Grasping Evil

The troubles of the world are not simple desires, not simple men and women.

Among them, there are grace, righteousness, demand, admiration, and too much helplessness.

Ning Fan sent everyone out of the back-round bloodline, reaching out and quietly stroking the slumber of the slumber.

Some feelings can't be clarified in life, just as he and Mu Weiliang entangled the two worlds.

Is it simple love? Not...

I can't tell, but I saw that she was in trouble. Ning Fan would rush to the palm of her hand regardless of everything.

In order to wake her up, Ning Fan is willing to blame the soul, self-destruction, and never lose.

So, it is enough.

Mu Wei cool and clear sleep, there is a quiet beauty.

Blowing off the skin, slightly cold.

Ning Fan retracted his palm, and his mouth smirked a smile.

He is laughing!

Lost seven emotions, he is still ridiculous!

Laughter is an expression that has nothing to do with the mood.

If Ning Fan wants to laugh, he can laugh, even if he doesn't feel happy, he is still ridiculous.

It’s like Yun Tian’s decision to lose seven emotions, still lingering in love with Ning Qian, still angered and crowned, roaring and hate.

Heaven can destroy people's feelings, and no one can read them.

Really ruthless, even if the seven emotions are still there, treating the loved ones is cold and bloodless, then, it is truly ruthless.

Ning Fan is not, even if he is self-defeating, he is not a ruthless person.

He was ten fingers, silently urging the front line of the bloodline and closing his eyes.

The bloodline that stretches for thousands of miles, in a flash of light.

The blood mans are blessed on the green scorpion, infiltrating into the micro-cool body, melting the Qibao relic in her body, based on the general soul of Ning Fan, gradually forming a new soul in the Mu Liangliang body.

Mu Weiliang has a soul, her three souls are paper cranes, Mu Xiaoliang, Mu Xiaoyan, her seven sisters are thoughtless.

The three souls are not destroyed, but she reshapes the soul. The two souls coexist, which is not in accordance with the rules of reincarnation.

Therefore, Ning Fan was punished by the reincarnation of Tiandao.

Ning Fan has a feeling that there is something in the body that is being pulled away.

He knows that it is the qualification to re-enter the reincarnation.

From this day on, if he dies, there will be no chance to be born again.

The power of the undead tree is also being taken a little.

The tree was originally borrowed a few undead fruits, only after ten years of interest. All the undead fruits have withered and eventually turned into flying ash.

Ning Fan wants to collect the undead fruit nuclear, afraid that it will be lost.

But his body seal has long been broken, and it is useless to make a fruit core.

The towering golden **** tree is a little bit withered.

The micro-cool in the green barley, the vitality of the body is getting stronger and stronger.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and silently controlled the big battle.

After losing the qualification to re-enter the reincarnation, he has become more aware of the reincarnation.

There are things in the world.

Out of reincarnation. He stood outside the mountain, and it was even more clear to see the mountains.

I don’t know the true face of the mountain, but I am only in this mountain...

"I died in this battle that year, and now I am returning to this place. This is not a kind of reincarnation."

"In the past life, I met Xiaoliang, but I did not protect her. I am here in this life, helping her to be born again... This is not a kind of reincarnation."

"It's just me who lived in the past, or me in this life. One thing has never changed, then it is the obsession in my heart... It seems that the reincarnation can't erase my mind's obsession. It can't do it... maybe, Reincarnation is not the strongest force in the world."

"Reincarnation..."

Ning Fan’s weak reincarnation began to grow at an extremely slow rate.

His mind gradually lost in the back-round bloodline, as if it were integrated with this place.

Among the green scorpions, the memory of Mu Wei's cool silk silk is merged into Ning Fan's knowledge of the sea.

In his ear, the roar of fighting was gradually coming.

In his heart, a scene emerges.

Between vagueness, he seems to see the scene of the demise of ancient heaven.

Over the sky, the Zijin giant door opened, and a blond man stepped out and waved to kill countless immortals.

He is the applause!

He threw a fist-sized eyeball, and the eyeball was the eyes of the Emperor.

He sneered at Mu Weiliang's shot, but he had a butterfly, and he angered and smashed him, which made him extremely shocked.

The butterfly eventually turned into a fly ash.

But the butterfly’s feat of the Emperor of the Immortals has aroused the blood of countless ancient heavenly immortals!

More and more strong people are coming out of the Zijin giant door, all of them are the enemies of the crime, and the heavens are dying!

Please take a treasure in the palm of your hand and seal the ancient gods of all heavenly gods.

Mu Weiliang rushed to the palm of her hand and wanted to avenge the little butterfly, but she was lifted out by the palm of her hand.

