Grasping Evil

Readx; "Good corpse is dead, now!"

As the eyeballs whispered, the leftmost giant image continued to have stone chips peeling off, and the appearance was no longer blurred, and gradually became clear.

If the words are here, they will be shocked again, because the appearance of this giant statue is exactly the same as that of the four ancestors.

It was a statue of a middle-aged man. There was a black moon totem on the right side of the man. It was the clan of the dead. His hands are entwined with countless lines, his eyes are compassionate, and there is a sorrow in his compassion. That sadness was extremely infectious and quickly spread throughout the valley.

Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake was also infected by this sadness, which evoked the saddest memories in his heart.

He remembered his mother, pale face, sacrificed all the demon blood, turned into a stone statue, just to save the child's life.

He remembered his father, in the palm of the Emperor's calculations, sad and desperate, and lost a little bit of memory of his heart.

He remembered the old devil. In that year, on the city of Qimei, the old devil was abolished by the uncle, and the old demon showed his old sad expression for the first time, such as a coveted old man.

Ning Fan suddenly burst into shock, and when he did not know, he had already shed tears.

He was assimilated by the sadness of the ancient statues of the dead, this sadness, there is a magical power that makes people feel the same!

"Who is like this, there is such a strong sadness that makes me sink into it and can't extricate myself!"

Ning Fan’s thoughts rushed out of the lake and saw the image of the sorrowful death that was constantly spreading.

"Oh, this is the statue of the Emperor of the Fallen, the kid, look at the style of the Emperor of Heaven in the North. To break the blessing technique, you can't miss his strength."

The eyes are grotesque. Answered. The heart is secretly embarrassing.

"Don't die, I have a good relationship with each other. I borrowed your strength today. You shouldn't mind it. Hey, you are dead. How can you mind, even your niece is dead, now Heaven and earth, old knowledge, it is really lonely."

He continued to motivate the supernatural powers, and he had words in his mouth. The ancient image of the dying, the pressure is getting heavier and heavier, making the entire valley. They are all under his pressure.

The pressure, like an invisible hand, suddenly shot, smashed toward the direction of the lake, Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake, immediately felt a tear of tears. It seems that at this moment, his way is torn open by the invisible hand!

In the right half of the body, the blood immediately oozes out of the skin, dyes the white clothes on the body, and dissolves in the lake.

Then. Even the flesh and blood are dissolved in the lake a little bit, leaving only the bones of the skin under the flesh.

Losing flesh and blood, Ning Fan’s right half of his body suddenly seemed dry. The clothes are attached to the bones and have an empty feeling.

With the dissolution of half of the body, the power of blessings of the gods of Ning Fan is weakened, and one thousandth is weakened.

At this time, there was a huge undead air in the lake, and the body invaded into the right half of Ning Fan.

The power of immortality seems to be incompatible with the power of his yin and yang magical veins, as if it were born of two hostile forces and could not coexist.

This is the case, the power of immortality still nourishes the physical body of Ning Fan. then. There was a strange scene at the bottom of the lake.

Ning Fan has only white bones in his right body and can't see flesh and blood. The left half of the body is still nourished by the immortality of the body, as intact.

gradually. Undead power wrapped around the skeleton of Ning Fan, making the empty bones above, and immediately there was a scene of flesh and blood reorganization.

There are only a few breaths, and Ning Fan’s right half body is re-molded at the bottom of the lake, which is not quite different from the previous body!

"Not enough! The evil corpse is ink, now!"

The eyeballs blame on the second giant image, and snorted without a good breath. "Yin ink, ink, you are my body, I am your eye, you and I are one, I use your strength, Not too much?"

There is a word in the eyeballs, and the second giant image is gradually clear.

It was an image of an old man with an upper body wrapped in a animal skin skirt, and the hair was tied into countless small shackles.

Its appearance is clearly consistent with the ancient elephants on the ninth floor of Tianzhu!

This is the statue of the aging ink ancestors! Ning Fan's eyes are slightly moving. First, the image of death, followed by the image of ink and ink. What is the connection between the two?

On the ancient statue of the dead, there is a sadness that cannot be achieved.

On the ancient image of Yin Mo, there is almost crazy killing.

A violent killing of the storm suddenly vented from the shadow of the ink and ink, and pressed down the entire valley.

This killing is no less than the sadness of the fallen emperor, and it will also cover Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly became bloody, and the tyrannical killing began to breed.

It is a kind of killing that is almost unrecognizable by the six parents. Any creature that appears in front of us must kill, kill, kill!

"This killing is very similar to the feeling of erosion of the power of robbing. Today, my blood ravage has been small, this killing, can't mess with my mind!"

