Grasping Evil

"The seventh emperor under the Emperor's seat - the great emperor of Mexico, died in the hands of the ancient emperor?!"

Ning Fan's gaze suddenly changed, so the secret of the ancients, he is unheard of, and there will not be many people in the world.

I remember that at the time of the enchantment, the illusion of the body of the great Emperor of the Emperor, once seen in the identity of his chaotic ancients, gave him a little blood...

In the chaos of ancient times, he was a brother, but he married his brother.

But in his eyes, there is a sadness that cannot be lost...

Why should he kill the great emperor who is like his brother...

This question lingers in the heart of Ning Fan, but naturally can not find any answer.

The ancient illusion did not mean the meaning of Ning Fan, and the pace was slow, moving toward the second bronze statue.

In the eyes of this second bronze statue, in the eyes of the ancient times, the sadness is more intense...

This second bronze statue is a kindly old road. Behind him, a copper ring is molded...

The copper ring, when it was with the power of Sendo to force the reincarnation, the ring shadow behind it was very similar...

"The ring of the beginning of the Holy! This bronze statue is a third step saint!" Ning Fan's eyes are moving.

"Yes, this second bronze statue is a beginning holy... There are one billion emperors in the purple bucket fairyland, and there are also four hundred people. They have stepped into the third step. They are both saints and listen. Listening to the announcement...he is one of them...he is my teacher, he dials me, naturally there is no more emperor, but without him, there is no me..."

The look of the ancient illusion has become soft and memorable.

That year, he was only the son of a low-level comprehension country in the ancient fairyland. He was four years old and ignorant.

In that year, the country was invaded, the country broke, and the relatives died. He guards the body of his parents, only knows that he is crying, is his master, and rescued him from the chaos...

‘Cry what! A handsome man, only knows to cry! If the country is broken, it will be rebuilt! If your loved ones die, they will avenge them! ’

'...Humph! How to cry more and more fierce! Cry again, your enemy does not kill you, the old man first slapped you! ’

‘...Break it, the old man is afraid of you. Come here, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, change! ...look, what is this, a sugar man! Hey, don’t you cry now...’

‘It’s a good match, little doll, you give it to the old man. The old man gave you the number ‘古古’...what! I suspect that this number is not good? ! Don't want to be an old man? ! You know how many strong people in this Ziweixian domain are vying to rush to the old man! ’

The past is vivid, and the ancient illusion can't help but smile.

But then. His murderousness became stronger and his eyes were more bloody. In his eyes, his sadness was also stronger...

He is clearly standing here. The back is bleak and sad...

"Lu Yuan Da Sheng, among the four hundred saints in the Purple Dou Xian domain, repaired for the rank of 344... He is my teacher. More like my father... the battle of the Arctic world, this person died in my hand! This person is the first yin and yang in my nine gods yin and yang... Lie yin and yang..."

Ning Fan was shocked!

Surprised, the ancient emperor has the power to kill the saints, but it is not a saint!

Surprised, the ancient emperor not only killed his brother, but also killed his master!

"Xiandi, not necessarily weaker than the saints... the old man and the heavy ink, all have the power to kill the ordinary sacred..."

The ancient illusion of ignorance is faint, and it seems to be the thought of breaking Ning Fan’s heart, and answered the question of Ning Fan’s heart.

His turbid old eyes seemed to be wet, step by step to the third bronze statue, and introduced it to Ning Fan all the way.

"The Ming Emperor, under the Emperor of the Purple Emperor, is ranked as the forty-ninth of the Emperor. This person has been with me several times to defend the enemy, and to confess to life and death... This person is one of the few friends of the old husband. One...the battle of the fall of the world, this person died in my hand! The old man nine evil yin and yang yin and yang, because he became..."

"Weaving color Tianzun, among the four hundred saints in the purple bucket fairyland, is ranked 367th... This woman has love for me... the battle of the rebellion, this woman died in my hand..."

"The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of the Purple Emperor, the 96th of the Emperor of the Emperor, this person has my grace... The battle of the collapse of the robbery, this person died in my hand..."

"Lu Nan Sheng, this person has borrowed my heavenly plan to read it. I still owe him a promise that has not been completed... the savage, this person died in my hand..."

The ancient illusion of the chaos has introduced all the twenty-six bronze statues of this place.

Every time he introduces one person, his eyes are more sad and murderous.

In the heart of Ning Fan, there is gradually a feeling of creepy feeling.

These twenty-six people have a life of the year, all of them are the famous generations of the purple celestial domain, and more or less different from the chaos of the ancient times, but all are destroyed by the ancient times...

Why did you want to kill so many teachers and friends...

Why do you kill one person, and the so-called twenty-seven yin and yang of the ancient emperor will complete one...

What is the twenty-seven yin and yang, Ning Fan does not know...

But in his heart, he suddenly had a horrible guess.

"Is it impossible for the ancient Emperor to cultivate the magical power called "27 yin and yang", killing the teachers and friends?! The ancient emperor, is such a cold-blooded person!"