An old man, Emperor Xian, enveloped the body of Mu Liang, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Emperor Tiandi, the emperor died, the gods were sealed, and most of the heavens would be as ridiculous as the demon.

But how is it!

Why are you afraid of death?

Why are you afraid of it?

"Tianting all the celestial beings, with the old man killing the enemy outside the domain! Revenge for the emperor!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!!"

Although the butterfly died, it conveyed its obsession to everyone.

A fan is not afraid of death, they are intriguing, and there is fear!

The eyes were cold and cold, and one pointed out, and the days collapsed.

That one finger can be silenced!

With only one finger, there will be several Xiandi-level immortals falling!

However, no one is afraid of the palm of the hand, no one is afraid of the enemy outside the domain!

The old man Xiandi haha ​​laughed, but his eyes were blood red, but he went straight to the palm of his hand and blew himself up!

The palm of the hand snorted and seemed to have suffered some injuries. There were a lot of extraterrestrial strongmen who were killed by self-destruction.

More immortal eyes and blood red, began to kill the enemy outside the field in a life-saving manner.

Most of the people who cultivated the Tao are desperate, but at this moment, why are they afraid of death!

A giant Xiandi burns the gods, and the fists with the power of the sky, hit the palm of the hand.

Numerous mountains and rivers are shattered, and in the face of such a powerful fist, the palm of the hand is just a finger lift, and the giant Xiandi body is pressed into a fly ash.

The flesh is destroyed, but the **** of the Emperor Xiandi laughs and rushes to the palm!

"People outside the domain, go back!"

boom!

The gods blew themselves, and the applause was slightly hurt again.

Another fairy who was riding a yellow cow looked at the sky and laughed. Rushing to the palm of your hand.

Among the laughter, there is a boldness that can’t be said, and there is no fear of the world!

"Rheum, you die first, the old man is close behind!"

Under the command of the Emperor, the oxen underneath immediately turned to the palm of his hand!

The strength of the ox is comparable to that of the Emperor, with a pair of horns on the head, which is even sharp enough to penetrate the defense of most Xiandi!

"The animals are looking for death!"

The palm of the hand snorted and lifted the finger to destroy the ox.

The ox is dead. But a pair of golden horns on his head, but not in the palm of his hand, but the momentum is not reduced, pierced into the palm of the field.

puff!

Since the beginning of the door, I have coughed up blood for the first time!

The emperor showed the color of sorrow, and the sorrow was due to the death of the ox.

Once, he was a shepherd boy riding a yellow cow. Walking in the woods, I met the immortal teacher and stepped into the fairy path...

The cow accompanied him for a lifetime, now. Already dead...

"The rhubarb is in a hurry, the old man is looking for you! Haha!"

The old man suddenly disarmed the flesh, and turned into an inexhaustible sword mang, and he rushed to the palm of his hand.

The palm of your eyes is cold. Most of the swordsmanships were lifted under the fingertips, but they were still injured by a small number of swordsmen.

When the scallops of the oxen dragged their palms, thousands of immortals rushed to the Zijin giant gate!

There are no extra words. There is no hesitation for a moment, and some are just looking back!

boom! boom! boom!

The ancient celestial gods of the former servants, with their flesh and blood, hit the Zijin giant door!

They are going to ruin the Tianmen!

The Zijin giant door gradually became cracked, gradually becoming illusory, and gradually began to close.

The palm of your eyes is cold and cold, this door has been destroyed!

The extra-domain channel that was opened easily is ruined like this!

Millions of years of planning, destroyed once!

"The palm of your hand is great, withdraw it!"

Although the extraterritorial passages were destroyed, they have destroyed the three demons and deprived them of their blood. They have already won a big victory. There is no need to continue to lose strength.

"Want to go! Is this the Emperor?"

A majestic middle-aged man, stepping on a million black stars, step by step!

He was dressed in a black robes, and his eyes were smashed out, and he was not bleeding.

He looked at the battlefield here and looked at the heavenly immortals who had almost died in battle.

"Let's die together!"

boom!

At this moment, the Emperor of Heaven blew himself up, and the rest of the heavenly immortals, all blew themselves!

The power of self-destruction of horror is swept up, and countless extraterritorial enemies have fallen...

The palm of the hand suddenly coughed up blood, he couldn't believe it, and the Emperor, who had been killed by himself, still had a sigh of relief!

Give him a fatal blow at the crucial moment!

Numerous black star forces did not enter the palm of the hand, the palm of the hand was heavy, a bite, in the moment before the purple gold giant door collapsed completely, fled back to the domain.

The remaining enemy outside the domain, all dead...

...

Ning Fan opened his eyes and felt a little more reincarnation in the body, silent.

He got a cool memory, which is to say, Xiaoliang lost the memory of the past...

