Grasping Evil

Ten interest is not the rant of Ning Fan, but the guarantee given by him after some thoughts.

He has grasped the secret of the words of Emperor Dongtian, and can see the general flow of the law.

The murderous front of the scene, with the sand as the array, coincides with the earth, divided into blood sand, black yarn, yellow sand triple array. The yellow sand array is the weakest and the blood sand array is the strongest.

The source of this array is the eight stone towers in the blood-sand array.

In the triple array, the general trend flows, like the ebb and flow, every ten interest, it is the weakest time of the formation, but also the best time to break the battle.

The only thing that made Ning Fan deeply jealous was the red ‘ seal’ on the eight stone towers.

That seal seems to contain a force from ancient times, as if under that power, everything in this world will not be sealed by it.

Under the force of the seal, the entrance to the dead door interface gradually sealed, and it could only enter and not go out. Some monks used to show their magical powers and wanted to fly out of the dead door, only to find that they could not leave.

A lot of old monsters gradually saw the doorway: no one can leave unless the ruin is destroyed.

As the voice of Ning Fan spread, many people of the tribes dispelled the thoughts of God and went to the depths of the murder.

No one can believe that the wonderful words will be trapped in the dead door interface. It is a pity that many strong people of the human race recognize the scent of the singularity and the ability to confirm that the woman trapped in the murder is a wonderful statement...

"What! Wonderful deities are trapped in this murder!"

"It’s not good, it’s not good, even the murderous squad that can be trapped by the wonderful words, how powerful it is, I want to destroy this murder, it’s too difficult...”

"But I have already entered this place, I can't leave without destroying the fierce battle, I can only bite my head!"

"Speaking of it, if it can ruin the murder of this place, I can not only protect myself. By the way, I can save the wonderful words, but also count the merits..."

The arguments are everywhere.

With Ning Fan’s order, the group repairs are quiet.

"Now I am waiting for the dead door interface, do not destroy this place, no one can leave! If you want to escape from this place, you will go with Zhao! Destroy the fierce battle and rescue the wonderful words!"

Under the command of Ning Fan, the voice immediately rang through the sky and passed to the ears of every monk in the broken continent.

He jumped up and followed the army of 200,000 wild beasts. The fierce savage rushing toward the front rushed out, with an imposing momentum, as if nothing had anything to stop his footsteps!

In his eyes, the power of war and sorrow, the power of yin and yang, at this moment, he was pushed to the extreme, all the war between heaven and earth. They have a glimpse of him!

Any monk who heard his words did not come to the ground, and his heart gave birth to countless courage, which seemed to be greatly encouraged. The war was soaring, and then I saw the violent squad, and I no longer felt scared.

The ears of the group repaired and repeated the words of Ning Fan. The sound is like hypnosis, it seems like temptation, it seems to be awkward. It seems to be a topping. One by one, the eyes gradually became stunned, but then, all of them showed the color of perseverance, and they all showed the expression of fearless death.

Whether it is the dying monk on the magic Yuanzhou, or the ugly warfare department, or the monk who was saved by Ning Fan, etc., but no one can resist the infection of Ning Fan’s war. They all flew up, followed by Ning Fan, and rushed toward the Huangsha big bang!

"I will wait to follow the predecessors of Zhao, destroy the fierce squad, save the fairy, and escape the birth!"

If you want to ask for a way to live, you will destroy the fierce battle together!

The shouts of the group repairs resounded through the clouds, and their voices were all warlike, and their momentum was all gone.

This is the power of the yin and yang, which can weaken the war of others, but also inspires the people, so that the courage of the group is multiplied and the blood is boiling.

Gradually, even some of the old-fashioned monsters were inspired by Ning Fan, whistling out and joining the array.

As for the four-eyed demon, Han dance fairy, and so on, who have been familiar with Ning Fan, have already rushed out. In the forefront, it is the smile of the fairy Lori, rushing to the last, it is the reluctance, the burial of the moon. Even Liu Yan, although repaired as low, but also rushed out, followed by Ning Fan.

