Grasping Evil

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The black snow fluttered down, such as the crow feathers scattered, the warmth of the corpses of the land gradually became cold and stiff, and the corpse blood gradually solidified.

Whether it is a wild beast or a black cockroach, the blood is black, dirty and evil. Ning Fan looked at the black blood everywhere, thoughtfully.

Countless Tian Man City's barbarians, boarded the wall, and looked at Ning Fan with horror.

They are already convinced that Ning Fan is an alien monk who is more afraid of the barbarians than the wild beasts who are suppressed by the imagery.

If the alien monks want to slaughter the city, almost no one can stop!

"Don't be afraid of you, he is not an enemy."

The cold voice of Zhao Dieer spreads through the snow and is introduced into the ears of every barbarian.

Those barbarians have become dubious, and it is hard to believe that Ning Fan is such a fierce star and will not be an enemy.

It seems to confirm the words of Zhao Dieer, Ning Fan, together with Liu Yan and Xian Loli, turned into a streamer, flew up the city wall, appeared in front of Zhao Dieer, smiled, and there was no hostility between the looks.

This has caused a lot of barbarians to lose a little bit of fear, but the barbarians are still afraid of breathing.

Ning Fan's appearance, after the ferry, will return to youth, no longer a bit old, even younger than Zhao Dieer's memory.

Zhao Dieer looked at Ning Fan, 50 years of wind and frost, 50 years of waiting, and finally waited for the person who wanted to see, but she was so confused that she was speechless.

Ning Fan looked at Zhao Dieer, who had a good career. He showed a happy smile and a soft look, just like the elders looked at the younger generation.

However, after God swept the city of Tian Man, Ning Fan’s gaze was another sigh, and he sighed slightly.

With his strong mind, he easily found Zhaofu from Tianmancheng, but he regretted that it was within Zhaofu. There is no breath of the Zhao Boyang couple, but the spirit of the two is enshrined...

The old man of the year, now has made an ancient...

"Take me to worship the Bo Yang brother. Is it good?" Ning Fan sighed and reached out. Stroking Zhao Dieer's satin-like blue silk, feeling sad.

"Well..." Zhao Dieer’s eyes were also a glimpse, nodding.

This night, Ning Fan sat alone in the grave of Zhao Boyang, drinking alone, and sitting on the third day.

Zhao Boyang was a mortal friend he met when he was a mortal. He had never been seen again for fifty years. Ning Fan is somewhat regrettable.

He is faint and sorrowful, but he is rather sorry. He has lost a mortal friend to talk about wine.

In this world, there are people who die every minute, but there are regrets for Ning Fanxin, and there are several people...

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the night is dark as ink, it seems like a nightmare that can't break free.

Under the care of Liu Yan, Xian Loli has already slept. Ning Fan sometimes lifts the wine gourd, sometimes sips a bite, but looks up. Looking at the night, my eyes are confused.

Seeing the death of the old man, he actually evoked a trace of his recollection, reminding him of his hometown far away from the rain.

The God of War has broken through the fourth change, and it has already reached the goal of wildness, and even broke through the middle of the crossing.

It’s time to return to Dongtian and wake up the King of War...

Liu Yan has already completed the mission of the astrology, and Ning Fan once returned to Dongtian. At any time, you can go to find the real mine, it is time to complete the will of Taisu Leidi...

After that. Accompanied by Ouyang Warm-Royal Sanctuary; after that, where should I go?

Going home to see it... It seems that I can’t go back to the rain world from Dongtian. I have to return to the rain world from Beitian and Nantian... Who wants him to give up the immortality?

Looking at the red plum next to the tomb, Ning Fan’s eyes were even more awkward. He missed the snow of Qimei City.

"I have been comprehending to this day, breaking the life and death, and realizing the truth. I have already cultivated it today. The master is just a matter of crossing the truth. The Xia Huang is just comparable to the real, and I am also a ferry... The old Bone Emperor, the Nihuang Emperor, and the broken Emperor’s cultivation are as high as the mountains, and I can’t breathe. Now, the brokenness is in my eyes, but it’s not worth mentioning...”

"In the ancient heaven, I was killed by the immortal. Now, the immortal is in front of my eyes, but it is just a flower..."

"The patriarch of Danzong is the real enemy. It used to be the enemy of my jealousy. Now, it is only the shackles of the shackles. If there is time, I don’t have to use all the cards, I can flatten the Danzong and make a bad breath for the birds. Danzong, smashing the bones!"

"My cultivation is getting higher and higher, and my home is getting farther and farther..."

"Was the mother woke up, mother-in-law, wake up, do you still love drinking?"

