Grasping Evil

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"With my Yin ink, the nine heavens, seal!"

Before the ink and ink distracted from the hundreds of monks, the left eye of the deep trap suddenly appeared a **** red word. Suddenly, an unimaginable ban on the air, suddenly with the ink and ink as the center, toward the entire ninth layer of madness sweeping.

Hundreds of galloping monks, all of their eyebrows are at this moment, and a **** red ‘sealing’ word appears in a strange way, one by one falling back from the air, unable to fly again, and the look is drastic.

Even if it was Xuan Xuan, this fairy goddess, there was a sense of horror, and the yin and ink looked at it.

Who is this person! Turning around, you can form such a terrible force of forbidden, this means is simply unheard of!

"Is it now weak to such a degree?" In the face of God's distraction, even the vacant space can't be done."

Yin ink shook his head slightly, lifted the dry palm and grabbed it forward.

This grasping power seems to be able to hold the soul of heaven and earth in the palm of your hand and crush it. In the meantime, there are more than ten empty spaces and broken old monsters. The flesh collapses directly into the blood fog. It is sucked by the Yin ink, and all of them are swallowed into the belly. Even the gods and the demon can't escape.

Devouring some of the monks, the smell of the ink and ink is obviously stronger.

"The monk in the fantasy world, the flesh and blood tastes really bad." Yin ink indifferent.

The group’s heart has once again had a chill. When the person raises his hand, he can easily kill more than ten people, and he will not be able to do so easily.

What is this person coming to, is it a fairy king!

Why did he appear, why did he kill, is it... also for the ancient passage...

Xuan Xuan secretly runs the innate power of the sacred sorcerer, the first to smash the eyebrows and blood, and break the power of the ban.

The heart is speculating on the meaning of the ink, but suddenly there is the feeling of cold and cold, raising his head, facing the cold eyes of the Yin ink.

Do not know why. Xuan Xuan actually saw a trace of hatred from the eyes of Yin Mo. He doesn't know this person at all, how come he hates...

The next moment, you will see the Yin ink directly lift the palm, in the direction of him, press a five-finger palm print across the air.

"After the descendants of Zulong’s candle, let the gods see how many of its descendants have!"

That plain and flat palm, falling in the eyes of Xuan Xuan, is like a five-finger giant. There is a sense of invincibility.

Xuan Xuan seems to have seen an illusion, as if I saw this palm... I covered the sky, overturned the road, broke the mountains and seas, detained the sun, the moon and the stars, and turned down the ancient and modern years...

He seems to see the soul of hundreds of millions of strong people buried under the palm of his hand. There are too many people in it, which is many times stronger than him!

impossible! Who is this person! Actually killed so many strong people. He must have killed the Emperor and killed the Quasi-San... His hands, countless souls!

The body of Xuan Xuan could not be shaken by self-control. The Tao is not afraid of war!

No, no fear! I have an innate magic weapon in hand, and I may not be able to rival this person!

Xuan Xuan violently screamed, and the demon body suddenly turned into a high heaven. Waving the sorcerer's eyes and screaming at the ink and ink.

This slamming power has the power to destroy the world!

He is convinced. Even if you don't lose your ink, you won't lose it. However, the facts are far beyond his expectations.

The palm prints swept all the way, and the sky was actually very strange.

After an instant, the palm print was placed on top of the Van Gogh. For a moment, the sacred sacred scorpion spread on the gray, it was petrified, and after petrification, it lost all the power. With a bang, it broke into countless gravels and fell from the sky.

The palm print continued to fall, and a palm pressed on the Xuan Tianling, and the body of Xuan Xuan suddenly became petrified, and then the body began to shatter from the heavenly spirit, turning into countless huge stone collapses.

The mysterious realm of the sacred sacred realm, there are more innate magic weapons in hand, can not stop the Yin and ink distraction!

Only one hit, the treasure is destroyed, the people are dead!

"Good insurance! If the old man escapes the demon at the last minute, he will die!"

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the mysterious demon of Xuan Xuan appeared in front of everyone, with a deep horror.

