Grasping Evil

At first, it was the smell of fat powder that permeated the world. It was not heavy, it was as shallow as water, but with a hint of sweet smell. 800

Then, between heaven and earth, there was no flower rain in the endless, and the white petals fell, I don’t know what the flowers are, and there is a kind of fascinating beauty.

The eyeball blame was suddenly heavy, and I really didn't know what organ he used to breathe.

"The four generations of the goddess Xizi painting, the most beautiful **** in the history of the ancient barbarian! I can't think of the old man who can really see this legendary beauty, good, good!"

In the sound of the eye-catching geeks, in the sky, a shadow of an ancient city suddenly appeared.

It was an extremely ruined city, with a war in the city and a bone on the long street.

In the center of the city, there is an ancient palace, which is falling a little bit in the fire.

In the sky above the palace, a large number of gods began to emerge. Among those gods, a woman wearing a light pink gauze appeared slowly.

She landed outside the palace, standing under a cherry tree, watching the palace that collapsed in the flames of war, silent.

Under the veil, her beautiful curves are looming. She lifted her wrists, slender hands, and the white cockroaches were inconsistent with the surrounding war.

She gently licked the silk, and there was an indescribable expression in her manners, and there was an indescribable mourning.

Her appearance is very beautiful, like a picture of a quiet old age, just in her black jewel-like eyes, "but with a trace of sadness."

That is the sadness that only the people who have ruined the country can have.

Her chest was filled with a broken sword covered with blood rust, and there was blood flowing in the wound.

The blood made the original, she was filthy, but it added a sinister beauty.

She is a shadow of the mountains and seas left by the four generations of the gods, and the body has already died.

This war, this fallen palace. This broken sword, this blood is exactly what she did before her death.

Ning Fan jumped into the bottom of the lake, and the undead force in the lake immediately poured into the body, beware of the upcoming eighth damage.

The vision of the outside world has not passed through the thoughts of Ning Fan. The four generations of sacred gods are indeed beautiful, but it is not to be said that the beauty of the world is eclipsed, the sun and the moon are dull.

But the sorrow and sorrow in her body is very touching.

"Front convex back, it really is the most beautiful big man of the old man! Haha. You can see this woman, even if the old man is going to die at this moment, it is not awkward!" "The eyeball is a flower-like idiot, stupid haha ​​staring The sky, the drooling of the water, everything that happened to the outside world has already begun to be ignored.

He has been completely fascinated by the beauty of the four generations of the gods, stunned and deeply indulged. Inextricable.

Not only the eyeballs, but even the Ningfan in the lake, there is gradually a sense of inability to extricate themselves, and the eyes suddenly shocked.

Let Ning Fan feel unable to extricate himself. It is not the beauty of a woman, but the power of a fascinating sensation.

These four generations of sacred gods, repaired is actually the way of charm! Her beauty may not be enough to impress the heart of Ning Fan. But the power of her charm is enough to make most men in the world lose their minds.

It is the rules of the heavens and the law that seem to be worshipped under her skirt. The direction of the flow has shifted, forming a looming ring shadow around her back.

It is like the ring of the beginning of the Holy Spirit!

The four generations of sacred gods are not the first sacred, but their charm is strong enough to charm the avenue, so that the avenue willingly violates the rules and creates the ring of the beginning of the holy, even if she is not the first holy

"In the world, someone can practice the charm to this point, even the avenue can be charmed!"

Ning Fan’s heart was secretly shocked. The yin and yang locks in Dantian continued to convey the power of coolness, which made him not indulge in the infinite charm of the four generations.

If he is a chaotic ancient descendant, with a yin and yang lock, he is afraid to be like a blind eye, and screaming at this woman, smirking, afraid that it is also like the avenue of the heavens, completely indulge in front of this woman.

It’s terrible to have such a charm in the heavens and the earth.

"Since the savage country has perished, very few people have been able to cross the road to the eighth."

The voice of the four generations of the gods is very nice, there is a kind of sweet and sweet feeling, but the tone has a kind of mourning that cannot be erased.

Her gaze shifted away from the shadow of the war-torn palace, sweeping the lake below.

At first glance, she saw the silly haha's eyeballs, concentrating on the gaze, and slightly disdain. Another sinker

In her life, she has seen too many men who fell down in their skirts. Some people are coveting her beauty, and some are indulging in her charm.

Too much, too much, so much that she can only lick her fingers and count how many men can stay awake in front of her.

This eyeball blame is nothing but the shackles that sink in her skirt, not worth mentioning.

Her gaze moved away from the eyeballs, and then swept to the lake, with a slightly mournful look, but it seemed to be sharper than any flying sword, and easily penetrated the black ink lake and saw the Ningfan at the bottom of the lake.