"The plum blossoms of Simu Palace in Qimeicheng have opened a few songs this year...Ninggu, returning to the first few days..."

Hey, hey...

The night is quiet, only the wind, only Ning Fan pains the sound of spirits.

His cultivation is so high, but he still can't stop, still have to go forward.

"The road to this road can be endless... I don't know, the only thing I can do is to go all the way, there are still strong enemies behind me, they can't stop me!"

"Magic Emperor, the poisonous dragon ancestor, the palm of the emperor, and the silver-haired emperor who counted my mother-in-law... strong enemy, there are many!"

Ning Fan suddenly took a storage bag and took out a cloak from the storage bag.

This cloak 傀儡, or Ning Fan in the six sacred Wang Dongfu boundary, killing the thousand-eyed old man to seize, is a desire, you need to use the six desire line to control.

After the First World War, Ning Fan received two desires, one was the ancient konjac in the early days of the emptying, and the other one was this 傀.

This kind of awkwardness has a powerful momentum comparable to the middle of the broken mind!

If Ning Fan can control this cockroach, what is the empty blame! How much is it, how much to kill!

"I was in the midst of that, I couldn’t control this, but I can try it now!"

Ning Fan’s mind was moved, and the power of the rainy yin and yang and the yin and yang were unblocked, and the momentum immediately rose to the point of being close to the air.

The fourth change of the trenches was provoked, and the ancient magic repairs rose to the fourth moment of the devil!

After the implementation of the spirits, under the double revision of the body, Ning Fan took the momentum and thoroughly broke through the bottleneck of the emptying, reaching the initial level of the emptying!

The force of the bones of the six desires in the body is pushed to the extreme, and Ning Fan flies out of the innumerable lines of desire and disappears into the body of the cloak.

At the moment when the squall line entered the body, the cloak eyes shed green light, releasing the thrilling weather of the dragon.

The momentum was under the deliberate control of Ning Fan. Limited to the scope of the cemetery, not scattered too open, so as not to scare the barbarians of Tianman City.

In order to motivate the chanting. Ning Fan's mana was consumed at a near-horrible speed, under his full control. The broken chanting finally moved!

"Be able to control this trick, but it is very stubborn. After all, I am not really a monk, but the mana is still insufficient..."

Ning Fan broke the mana transport, re-sealed the rain, and the second yin and yang of the war. The green of the cloak's eyes immediately dissipated and the eyes were hollow.

Put it away. Ning Fan ** in the night, drinking a sip of spirits, no one knows what he is thinking.

Zhao Dieer was quietly watching Ning Fan's back in the light of the light, and did not bother, so she watched it overnight.

After fifty years of waiting, I finally waited for Ning Fan. Her full of emotions, but all hidden in her heart, became a secret. Did not say it.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and Zhao Dieer’s thoughts fly back to the years with snowflakes.

At that time. She is still young, and she is holding a snowman and picking plums all day long...

"I don't want to look back at the beam?" Ning Fan's voice suddenly rang in her ear and shocked her.

"Think... but the beam is too far..."

"Not far away. I also want to look back at Liang Liang. You will go with me once, and come back before dawn. How?"

Zhao Dieer has not reacted yet, and suddenly she screams and looks red.

The body is light. Ning Fan has been caught in the waist and turned into a golden rainbow. Flying in the sky.

This night has not been exhausted, Ning Fan is carrying Zhao Dieer. In the form of a golden light, he flew directly from Tianman City to Yanliang City.

Because of the black snow, the scorpion beam has been attacked by the wild beasts. Now it is the situation of ten rooms and nine empty spaces. It is already ruined. Because of the quietness of the night, it is even more depressing.

Zhao Dieer has not returned to Yan Liang for 50 years. This ruined and ruined city has made her dare not recognize it. It is impossible to imagine that this will be the glory of the once prosperous.

In the past 50 years, Yanliang City has changed greatly, but only the Weihe River is like the same year.

It is still the weather of the cold winter, there are still red plum blossoms on both sides of the river, but the snow is no longer white, it becomes dark, and it is extremely unlined with red plum...

This thing is human, let her want to cry, but sobbing and crying.

The most ruthless thing in the world is the years, and once again, I will never go back...

"The butterfly does not cry, this plum is still there. Although the snow is dark as ink, it is not like the white snow, but it can also be a snowman."

Ning Fan picked up a red plum and inserted it in the corner of Zhao Dieer. He smiled and turned to pile up the snowman.

Zhao Dieer suddenly remembered her childhood. At that time, she begged Ning Fan to pile up five snowmen and gave all snowmen an identity.