Few elites of the Emperor can crush the innate magic weapon, the sturdiness of the innate magic weapon, world-famous, but broken by the ink and ink.

This person is too strong, like that Zhao Jian, it is not a victory for himself!

Damn it! The ancient passage is clearly close at hand, why is there such a fierce star, ran here to kill the ten!

"Not bad. District Xianzun is repaired, and can actually save his life from the hands of the god. You are qualified to stay alive and become a **** sacrifice."

Yin ink left eye shot a gray mans, right in the middle of the mysterious demon soul. However, listening to Xuan Xuan screamed, but it was gone, I do not know where it was taken by Yin ink.

"You...you are the nine generations of the gods!" Several Fan family ancestors, finally recognized the Yin ink, the expression could not help but get up and down.

The intelligence is not to say that the nine generations of the gods were suppressed on the top of the Tianzhu, can not get out of trouble? Why did you run out and still kill here!

"A few of you are also the ancestors of the Fan family. So, stay."

Without giving the opportunity to open a few ancestors, Yin and Yin directly used the power of the criminal mountain to take away the three ancestors out of thin air. The power of the criminal mountain was in power, and the three ancestors could not resist.

There are only a few breaths before and after. There are only one person left in this place. The remaining people, the demon two monks, and the total number of ten people.

Yin ink did not waste time, and his body shape flew directly into the crowd and began to kill.

Most monks were killed directly by him and swallowed up. There are also some, the ink is not killed for the time being, but it is taken away, it seems that there is still use.

The more flesh and blood that is swallowed, the stronger the distraction of the ink and ink, and the more sensation it brings, the more invincible it is.

At this moment, and the rest of the monks still have the mood to fight for the ancient passage, or save your life.

"Evacuate this place quickly!"

Xian Zun squirted a blood, forcibly broke the blood of the eyebrows, a roll of sleeves, with a large number of human monks fleeing toward the eighth floor.

The demon monks were not so lucky. They had no sanctuary, and they immediately became the target of the killing of the ink.

"The descendants of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors... the descendants of the murderous red sage... the descendants of the big demon Xuanzang..."

The more you kill the demon, the more coldness in the eyes of the ink. When he betrayed the purple bucket fairyland, he was chased by countless purple fights. Among them, there are many ancient monsters.

The Yaozu who entered the Jiuzhong Scorpio, many of them are descendants of the big demon, all the kills!

Soon, except for a few demon repairs were caught alive. Except for the sacrifice, most of them were eaten directly by him.

At this time, Xianzun had taken the rest of the Terran and fled to the eighth floor. His eyes were stunned, his body shape shook, and disappeared directly from the ninth floor. He appeared on the eighth floor and blocked in front of others.

"Hey, today's purple fighting fairy repair. Even the courage to fight a battle is gone! I am looking at the mountains..."

The Yinmo right eye shoots a gray mang, and in the air, the vision of the Jiushan virtual shadow is turned out, all of which are gray stone mountains.

"To kill for the sea..."

Under the Jiushan Mountain, there are more than eight seas of killing, and **** and sinister, it is the killing of Yin and Yin.

"Taking the soul as a tree..."

In the center of the sea of ​​killing, a thousand stone vines grow out, and there is a gray eye on the stone tree. Just like the left eye of the ink. Among the eyes, twelve months of teeth are sprungly rotating, and there is infinite magical power.

All the Terran monks included are lost in this moment. Showing a faint color, a pair of illusion.

"Fantasy is the prison!"

Throughout the eighth floor, the space is constantly broken, and numerous stone tree canes grow directly from the void cracks. Conceal a personal family monk.

The rattan bar seemed to have a stinger on it, and once it was tied to a monk, it immediately made the person into a real coma.

Many rattans are very creepy. Actually swallowed the flesh and blood of many monks, only the empty human skin...

For a long time, for a long time... The entire eighth layer of death, whether it is the person who escaped the eighth floor, or the monk who had reached the ninth floor in the future, was tied to the stone tree and turned into the nourishment of the stone tree.

"Today's Purple Dou Xiu repair is really weak... killing these people is too boring."

