Grasping Evil

Out of the chaos of heaven and earth, this year’s swordsman trial is afraid that it will not continue.

On the top of the wilderness, in a palace, Ning Fan talked with Ling Huang for a long time before he left.

He used Tianjiang as a dowry and sent it to Linghuang.

He temporarily borrowed the virtual hall to use the Lingdian to integrate the remnants of Tianjiang.

Out of the palace, the snow is deep and the night is dark.

Under a white plum tree, a quiet woman stood quietly, waiting for Ning Fan to leave the palace. It was a small solitary.

"What did the father say to you?"

"He talked with me about completely obeying Tianjiang, and then told me a lot about things related to you. Your preferences, your personality, yours..."

"Hey, what do the fathers tell you!" Xiao Du Gu snorted softly, but he was happy.

"Listen to your father, you are very disgusted with killing..." Ning Fan looked at Xiao Duo with interest.

In his cognition, the small solitary is not a simple person, his mind is quite high, his combat power is outstanding, his swordsmanship is amazing, and his love is clear.

She is not a paper crane. She is not a naive woman. She is also very disgusted with killing. It is very interesting.

"Well, every time I see killing, it will be very uncomfortable, my heart will hurt." The little one is alone, as if to say something inadvertently.

"Is my heart hurt? Would you like me to help you?"

Ning Fan looked at the "shu xiong" who was so proud and proud of himself. He lifted his body and stretched over it. He tried to help the small solitary to check the position of his heart.

Xiao Du Gu didn't have a good look at Ning Fan, he said, "Go to you, Ning Xiaomo! Want to take advantage of me, can you find a better reason! I am not sick. No injury, rest assured... It’s just that there is a power in the heart, it doesn’t like killing, it will protect me...”

Ning Fan Mei Yu slightly concealed, could not help but think of the scene of the day.

When the vain son's black crow's technique is dead. Even Ling Huang and others are hard to counter the dead air, but the small solitary is unscathed under the attack of death.

Is the magical power she said protecting her?

"I just wanted to tease you. Now I really want to help you check your body." Ning Fan took a step forward, grabbed the soft waist of Xiao Du Gu, and the other palm stroked her belly. Move up...

"No... shameless!"

The little solitary is so tight. The dirty side of the face is full of blush, pushing Ning Fan, and avoiding the wolf.

"Your Master is waiting for you, go ahead...I am really okay, believe me."

In the night, the secluded voice came from the solitary. Oh, it’s nice.

"Is it really okay...so I will believe you."

Ning Fan's brow slightly stretched out, and the gods wandered outside, closed his eyes, and a very wretched and shameless old man appeared in his mind.

Yes, the little solitary is right, it is time to find a teacher. Completed the promise of the year.

There was no small solitary presence, and Ning Fan’s expressions all disappeared, and his expression was cold and ruthless.

At this moment, he did not have any disguise, just a person who lost his love.

He said that even if he lost seven emotions, he is not a ruthless person.

It is bullying, it is jealousy, and he will also show a smile to the loved one.

The figure is swaying and smashing time. Ning Fan disappeared into the night.

All the way to the north, there is a snow and ice sword city.

There are a lot of monks in the city, all of them are Ling Dianjian, who seem to be a small one.

It seems that the little solitary really has to abide by the agreement of the year and help him to help the old devil.

Although the old magic mountain people have their own tricks. I got a Xiahuang as a bodyguard... This point, Ning Fan did not know it until the Xia Emperor sent a letter.

Heavy snow pressure window, in the cold room, the old devil is sitting on the couch, Xia Huang is not.

There was a chessboard on the couch, and an oil lamp was lit on the side, while the old magic hand smashed the chess piece and played chess with himself.

In the cold room, suddenly the breeze floated and a white youth appeared.

The old devil pretend to be unpredictable. "You are here, you have come, you haven't seen it for many years. It's been broken and repaired. It's good, it's good. It's a painful cultivation for the teacher."

Ning Fan looked at the old devil who was doing this, first, and then speechless.

The old devil, which one is playing, imitating the master of other people's home, pretending to be a senior, playing deep and serious?

It seems that from the day when Ning Fan knew the old demon, the old devil did not pass.

"Apprentices, what are you doing? Come and accompany the teacher to play a game. For the teacher to stay in the mountains, indifferent to fame and fortune, away from the rivers and lakes. Windy night, under the blue light, you can get a good night It’s a happy thing to be a good match!”