Ning Fan robbed the red mans with a flash of his body, and his life would dispel this killing.

He can allow himself to be moved by sadness, but he does not allow himself to be irritated by reason.

As the second ancient image came to the fore, the torn force of blessing on Ning Fan immediately doubled!

This time, even the body of Ning Fan's left half began to dissolve. With the undead force blessing, the dissolved part was quickly reorganized.

"It's still not enough. Is it necessary to use the power of the corpse of my own, use it, use it, don't die, the younger brother borrows your strength, offends, blame," the eyeball blame looked at the third giant statue. Looks cautious and seems to be afraid of the third colossus.

"This corpse is not dead, now!"

Rumble!

The sound of the eyeballs just fell, and above the valley, there were countless black clouds. Those who robbed the clouds, all of them are all undead!

A black thunder, falling from the sky, Wan Lei roaring, the appearance of the third giant statue is a little bit clear.

It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with long hair and ordinary appearance, but his eyes were so embarrassing that he could not look at it.

I can't describe the sly look, as if in his eyes, there is a whole piece of starry sky.

That look. There is even more unforgettable thoughts, that is the thought of the starry sky of the old country.

This miss is silent. But in an instant, Ning Fan will be covered. Brought up the feelings of Ning Fan homesickness.

Ning Fan seems to resonate with the third ancient image, as if he could feel the emotions that have been passed down to the ancient elephants many years ago.

I am homesick, I really want to think about it, but I am not in the mood of the ancient elephant, not the emotion of Ning Fan.

In the eyes of the third ancient statue, two lines of blood and tears suddenly flowed down. His home is no longer there, no longer

"This is the statue of the undead emperor. Look at this, this person is the No. 1 Emperor under the Emperor of the Purple Emperor! Even if he is seen by the Holy Land, he must be polite!" The eyeballs are full of looks. The color of awe.

The next moment, a horrible momentum that was only seen in Ning Fan’s life, suddenly suppressed from the ancient image!

That momentum is several times stronger than that of the ancient emperor!

That is the momentum of the first Emperor under the Emperor of the Purple Emperor!

At this moment, there was a loud old voice between heaven and earth. That is the echo buried in the reincarnation of the heavens!

That was the undead emperor many years ago, unwilling to swear!

"Wu Zidou Xian Xiu, born against the robbery. There is no regret in the bones, life and death are all purple bucket fairy!"

"The world is in the people, the dead are dead! This seat is here to swear, this life, swear to kill the enemy outside the field, return to the country!"

"I took out the evil body, but the evil body betrayed the purple bucket fairyland, and the robbery of the Lord, became the nine generations of the gods. This is the hatred of my life."

"The good corpse bears the sorrow of my life, and I will stay here in the fantasy world. It is the last home of the Purple Dou Xian Xiu, and it will leave you with self-protection."

"Good corpse waiting for me to kill the monks outside the domain. I will come here and take you home."

A voice rang out over the valley, which was the echo of the undead emperor left in the reincarnation of the heavens, which stretched through the ages and passed down to this day.

I heard this voice again, and the eyes of the eyeballs suddenly became a little wet, and it was tears.

But he quickly received tears and concentrated on manipulating the law.

He must help Ning Fan break the blessing technique! Then, kill the ink!

Because this is the hate of the undead emperor, he wants to help the undead!

"The law of immortality, the command of the Secretary is the fate of the heavens, all listen to me! Not dead star, now!"

The eyeballs suddenly spurred the magical powers, and in the lake, suddenly a little **** fog flew toward the sky.

Over the valley, it turned into a night. In the endless night, there is a star, which is especially eye-catching and slowly descending. It is the blood fog.

It is a purple star, containing a terrible undead!

Its name, not a dead star! Among the undead emperors, there were nine star points in the right eye. This undead star is one of the nine star points.

It’s just above this purple star, I don’t know why, the crack is dense.

"The undead emperor once fought a warrior with a foreign monk, was besieged by twelve saints, and the fourth magic star of the right eye was smashed. The broken star point turned into a drop of black blood flowing out of the black blood, containing the undead emperor. Half-life memories and thoughts, there is a trace of inheritance left in this heritage, only uncultivated monks can be obtained. Others, can not get"

"Unfortunately, since ancient times, in addition to the undead emperor, there has never been a second uncultivated monk. This blood is passed down, fearing that no one can get it." The eyeball blame is not known, there is a second undead monk in the world. Born, named the commander, has not grown up, and was hacked to death by Ning Fan.

"In order to help this kid break the blessing technique, the old man even used the blood of the inheritance. The old man got a **** this time. I hope this kid will not let the old man down and must kill the ink!"