Her gaze was very clear, like the water that formed after the melting of the early spring. But the clarity, when I found out that Ning Fan had no desire to read, there was a hint of microwave, and the corner of the lips was a rare smile.

"You surprised me, because you, like other men, are indulging in front of me. Are you going to cross the eighth-damaged monk. You, very good."

In the past few years, the four generations of the sacred gods once praised people for the first time. Only when she noticed the blood of Ning Fan’s body, the eyebrows rushed to the scene and looked back into a cold.

"You, not a man, you are too robbing!"

The eyes of the four generations of the gods are getting colder and colder, and even the temperature of the whole world is plummeting.

Ning Fan vest did not come from a cold, under the woman's spy, he actually had a feeling of being naked, as if there was no secret, and the woman in front of her eyes.

Before, the eyeballs can see through everything. But Tagu can't do this, even if Tagu is a seven-generation god.

This woman, like a blind eye, has seen everything in her life. She is stronger than Tagu.

"If you are not too robbing, maybe I will still be merciful. Now, I will not keep my hands."

Unlike Tagu’s treatment of the former sorrowful sorrows and slaves, this weak woman does not hide the dislike of the tyrannical spirit.

She is the fourth generation of the gods, and the ancient barbarian is falling in her hands.

The shadow of the palace under her feet is once a savage capital, but it fell in the flames of war!

The broken sword on her chest. It is the sharp blade that took her life. It is the treasure of the ancient Emperor, but it was destroyed by her.

She is the last sacred **** standing in the history of the ancient barbarian. Since then, the ancient gods have been slaves of too robbing spirits, such as Natagu.

And she, no!

For her, too much robbery is not the main race, but the enemy that destroys her country and her family.

It is a dead enemy!

"Take the order of my Xizi painting, call the tomb of the ancient man. For this child to bury!"

Four generations of sacred gods lightly raised their hands, and moved toward Ningfan, and the whole world immediately changed at this moment!

Between the mountains and the sea, there is a glimpse of the ancient battlefield, flooding the land where Ning Fan is!

Unreal shadows, replace the real world!

The lake was gone, the ruins of the valley were gone, and the eyes were gone.

Ning Fan is alone. Standing in an ancient battlefield, behind them are a **** tribe and a city.

On the grasslands in front of them, there are broken limbs everywhere, and the magic weapon is destroyed. Collapsed mountain peaks. a river that was cut off by a sword, a broken sky

"Here, where is it!"

Ning Fan closes his eyes and puts aside the illusion in front of him. He can feel his body, still soaking at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by cold lake water.

But his soul. His consciousness seems to be mixed in this mysterious space.

Is this the space formed by the four generations of the gods?

"You are too robbing, then you will receive preferential treatment, your eighth loss, different from other people." The words of the four generations of the gods are full of hostility.

Ning Fan’s heart sank slightly. Before the eyeballs were swearing, everyone’s eighth loss was the same.

Nonsense, he was treated specially, I am afraid that the eighth loss of others will not be taken into this battlefield space.

The eighth loss of ordinary people is already difficult to climb to the sky. His eighth loss is estimated to be more dangerous than ordinary people, and it is more difficult to spend.

This four generations of sacred gods seem to have deep hostility towards the blood of his tyrannical spirit.

"The tomb of ancient barbary is the holy land of barbarians. The ruined city of war, the barbarians who died in battle, will be here. You are where the fourth tomb, the first floor, the place where it is, almost all died. You are a barbarian warrior in the hands of the Cang family. If you want to get through the eighth damage, you will kill these fighters again, you may do it!"

The voices of the four generations of the sacred gods echoed between the heavens and the earth. At the moment of this sound, a dead body with a complete or broken face stood up in confusion.

Ten people, a hundred people, and thousands of unclear dead bodies, covered the entire battlefield, stood up one by one.

Among them, there is the body of the first monk, and the body of the second step of the monk, but the highest is only a fate.

Repaired to a higher dead body, buried in the higher level of the barren grave.

At this moment, they seem to have regained their lives. With glory, they saw Ning Fan!

The sound of a gnashing tooth was heard from the barbaric population who had died for many years.

"Too too robbing spirit"

More and more savage eyes become blood red and are overwhelmed by hatred.

The most recent from Ning Fan is the savage repair of the seven gods. They have already died in countless years and died on the road of guarding the ancient barbarians.

Their bodies were taken up by the ancient tomb.

Their souls will remain between the mountains and the sea.

They hate too much robbery, now they want revenge! Revenge for Ning Fan, this too robbing spirit!

The seven gods were quite irrational, and they immediately chose to blew themselves as they approached Ning Fan.