The old devil looks like this, so that Ning Fan can not spit.

Ning Fan did not say much, sitting on the couch, sitting opposite the old devil across the board.

The old devil scalp suddenly has some itching, trying to scratch, but afraid of the bad style of his predecessors, and willing to resist.

With a sleek look, the black and white pieces are all back in the chess pot.

Then the old devil squinted and said to Ning Fan, "You hold the white."

The ancients, Bai Zi first went, the old devils did this, and they wanted to let Ning Fan.

After all, I am a master, and there are people who are cheap.

"That's the case, you are welcome."

Ning Fan smiled, he was really welcome.

He held the white, and the tenth innings with the old devil, the nine innings were all killed by the old devil.

With the chess and mind of Ning Fan, even if it is played against the Emperor of Heaven, it is also a score of five or five.

What about the old devil? It is completely abused.

The tenth game is coming to an end, and the old devil has already lost his heart.

The old devil is angry, he can no longer play the seniors!

"His grandmother! Lao Tzu is your master, you let me win two sets will die!"

Snapped!

In the tenth set, the old devil decided to smash the table.

"This is a draw!" He smiled extremely slyly.

Ning Fan laughs and doesn't speak. He doesn't even kill the old devil. The old devil is afraid to continue to pretend. The old demon of Wen Hao makes him goose bumps, or it is so good.

"When you see the Master, you don't see it for a hundred years. The look of the Master seems to be good."

Ning Fan looked at the old devil carefully.

Today's old demon repair has been restored to the ruin of the peak, do not have to ask, this is definitely Wei Xuan and others are helping.

As for the magic poison in the old devil. Also already removed...

Think about it too, the old devil is surrounded by the Xia Huang, what poison is difficult to pour him.

The poison of the yin, he just didn't want to remove it, but he was disheartened. Just want to live this life in the country...

Until the old demon met Ning Fan, met another yin and yang magic pulse, and saw the hope of the resurrection of his wife!

So, he wants to fight again, just to wake up the ones you love!

"Your temperament is not so good... Seven emotions, reincarnation. Devils live... What happened?"

The old devil looked at Ning Fan, his eyes were extremely dignified, and there was no trace of wretchedness. His expression was full of anxiety.

"Small things are gone... Master, Han Nie Tian has died in my hand, you. Please mourn." Ning Fan sighed.

"I know, he went the wrong way, that is the road he chose. Since he made a choice, he always has to bear the consequences..." The old magical eyes gradually became muddy, and it seemed to be a bit lonely.

"Right, the land should be unsealed?" Ning Fan opened the subject.

"Well, the unsealing is over!" The old magic eyes suddenly lit up. The spit-stars flew and said incessantly.

"Speaking of this land, this is a good thing! Generally, only the big forces who are sitting in the air can get a little bit of it. Hey, Laozi used to retreat with the pure Yang sect, killing the pure Yangzong, and taking away the scorpio. Grab an acre of land, and let the pure Yang Zong make a chicken jump..."

One talk about the brilliant record of the year. The old devil is so high-spirited that there is a tendency to say three days and three nights.

Ning Fan shook his head and decisively interrupted the old devil's reminiscence of the past, and continued, "How do you plant the fruit?"

For a moment. The color of the old devil's excitement was all put away, and the eyes couldn't bear the color. After a long sigh, he finally said, "The method of the fruit is the same as that of the mortal, and it needs to sow the seeds... The seed has two sources, one is It is difficult to collect the seeds of Dao Li. One is to **** the seeds of the monks in the monk to make seeds... all the species that are born in monks who have been born for four days."

"Fairy?"

Ning Fan suddenly remembered one thing.

At that time, he was still in the ghosts, and he had traveled thousands of miles and entered the northern sky. He saw the Emperor.

The Emperor of the Emperor had been surprised that there was no immortality in Ning Fan, and that Ning Fan was a lower monk.

Ning Fan is not a four-day monk. There is no fairy in his body.

Then, he must use the power of yin and yang to condense the yin and yang species, in order to help the old devils to debut and save people?

What the old devil said next time, confirmed the idea of ​​Ning Fan.