‘This is 爹爹, this is the mother, this is the sister of the four sisters, this is the butterfly, this is the uncle. We live happily together, be happy, carefree...’

‘Uncle gives the butterfly a snowman. When the butterfly grows up, he must marry the uncle and let the uncle give me a snowman every day! ’

Zhao Dieer’s eyes are red and his eyes are blurred.

The five snowmen of that year have already passed away, and now they are still alive, only Ning Fan, only her...

"Don't cry, in this world, you still have uncles and relatives."

Ning Fan took a picture of Zhao Dieer's head. This time, he only piled up two snowmen, one big and one small.

He looked at Zhao Dieer, just like a younger generation, like a loved one, the eyes are a bit dazzling, but they are attached to Zhao Dieer.

"Uncle, the book says that it is not difficult for a foreign monk to become a fairy. It is not difficult to live for 100,000 years. It is true?"

"Yes."

"Can an uncle live for so long?"

"If you don't die in the road of monasticism, you should be able to live for so long..." Ning Fan replied with some uncertainty.

"It's a pity that the butterfly can't live for so long. Even if the butterfly is strong and pretty, it can only live for hundreds of years. After hundreds of years, the uncle will come back wild, and you can't see the butterfly... except Butterfly can become a general existence of the ancestors, otherwise..." Zhao Dieer hangs down the dagger.

This is the most important reason why she did not have the courage to confess to Ning Fan... She and Ning Fan’s life span is too much...

"Butterfly..." Ning Fan sighed slightly, but did not know what to say to comfort Zhao Dieer.

Since the blood sacrifices of the seven generations of the ancestors, the barbarians have been unable to live for some reason.

Even if Ning Fan had given Zhao Dieer a lot of Dan Pills to take food, it would only make her extend her life a little and could not make her live longer...

"Uncles don't show this expression. The butterfly is not used to... can meet his uncle in his lifetime, and the butterfly is content..."

Zhao Dieer whipped up all the courage, and he was so blemish that he could drop blood. Reach out and want to hold Ning Fan's hand.

Unfortunately, I have not touched Ning Fan. Her movements were interrupted by the laughter of an old man.

"Haha, Xiaoyou finally got back to the beam, but it really makes the old man wait! If you still haven't come back for half a year, the old man will have to go ahead with other friends to find the chance... Xiaoyoudu really succeeded! Hey, I haven’t seen it for 50 years, and Xiaoyou has already been repaired in the middle of the cross!"

The river is in the night. Suddenly there was a painting, and there was only one old man on the painting. The hand was standing on the river and smiling.

This old man is exactly the fetish **** who met Ning Fan 50 years ago!

"Oh? I can't think of revisiting the place, but I can reunite with my predecessors."

A roll of Ning Fan's sleeves, with Zhao Dieer, flew on the paintings of the **** of the birds.

"Well? This is..." The goddess of the gods swept Zhaodie, and he was slightly surprised.

"The old knowledge. After the people."

"Oh, it turned out that... From the time when the old man said that the opportunity is live, there are still half a year. How? Xiaoyou can be willing to join the old man, look at the northern realm, find a chance to find a chance?" Not too much attention to Zhao Dieer, although Zhao Dieer is quite awkward, but also very weak, not enough to cause his attention.

Zhao Dieer did not interject her, she could see that the **** of the gods was extremely terrifying. It is an alien power.

"The opportunity that the predecessors said is not a dust tree?" Ning Fan smiled.

His voice fell. The **** of the beast immediately looked shocked and looked at Ning Fan unbelievably.

After a long time. Only the color of sighing was revealed, haha ​​laughed. "Small friends are really extraordinary. I know that the opportunity of the old man is dusty! In the four days, there are not many monks who know the dust trees. I don't know how the little friends know the dust trees. Origins..."

"Predecessors still talk about how many sinister trips to the Northland trip. I don't know how many helpers have the seniors invited in addition to the younger generation?"

"Oh? Xiaoyou is willing to help the old man to go to the north, with the dust tree?"

“The younger generation wants to listen to the answers of their predecessors first, and then respond accordingly.”

"Oh, Xiaoyou is a cautious person... In addition, in order to win the small friend this day as a helper, the old man will tell the younger friend this line!"

In a word, the **** of the gods took out a jade slip and wrote what was handed to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s thoughts on the jade slips, his face changed slightly, and after a few dozens of interest, he returned the jade to the goddess and sank.

The Yaozu is in a wild land. It has occupied seven great savage fields. The dust trees are located in the 'Yellow River Snow Valley' on the periphery of the Seven Fields. They are sealed in the dense land and guarded by a few elites.