The eyeballs suddenly screamed, and the purple stars over the valley immediately turned into a purple light and slammed toward the lake.

Ning Fan at the bottom of the lake, his eyes changed suddenly, and he watched a purple mangling rushing toward his body.

He wanted to avoid it, but the voice of the eyeballs came in at this moment, letting him dispel the evasive thoughts.

"This is not a dead star, it is the fourth of the undead emperor's right eye and nine magical stars. It is the key to breaking the blessing technique. Accept it!

Next, your body will collapse and reorganize thousands of times, and without its power, you will fall into a thousand crashes! "The eyeball blame suddenly reminded.

At the moment when the reminder sounds. Ning Fan's flesh, began to appear the first collapse, crazy collapse!

This time. Not only flesh and blood, but even the bones began to collapse. Starting from the right hand, then the entire right half, and then the whole body.

Only one moment, Ning Fan's robes smashed, the whole body turned into a blood fog collapse, leaving only the gods, left alone at the bottom of the lake.

Even if the body collapses, there is still a strong blessing power above the Yuanshen. Make the **** of Ning Fan unable to fly away from the land of physical collapse!

At this moment, the purple starlight flew into the Ning Fan Yuanshen, Ning Fan Yuanshen's small face hesitated a little, after all, did not resist this force.

He chose to believe in eyeballs once, after all, he did not believe that the eyeballs were a dead end, and he had no choice.

Once the purple starlight was injected, the **** of Ning Fan immediately caged into the pale purple light.

The body that had collapsed into a **** fog was only an instant. It was reorganized, but immediately, the body collapsed again.

Reorganization. Crash, reorganization, collapse and reorganization and reorganization are a torment of the will.

It seems that there is a small blade that cuts your flesh and blood in an inch.

It seems that there is an iron chisel that cuts through your bones a little.

It seems that there is a steel tongs, pull out your nails in pieces, and smash your phalanx one by one.

Then, it is a new birth. Then, it was the next round of severe pain.

Under the blessing of the power of the formation. That kind of severe pain has been magnified many times. Ning Fan has always been cold-eyed.

His will has experienced too much tempering and such pain. He tasted too much and was already numb.

It was only after repeated physical collapse that he eventually brought a small injury to Ning Fan’s Yuanshen. This injury could not be ignored.

After ten crashes, Ning Fan Yuanshen’s face was pale as paper.

After 20 crashes, Ning Fan’s **** has been somewhat illusory.

Thirty times, forty times, the **** of Ning Fan, finally disappeared, and consciousness gradually lost. When the Yuanshen is scattered, he will die, like many people who died on the road, and die silently.

Will you be willing?

Willing to die like this nameless name!

Willing to be so ruined by the ink and ink ancestors!

No, not reconciled!

"Can't be scattered!" Ning Fan's god, his expression suddenly paranoid as a demon. He doesn't want to dissipate, so even this day, he can't let him dissipate!

The lost consciousness was forcibly recalled by him!

The Yuanshen, who is on the verge of stagnation, is forced to stabilize by his power to act!

His paranoia seems to have been inductive with the purple starlight. The purple starlight began to feel the warmth of the silk, making his gods more and more solid, and the consciousness became clearer.

His spirit is unprecedentedly concentrated, as if there is a voice, suddenly in the voice of Ning Fan, I do not know where to come from, it is difficult to find.

"Think homes and think very much"

"This blood, my half-life memories and my thoughts about my hometown"

Who is it, who is talking?

When a strong attack came, Ning Fan only realized that the sea was in pain, and the consciousness suddenly fell into a illusion.

No, it is not an illusion, but a broken and messy memory.

In that memory, there was a barbarian teenager wrapped in animal skin who fled on the grassland.

He is just an ordinary barbarian, not repaired. Behind him, several pioneers drive the flying sword, chasing after him all the way, playing with him.

Escape, you must escape!

The distant tribe has already been bloody, and Abba is dead. My grandmother is dead. His homeland has been invaded by Ziwei Xianyu. His loved ones were killed by the high-profile Ziwei monks.

Home, no more

"Play enough, don't chase it, kill this kid, you can go back to the cross." A young boy was tired of playing, and he sacrificed a flying sword in his hand. A sword shot the barbarian teenager who was desperately running away.

The barbarian teenager only felt a pain coming, and the eyes were getting darker and he fell on the ground.

He, is this dead, is it death?

If you die, you can see Abba and Ama. Can you go home after you die?

At the time of dying, the barbarian teenager showed a warm smile, and it might be better to die than to live.