He handed Ning Fan three dark stones and a jade slip and explained,

"In this jade slip, the specific method of condensing the road is recorded. This stone is named as a kind of stone, very precious. You are still low, you must use the power of the stone to have a chance to condense the road...just There is a chance, and the opportunity is very embarrassing. The road is very precious, and the old man’s network has only got three. You only have three chances to condense the yin and yang, if it fails...”

The old devil shows the bitter color.

If it fails, the old devil waits for a hundred years, it is just an empty wait.

"The teacher is assured, the disciple will go all out!"

Ning Fan took the road to plant the stone and jade, and entered the Xuanyin world.

Three days later, Ning Fan returned to the outside world, his face pale as paper, and he sighed at the dark and nervous old demon.

"Failed..."

Condensed seed is very dangerous. If it fails, it will be extremely heavy.

The success rate of clotting is extremely low, and the number of broken monks is condensed. The success rate will not exceed one-twentieth.

Three roads, three times of clotting opportunities, no success...

The old devil was a lot older, closed his eyes, desperately sighed, and then looked at the pale face of Ning Fan, politely patted the latter's shoulder.

"It’s hard, you are going to rest and rest, don’t leave a dark wound. The old man wants to be alone.”

Looking at the old devil at the moment, Ning Fan’s heart suddenly hurts.

The old devil has been waiting for so many years, only to let the resurrection of love, the key to resurrection is a yin and yang fruit.

Ning Fan is the hope of the old devil, but now, Ning Fan has lived up to the expectations of the old devil.

Ning Fan did not leave, he quietly looked at the old devil, suddenly said, "The second source of the Tao is the fairy species. I wonder if I have the opportunity to condense the genus, and use the genus as a seed to grow yin and yang. Daoguo!"

The old devil heard the words, looked at him, and then became furious, "noisy!"

Ning Fan nodded and watched the old devil look angry. It seems that there is really a way to get yin and yang.

"The disciples will go down first."

Without asking the question of the old magic fairy, Ning Fan left the cold room and flew all the way to the top of a snowy mountain.

On the top of the snow-capped mountains, there is a golden sword.

"Ning Fan has seen the summer predecessors." Ning Fan respects a gift.

"Is there something?" Xia Huang's tone was a bit cold, and he turned his back to Ning Fan. I am too lazy to turn around.

He looked at the sky and the sky was a little desolate.

There is a feeling of missing in his body that is slowly sublimating and suppressing.

This makes Ning Fan somewhat wrong, like the character of Xia Huang, there are people who miss, who is it?

"Well, the younger generation wants to ask the seniors. How to condense the fairy species." Ning Fan explained.

"Oh? You want to condense the genus, want to get a half chance of becoming a fairy?" Xia Huang turned around, Jin Yu looked at Ning Fan, with a trace of disdain.

Fairy, four days of monks are born, the lower monks can be condensed.

A person with a fairy. The probability of becoming a fairy is higher than that of a non-scented person.

Just relying on the immortal to become a fairy, there is no such thing as a fairy.

When holding a genius, when it becomes a fairy, the genus will take away the monk’s 30% cultivation, and then the genus disappears...

This is the price of opportunistic, but for the half chance, how many people do whatever it takes. Just ask for a condensate.

Xia Huang is thinking, Ning Fan is also the kind of person who looks like a mouse, in order to make a chance to become a fairy, do not like to abandon the road.

Cheng Xian, really so obsessive... Hey, fairy, what is it!

I noticed a trace of disdain in Xia Huang’s eyes, and Ning Fan was stunned, and then explained, “The younger generation wants to condense the genus. It’s not for the immortality, but for the genus of the genus, the yin and yang, and the life of the sorcerer.”

"What! With the kind of fairy species! You, you... noisy!" Even Xia Huang said that Ning Fan was noisy.

Ning Fan glanced at it. Then exposed the dignified color.

There is a great hidden danger in this kind of mentality. Otherwise, both the Master and the Xia Emperor say that this kind of behavior is a foolish act.

"Dare to ask the predecessors, if you take the species to do the seed, but what will happen?"

"You don't know what... The celestial species are awkward, but if you hold the genius to abandon the genus, the consequences are even more serious. Everyone has only one chance to have a fairy in his life. If you first condense the genus, then If you are a fairy, you will not be able to increase your chances of becoming a fairy. The odds of becoming a fairy are even lower than those of ordinary people! You know, what does this mean!" Xia Huang shook his head and sighed.