This point, Ning Fan can not be sure.

Killing the record of these strong men, chaos is not like lying; the sorrow in his eyes does not seem to lie...

Finally, the ancient emperor came to the front of the bronze statue.

It was a sly smile, sitting under a bodhi tree, obsessed with the sky...

Looking at the woman, the shoulders of the ancient emperor, suddenly there was a trembling, the sorrow in the eyes, has turned into old tears, flowed over the face...

It seems that there is a soft voice, still echoing in his ear.

It is for this voice, he refused the affection of countless female repairs, such as the weaving Yun Tianzun, also like the ancestors of God...

‘Chao Gu... I will wait for you under the Bodhi tree... You must come back alive... If you die, I will follow you...’

I will follow you...

I will follow you...

He finally returned to the Bodhi tree, but he actually killed her by hand!

"Heyao..."

The ancient illusion trembled and reached out, stroking the woman's side face in the bronze statue.

His heart, in the blood of the blood ... personally killed his teacher and his friends, killing a benefactor, his heart is not willing. Since I am angry and angry, I am helpless, I am helpless...

But killing this woman with his own hands, he lost the whole world in an instant. In this world, there is no longer any concern. It is worthy to take a look at it...

His back is so lonely, so remorseful... His sadness spreads like a whole world. Will melt in his sadness...

"Heyao, under the Emperor of the Purple Emperor, after the ranking of 100,000 Emperor... She is the old man's Taoist... She is the old man's all... She is not in Bodhi, waiting for my return ... the battle of the skybreaking, she was killed by the old man... I died... the hand of the old man... She made the old man twenty-seven yin and yang, and this is complete..."

The sadness in the eyes of the ancient illusion. At this moment, the peak was reached.

His eyes are gradually cold and ruthless, blood red like a demon! The murderousness on his body is like killing all things!

At this moment, the ancient illusion suddenly turned around. Staring at Ning Fan, his face was cold and ruthless, and asked coldly.

"You, you can get the true inheritance of the Emperor! You can get the "Large of the Great".

He did not take a half step, only one look, but it seems to ignite the general trend of the whole world. Chao Ning Fan 狠狠 pressed.

At this moment, Ning Fan seems to have turned into a lonely boat. In this shocking weather, it is impossible to move half a step!

"You, do you want to learn "Chaos"? If you learn this technique, you can cultivate the yin and yang magic body! The yin and yang magic body is divided into twenty-seven yin and yang, even if you only cultivate the first yin and yang, it is enough to make you ghost At the time of Xuanzhi, the end of the crossing is invincible! If you repair twenty-seven yin and yang, it is not stepping into the third step, but also enough to match the ordinary sacred!"

"If you cultivate "Chaos of the Rings" and repair it enough, you can combine the yin and the yang to cultivate the qi of the beginning of the Yuan, and the opportunity to step into the third step is great!"

"If you cultivate "Chaos of the Circle", this world, no other monk of the same class can compete with you!"

"You, may wish to become the first monk in the aftermath of the world! You can be the last era of law, the only saint in the four days and nine worlds!"

The sound of the ancient illusion, like a heart, immediately mad in the heart of Ning Fan.

His heart has been repaired to this day, and it is definitely sturdy in the same class, but it is not without cracks.

Ning Fan's biggest demons are those who are eager to improve their strength and guard their bodies.

He has never been to his own demons, this moment, this demons are mad in his heart!

His gaze had a moment of greed and longing.

He wants to get the chaos of the ancient emperor, and wants to get the opportunity to step into the third step. He wants to be the first strongman in the four days and nine worlds...

Because if he becomes the first in heaven and earth, he will no longer need to kill, no need to escape, he wants to protect who, it is also easy...

"Think! I want to "disorder"!" Ning Fan is like a demon, his heart is shaking.

The ancient illusion was a cold smile. Suddenly, the murder of the eyes was like a blast, and immediately there were two red awns bursting out, pouring into the eyes of Ning Fan.

"I want to "disorder"! Easy!"

"Kill your parents, masters, knowing each other, Taoist! You can build twenty-seven yin and yang, you are eligible to inherit the old man!"

"You, can you be a devil who kills the prostitute, and inherits all the sects of the old man!"

"You, can you!"

The moment when the two red awns were shot into the body of Ning Fan, Ning Fan was immediately stunned by the heart of the heart.

In this lucid moment, he has a feeling of stunned!

In his body, there are two red mad mad raging, the red awns seem to have a fascinating magic, only a moment, it covers his eyes, his cultivation, his god, his everything!

His body seems to be no longer his own body.

His cultivation is no more than listening to him.

In his heart and soul world, there are always red-eyed thunderstorms spread out over the sky, plundering his mind!

In the endless world of red mansions, there is only one place, half black and half white, where there is his way, and the death and death against the red mansions.

In this world of red and white, there are countless red shadows, and Ning Fan looks like a sneer, and has been enchanted.

These red shadows are either greedy or gazing, or bloodthirsty.