The gray ink of the left eye of the Yin and the ink flashed, the stone tree disappeared, and countless empty human skins fell from the sky.

Of course, those monks who have not been killed by stone trees, such as others, are captured by Yin and ink and kept for other purposes.

Yin ink has been felt for a while, and the entire nine-day monk's monk should have been disposed of completely.

The next thing, it is not the wilderness of the purple Doosan can be watched!

After getting out of the trap, go outside and kill the magical dreams of the emperor, those people, should be able to bring him a little revenge!

Humph!

The Yin ink turned back to the ninth floor. When I left, I suddenly turned back. My eyes seemed to pierce through countless interfaces, and suddenly I snorted.

Under this shackle, the outside of the demon's painted skin projections, directly slammed, and then smashed the skin.

And the monument of the dream Xuanzi plastic, also collapsed at this moment, destroyed in one fell swoop!

The sound of cold voice, even across the interface of the wilderness of the ancient land, directly passed to the ears of every Xiandi, such as the thunder of the general explosion.

The voice, carrying the killing of the ink and ink for a lifetime, and some of the immortal emperors who were repaired to be inferior, were shocked by the voice, and they felt hurt when they met Hai.

Even the sacred figure of the Emperor of Heaven and the patriarch of the real dragon was shocked by the snoring of the Yin and the ink.

"Who is this person! In the four days and nine circles (the land of the demon spirit), this person can almost be invincible, so strong, how can it appear in the nine heavens!" The two hundred people of the two emperors, while revealing the sound color.

There have been more and more accidents in the Nine Heavens, and I can’t think of the last moment, but I have killed such a fierce star.

With one person's power, the monks who fought for the passage of the two races were destroyed; and with the sound of a dividing line, hundreds of Xiandi strongmen were directly injured.

This person... is it to fight for the ancient passage...

Trouble, there is this person in... the ancient passage is afraid that it is not easy to grab...

The Yin ink figure swayed back to the top stone forest on the ninth floor. The seven ancestors still stood in the stone forest and did not escape.

I don't want to run, but his body, which has been completely petrified under the glory of the gray moon here. It is like a stone statue that can't move.

Yin and ink waved, the empty stone forest, and other stone statues.

Among them, there are stone statues of Xuan Xuan, some stone statues, stone statues of the first generation of Fanjia, the second ancestor, and the four ancestors, as well as the remaining ten stone statues. These stone statues are all captured by Yin and Mo.

Their expressions are somewhat horrified, and within their stone statues, there is still a little life that is not exhausted.

"There are still twelve hours, the surplus is robbed... the right eye, I am looking forward to this time, can reunite with you!"

Ink and ink split into the stone statues step by step, so that the distraction reintegrated into the stone statue.

Time passed by. After three hours, the gray moon in the ninth floor suddenly changed.

The gray moon is a full moon, and as time goes by, there is a scene of the moon dog food month.

After six hours, only half a month is left in the gray month.

After nine hours, the gray moon has only one aura-like outline.

After twelve hours, the gray moon disappeared completely, and the moonlight was lost. The entire ninth floor was dark.

Only the center of Shilin. The stone gate that stood tall and long, gradually has a strange light.

The Shimen Gate is an ancient passageway that the two emperors have painstakingly plotted, connecting the magical dream world and the three real worlds.

The light on the stone door is getting more and more prosperous. Gradually, there is a line of ancient words that appear on it.

I can't see clearly, there are very few second-step monks who can see the words.

The more vivid the letter. The smell of the ink stone statue is weaker, just like his cultivation, and everything he has dedicated to Shimen. It becomes a source of strength for Shimen characters to light up.

The weakest moment of surplus and profit is finally coming.

"Time has come... this moment is the weakest moment of the god, right eye. The **** knows that you have come, come out!"

The shadow of the ink stone suddenly made an ancient buzz, I don’t know why. The snoring can actually lead the undead, form a supernatural power, swept underneath, and suddenly spurred hunting winds between heaven and earth.

