Grasping Evil

The seventh world, it is extremely vast, but with the speed of Ning Fan, all the way to gallop, after a few days, after all, came to the margins.

All the way to this place, Ning Fan still has not found the gateway to the eighth floor.

He stood in a valley with a brow furrow.

This road rushed, and he smashed many of the immortals, and the magic above the real was never encountered.

At the moment, among the soul bags of Ning Fan, there are 236 gods. If it is all detonated, it is a monk who is a true peak, and it is also necessary to be jealous.

There are two out of the fairy fruit, but for Ning Fan, it is not a valuable thing.

"Where is the wrong direction? The seventh floor of the tomb of the **** is so big, there is no map, and it can only be searchless for the eighth floor entrance..."

Ning Fan shook his head, the map of the last three floors, he did not, that is, there is no Qingyangzi.

According to the memory of Qingyangzi, the only three-layer maps are known.

Naturally, among the tombs of this god, there is a class of people who hold the map of the place. That is the rare thing in the tomb.

"I knew that the last three layers were so vast. On that day, I should ask Lu Wei for a map of the tomb. For him, marking a map is just a matter of blinking... Now it’s late. ""

"In the memory of Qingyangzi, there are a lot of information about the three layers of the tomb of the gods, many of which I don't know. So once the magical creatures are cultivated to the realm of the realm, there is a very small chance to gain the wisdom... High, the higher the chance of gaining intelligence..."

"These magical creatures have been practicing here for countless years, and naturally know the map of this place. If you can catch a magical object, you can save a lot of trouble..."

Ning Fan indulged in a moment, suddenly his eyes were slightly moving, looking at the only dead tree in the valley.

After a while. However, if you think about it, you will go to the black fire and walk away.

After he left this place for a long time, the only dead tree in the valley immediately became a master of the early days of the ferry.

The old man looks like a devil, and half of his body's skin is bark.

His eyes are not as hollow as most of the monsters here. He is one of the few magical creatures within this tomb.

Looking at the direction of Ning Fan's vision. The old man’s eyes flashed, and the coldness was cold.

"This person should be the monk who recently entered the seventh floor... The delicious smell that the Lord smells should be distributed by this person. Hey, the old man is just close to him, sniffing, this person's The flesh and blood essence is too perfect. For the Lord, it is definitely a big supplement! Respect the Lord. Nothing wrong!"

"Respecting the Lord is far from the empty, only the last step, as long as you swallow this, you will be the ninth place in the seventh floor!"

"The old man sent a message. Tell the Lord, the monk he wants to eat, is in the position of the old man! Hey, this person is too angry. The old man has just broken through the real, not too much to grasp it, if not So, when this person arrives, the old man will take the shot and win this person! But let the Lord himself take it out, it is more secure!"

The old man sneered, raising his hand and condensing, and immediately there was a magical mangling flying up, it was a voice Jianguang.

It’s a pity that the flying sword was just vacated and suddenly exploded without warning.

In the place where it bursts, a young man in white who has quietly returned and is invisible here suddenly appears.

"I want to ventilate to your home, and eat Ning, it is a magical loyal guardian..."

But when the young man in white clothes raised his hand, there were immediately 108,000 swords and swords turned into swords, and the old man in the early days of the crossing was trapped in the sword array!

For a moment, the old man changed his face and panicked.

"You... why didn't you go, how come back...ah!"

The voice did not rest, he had screamed, and was smashed by a hundred thousand.

In front of his eyes, memories of the scene are constantly emerging. In those memories, more and more people are holding Ujin swords and coming to him...

After the tenth interest, the old man who was not stable, the body burst into countless blood, spilled into the sword array.

After receiving 100,000 swords, Ning Fan slaps a trick and throws a black god, who is wilting and wants to escape, directly into the soul.

Searching for souls and memories, it is impossible to read the complete memory, but only reading the fragmentary memory, is enough to let Ning Fan find out the general map of the seventh floor.

Kill the old gods, refining the secrets, and earning soul bags.

After doing all this, Ning Fan’s figure was erected and vacated, but he was looking for a certain direction and went straight to the eighth floor.

This gallop is on the 6th, along the way, there are 274 gods in the soul bag.