Ning Fan frowned, he naturally knew what it meant.

Ordinary people become immortal, the chance is not even one in ten thousand. If you lose the genus, the probability will be reduced by half, and it will all become negative. There is no chance to become a fairy.

However, if there are other means to increase the probability of offsetting each other, this hidden danger is not enough.

As long as it can help the old devil to reach a wish, save the mother, it is a lower chance of becoming a fairy, it is no harm.

"If the predecessors know how to condense the fairy tales, please pass on this technique to the seniors!" Ning Fan is the color.

"I know this law naturally... just, do you really want to learn? You are not afraid of losing this half chance, can you not be a fairy in this life?" Xia Huang looked at Ning Fan with deep meaning.

"How about that!" Ning Fan said proudly.

"Say well!" Xia Huang laughed, and for the first time he felt that Ning Fan was so pleasing to the eye.

Even though Ning Fan’s qualifications are high, and he has a relationship with him, he is only slightly higher to see Ning Fan, and his attitude towards Ning Fan is still cold.

Ning Fan despised the attitude of Xiantu at this moment, but he was appreciated by Xia Huang.

How is Cheng Xian? Too many people, in order to become a fairy, chasing after the name, and forgetting the book, Xian, what is good!

For his teacher, Ning Fan is willing to abandon the celestial species. This kind of act makes the Xia Emperor admire.

Chengxian is only a means, not an end, not a goal.

If we only cultivate for the sake of longevity, then this monasticism is meaningless at all.

Too many people have lived for a lifetime, but never thought about what they are living for.

"Get it!" Xia Huang threw a jade slip to Ning Fan, laughed and turned it into a sword, and the time disappeared without a shadow.

Ning Fan took over the jade, and thanked the Xia Emperor in the direction of his departure. Then he read the jade slip, and he did not say much, and his body shape shook into the Xuanyin world.

Ten days later, Ning Fan held a brocade box to find the old devil, and handed the brocade to the old devil. He smiled and said, "There is a species."

The old magic took over the brocade box, did not look at it, put it on the side of the table, the turbid eyes, trembled and looked at Ning Fan, the extreme of complexity.

No joy, only furious, distressed!

"Ning Xiaozi, you are joking with your fairy path! Noisy!"

The fist is clenched, the bones creak, and the old devil is swearing, blaming himself.

He is afraid that because of today's events, this life can not become a fairy, ruining the future.

"Masters have forgotten how to teach me in the past? If you can't get it, you can only grab it, you can't grab it, only you can grab it! If you **** it all the way, you still have no chance to become a fairy, lose half chance. What is it!"

"Nothing has been given to you by Laozi! Even if you give something to you, it is trivial! You don't have to do this for Laozi!" The old devil is darker.

"Together, you are my teacher, I will help you take it for granted. To the younger, you are my brother-in-law. I will see you in the Duo, and will help you..."

Ning Fan deliberately said that if he owes it, he will flee from the place.

The old man’s original apology and touched face, for a moment!

Brother, brother-in-law!

How did he forget that he married Xiaomei, and Ning Fan wanted to be a little lonely.

by! Counting it, he is a master, and he really wants to be a brother-in-law!

"Bunny scorpion! I want to be a poor generation! His grandmother, how did Laozi receive such a shameless slut, even the sister's sister dared to move..."

In other words, the old konjac is not too shameless, even the apprentice’s sister’s sister dares to move...

Ning Fan flew to the top of a snow-capped mountain, looking at the sky and snow, and his face gradually calmed down.

He promised what he had done, and now he did it.

This dusty edge can be considered as it is.

The figure was swaying and appeared in a snow city.

There was a night of snow, but there was a wine cellar that was not yet snorted and the lights were dim.

Ning Fan walked into the wine cellar, asked for a pot of wine, sat in the window, looked at the snow outside the window, silent.

"Oh, isn't this a brother of Ning, you and I really have a relationship, I can't think of meeting you in the sword world!"

A crazy voice, suddenly sounded next to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan glanced at him and turned his head to look at the person beside him. He said, "Is it you? Why do you come to the sword world?"

"Escape! When I fled and fled, I mixed into the sword world. The treasurer, all the good wines in your store are up, and Lao Tzu and Ning Xiong are not drunk!"