If she wakes up, she will not remember the destruction of heaven, is it...

"That's good, that memory is only sad for her, it is better to forget. Just can't think of it, on the eve of the demise of heaven, there has been such a fierce battle..."

"The road to repairing the road is to be reluctant, but many times, it has to be put out of life."

Ning Fan couldn’t help but change, and the dead tree was almost completely withered, almost a dead wood without spirit.

The soul of Mu Weiliang has been almost completely completed. She is a real living person right away.

Her steady breathing sounds into Ning Fan's ear, making Ning Fan's mind more and more quiet.

She smiled a little at the corner of her mouth, wondering what good things were dreaming in her sleep.

"Little butterfly... don't run, wait for me..." She gently nightmare, and said something, let Ning Fan laugh.

It turned out that she dreamed of him.

After a little while, she will wake up...

Suddenly, countless passes of light illuminate in the sky.

Countless burial fairy people appear around the undead tree!

Thoughtless and other people all came to Ning Fan, and each dignified looked at the sky.

"Ning Fan, the situation is not good. Has she been resurrected? If it has been completely resurrected, we will retreat, it is not appropriate to confront these people..." The innocence is dignified.

The fool can also see. These burial immortals are not good.

In just ten times, the nine ancestors and eighteen kings all came!

A steady stream of burial immortals have come to this place, hundreds of people have broken! One by one murderous!

"It's still a little while before it can be completely resurrected." Ning Fan clenched his fist.

"Damn!" Thinking of no evil, the eyebrows are close, and whispered.

In order to break the seal, her mana is almost empty. The deity has been robbed, and at this moment, the avatar has been in a state of collapse, and there is no further effort.

Even if you don't get involved, you can't rely on a scattered fairy to fight against the entire funeral.

Lu Xiu and others were all weak because of the break.

It takes a lot of magic to dissipate magic. Before such a big battle, it would be useless to use the demons again.

"The dead tree is ruined! The dead tree is really ruined! Haha, haha!" The eighteenth ancestors of the nine ancestors looked at the dead tree that had withered, all eyes with tears and laughed.

Then, everyone's killing will all lock up Ning Fan!

It is this outsider who kills and kills the immortals all the way!

It is this outsider who ruined the undead tree!

During the anger, the second ancestor suddenly saw the demon. A slight glimpse, but it is disdain.

Seeing the Mingque again, and then seeing the micro-cool in the green, he showed a look of overjoyed!

The devil is also a demon. But there are two kinds of Dan magic, one is Dan body, the other is magic body.

He is the devil, and there is no Danli. Can't help the ancestor to resurrect.

Mingque is a Dan magic, is a body, a very high quality Dan magic!

Mu Weiliang absorbed all the power of the undead tree. For a moment and a half, it has not been completely refining!

If you take Mu Wei's cool catch and sacrifice it to the first ancestor, the power of immortality will be conveyed to the first ancestor!

If you catch the bird, sacrifice it to the first ancestor, the ancestor Dan magic body will be completely repaired!

"Don't despair, you don't die, but the woman in the little Dan and the green is useful to the ancestors!"

"Take these two girls, the rest, kill them all!"

Under the order of the eighteen ancestors of the nine ancestors, the tidal waters of the burial immortals are generally rushing toward the undead tree!

"Sisi, Mingque, you are here to protect the green! Big head, you guys are also left under the dead tree, guarding the green!"

"Funny fairy, I am dealing with one person!"

Ning Fan stepped on the sky and stared at the mighty tides.

The array method is coming to an end and it can run on its own. He can fight!

Devils and other people, only need to protect the micro-cool is enough!

Before the resurrection of Mu Weiliang, anyone would want to fly to the endless tree!

Turning black clothes, pumping the earth's empty soul, Ning Fan's eyes in the eyes of the magic, and pointing to the sky, eight thousand eight hundred black stars suddenly emerged under the blue sky!

In this life, he will never let Mu Wei cool to die for the second time!

Within ten miles of the dead tree, it is his inviolable forbidden land!

"The technique of the black star! The technique of the black star of the Emperor! And there are so many life stars!" Jiuzu eighteen kings were shocked.

In the next moment, Ning Fan grabbed a handful, endless black starlight, condensed into a bow of stars!

The demon of the ancestors turned into a strange pattern, engraved on the star bow!

This is the secret of the six-wing ancestor - the bow of Yuchen!

Ning Fan does not say anything, bends a bow, shoots at the funeral group!

The power of this arrow seems to spur the 8800 stars!

In the moment that this arrow is shot, all the territories of the thirty-third layer of heaven are bathed by black stars, and they are in a fierce tremor!

Numerous dead bones that have been dead for many years, when they feel this black star power, they are crying and weird.