Nowadays, the wilderness is in a big chaos, and the demon strongmen are coming out of their nests. In order to understand the squad, they spare no effort, and there are not many strong people who stay behind the headquarters.

If at this time, sneak into the Yellow River Snow Valley, stealing dust and dust, the danger is not great.

If the dust is dusty, the first monk of the heavenly man is expected to open the second door of the heavenly man. For Ning Fan, the dust is indeed a small temptation.

The gates of the gates that left the wilderness are open ten years, and the next time you open the door, there are two years.

Before leaving the wilderness, Ning Fan did not mind running a glimpse of the Yellow River Snow Valley, stealing a dusty tree dust...

"In addition to the old man, there are four other friends in the trip. At the very least, there are also the best of the best." They are the masters of the Northern Heavenly Immortals. Their magical powers are all helpful to pick up the dust. If Xiaoyou joins Team, there will be a total of six people in this trip. How, small friends can be willing to take the dust with the old man?" asked the **** of the gods.

The cultivation of Ning Fan is not to be taken care of by the gods. However, after all, Ning Fan is a monk of heaven and man, and it helps the removal of dust.

"Alright, the younger generation is also very interested in the dust, and with the predecessors, take a dust, what can't! I don't know, the last dust, how to distribute..."

"Haha, of course, who is picking the dust? If possible, the old man will try to help the little friends pick up some dust. As for others, the old man may not help."

The **** of the gods smiled extremely unscrupulously. Although their group of people is acting in a team, but they want to be dusty, they must also rely on their own skills...

"It turns out that..." Ning Fan reveals a thoughtful look.

At this time, in the night of the Weihe River, suddenly four rainbows, three men and one woman, were human monks.

Among the four monks, the woman is the highest, but she is a blue-dressed woman. She has a housekeeping period, a beautiful frost, and an icy temperament that rejects people.

The other three, one is a gnome, has the initial cultivation of the vacant; the first is the towel Han, but also the beginning of the empty.

The last man, who has four eyes, has only a sinister atmosphere in his body.

These four people flew in and landed directly on the paintings of the gods, and they were the other four helpers invited by the gods.

The blue-dressed woman only glanced at Ning Fan and looked away with arrogance. Obviously, she was not interested in Ning Fan, but she raised an eyebrow at Zhao Butterfly, who was quite awkward.

When the big man on the towel painted on the picture, he laughed and laughed. The whole body was very strong, and it was obviously a refining monk.

This person only looked at Ning Fan, and immediately looked at it, but shook his head slightly, as if regretting that Ning Fan was only the first realm of the devil.

The four-eyed man did not say a word at all, like a zombie.

The dwarf man, only with Ning Fan's belt, is very arrogant.

When Fang Yi got on the boat, this person only swept Ning Fan and immediately asked the **** of the finch.

"The **** of the gods, this is the help you said? Ghost Xuan Xiu, what can be used! This seat does not want to take a burden to pick up the dust!" The gnome man snorted, it seems that I do not know Ning Fan is a fact of a monk. The harmony between man and nature is of great importance, and the **** of the gods does not tell the outsiders at all.

"Oh, the dirt road friend said wrong, this Ning Daoyou is not a ghost now, but the middle of the cross." The **** of the gods smiled deeply.

"The middle of the cross! This is a breakthrough in the real, and cultivated to the medium-term realm, it only took 50 years?!" The gnome man exclaimed, and the other three were also looking at Ning Fan.

The gnome man looked at Ning Fan's look again. With a bit of exploration, he suddenly grinned and revealed his white teeth and opened his mouth.

"Little friends also want to go with me to get the dust?"

"Yes."

"Want to join the team, you can, as long as you can pass the test of this seat!" The gnome man's eyes are like electric sweeping to Ning Fan, just like the elders look at the younger generation, proud.

"What test?" Ning Fan asked with no expression.

"Take out your full strength and shoot at this seat. If you can let this seat move half a step above this painting, this seat will recognize your strength and allow you to join the team and find the dust!"

The gnome man smiled coldly, but he couldn't believe that Ning Fan had the strength to let him move half a step!

"You, sure?" Ning Fan looked at the dwarf man with no expression. Without a reason, the dwarf man had a sense of trepidation and was inexplicably inexplicable.

"Weird! This is obviously only a junior, why can it make the old man tremble with only one look..."

The gnome man naturally does not know that Ning Fan is a monk who can kill in the air, and that is the reason for his tremor.

"Oh, this seat is sure! Take a shot, if you can let this seat move half a step, this seat is particularly good, let you join the team!"

(The second is later, more night, no more, wash and sleep) q