They know that the cultivation is low, and they only want to blew themselves up, and they can hurt Ning Fan a little.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

The sound of self-destruction, wrapped in the blood of the sky, came from the ear. Then, it was the storm that was formed by seven self-destructive blasts, which drowned Ning Fan.

How is Ning Fan repaired? If you don't mention the robbing of blood, and you can repair it with a single statement, you will have a good mid-term, and you will be afraid of the self-destruction of the seven gods.

However, the smoldering temper of the seven gods who died in battle, but infected him, more infected with thousands of people after the seven men.

"Killing too robbing spirit!"

There are dozens of gods, savvy and savage, and they rushed to Ning Fan and chose to blew themselves.

There are also a number of shredded monks, rushing into the sky, turning into a few giant black feathers, and suddenly slammed into Ning Fan.

These few broken monks did not choose to blew themselves, but embraced the determination to fight with Ning Fan.

Ning Fan is solemn and solemn. He worships those who have faith and die for faith. But this does not mean that he will attack anyone and not fight back.

He can see that the savage repairs here are all characters who have been dead for many years. They have no life, but this place has a very weird way to keep the dead bodies in their will and continue to fight.

That weird road is similar to the undead, but it is plausible.

The people here are all dead, and they all have an unforgettable hatred for the spirit of too robbing.

Ning Fan’s eyes have apologized. But more is resolute, and he sang the sword of the giant bird of the sky above the sky.

Since I am in this battlefield, what Ning Fan can do is just to send the monarch to death.

斩 道 道 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑

This move angered more savage repairs, and more and more savage tidal waves generally rushed.

The first step of the monk, why not hundreds of millions! There are more than 100,000 immortals!

"The savage repair here. It is only part of the monks of the year. More savage bones are left, and there is no chance of convergence."

"They are all dead in the hands of you too robbing the spirits, and your family is ruined. You have seen the hatred in the hearts of the devotees."

"I am waiting for you on the seventh floor of the sacred tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to survive the eighth loss. If not, then die here. Use your blood for me." Pretty repair snow hate."

The voice of the four generations of the gods, the air in the air. If the wind is uncertain, it is difficult to capture traces.

Hundreds of millions of people repaired to Ning Fan, or blew themselves up, or cast a supernatural powers, and even their own people were affected by the self-destruction and supernatural powers, but no one retreated.

The will of all people is only to kill Ning Fan, only because Ning Fan is too robbing the spirit, is the enemy, not killing!

"burn!"

Faced with thousands of tidal waves, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spurted a black-red fire.

There is a dense flow of runes in the fire, with a kind of almost demon beauty. At first, there was only one fire, but once it was vacated, it immediately evolved into a sea of ​​fire, almost drowning the whole world!

When the fire burned, it was even more bursting with the sound of wind and thunder. For a time, the thunder and the sky between the heavens and the earth!

"This is the fire of the beast! You are not a beast, why do you have this fire!" There was a cold voice in the four generations of the gods.

The fire of the beast is unparalleled in the world. Throughout the ages, there have been countless fires repairing the flames of the beasts, trying to win some devouring, but all failed.

The fire of the beast is certainly unparalleled in the world, but it has another characteristic, that is, it cannot be used in combination with other flames.

Those fire repairs that want to devour the fire of the beast to enhance their own flames are simply impossible.

But this is too robbing the spirit, but it has done this. This is how the four generations of the gods are somewhat puzzled.

Naturally, she did not know that Ning Fan was a descendant of the ancient emperor, and he was repairing the "Yin and Yang" and "Chaotic Circle".

Among them, the yin and yang changes are the basis of chaos, and this martial art has the mysterious power of bringing together the different forces of the yin and yang.

Even the blood of the aliens, such as gods, demon, demon, and robbery, can be fused under the power of yin and yang, and the fire of the beasts in the area can naturally escape the devour of Ningfan.

Ning Fan's magic fire is already the level of the eleventh true fire, and has the hegemonic attack power of the fire of the beast.

This fire burned the world, and there were countless first steps of the monks burned into the fly ash by the magic fire.

These are the fate of those who have been cultivated for a deeper level. Under the attack of this magical fire, they can only work hard and have no counterattack.

Thousands of savage repairs were burned under the magic fire. Seeing this scene, the four generations of the sacred **** know that the corpse of the first layer of the ancient savage grave, the war is not more than Ning Fan, and then the war is only vain Corpse

"But, the first layer is your pass, you come to the second floor, don't destroy their bodies anymore."

Four generations of sighs and sighs, compromised.

The first layer, can not hurt, can only see the second layer.

As the four generations of the mythology fell, the original warriors who were so war-torn fell to the ground and changed back to the body.

In the sky, the light bursts and a ladder leading to the second floor appears.

There is also an old sealed wooden box that constantly appears in the sky (to be continued...) i1292

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