Grasping Evil

On the 10th, it has passed.

Today is the day when the third round of Dabi started!

Today, the Minghai immortal king is a supernatural power, which makes an altar that has been sleeping in the inner city underground rise high above the ground!

It was the altar of the Qiuqiu that was established by the first generation to kill the emperor. It consisted of three layers, paved with blood-grained marble.

At the center of the third floor of the altar, there is a huge stone monument. The stone monument is 100,000 feet high. It is set with 10 million pieces of blood-colored crystals of the size of the nail shell.

On the jade table on both sides of the altar, it has already been filled with the East God.

Under the altar, a hundred referencers headed by Ning Fan were standing.

In the third round, the test is the heart!

The referee climbed the altar and touched the stone tablet, and the **** crystal was illuminated by the suffocation accumulated by his own killing.

In the process of lighting the crystal, the reference person will suffer several times the suffocation of his body.

If the Tao is not strong, it will be countered by anger.

Those who have a strong heart can gain different degrees of radon improvement according to the number of crystals that are lit and the strength of the heart.

The power of the vast majority of supernatural powers in the Killing Temple is linked to the strength of the suffocating power.

For the monks who kill the temple, the stronger the suffocation, the stronger the magical power.

This blood sea altar can raise the suffocating air. Generally speaking, it will be opened once every 10,000 years. If you want to use the altar to raise your suffocating monks, you can use the power of the altar to raise your anger after spending a lot of killings.

Like the Tongtian Tower, it is a good time to raise the suffocation of the altar. The more the monk's suffocation is raised, the more radiance is consumed.

And even if no one borrows the altar to raise his anger, it will take nearly 400 billion crystals to open an altar.

The blood sea altar was opened last time, three thousand seven hundred years ago.

Other monks who kill the temple will have to wait for six thousand three hundred years before they have the opportunity to use the power of the altar to raise their anger.

"The great handwriting of the Minghai Xianwang, for the purpose of the district apprentice ceremony, opened the blood sea altar..."

"The last time was the Tongtian Tower. This time it was the blood sea altar. The Minghai Xianwang seems to attach great importance to this reference."

"It is no wonder that the Emperor of the Sea is so attached to this reference. After all, among the participants in this session, there is a Ning Fan."

Some old whispers are whispering, and suddenly, a light cough spreads throughout the inner city.

These old geeks looked in the direction of the sound, and they all changed.

Those who have a light cough are the king of the sea.

His brows are slightly wrinkled. His eyes were slightly unpleasant, and he did not like to be talked about behind the scenes.

At first sight, the emperor of the sea reveals the unpleasant color, and all the old monsters shut up and dare not talk again.

For a time, the entire inner city died in silence, and the needle fell.

"Thousands of slaughter. Announce the rules."

"Yes!"

Thousands of butchers respected the goddess of the sea, and then moved to a copper box, placed in front of them, screaming in the direction of the hundred referencers.

"In this copper box, there are famous brands of small friends, the old husband will randomly pick up famous brands. Whoever draws, who will board the altar and light the crystal with suffocation."

"If the referee is not stable and is suffocated, then this round of results is zero. Each successful lighting of a crystal, the score increased by 1 point. After this round, the top ten of the total score into the fourth round ""

The results of the first two rounds have already affected the third round.

In addition to Ning Fan. Everyone's first round results are zero points.

In the second round, there were only 76 players, and the other 24 draw winners, the score is still zero.

These people want to squeeze into the quota of ten people, fearing that they are hopeful.

Ning Fan looked at the copper box and his eyes flashed.

This copper box has no mouth on six sides, and the surface is covered with a layer of thought and transmission. It can be isolated and can be randomly placed in and out of the life card.

However, seeing a thousand butchers rushing to the copper box, the copper box has a flash, and a famous brand in the box has been sent out.

The brand name is suspended in the air. After the breath, it turns into powder.

On the name of the brand, engraved with the word Ren.

"Ren, go to the altar!"

Under the command of a thousand butchers, a white robe of the sacred sacred man walked out of the crowd and stepped onto the altar.

His name is Ren, born in the intermediate level of the true star - the magic starfish.

In the magic sea star field, he is also a young devil who is not a small name. He has killed a lot in his life, and his anger is not weak.

Standing under the huge monument, Ren Biao took a deep breath, and his body was forced to spread out, and his palm was shot on the monument.

In an instant, thousands of crystals were lit up on the monument!

"3852 points... a good suffocation, but unfortunately, this child's heart is too weak, although there are many killings, but it is fundamentally cultivated to kill the good materials..." Thousands of butchers said to themselves.

His voice just fell, a suffocating suffocating several times more than any suffocating suffocating force, rushing out from the monument, turning into a **** light, drowning Ren.