After six days, Ning Fan finally saw the transfer platform leading to the eighth floor.

Just outside the transfer station, there is a hundred miles in the second step, there are at least three hundred people!

Among the three hundred monsters, there are 15 crosses of real magic.

These 15 cross-real monsters, only 4 people have intelligence.

One of the four men is the lord of this group of monsters. It is a black-faced boy with a sullen face. He is sitting on a throne at the moment, surrounded by many monsters, holding his chin in one hand and the wine cellar in the other. Light drink.

The wine cellar is not the wine, but the blood, the blood of the black blood, the blood of the monster!

"It's not the blood of the monk, it's hard to drink..." The teenager took a sip of black blood, his brows were wrinkled, and he was unhappy, and the wine cellar was still on the ground.

"Respect the Lord, the subordinates and others have already discovered the information. The delicious monk is coming all the way to this place! Only when he comes, the Lord will surely taste the most delicious blood!" See the lord angry, and immediately and sincerely said.

"This seat has been waiting here for six days, if he does not come again..." The black robe said half of the boy's words, suddenly smiled in vain, and Horan stood up and looked to the horizon.

In that direction, there is a stream of light galloping.

"kill!"

Without any extra words, the black robe boy just raised his hand and swayed.

All the monsters beside him, there were nearly a hundred immortal monsters at once, and they showed their sorrows. They flew up and rushed to the dawn.

Ning Fan’s thoughts were swept away by the densely smashed magical objects, and his eyes sank and he took hold of the dawn. Step into the sky and step forward!

Walking in the hundred immortals, Ning Fan Jing gas turns to the whole body, each raising his hand, there will be a life of the immortal monster torn into pieces.

In the past ten years, these hundred-headed immortals have been torn into pieces by Ning Fan, and the flesh and blood essences are condensed into wine, and the Yuanshen are all taken away.

"waste!"

The black robe was extremely unhappy and roared. Another wave of hands, "kill!"

This time, all the monsters except him, all rushed to Ning Fan, including even 14 of the real magic.

14 heads of real magic, there are 7 initial, 4 mid-term, 3 late.

Now repaired. Nature is not something Ning Fan can handle.

"What about the gods who sent the door..."

Ning Fan waved the ancient konjac, and immediately swayed into the wind and turned into a troll.

But seeing Ning Fan's finger line, the ancient konjac immediately rushed into the monster army. Tear a piece of magic into pieces and swallow a single **** into the belly.

"Let's go! Not good!"

The black robes suddenly changed their face, and they turned around and ran.

He fled in the direction. It was actually going straight to the eighth floor portal and went straight into the eighth floor. The action was very fast...

The other three spiritual wits. It was also a look of horror, and wanted to escape, but it was too late to escape. It has been killed by the ancient devil.

Those who do not have the spiritual magic, but still rushed to the ancient konjac, but only killed.

There are only ten interest rates, and the monsters in this place have been slaughtered by the ancient konjac.

Ning Fan received all the corpses of flesh and blood in this place, the eyes of the cold awning flashed, step by step on the shoulders of the ancient konjac, under the control of the squat line, the ancient konjac was directly turned into a black awn, flying into the portal of the transmission high platform.

As soon as it was transmitted to the eighth floor, Ning Fan immediately released the rain, and the sky and the earth immediately began to rain.

Looking for a direction, Ning Fan chased away with a slap in the face, that direction, it was the direction of the black robes before the escape.

Perceived by the chasing after the light, the black robe teenager almost directly scared to death.

I still want to taste the taste of Ning Fan's blood before, but at this moment I can't wait for Ning Fan to go far, don't approach him.

"Damn! A ghost of Xuan Zangfeng in the district, there is room to go! The monks outside the tomb of the tomb are so bad!"

"But I am not afraid! My teacher is the lord of the eighth floor. It is the big man in the early days of the murder. It is the eighth floor. It is the ninth floor. It is also a famous person. I just flee to my division. Dongfu, please let me shoot, kill this person, it’s easy!”

His thoughts have just risen, and the next moment, his face turned into horror and despair.

However, the ancient konjac that chased after him has been chasing closer and closer, and finally stepped out and directly crossed his way.