In addition to Zhao Tianer and other Tian Mancheng barbarians, can not fly empty, almost all monks have been inspired by Ning Fan, whistling out!

The magic yuan, the Jinhua ancestors, the vines and the vines look at each other, and they all breathe in the expression of cold air.

All four are broken and weird, and it is faint to be able to see that Ning Fan has used the means to encourage the group to repair. That means, too much, involves the Tao, beyond the understanding of the four.

"The road to the departure has been sealed. It is already here. I can’t help it. Let’s take it. Only the road to ruin the murder can go..."

The magic Yuanzi sighed and flew together with other broken thoughts and joined the ruin army. In my heart, I am playing drums.

He was the first to encounter Ning Fan's ethnic clan thoughts. He was skeptical about the authenticity of Ning Fan's intelligence along the way. He was afraid of being counted by Ning Fan. Now that Ning Fan has entered the dead door, his heart secretly complains, but he can't help it. Now he can only slap the scalp and follow Ning Fan.

Diligence, two interest, three interest.

The Huangsha big array is already outside the thousand feet, close at hand!

Ning Fan five pointed to the previous press, the sky and the earth immediately torrential rain, the rain under his control, condensed into a huge palm print, violently shot toward the front of the yellow sand.

Not only was he shot alone, any of the wild beasts and monks who rushed to the vicinity, and they all shot, and they all attacked the Yellow Sands.

The various streams of light fell on the top of the yellow sand desert, and the desert was immediately riddled with holes, and collapsed at the fourth interest!

The triple murder is the first heavy, and the yellow sand is broken!

Seeing that the first murderer was broken, and in the group repair, there were countless cheers. The confidence to follow Ning Fan to destroy the fierce battle is even stronger!

Thousands of gods open the way, Ning Fan led the army, rushing toward the front, his eyes with an unstoppable belief.

The fifth interest, near the scope of the black sand big array, the sixth interest, hundreds of thousands of magical powers run through, the seventh interest, the black sand burst!

In front of me, I finally revealed the most powerful red sand squad, and eight towering towers with high towering heights appeared in front of the group.

If the eight stone towers are destroyed from the inside out, it is hard to do it.

But if you destroy it from the outside, it is not difficult! The key is to find the right time!

Eighth interest, Ning Fan did not shoot.

Ninth interest, Ning Fan called out the rain, war ten swords.

Tenth interest. Ning Fan suddenly rushed out and rushed directly to the most broken one among the eight stone towers!

It was the fifth stone pagoda, which had already been damaged by several attacks by Miao Yan Xian Zun.

This moment is the weakest moment in the red sands!

At this moment, Ning Fan gave an order and the supernatural power of the group repaired immediately to the stone tower he attacked.

Hundreds of thousands of magical powers merge into a dazzling glare. In that light, Ning Fan’s ten swords open, like a falling meteor. Directly collided on the fifth stone tower.

The fascinating fairy who is fighting with many stone giants, turned back and looked at the fifth stone tower.

What she can see is the scene of the collapse of the fifth stone tower from the outside to the inside under hundreds of thousands of magical powers!

The eight stone towers are connected to each other and are damaged. Ning Fan only destroyed one, but the other seven stone towers all collapsed at the same time!

Numerous stone giants who besieged the wonderful words of Xianzun also screamed. It disappeared together.

Red sand burst, broken!

Wonderful words, deprivation!

She looked back and looked at the tenth interest. I saw a man with a silver-faced face, wrapped in hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, and galloped toward her.

The man’s eyes were so indifferent that he could not see any emotional flow. It seems that destroying the deadly murderer to save her is just a matter of course and easy.

Obviously, it is a cold and ruthless gaze, but it is a heart lake that has been quiet for many years. There is a trace of embarrassment for a long time.

Miao Yanxian looked at Ning Fan, who was galloping, and did not look away.

When she was most desperate, it was this person who saved her regardless of the danger...

"More... Thank you..."

Her pale and weak face suddenly showed a bright smile.

All the way to this time, she has already been near the end of the oil, all supported by a will.

At this moment, once she escaped from danger, she did not even see anyone who saved her. There has been a deep tiredness in her heart.