Under this fierce suffocation, Ren Biao's eyes gradually became **** and invaded by anger.

A pain in the chest, Qilian retired a few steps, slammed halfway to the ground, coughing blood.

After the palm of the hand broke away from the monument, the blood of the suffocating blood immediately disappeared.

Ren Xiaochao looked at the monument, he knew that his 3852 points could not be obtained.

How much is the score, how much is related to the killing of life. Not only depends on the number of killings, but also on the gap between the killers and the murderers.

Often the level of killing, the score is naturally very high.

If you take the scent of the sacred ancestor as a mortal, it will kill tens of billions of billions, and there is no score.

Without paying attention to Ren Biao, Qian Tuzi once again took a bronze box and looked at the famous brand that flew into the sky.

"Next, Wang Yu!"

A young and thin young man who was trained by the immortality climbed onto the altar and pressed his palm against the monument.

This person has illuminated 4,274 pieces of crystal, but unfortunately, he can't bear the suffocation of the monument.

This round of results, zero...

"Lanjia!"

"Ding Feng!"

"White Rainbow!"

...

A total of thirty-five scattered celestial beings, no one can withstand the suffocation of the huge monument and back, this round of results are all 0 points.

The thirty-sixth person who went to the altar was a young scribe.

After he boarded the altar, he did not reveal all the suffocating gas, only released a little suffocating gas, and lit up 1000 crystals.

He can't light more, but if he lights more, he probably can't bear the suffocation.

The amount of suffocation is small, and the suffocating suffocation is within his tolerance.

"This is a clever, know how to choose, although 1000 points are small. It is better than 0 points."

Thousands of butchers nodded, and another palm was shot on the copper box, took out the next famous brand, and ordered people to go to the altar.

With the precedent of the young scribes, many of the referees have the same kind of learning, and they are not fully able to release their anger.

So, some people lit up 1200 crystals. Some lighted 800 pieces, and some lighted 1500 pieces, and most of them scored.

Although the scores are small, they are much stronger than the previous zero-party.

Only in this way, it runs counter to the meaning of the existence of the blood sea altar.

Ning Fan indifferently looked at the reference. These people made good preparations before they boarded the altar, and they gave birth to it.

And what they are embarrassed is the killings they have committed, and the accumulated suffocation.

Such a predecessor is to take the opportunity to enter the killing hall, and what is the future?

Those who are not eager to fight, the heart is naturally stronger than where to go.

Do not dare to face their own sinners. The heart is naturally strong and not where it goes.

Ning Fan spread his palms and looked at his white palms, his brows wrinkled.

This palm seems to be clean, but it has already been stained with blood and full of sin.

Along the way, he has smashed too many **** seas and committed too many killings.

He never evades the sins he committed, he will not kill people. Give people a crime and let them feel at ease.

He kills, not because of evil, he does not kill, not because of good.

The world is helpless, you are a good and evil can be said!

As a monk, once you set foot on the road to repair. Be prepared to kill and be killed!

"Next, Yu Kun!"

"Next, Zhao Qing!"

"Next, red true!"

"Next. Ning Fan!"

Ning Fan looked at his palm, and his mind echoed a scene of blood and enmity.

He forgot to look at the results of others, and when he woke up, he discovered that he had already turned himself.

Standing next to Yu Kun and Chi Zhen, they are all smiling.

"Chimou lit up 12,490 crystals, and the brother lighted 9455 crystals."

It seems that I know that Ning Fan has been escaping and has not paid attention to the achievements of himself and others.

Both of them have made all efforts, released all the suffocating, and finally resisted their own defensive rebellion.

Their hearts are not weak, they are all temporary choices, but unfortunately they met Ning Fan in this big ratio, and finally they did not join the killing hall.

"Ning brother, I hope you can make you surprised again." Yu Kun advised.

"I went to the altar, not to light the crystal. The meaning of this altar is not to light the crystal."

Ning Fan's eyes are clear and sometimes clear, and gradually, he feels a sad atmosphere from this blood sea altar.

This sad feeling, very few people can feel it.

Only those monks who are truly confronted with killing, long-lasting blood, and exhausted, but have to fight, can feel this sadness!

Step by step on the altar, Ning Fan stood under the monument, closed his eyes, and did not reach out, pressed on the monument.

One stop is one day!

In the mind, a scene of killing is repeated.

He stood on the altar, and the day passed, as if it were one with the altar!

"Strange, why is this Ning Fan not lighting the crystal, what is he doing?" Countless Dongtian Mingxian is unknown.

Only the old blame above the true fairy, it is faintly seen that Ning Fan’s body is having a natural and profound road to solidify!