This is the technique of the Emperor! It was once the glory of countless heavenly ancient fairy!

The bow string 铮铮 铮铮 long, the arrow is out, no return!

The crazy black star arrow light, with the obsession of Ning Fan two, turned into tens of millions of black arrow rain, raining in general, will countless gods, refining the ruin of the funeral people one by one Shoot!

Repaired as a monk below the broken three heavens, directly hit by the arrow rain!

Even if it was a broken eight monk, it was slightly shaken by this arrow, and it was impossible to get close to the undead tree!

Ning Fan bent the bow and took the second arrow and shot at a broken eight monk.

At the moment of shooting this arrow, Ning Fan bends the ball and shoots fifteen arrows, and shoots the arrow of the stars for the other fifteen broken eight monks!

His mana has already been used up, and this arrow is almost all of Star Power.

Starpower has been so strong, it’s a breeze to kill eight, it’s easy!

A yellow-faced old man with a broken eight repaired disdainfully looked at the arrow light in front of him, raised his finger and pressed it, sneer, "bending the arrow..."

His voice has not fallen, he has been pierced through the heavens, and the black star power is vandalized in his body, destroying his gods instantly!

In the end, this broken eight old monsters burst into blood and died!

The broken eight monks were shot by Ning Fan!

The remaining broken eight monks were shocked and realized that this arrow was so powerful that no one would dare to take the flesh and the arrow!

Golden Shield, Magic Symbol, Bao Jia... A piece of defense magical power, magic weapon is displayed by the remaining fifteen broken eight old monsters.

laugh! laugh! laugh!

One piece of defensive magic weapon was pierced, the formation was broken, and the magical power was annihilated.

One by one, the eight monks were pierced by the arrow of the stars, wearing hatred and falling, and bursting into a **** fog!

The 16 remaining ruins of the burial immortals, only one face will be killed by Ning Fan!

The 325 burial immortals who have not yet fallen, and more than 40,000 refining imaginary, all eyes have changed dramatically!

The Eighteenth Emperor of the Eighteenth Emperor is also a dramatic change. They ask themselves that it is impossible for one person to kill 16 broken eight monks by one person!

Ning Fan shot and killed 16 broken eight monks in succession, which is his limit.

But in his eyes, the magic thoughts are getting deeper and deeper, and the sky is shouting!

He has a pair of magic horns on his head, and he has eight wings behind him.

"The ancient demon!" All the nine kings of the nine ancestors were shocked.

"The technique of killing!"

Ning Fan swallowed the blood of the fallen man and turned it into his own essence. Then, he pulled the bow of the 诛辰 again with the essence, and aimed at the broken seven monks of the burial fairy!

One look, stunned, and sorrowful!

To Shang Ning's fierce eyes at this moment, more than 40,000 buried funeral strong men all madly retreat, dare not fight against it!

This star arrow is too powerful, they can resist it!

There are only nine kings and eighteen kings in this place, but they can compete with Ning Fan!

The sixteen kings sneered, "How about the ancient demon! Your archery power is not weak, you can kill the broken eight, scare off my juniors, but I can't scare me to wait for the fairy! Fairy, big and dry!"

This person pointed out that the Ning Fan was immediately caged by the dark yellow finger, and the body was in danger of collapsing.

One bite the teeth, but the star bow is aimed at the sixteen kings, forcing an arrow.

In the next moment, Ning Fan's body was silent, bursting into ink, and then re-condensing, but it was the pale face of the face, seemingly hit by the sixteen kings.

The sixteen kings raised their hands to the star arrow, only a few hundred steps back from the arrow, the blood surged, but not injured.

High judgment!

"You are not weak, but not the opponent of the king! You can die!"

The sixteenth king raised his hand, and it was a big dry glory pointing out. Ning Fan clenched his fist and his eyes were already crazy!

Not an opponent, he is still not an opponent of the fairy, but how is this!

As soon as the starlight turned, his injury healed instantly!

A broken bow, waved, Xia Huangjian is already in hand!

His whole body suddenly burst into the sky, and the sword refers to the sixteen kings!

"Army..."

The faint word is pronounced, but it gives the sixteen kings a sense of death!

The other 26 ancestors, all look very stunned, shouted, "16 kings, retreat, this sword can not be defeated!"

Ning Fan is crazy, if not crazy, how can it be called magic!

In his previous life, he was only a fan, and he was not afraid of the Emperor.

In this life, he is not afraid of the nine ancestors and eighteen kings, not enough to bury the fairy!

Under the dead tree, the battle is now!

With my thoughts, change your life!

"kill!"

He screamed at the sky, forgot everything, just remembered a little.

Here is his battlefield, he will not give in half a step, no matter what the price! (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!