only scratched it, and caught the golden knife in his life!

Grab it again. Grab the knife of fire. Grab again, grab the knife of the water.

The remaining wooden knives were also easily crushed by Ning Fan.

The five knives were broken, and the short Ge Fabao appeared in the original shape, which was easily taken in the hands of Ning Fan.

The palm of the hand is only a touch, and the power of the five elements in the short brother is completely destroyed. This Baowei can be mourned!

"How is it possible! He is not a refining body of Nirvana's seven heavens, why dare to grab five lines of knife with his hands!" Lu Xiu's eyes were shocked.

Why?

Because Ning Fan is a small five-line body, and the small five-line body has been completed!

Below the life of the fairy, who can hurt Ning Fan with the five elements of the surgery!

"The monk here, if it is my slave, I can't die!"

Ning Fan raised his hand. A force of five elements emerged from his body and immediately opened a huge small five-line enchantment around Tianmen.

This is a supernatural power after the completion of the small five elements.

In this small five-line enchantment, in addition to being a monk who is higher than Ningfan's several realms, no one can display five magic lines!

Lu Xiu was studying the five elements of his life all his life. Most of his supernatural powers are in the Five Elements.

In the middle of the small five-line enchantment, Lu Xiu was almost completely sealed. Unable to display.

Five elements of spiritual costume, five elements of magic, five lines of secret surgery... can not be displayed!

He cultivated a total of five gods, and each of the five gods took a line. When the gods were one, they had the repair of the seven peaks.

At this moment, he was in the middle of the small five-line enchantment. His repairs were sealed a little bit and continued to fall.

Broken six, broken five, broken four... has been falling to the realm of broken and heavy heaven!

"Small five-line body! A perfect small five-line body!" At this moment, Lu Xiu was afraid.

With the repair of broken and heavy heavens, and the ordinary supernatural powers that are not good at it, there is no possibility of defeating Ning Fan, only one death!

He refined the five elements. For the same-level monks who are partial to the line, they are almost stable and win, but in the case of Ning Fan, who has done the best of the five elements, there is no chance of winning!

Is it a slave, or is it dead...

Lu Xiu was hesitating, but Ning Fan did not give him too much time to consider. Has been directly directed.

On the top of the sea of ​​clouds, there are countless golden vortexes, and one of the burial immortals, whoever is inhaled into the whirlpool, is killed in an instant!

Without a commandment, Ning Fan deliberately tried to temporarily trap these people with swirling air and tried to defeat Lu Xiu’s psychological defense.

"Long Lu, I am waiting for the funeral people to give slaves to slaves outside the district. Even if they are dead, they can't fall!" A broken old man screamed.

His words have just been finished, have been sucked into the golden vortex, and instantly killed.

Lu Xiu’s body shook, showing the color of horror. If he didn’t drop, was this person his end?

"Lu Chang, the seven kings are as heavy as I am, I will wait until I die, and I will not betray the funeral, is it!" A broken four old man laughed.

In the next moment, he was sucked into the golden vortex and fell...

Lu Xiu's face was pale, and his psychological defense was a little bit defeated.

The screams of the burial of the Xian people did not arouse his blood, but it aroused his timidity.

He is afraid...

"I am going down! Please ask the host to plant a ban on me. From this day on, my Lu Xiu is no longer a funeral, but a slave to the master!" Lu Xiu bit his teeth.

"well."

Ning Fan dispelled the thoughts of the gods, and read the ban under Lu Xiu’s knowledge of the sea, and controlled his life and death in his hands.

Then Lu Xiu was cold and cold, "The enemy is here, killing you by one person."

Lu Xiu's face is white, biting his teeth, "Yes!"

Ning Fan removed the fascination of the small five elements, and Lu Xiu’s repairs all the way back to the broken seven peaks.

He witnessed the fierceness, a glimpse of his heart, and the five-colored awns in his eyes, and the monks were wiped out of the ground.

The storage bag and the fruit were all collected and handed over to Ning Fan.

There are countless storage bags and fruit in the swirling sky of Ning Fan, but there is no need to rush to collect it.

"Second person."

Ning Fan muttered to himself, squatting on the sleeves, and smelting the blood of the corpses of the earth into a **** bead, which was sent to the Ding furnace and sent to the hustle and bustle.