Only a few high-level figures in the killing hall know that Ning Fan is doing something that few people can do!

Fees and binoculars, like a camel bell, excited, he saw a more perfect Ning Fan!

Yao Qingyun looked at Ning Fan incredulously, and the silver teeth were biting, and there was only one sentence in the heart.

"Removal of cause and effect... He can really do it! The elders have guessed it! This kind of thing is that I can't do it with the elders who killed the temple! Why can he do it!"

The eyes of Minghai Xianwang suddenly became dignified. He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to open the **** altar, in order to see Ning Fan peeling off the cause and effect scene!

No, not only do you want to see Ning Fan’s cause and effect, but he also wants to see another interesting thing!

In addition to the murders of the emperors and the great elders, no one knows!

That thing is harder to do than stripping the cause and effect!

The scene that Minghai Xianwang wants to see is that scene!

"If he can really do this, I will not kill the temple, but I will not be able to seal the blood and disappear in the East! There is still the possibility of continuation!"

One day, two days, three days...

Ning Fan stood on the altar, one stop is ten days!

He clearly closed his eyes. However, if you can feel the sadness of the entire killing city, the sadness of the whole blood starfish, the sadness of the whole **** sea star field!

That sadness is a helpless sigh that enters the world of revision and is hard to turn back.

That sadness is the introspection of self-introspection in the **** sea and the eternal magic.

Ning Fan faintly felt that there is an entrance above this blood starfish. It can lead to a world of thousands.

The thousand worlds are killing blood.

There are monks in the **** world, there are mortals, mortals and monks, and they are born in the same world, and there is little dispute between them.

It is like a voice telling Ning Fan. The existence of the Killing Temple is to protect the **** people...

Only to protect these people, so there is a killing hall...

No one wants to be a devil when he is born. No one wants to kill the world and blood on the ground when he is born.

When no one is born, I want to join the killing hall and be a killer like a murderer...

In order to guard the **** world, the monks who killed the temple murdered people.

This altar. It is not only to raise the suffocation of the monks who kill the temple, but more, but to help the priests to relieve the cause and effect and wash away the sin.

This altar is not the heaven, not the earth, but the dead soul killed by the monks of the temple!

All grievances will end with death, and the clouds will disappear.

at last. Ning Fan opened his eyes and his eyes were as clear and bright as the Big Dipper.

He felt that this moment of his own self was like being one with the altar.

He spread his palms and felt that he had a kind of inexplicable mystery.

Suddenly, a great power of great power was scattered from the altar. Blessing on Ning Fan.

Suddenly, Ning Fan found that his head was short and his appearance was even weaker.

He changed back to the appearance of a boy. It’s also like a repair in a flash!

But he didn't have any panic, his eyes were still calm, just like knowing what will happen next.

He quietly looked at the monument, and after a long time, the **** figure of a few teenagers came out of the monument.

These blood-shadow teenagers are mostly cultivated in the 2nd and 3rd floors of the dynasty. The first one is named Ningfeng, and the repair is the fourth layer of the pulse.

Ning Feng and others once wanted to sneak a sneak peek at Ning Qingqing, and wanted to be a woman. However, Ning Fan was introduced into the wolves and died in the mouth of the wolf.

Counting it, it is Ning Fan’s first killing, and the mortal body is a dead man!

Several blood shadow teenagers looked at the young Ning Fan, with a resentful color.

The young Ning Fan raised his finger, and several blood shadow teenagers immediately turned into blood and scattered, and did not enter the body of the young Ning Fan.

"I am going to kill me, I am dying of you to die in the wolves, the grudges of the year, a write-off!"

The old monsters here have gradually returned.

They did not know that Ning Fan was stripping the cause and effect and cleaning up the sin industry. They only faintly saw that this scene of the altar appeared to mean that Ning Fan used to be a mortal monk.

"The mortal kills the monk! This son has not entered the road, it has been so ruined!" Some old quirks sighed.

Who has never been weak? Who is not cultivated step by step from the body of ordinary people?

There are countless strong people here, but no one can slay the monks in the body of mortals. From this point of view, Ning Fan has been very extraordinary since the beginning of the mortal.

On the altar, Guanghua flashed, and Ning Fan’s figure was slightly higher, and the cultivation was also upgraded to the fifth floor.

Among the monuments, one step out of a black robe is the spirit of the paper.

"The five layers of the pulse, killing the spirit!" This time, there are many old strangers who are surprised.

Ning Fan kills the veins with the mortal body, kills the spirit with the pulse of the body, is he all the way to kill it!

The shadow of Wu Dongnan looked at Ning Fan, and there was resentment in his eyes, and more fear.

"You and I have been complaining, you, let go!"