It was shocked by the snoring, and the space in this place was like a silk thread, which turned into a myriad of broken lines and separated from each other.

A sigh of sorrow came out, and the eyeballs groaned with a hate of heaven and hatred from the cracks in the space, glaring at the image of the ink stone.

"You still have the face to use the magical power of the undead brother! It is shameless!"

"Right eye, I can't think of it for so many years, you still don't understand. I didn't betray the Purple Doo, but I don't die to betray the dust. We are the dust monks, belonging to the barbarians, returning to the barbarian, returning to the barbarians. It is a perfect thing to do. However, he is self-deprecating, and he is the chief of the Purple Emperor, and he is a life-threatening monk, which hinders the great cause of the monks in the dust world. He is not dead, it is the shame of the dust world. !" Yin ink stone like a road.

"Oh, the fight of tongue and tongue, it makes no sense. Today, I will kill you!"

The eyeballs retire slightly, and the gray awns in the eyes flashed. The entire ninth layer suddenly appeared millions of silver awns, intertwined with each other, forming a very complex map.

The array is surrounded by four sides, and the image of the ink stone is surrounded by the entire stone forest. There is an altar in each of the four directions, and there is a congenital magic weapon on each of the altars.

"Yin ink! In order to kill you, I have exhausted countless years, with four innate magic weapons, refining and killing, today, you will die! Qinglong Zhendong!"

Above the altar of the East, one of the Qinglong Baoyin became a giant dragon and vacated.

"Qinglong Yinyin... These years have not seen, your level of refining equipment has improved a lot, but unfortunately, repair is still too weak." Yin ink indifferent.

"White Tiger Town West!"

"Suzaku Town South!"

"Xuanwu Town North!"

On the altars of the West, South and North, there are also three-party treasures, which are turned into thousands of different animals and rise to the sky.

One of the four beasts in each town, the whole world seems to be imprisoned.

"The formation is good, the Quartet's innate treasure is also good. This line can cut off the connection between me and the world, so that I am always at the weakest moment and cannot recover. But unfortunately, it is not enough to kill me by these means. You have In the battle of imprisonment, the **** has 100,000 protection laws, and you can repair 100,000 cents in your district!"

You can't do it!

The voice of the Yin and the ink fell, and above the sky, there suddenly appeared an ancient scorpion, one of which was comparable to the ancient corpse of the ancient sage, climbed out of it, and arrayed above the stone forest.

"Wu Zidou Xian Xiu...there is nothing but a remorse..."

"Life and death are all... Purple Doo!"

When I saw the 100,000 ancient corpses, the eyes of the eyes were suddenly red.

The ancient corpses here, without exception, have fought for the purple bucket fairyland before their death.

However, because of the betrayal of the ink, these people did not die in the battlefield of the guardian, but died in the hands of the ink.

If you are a man of cultivation, if you know the mountain sea curse, you can hear these dead souls from the mountains and the sea.

Kill the ink! Kill the ink! Kill the ink! The soul of the 100,000 purple fighting fairy repairs is so consistent!

Yin ink not only kills his companions, but also refines the bodies of his companions into jealousy.

Today, he has to pay for his actions!

"Bad boy, start!"

The voice of the eyeballs just fell, and the harsh swordsmanship has spread throughout the world.

A figure of a silver-faced ghost face suddenly broke through the void and walked out from the other end of the void.

At the moment when this person appeared, the 100,000 ancient corpses of the Xianzun class began to tremble. It was actually from this person that they felt the fatal crisis.

Not Ning Fan, who is it!

For the first time, the look has been dignified.

"Sure enough, is he your reliance? Can't confirm whether this child has the power of punishment, ten generations of sacred gods, will it be him..."

He did not fear the seven ancestors of Fanjia, did not fear the right eye, and did not fear the two great emperors of the two races. He only had a sense of crisis for the first time in Ning Fan.

At the moment when Ning Fan swung the sword, the sense of crisis was even more instant, rising to the peak.

The immortality between heaven and earth is even more chaotic because of Ning Fan, as if encountering natural enemies!

"This son... is actually a messenger!" (To be continued...)

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