After receiving the ancient sword of Ning, Ning Fan and Minque went side by side to Tianmen, followed by Yan Zhenzi and Lu Xiu.

Yan Zhenzi and Lu Xiu look at each other. The moment before, the two are still fighting for life and death. At this moment, they are the servants of Ning Fan...

Life is really embarrassing...

Ning Fan’s eyes fell on the black Tianmen. I feel that this door gives him a strange feeling, but he can't say why.

He pressed his hand on the Tianmen and pushed it. He found that he could not push Tianmen by his own strength.

But there is a virtual heaven. It seems that it is easy to pass this door...

"The opening of the No. 2 Tianmen is in the hands of the subordinates. This is the case for the main person to open the gate."

Lu Xiu took out a battle from his sleeve and was about to push it, but it was blocked by Mingque.

"And slow! There is a baby in this door! The brother of the cake, you take a closer look, there is really a baby in this door!"

Mingque recovered the pink fist. A fist punched on the Tianmen, naturally it is impossible to smash the Tianmen.

She showed an annoyed look and sighed, "I can't take this baby, it's useless to me... forget it, don't."

"Hey... what kind of baby can you have in Tianmen?" Lu Xiu and Yan Zhenzi showed their gloom.

Ning Fan is a condensed eyebrow. Once again, press the palm of your hand on the Tianmen, close your eyes and feel it.

Before that, he felt that this Tianmen gave him a strange feeling. Now he has to remind him that he naturally has to investigate and investigate.

Time passed by, and Ning Fan never opened his eyes, but his expression became more and more dignified.

After a long time. He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed it. Xia Huangjian was in his hand, showing a sword-like style, and a sword stood on Tianmen.

This sword is very powerful, enough to kill the five monks in an instant, that is, the broken six can also be hit hard.

But this sword, but only a few cracks on the top of the sky.

Above the crack, suddenly flashed a trace of black star.

The next moment, the crack disappears...

"Does the owner want to smash the Tianmen? It must be known that even the immortal can not smash the Tianmen..."

Yan Zhenzi and Lu Xiu shook his head gently. The next moment, the two eyes are shocked!

However, seeing Ning Fan’s palm suddenly flashed black star power and caught it at Tianmen.

At the same time, there were countless star marks on the top of the sky.

Then there was a black star stone. Fly out from the sky gate!

In the next moment, even Tianmen, who could not be smashed by the immortal, collapsed!

"Crushed... Broken! The master has shattered the Tianmen, this, this..." Yan Zhenzi and Lu Xiu were shocked to the point where they could not be added.

Even if the nine ancestors and eighteen kings abandoned it, they would not break a heavenly gate.

Isn’t the strength of Ning Fan alone above the 18th King of Jiuzu?

"Wow! You are still awesome!"

Mingque looked at the black star stone in the hands of Ning Fan, with small stars shining in his eyes.

She can see that this black star stone is a treasure, but it seems to be useless to her, it is a pity...

"I can't think of the black star power left by the Emperor..."

Ning Fan felt the majestic star power in the palm of the palm, and his eyes were shocked.

If you refine a black star stone, his life star can be at least fifteen at least!

This black star stone is the condensation of the Emperor of Heaven.

When the heavens still exist, the Emperor of Heaven will use the stars to force the Tianmen. Even if the Tianmen is attacked, they can heal themselves.

When the heavens are destroyed, this door still exists, but no one can take out the star power.

Even if you smash this door, you can't take it. Only those who have a black star can get the star power.

In this day and age, under the celestial world, only the Ning Fan!

Ning Fan has a slight calculation. In the first layer of heaven, there are two Tianmen, two on the second floor and three on the third floor.

Based on this calculation, there are 560 Tianmen from the first day to the 32nd day.

If there is a black star in every Tianmen...

560 black stars, a total of 8400 life stars can be repaired!

Ning Fan currently has a total of 212 life black stars, if you can get all the stars in this place, all refining...

Hundreds of life-threatening black star guards can be sneaked into the siege.

Thousands of life-threatening black star guards can be broken and besieged.

Ten thousand natal black star guards can be attacked by ordinary immortals.

8612 black star of life, almost enough to be attacked by the immortality and not die!

"Cake brother, are we going to the second layer of heaven?"

"No, let's go to Gate 1 of the first heaven! Although it will take some time, if you can get enough black stones, the difficulty of killing thirty-three days will be greatly reduced!"