Grasping Evil

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Ning Fan put up a three-footed sword and stepped out of the void, appearing in front of the 100,000 ancient corpses.

The sword in his hand, the whole body is red, is a Twelve Nirvana sword, asking for it from the eyeball blame, in order to display the skill of the sword.

Twelve Nicholas Sword, this is not enough to make 100,000 ancient corpses fear, but the white swordsmanship issued by the sword is enough to make any ancient corpse chill.

This is a chaotic ancient school - the sword of the desperate, dedicated to the world undead!

The ancient messengers... actually turned into ancient messengers... it turned out to be...

The dark ink looks more dignified, as if in an instant, I want to understand a lot of things.

It is no wonder that there will be so many ancient corpses in the past, and it turns out that it was a ghostly messenger who made a ghost!

Yin ink is the evil body that the undead emperor took out. He has some undead memories, and he will not know the terrible death of the sword.

Undead Emperor lived for a lifetime, and the same level of Emperor had never lost, squatting with his undead physique, even the Wild St. killed him. Such a powerful person has lost in the hands of the ancient emperor...

The more powerful the undead, the more fearful the power of the sword, the more powerful the undead is.

Today there are hundreds of thousands of undead ancient corpses guarding the law, but in the face of the commander's sword, I am afraid that it is a sword to solve things.

"Interesting, I can't think of the first confrontation of this big loss. It is the right eye that has the upper hand... Oh, I can find the chaos of ancient times." People help, it is enough to restrain my body's undead power, but unfortunately, The power of the **** is not only a kind of undead power... You can give me more surprises in the right eye..."

After the initial surprise, the expression of Yin and ink resumed indifference. He knew that 100,000 ancient corpses would probably die in the hands of Ning Fan, but don't care.

Roar!

Ten thousand ancient corpses, Qi Qi issued a corpse, even afraid of the fate of Ning Fan's commandments. Still instinctively shot against Ning Fan.

Those snoring, barbaric as a beast, is not a human language, but I don’t know why there is a sad mood that touches the heart.

Hear, even... enough to see...

Ning Fan's eyes closed, he seems to be able to hear these ancient corpses for hundreds of thousands of years, leaving the soul sound between the mountains and the sea, such as echoes, lingering.

The **** of destruction in Dantian. It is even more strange that the power of immortality has passed, which makes Ning Fan resonate with the world.

His mind, really at this moment, emerged from the ancient picture!

One day, the undead emperor in the hundreds of millions of stars, smashed the evil body, giving name to the ink.

‘Evil corpse, I want you to make a promise. promise me. With me, I will guard the Purple Star River. ’

On that day, the ink and ink linger in the face of immortality, toward the undead emperor. Make a vow.

‘The purple platoon is on the top, and the lower part is the sinister ink. It is not only the emperor’s abomination, but also the inheritance of the emperor. Although it is a corpse. But it will be upright, innocent, and innocent. Born in the future as a purple bucket. Death is a purple death. If you swear by this oath, everyone will be married! ’

In the past few years, the ink and ink repairs were getting higher and higher, instead of not dying, went to guard the border of the purple bucket fairyland - against the dust.

Here, there is a lot of years spent on the Emperor of the Purple Emperor. If this is the case, it is some fourth-step monks, and it is impossible to break into the purple bucket.

On that day, a red sun rose from the dusty sea and there was a man holding a red dust, coming out of the red sun.

No one can see the man's appearance, as if he does not allow it, no one can see his appearance between the heavens and the earth!

The man, wearing a fiery red feather, walked step by step to the face of the ink, and the city that he passed through was completely ruined and dissipated in the dust.

‘I need you, help me accomplish one thing... to accomplish this, I will give you too much blood, giving you the opportunity to be above the Three Realms. ’

If someone else says this about Yin ink, Yin ink will not believe it.

However, the red man in front of him is the only man who looks up and only looks up. His promise will not be deception.

On that day, the Yin ink opened the circle of protection against the dusty sea. Numerous dust monks under the leadership of the red man entered the purple bucket fairyland.

On that day, Yin Mo resolutely turned his back to the tens of thousands of purple fights and repaired the knife.

When the war ignited the Purple Star River, when the battle report was passed to the Undead Palace, the undead Emperor took the case and rushed toward the dusty sea.

He wants to kill the traitor who violates the vow and leads the enemy into the room!

But it is too late. After the sinister rebellion, he has broken into the dusty world and sheltered under the wings of the tyrannical spirit. It is difficult to kill him.

Under the wrath of the undead Emperor, crossing the dusty sea, killing the dust world, only killing this rebellion, but failed to do so, but was suppressed by the too robbing spirit, and the corpse was under the Jiuli Mountain...

Later, the purple bucket fairyland fell into the flames of war. Later, Yin Mo became the ninth generation of barbarians.

Stepping on the bones of his companions, he was appreciative of the too robbing spirit, but soon, he disappeared after a retreat.

Few people know that it was the Emperor of the Purple Emperor who was detained by the last force and suppressed in the nine heavens...

The scene of the scene is so fragmentary, but it contains too many ancient secrets, and it remains in the mountains and seas.

Ning Fan is not a saint. He has not seen the ability of the future of the past and the present, but he has done this slightly through the superb understanding of the mountain sea curse.

Kill the ink!

Kill this traitor!

Do not kill this embarrassment, it is difficult to repay the hatred of the billions of people in the purple world!

kill! kill! kill!

The soul of 100,000 ancient corpses remains in the mountains and seas, and there is nothing to do with the hatred of the ink.