The huge body is like a mountain, blocking the road ahead and unable to move on.

"You seem to be very familiar with this eighth layer. So it seems that if you kill you, you can get this map directly..."

Ning Fan faintly, a line between the fingers, immediately, the ancient konjac directly lifted the foot, one foot to the black robe.

Under the horror of the black robe, Zhang mouth squirted a black magic sword and slammed into the direction of the ancient konjac.

It is a pity that this magic sword, the power has not been revealed, it is directly into the debris by the ancient devil.

The foot continued to step down, and a huge force spread out, immediately collapsed the millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

Numerous monsters were alarmed by this foot, and the body of the black robe was directly used by this foot as a meat mud. Only the wilting **** was smashed by Ning Fan.

"Impossible... I am only half a step away from the space, this is what, this is..."

When he did not finish his words, he screamed and fainted directly, but it was because Ning Fan did not talk nonsense with him and directly searched for his soul.

This soul-hunting, Ning Fan knows the map of the eighth layer, and has a little understanding of the distribution of the last three layers of the magical forces.

"The last three layers of the magic, but if the repair is to repair the realm of the realm, there will be a few opportunities to open the wisdom. Open the spiritual magic, if someone breaks through the empty, they will be eligible to become a lord. It can be a demon master... This devil has not broken through the empty space, but he has a master who is the master of the devil, so he can be king on the seventh floor and be a lord..."

"The seventh floor of the tomb of the gods, there are eight lords of the air; the eighth floor, the lord of the empty lord is more than thirty, that is, the sorcerer and the sorcerer, there is also one, it is this sorcerer..."

"The ninth floor map. This magic does not know, I do not know how many powerful monsters on the ninth floor, but it is said that there is a contract well in the ninth floor, so the magic object is also the most, the strongest, especially near the magic well, There are even quasi-empire monsters..."

"In this demon body, there is a mark left by his teacher. If he dies, his teacher will have some sense..."

Ning Fan brows slightly wrinkled, and God swept it, immediately found a mark in the black **** of the black robe.

This imprint is black, but at this moment, it gradually becomes blood red.

For a moment, Ning Fan’s eyes changed slightly, and he said nothing about it. He directly dropped the black **** of the black robe.

Then immediately received the ancient konjac. A touch of face, summoned the ghost face, and immediately disappeared without a trace, quietly smashed toward the ninth floor.

Just as he left the black robe young god. The imprint in the black robe young gods immediately flew out a red mans!

As soon as the red mans fell, he immediately turned into a red-eyed old man, holding the black **** of the young man. Extremely angry.

"Who is it! I dare to ruin my ingenuity!"

One thing, he did not tell his own disciples, in fact the mark he had planted. Not only can you perceive the death of the disciples, but the disciples are in distress, but they can also be perceived a little and transmitted directly by imprint.

This point is naturally impossible to mention in the memory of the black robe boy, but Ning Fan is keenly aware of the strange changes in the imprint, guessing that there will be a change, and immediately fleeing from here.

The master of the black robe boy, after all, came a step late, otherwise, he could see the scene of Ning Fan’s search for souls and memories.

"Well? There is still a little bit of this person here..."

The red-eyed old man grabbed the air and grabbed it on the tip of his nose.

"A ghost Xuanfeng Peak, an early shackle... it turned out to be an outside monk!"

"The old man and other contractual devils have made a contract with Shenkongdi. My agreement with him is that if he helps him to fight, he will stay in the tomb forever. One party is the king, and he is a god-minded monk. I also have a fight. The right to swallow!"

"It took millions of years for the old man to train him to the peak of the true peak. This is still useful, but now it is ruined by foreign monks, and it is useless again..."

The old man glanced at the stunned sacred **** in his hand, and the sizzling color flashed, and it was actually a sacred god.

Then the eyes flashed and sneered,

"The person who harms me is, after all, just a ghost. It is impossible to run away at this time. At this moment, it is either invisible, or it is hiding in Xiaoqian and Zhongqianjie..."

After a moment of indulging in the red-eyed old man, he suddenly extended his **** and poked his eyes into the eyes. He grabbed the **** red eyeballs and actually sacrificed it to the sky, and immediately closed his eyes and knees on the ground.