In front of the black, it was directly fainting and falling from the sky.

Very sleepy, can't open your eyes...

Very tired, a lot of strength can not be lifted...

In the groggy, the sorrowful sorrow felt vaguely, and he fell into the arms of a man.

The smell of the nose is all the smell of the man, the breath, with the **** taste that can not be opened, want to come to save her, this man has been contaminated with too many kills...

Ning Fan’s face is slightly strange, and he will catch it from the sacred fairy goddess of heaven and hold it in his arms.

This woman, obviously has been covered in blood, but the body is scattered with a touch of fragrance, the fragrance, some sweet, is the fragrance of the green apple grass...

Although Huaizhong holds Wenxiang soft jade, Ning Fan can't afford to mourn a little. After all, what he holds, but a repaired Wanji Xianzun...

"It’s fainted... I want to come to her and I’ve been exhausted so far, I’ve exhausted all my strength...”

Ning Fan slightly sighed, if he came later, perhaps the wonderful words will die in this murder.

The footsteps are light, and Ning Fan holds the wonderful words and flies back to the broken continent.

This scene, so many monks who followed the Ning Fan behind his eyes widened and could not speak.

What did they see...

The demeanor of the demeanor, even by Ning Fan all the way back...

...

The head is groggy and the sea is faint. I want to open my eyes, but I can’t open it...

I don't know how long I have been slumbering. The sorrowful sorrow suddenly feels that there is a pair of hands walking up in my body, seemingly solving my clothes.

She could feel that one piece of clothing was stripped off, and she could feel that her chest was cold, and even the tube top was solved...

"Who is who is taking off my clothes! Is it the one who saved me from danger!"

Miao Yan Xian Zun is both shy and angry, and wants to open his eyes and look at it, but he can't open his eyes.

Suddenly, the body feels cold and the sound of water coming from the ear, she seems to be put into the water.

Then she felt that there was a pair of hands walking up in her body and seemed to be scrubbing herself...

"Who is helping me bathe! Is it him!"

In the mind of the wonderful words, the figure of Ning Fan’s galloping emerges, and the face is more red.

She could feel that her hands stroking her smooth, satiny back and sometimes stroking her full, soft chest.

She has some inexplicable irritability, and some are angry with the person's boldness and thinness.

I don't know how long it took, and Miao Yan Xian Zun finally had a hint of strength and opened his eyes.

At the entrance, I was sitting in the tub. The petals of the green apple grass float on the water.

Aside, a pair of delicate little hands are scrubbing themselves, not a hand of Ning Fan, but a woman's hand.

"Hey? How are you cleaning my body for me... I thought it was..."

It’s only the singularity of the singer, who has been helping to bathe himself. It’s not the imaginary and light-hearted Ning Fan, but the aunt.

She sighed a little, and secretly thought about it, in a word, she asked her nephew.

She is the acolyte of the wonderful words. Naturally, she should be bathed by her wonderful words, not her, but who else...

"How long have I been in a coma..." Miao Yanxian dispelled the thoughts of God and asked the nephew.

"If you return to your master, the owner has been in a coma for three days..."

"Three days! That is to say, the blood sacrifice has been gone for four days, **** it! It has been a coma for too long!"

Miao Yan Xian Zun Xiu Yi, and asked a lot of questions, such as where the monk who saved her is.

Some inquiry. Miao Yan Xian Zun gradually revealed the color of sigh, this only knows that the person who saved himself, named Zhao Jian.

Even the children. All saved by Zhao Jian...

"What is Zhao Jian? If the friend of this Taoism saves me, most of me at the moment has become a dead person... This is a great grace, can not be forgotten..." Wonderful words said to himself.

Suddenly. The wonderful words of the immortal beauty shocked, what was sensed, and pulled a towel. Wrapped in the body, the figure flashed, appeared in front of the window, incredulously looking at the sky of Tianman City.

Above the sky, there are actually two ancient images, approaching a little bit...

The two ancient statues are actually locked in her breath, looking for it all the way!

...

Three days have elapsed since the death of Wonderful Immortal. For the whole three days, Miao Yan Xian Zun has been unconscious.