Only in that little black and white land. There is also a white dress like the snow of Ning Fan, who keeps his heart and mind.

Ning Fan looked at the red sky of the world of the heart, full of shock and full of anger!

In his ear, it seems that there are countless confusing voices, confusing him to obey the orders of the ancient illusions, practicing "disorders" and killing the prostitute!

His body has already succumbed to the rule of the Red Mang, and walked toward the ancient illusion step by step. It seems to accept the inheritance of the ancient illusions, the next step, killing their pro!

Can't control the body, can't control it!

At the moment when the red mans enters the body, his body will no longer be controlled by him!

And Ning Fan has a feeling that if the last black and white land in this world of the gods falls, he will be completely controlled by the red mans, unless it is dead, otherwise it will be the same. Can't escape the manipulation of the red mans!

"This red mans, what is it! This kind of power gives me the feeling, it is like the power of reincarnation, but his essence. It is the opposite of the power of reincarnation!"

"Can't stop! Can't resist! This red mans' erosion is too horrible, it's not something I can resist!"

The last point of black and white, is being eroded by red awns and turned into decay.

The last one is white. Finally, a little bit of blood has been made...

Numerous blood shadows, Ning Fan, finally cheered in this heart and soul.

They are to cultivate the chaos, and they must obey the command of the ancient illusions. Kill the pro card!

Within the Tomb Palace, Ning Fan’s eyes have completely turned into blood red, and his mouth smirked, and he greedily looked at the ancient times, and he smiled.

He is the Ning Fan, who is completely manipulated by the red mans. He, once he got the "Chaos of the Rings", once he got out of this tomb, he would kill the ten parties, first get the pro-knife!

His father decided to kill, kill!

Its mother Ning Qian, kill!

Its reincarnation in the dust of his brother Ning Fan, kill!

His teacher, Han Yuanji, kills!

There are so many red faces, one by one... kill, kill, kill!

He wants to kill everything. He wants to be the only saint in the four days and nine worlds. He wants to control everything in this world. He wants to kill, kill, kill!

But after killing everything, he, what is left...

What is left...

What is left...

A trace of confusion, gradually flowing in the eyes of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan, who has a **** red eyes, suddenly raises his hand and slams his fist in his chest!

This punch, he did not retain any strength!

This punch, he would rather kill this body in this tomb, nor allow himself to kill his own dear!

After the body in this boxing, his body immediately burned a half black and white flame!

The flame is the illusion of his obsession!

This red mantle can deprive him of his cultivation, deprive him of his body, and deprive him of everything, but he cannot deprive him of his way!

This obsession, immortalized in reincarnation, has remained in his heart for generations.

This obsession, nothing to destroy!

"This son, I want to kill myself!" Under the icy eyes of the ancient illusion, there is a hint of movement.

Ning Fan is suddenly taking a step, burning all over, but his eyes are fading away from the red awns, and the cold is restored!

He looked coldly at the ancient illusion, no fear, only anger!

He is not afraid of this illusion, not afraid!

He is a ghost, this illusion is more terrible than to the blind, but how!

He was originally born for the other half of the chaos, but if this inheritance is to sacrifice all the close relatives, he can be cultivated, he would rather not!

He would rather be self-destructive and not let people behind him be implicated!

In any case, he must let him pay the price!

"The chaos! Without your inheritance, there will be no me today! Ning Mou cares for your kindness, respect you as a teacher! So, I decided to find your other half heritage! But this does not mean that you can plant me at will. Magical power, take my body, take me to repair, take away everything of me!"

"Ningmou does not allow you to borrow me and destroy the people behind me!"

"You can deprive me of everything, but my own way, you, can't take it away!"

At this moment, in the eyes of the ancient illusions, what you see is not a ghost stepping on your own, but a butterfly!

One would rather burn it into ash, but also slam into his own butterfly!

A dare to face the weaker butterfly!

In this butterfly, there is a road that cannot be ignored, and it is getting stronger with his **...

"Although the old man is planted in his body, it is only a thousandth of a catastrophe, but he can't think of it. He can use his own way to suppress the catastrophe..."

"While this is awkward, I am still worried about his heart. Now it seems that this child would rather die and not hurt the teacher. Naturally, it cannot be a person who is unrequited..."

"This test, he passed it... Over the years, the monks who entered this palace, only this one, passed the test..."

The coldness in the eyes of the ancient illusion, a little bit of stumbling.

He looked at Ning Fan, who walked step by step, but suddenly nodded with satisfaction, shot like a power, waved, scattered away the red mans in Ning Fan.

Even the flames that Lian Ningfan intended to extinguish himself were extinguished one by one.

Before Ning Fan reacted to it all, he had raised his hand and condensed a jade slip, and threw it to Ning Fan, apologizing.

"The old man's words, there are real and false, together with the red mans, are the test of the little friends. Specifically, the small friends have seen the jade, naturally all know. This jade slip records the old man in addition to Outside the yin and yang change, another self-made method... "Chaos!"

(1/2) (To be continued.)