The body of the barbarian teenager fell to the ground, and the few monks of the dynasty landed on the ground. Prepare to cut off the head of the barbarian boy and go back to ask for help.

Just then, the sky in the entire grassland. Suddenly turned into a large piece of purple.

There is also a man who is caged in purple light, with a slight gaze. Walking towards the body of the barbarian teenager.

The man was in the purple coat, and the style was absolutely unremarkable. There was no trace of the air flowing out of the body, but it gave people a sense of incompetence.

A few of the dynasty monks suddenly stunned, how can they not know the man in front of them, this is a famous stranger of Ziwei, Beidou two fairy tales!

"It is him! The arrogant monk who is from the purple bucket!"

"This time a few months ago, I killed the three thousand deaths of Ziwei Xianhuang by myself. There were 16 saints who died in his hands! The whole Ziwei Xianyu is now wanted by this person!"

"It is rumored that after this person left, he even met with the Emperor Beidou. After the war, he retired. When this person did not enter the fourth step, he had the power to fight with the fourth step. If the fourth step, the gods Among the emperors, who can fight against it!"

"Is it going to die? It is rumored that this person is murderous and violent. We meet this person and have a life-saving truth."

A few of the younger generations trembled and kept scared.

The purple youth did not look at a few juniors. Just a little bit, these juniors immediately burst into a **** fog, screaming and dying.

How about bullying? These few dynasty monks, each killing a lot of barbarians, a lot of cause and effect.

If you dare to kill, you must have the consciousness of being killed.

"Ziwei, Beidou, two great immortals, have completely surrendered to the dusty world. Do you want to listen to the dusty world, besieged the ancient sages, and the Beidou has fallen to this point?"

"Abandoned ancient, Ziwei, Beidou and the three circles joined hands. Plus the dusty strong, the ancient barren is afraid that it will soon be broken. It is too slavery. It must be one more."

The purple youth closed their eyes slightly, under the big age. He is difficult to protect himself, unable to change the status quo.

Did not enter the fourth step, the end is the ants, he is only four lines away from the fourth step, but still far away

He has not seen his way.

"My way, what is it?"

The young purple dress looked at the ancient barbarian in the sky, and suddenly there was some irritability in his heart.

He hates such war-torn comprehension circles. Every day, there are countless mortals and weak people who die in turmoil.

It’s like this barbarian teenager in front of you, being used as a teasing tool by the monks, and after being teased, it is cruelly killed.

"Well? Not dead?" The purple-shirted youth suddenly snorted.

It was the barbarian teenager who fell in the pool of blood. He was sore and crawled up from the ground.

This boy is indeed a mortal who has no cultivation.

This boy, the heart was smashed by the flying sword, and still alive.

This young boy, it seems that having a certain physical constitution does not become a real world.

"How come I am not dead like this!"

The barbarian teenager suddenly burst into tears.

A father is dead, only he is still alive.

what is this!

"Why the weak are going to be bullied by the strong, killing, why, who is the rule!"

The barbarian teenager did not notice that there was a purple youth standing next to him, only crying about himself.

The purple-shirt youth, but was swayed by the words of the barbarian teenagers, and confused for many years, with a clear understanding.

"The rule is, the road to the fourth step, the difference is this. I have not set my own rules!"

The purple-shirted youth looked at the barbarian teenager deeply and asked, "What is your name?"

The barbarian teenager was shocked and found that there were others nearby. At first glance, he was so scared that he forgot to cry.

The alluvial orders of the purple youths have already been sent to the major fairy tales. Even if they are mortals, there are many who recognize him. They regard him as a demon who does not blink.

"I am called Yinmo", the barbarian boy replied weakly.

Ning Fan was shocked and revived from his memory.

He actually saw the memories of the undead emperor!

Just in the memory of the undead emperor, why is there a sinister ink ancestor, why is there a purple singer!

Not dead, Yin ink, dying, these three people seem to have some kind of unclear connection

What surprised Ning Fan in particular was that he actually saw the fourth step of the Purple Doo King in this memory!

In the memory of the purple bucket, apparently has not yet stepped into the fourth step, becoming a generation of emperors.

But he is very close to the fourth step and sends a sentence.

‘My way, what is it’

‘The rule is, the way to the fourth step, the difference is this. I have not yet set my own rules! ’

Ning Fan’s second step, the real fairy, actually heard the understanding of the fourth step of the Purple Emperor. Although there are only two simple sentences, it is enough to shock him.

Is this a sneak step and sees the road to the fourth step?

How many saints have spent their entire lives and can't find a way to break through the fourth step. He has seen it so simply, from the memories of the undead emperor (to be continued)

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