The broken continent has long been under the control of Ning Fan, flying out of the dead door interface, but nowhere to go, but there is no target.

During the coma of Miao Yanxian, Ning Fan also turned over the storage bag of the wonderful words.

He automatically ignored the various small aprons in the storage bag, just wanted to find out if there was any contact with the storage bag, and he could get in touch with Xianzun.

However, it is a pity that Ning Fan did not find what he needed.

The broken continent flies aimlessly in the interface of various living gates, and the people who control the flight of the mainland are replaced by four ethnic groups such as Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua ancestors.

The four people naturally do not have the level of supernatural power of the golden light, but under the joint force, coupled with the power of the cross-air stone, it can also make the broken continent all the way slowly.

Wonderful words are not awake, Ning Fan suffered no fruit, and then broke into the Xuanyin world three days ago, began to deal with some chores. For the sake of nature, it is naturally in the wild and looting, further increasing the power of self-protection.

The first thing that needs to be dealt with is the innate archery, followed by the huge number of killing incense.

Time returned to three days ago.

In the Xuanyin world, in the west of the Dongfu, Ning Fan sat cross-legged and placed two long bows in front of him.

One is a long-horned longbow, which is a candle bow.

The other is a blood-colored iron-tire bow, which is the innate archery spirit that Ning Fan took from Fan Lianxiu.

At this moment, the **** iron tire bow constantly suffocates, trying to break free of the seal, always locking Ning Fan with murder.

As for the Longhorn Longbow, he kept saying that he would like to please Ning Fan's words. The purpose of pleasing is nothing more than to devour another blood bow.

"Master, you know how much the bow of the small bow respects you. In addition to the former master, the little bow has never admired anyone! No, compared with you, the former master of the small bow is not as good as a shit!"

"Master, you will do well, give that congenital bow spirit to the little devouring!"

"Master, how can you bear to see that I have been pleading for you, so lonely as snow..."

In the ear, it is the words of the candle bow.

Ning Fan did not pay attention to the candle bow bow spirit, his eyes came back and forth between the Longhorn longbow and the **** longbow, and the brows sometimes wrinkled, and it seemed that something was difficult to choose.

There are five levels of spirit: the product, the fairy, the day after tomorrow, the second congenital, the congenital.

Among the four days and nine worlds, the vast majority of the monks in the hands of the magic weapon are just the only things, only a few second-step strange, qualified to have a fairy.

The celestial spirit is extremely rare. Generally, only the grotesque geeks can have the genius.

The second congenital spirit is almost as rare as the innate magic weapon. Basically, only the Emperor of the Emperor, can qualify to have such a high-level spirit.

As for the innate instrumental spirit... that kind of thing, Ning Fan only heard about it in ancient books, never heard of it in four days, and which monk monk has the innate spirit in hand.

The rareness of congenital spirits far exceeds the innate magic weapon. The level of spirit is that the Emperor is not qualified to control...

The five swordsman's little gimmicks in Ningfan's sword bag are just the only things when they first meet. Although Ning Fan later gave five swords of swords, they warmed each other. Gradually upgraded to the ranks of Xianpin, but want to be promoted to the spirit of the day after tomorrow, almost nowhere in the future...

It is difficult to improve the level of the instrument, but it can be seen.

The role of the spirit is to enhance the magic power of the magic weapon.

If Ning Fan has a bow magic weapon of the 12th day of the day, and then add a congenital spirit in the bow body, then the power of the magic weapon can almost cross the limits of the day after tomorrow, and compete with the real innate magic weapon. under!

Between the same kind of spirit. You can swallow each other to improve your level.

Blood Bow Bow Spirit is an innate level. The bow of the candle bow is also an innate level.

If the candle bow bow can swallow the blood bow bow spirit. Even if you can't advance to the innate, you can greatly improve your strength.

In the same way, if the blood bow bows engulf the candle bow bow, it will have the same effect...

Ning Fan’s heart is difficult to choose. I don't know which bow to keep, to swallow another bow.