After the eyeball was lifted off, it immediately grew into the wind and turned into a big one. Immediately, there is a circle of red aura, centering on the eyeball, and continuously spreading toward the entire eighth layer.

Through the power of this eye, the red-eyed old man actually spread his eyesight to the eighth floor of the entire tomb of the god!

"If this child passes through the portal, there will be fluctuations. If this child cancels the stealth, there must be a moment of appearance. It is that he hides in the treasure, and the old man does not believe that he can hide for a lifetime! As long as he is now On the eighth floor, or if there is fluctuation in any place, the old man must be aware of him!"

"At that time, it was the death of this son!"

...

Ning Fan hides his body shape and gallops in the direction of the ninth floor portal.

At a certain moment, a circle of red mans sweeps into the sky and sweeps over Ning Fan.

Although Ning Fan was not found out, Ning Fan saw it at a glance. This red mang is a kind of detective power.

Judging from the breath of this spell, the man of the technique is the master of the black robe.

"These are a little troublesome... This place is far from the ninth floor portal. There is still a long way to go. I am idling now, at least maybe ten days to reach... During this period, the ghost face stealth will stop. .."

As Ning Fan Xiu is getting higher and higher, the stealth time of the innate ghost face is also improved a little, but still can't be hidden for ten days at a time, up to five days.

If it is before the end of stealth, break into the Xuanyin world, so that it can reach the portal, but there will be other troubles...

"Even if I can walk all the way to the ninth floor portal, once it is transmitted, it will cause fluctuations immediately, and it will be discovered by this person... even if it is sent back to the seventh floor, it will be discovered by this person..."

A sense of crisis that has never been seen for a long time is gradually lingering in the heart of Ning Fan.

When this sense of crisis rises, Ning Fan, who is riding on a black and white fire, has a sense of boiling in the body of the three tribes...

For a moment, Ning Fan glanced at it and decided.

A little eyebrow, take out a green thunder, actually an oral.

With the physique of his big five-line body, refining the green thunder, sustainable restoration of a large number of mana!

Only refined a trace of Qing Lei, the body's extra mana, is about to explode the Yuanshen immediately.

Before the gods burst, his body had already ignited the golden flame, and all the excess mana was consumed. Such as an arrow from the string, cut through the sky, leaving a golden gully, go straight to the ninth floor!

Do not hide, you do not have to hide! And reach the ninth floor, then stealth from the tracking of the red-eyed old man!

"Found it! It’s just that this person is idling, why is it so fast! Is it an ancient blame! No, impossible! If it is the ages, why should this person fear me, why not stealth!"

The red-eyed old man’s eyes stunned and suddenly got up and retracted his eyes. After he was indulged, he decided to chase away from Ning Fan.

However, his idling speed is simply not enough to catch up with Ning Fan!

In the eighth world, countless spiritual creatures were repaired, and at this moment they left the cave nest and looked up at the sky.

Looking at the golden rainbow that smashed through the sky and flashed away, none of them felt shocked.

Ning Fan quickly refines the body of the blue thunder, trying to supplement the mana cost of the vertical golden light.

This technique is so fast that it is comparable to the ages, and the consumption of mana is extremely huge.

By suppressing the ghost face, Ning Fan forced the operation. The original six-day journey, only a dozen breaths, has already arrived!

The golden dragon rushed into the portal and immediately galloped in the ninth world, and also alerted countless strongmen here.

At the moment when the green thunder is about to be completely exhausted, Ning Fan’s rainbow is collected and directly into the Xuanyin.

Almost after an hour, the red-eyed monsters rushed to the ninth world.

Only at this moment, Ning Fan has long been missing. The breath of the golden light in the vertical is not left at all. He simply does not know where to find Ning Fan...

"Damn! It was smashed by this sly boy! There are a lot of ninth-tier strongmen. Here, it is a technique that cannot be used to display blood. Otherwise, it will cause other monsters to be jealous... If there is no clue Go find it, I’m afraid it’s hard to find this, don’t wait here!”

"In any case, this is the outside monk, he always leaves the ninth floor! Hey! The old man is at this door, do not believe that this child does not show up!"

(2/3) (To be continued.)