Ning Fan pointed a little, the blood shadow immediately turned into blood and scattered, did not enter the body of Ning Fan.

On the altar, Guanghua flashed, and the figure of the younger Ning Fan was slightly elevated, and it was repaired as an early stage.

This time, the monuments flew out of countless days from the blood of the monks.

Among them, there is no shortage of Jin Dan!

These monks are all dead in the reverse of the mountains and rivers!

"There is more than one Golden Dan!" More and more old monsters are surprised.

The blood shadow of Tian Zongzong is not all, and the killing of Ning Fan is not a minority.

Numerous demon ghosts and ghosts repaired blood from the monument, and the blood of countless demon tides flew out of the monument.

Among those blood shadows, there are countless golden dragons, and there are more Yuan Ying!

"This son actually killed Yuan Ying when he was in the spirit!" Some old geeks have been shocked.

"The past grievances. A write-off!"

Under the guidance of the young Ning Fan, the inexhaustible blood shadows burst into blood, and did not enter the body.

Guanghua flashed, and the young Ning Fan became a young man and became a Yuan Ying repair.

Among the monuments, there are countless endless Haiyuan infants, and more gods!

There is a **** of black Buddhism. There are also the gods of the nine tribes of the Lu people, as well as the blood of countless fake wild animals!

"Yuan Ying smashed the gods, slaughtered the beasts! And actually slaughtered so much!" Both sides of the jade have heard a lot of inspiration.

"Let's wait, let go!"

Under the guidance of the young Ning Fan, countless blood shadows that had already passed away were shattered into blood, and they did not enter the body. And his anger is getting heavier and heavier.

Above the altar is Guanghua flickering, and Ning Fan has become a god.

When he was a god, he swept the nine parts in the name of Lubei, slaughtered the sea of ​​stars, and slaughtered the endless sea in the name of Zhou Ming.

Among the monuments, the blood of the strong is constantly flying, and the sky is covered.

"The cause and effect of the year. Today is broken, scattered!"

Ning Fan fiercely squats, countless blood shadows scattered into blood, the stars little into the body.

On the altar, Guanghua is a flash, and Ning Fan is already a revival.

At the time of refining the emptiness, he smashed hundreds of blood, swept the clouds, and covered the vine hall. Defeat the Emperor, the Emperor Yu Yu, the Yunyun Lion!

When a sturdy and sinister sinister blood shadow emerges from the monument, countless grotesque reveals a dignified color.

In the end, the altar of Guanghua flashed, and Ning Fan resumed the smashing repair!

Countless broken, life, blood shadow, out of the monument!

That one. There are 146 fairy tales in Yao Zongxing, and there are more Dan dynasty!

Some old geeks have changed their minds and finally understand why Ning Fan dares to reclaim the Emperor Danzong.

It turns out that Ning Fan has long been dead with Dan Zong!

There are too many blood shadows, no one can see the looks of everyone one by one.

Yao Qingyun looked at the blood of the Yao family. Bitter eyes closed, tears flowed out of my eyes.

"Yao family, all the way, we will not owe each other..."

Ning Fan looked at the blood shadows of a look or horror or anger. His eyes were always as calm as water and cold as stars.

"Ning a certain life to kill, no matter what right or wrong, the person who killed is innocent, but also helpless. This road to repair the road, do not be kind! Dissipate!"

Ning Fan raised a point, one by one Yao family strong people have broken into blood.

Other strong blood shadows have also broken.

Countless blood is not in the body of Ning Fan.

All the blood shadows disappeared, Ning Fan did not say much, just take a storage bag, take out a jar of wine, and sprinkle the good spirits under the monument.

No sorrow, only solemnity.

At this moment, he is not worshipping the enemy, but as a monk, paying homage to the fallen who are both monks and helpless to death.

Then, take a handful of broken wine!

Ning Fan suddenly stepped out, the whole body was suffocating, the **** sky was dyed in the sky, and one palm was shot on the monument!

In an instant, 790,000 crystals are illuminated above the monument!

At the same time, more than ten times the suffocation of Ning Fan from the huge monument, and turned into a **** giant punch, banged in the chest of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's black hair dances, his eyes are like a demon, and his mouth is swallowed. He will swallow his fists and not suffer any backs!

This is his arrogance, this is his killing, he does not escape, does not avoid, just calmly opposite!

At the moment of swallowing the suffocating fist, the suffocation of Ning Fan’s body has skyrocketed more than ten times!

Ning Fan’s gaze was a shot on the monument.

This time, 10 million blood crystals are all lit!

And a **** treasure, suddenly rising into the sky, but in a very fast, into the Ningfan storage bag.

"That is!" In the eyes of the fairy king of the sea, the first time to reveal the color of surprise!