Blood bow bow spirit, fierce and unable to control; candle bow bow spirit. Noisy and boring, and often rebellious.

If Ning Fan still has a third obedient bow spirit, the Baozheng will directly feed the two innate bows in front of the eyes as food...

"Blood bow! I ask you, if I give you a chance to let you swallow this dragon-horn bow, you can surrender to me!"

Ning Fan pointed to the blood bow a little, the blood bow seal was slightly untied, and the blood bow immediately turned into a **** teenager.

The young boy’s eyes were cold and ruthless. He did not answer the question of Ning Fan at all, and he was too lazy to look at the bow of the candle.

Once the human form appeared, the young man immediately cruelly smiled, revealing a mouthful of fangs and biting it at Ningfan.

Ning Fan shook his head and pointed his finger to the younger one, making the boy scream and once again become a bow.

This young boy only served Fan Lianxiu, but he was very tempered, but unfortunately he could not use it for him. As a result, there is no room for him to stay...

The blood bow bow spirit does not respond to Ning Fan's words, but the candle bow bow has spirits!

When the candle bow bowed, Ning Fan actually moved to preserve the blood bow and abandon his own intentions. He couldn’t stop shaking, half was angry and half was fear.

Ning Fan was willing to take him to feed the blood bow! Such a lack of morality, even want to come out!

"Master! You must have this idea! The little bow is good to be with you for decades. How can you feed the little bow to it for a little bowel who just came! You are like a new one!"

"The master, the little bow has also taught you anti-spirit, no credit, no hard work, you, you, how can you do this to me!"

Seeing Ning Fan’s unmovable look, the candle bow bowed in the heart of the big fear, how the heart thought of a way to save Ning Fan’s decision.

In any case, he does not want to be eaten by other bows...

"The blood bow is too big to use, or can you only keep the candle bow..."

Ning Fan shook his head and pointed his finger at the candle bow, slightly unlocking the candle bow seal. The candle bow bowed and shook, and immediately turned into a wretched old hunchback old man.

"Candle bow! I ask you, if I give you the opportunity to swallow the blood bow, how can you repay me! What good can it bring me!"

Upon hearing this question, the old man with a candle bow and a magical hunchback immediately slammed into the ground and cried!

Ning Fan asked this sentence, that is, he has the possibility of living, for him, it is simply good news!

"Master... Master! Small is much more useful than that stupid bow. The benefits that can be brought to you are much more! The killing incense that was collected in the purple gourd before the master, the number is huge, the small has been sensed. Small Can help you to smash those fragrant incense into a fragrant rocket! Not a normal fragrant rocket, but a small former master to teach a small 'seven fragrant rocket'!"

"With a small bow level, the success rate of refining the six-color rocket is almost 100%. There is no difficulty in shooting an arrow at the beginning!"

"The master can know that the success rate of the small refining colorful rockets is also as high as that! The colorful fragrant rockets are the ones of the ancient celestial sects, and they can also be hit hard! If the master will give the blood bow to the small devour Oh, hey, small, confident to increase the success rate to 20%!"

At the end, the old man on the hunchback wiped his tears, and some of them disdainfully pointed to the blood bow.

"Like this ordinary congenital bow spirit, at most, it is also a fragrant rocket that shoots and kills the air. It is definitely not as good as a small one..."

Ning Fan looked moved and seemed to think of a scene with Fan Lianxiu.

When Fan Lianxiu possesses the ancient figure, he can make the shot of the fragrant rocket power reach the fairy. But once you lose the ancient image, the power of the ancient image is lost, and the fragrant rocket is only the power to shoot the peak of the air...

Severe, not the fragrant rocket that the blood bow is condensed, but Fan Lianxiu...

The six-color fragrant rocket in the bow of the candle bow, the power has been above the blood bow.

If the candle bow bow really can produce the so-called colorful incense rocket, one arrow hits the ancient fairy, and can not say, Ning Fan wants to be heart-warming.

It’s just that the authenticity of the candle bow is still to be verified.

"First refine a six-color rocket to show me, use this arrow to prove that what you said is true!"

(1/1) No more, wash and sleep... (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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