They are eager to kill the ink and ink, to pay homage to thousands of purple fights, but sadly, even their bodies have become the embarrassment of the ink.

The soul of 100,000 ancient corpses, sadness, such as the fall leaves in the fall, pieces, fell to the heart of Ning Fan.

After all, Ning Fan is not really a purple cult, it is difficult to understand the sadness of these monks in the country. The only thing I can do is just to see these martyrs off...

Ten roads, hundreds of roads, thousands of roads... More and more moon white swordsmanship, surrounded by Ning Fan, the number, eventually reached as many as tens of thousands.

Under the blessing of the swordsmanship, the strong breath of Ning Fan completely exceeded the limit of the second step and reached the third step!

What is this feeling... can't describe... Ning Fan's figure is unprecedentedly empty, his eyes are full of the power of heaven and earth, indifferent to no trace of emotion.

That gaze... just like seeing everything like a dog. Can't cause the slightest interest!

His body began to experience severe pain, as if he could not withstand this power, and was on the verge of collapse.

Ning Fan believes that if he is not a big rise, he will be able to withstand the power of the heavenly sword.

If it is the previous one... it will be directly attacked by this super sword!

嚓, 嚓, 嚓...

The twelve-nine sword in the hand seems to be unable to withstand this degree of sword light, and cracks began to appear.

Ning Fan slowly waved the sword. The action was extremely slow, but it fell into the eyes of any ancient corpse and there was an unspeakable chill.

Danger... very dangerous, what level of sword skill is this! Absolutely beyond the scope of the second step!

The road slammed into the ancient corpse of Ning Fan, and was blocked by the invisible sword, and could not continue to approach.

One hundred thousand ancient corpses will surround Ningfan in the center, at the center, within a radius of a thousand feet, forming a vacuum circle.

The sword is like a circle... the trajectory of the sword. It is even more difficult to pick out any flaws and achieve perfection...

Numerous swords and sorrows pursued the perfect martial arts, this moment, but was smashed by Ning Fan...

嚓.嚓, 嚓...

The sword has already been on the verge of breaking, and at this moment, Ning Fan waved a sword that could not be copied!

This sword fell. The whole world seems to be turned into a circle, and the moon white sword is like water, flowing in the circle. Flowing through the side of an ancient corpse, wherever it passes, an ancient corpse with a comparable immortality, without exception, all turned into fly ash, but in an instant, it was smashed into a powder .

Can't compete, can't beat! Thirteen breathed in the past, and 100,000 ancient corpses were turned into fly ash.

Ning Fan could no longer bear the power of this sword. Under the face of the ghost, his face was pale and his mouth was bleeding. It was obviously not scorned. As for the sword in his hand, it has been slammed and broken into countless pieces of iron and scattered all over the place.

"Bad boy, good job! One hundred thousand ancient corpses are gone, Yin ink is not dead today!" Eyes blame haha ​​laughed.

"Is it true? Do you really think that if you have less than 100,000 ancient corpses guarded, you will be able to kill me? This child's commandment sword technique has great destructive power to pure immortal creatures, but I don't just have to die. The force of the sword, it is not effective for me." Yin ink stone like indifference.

"Hey, if this child only has these means, he will not kill you naturally, but he has another identity. The stinky boy, there is no time for you to rest, do it!" Eyes screamed loudly.

Ning Fan nodded and wiped the blood of his mouth, just by the help of these bloodshots, slammed into the ground and photographed it.

Suddenly, a circle of **** halo appeared on the ground, and a blood-red altar was rising from the ground.

"With blood as a guide, call out the cards that are hidden in the formation method..."

The Yin Mo Shi like a slight frown, but he did not think that the fifth altar would appear in the big array under the eyeballs.

On the altar of the four squares, each of them was guarded by the innate treasure. This fifth altar, without any innate treasures, has only an old trampoline placed on it.

"This is... the ancient country shoots God! No, the real shooting god, it should have been destroyed, just imitation products..." Yin ink disdain.

"Hey, I am a copy of the imitation, but I have to pay the price. Candle brother, look at you, for the old brother, you have to cooperate with your master!" Eyes weird laugh.

"Big brother rest assured! Your enemy is the enemy of the younger brother, your sword is pointing, is the land where the younger brother is falling! Master, do it, my bowstring is already intolerable!" In the trampoline, suddenly the candle bow and the enemy are coming out. the sound of.

Unexpectedly, the snobbish and timid candle bow will open the bow to the strong enemy for the sake of loyalty. Ning Fan secretly called it strange, and his figure appeared on the fifth altar. He raised his hand and pressed it on the trampoline.

This trampoline, imitation is the ancient treasure of the ancient barren - the ancient country shoots God!

Although it is just a copy of the magic weapon, it is more limited than the real shooting god. Only a person who is a **** can start this battle!

Ning Fan began to appear faint golden light, above the sky, there are constantly appearing one after another golden mountain.

The mighty punishment of the punishment, under the control of Ning Fan, all rolled up to the ink stone statue, the gray sky, all illuminated by gold.

At this moment, Ning Fan’s thirty-six-mountain punishment was all suppressed by Yin Mo. Yin Mo tried to call out his three three criminal mountains to counter this pressure. However, it was just called out, and the three criminal mountains collapsed again. As before, they could not appear in front of Ning Fan.

As a nine-generation savage god, he even felt a kind of feeling like Tianwei from Ning Fan.

At the same time, the gods, his power is inferior to too much, with a dark heart, have a sense of unwillingness, cold and martyrdom.

"Sure enough. You are the newly born ten generations of the gods! There are thirty-six criminal mountains! Unfortunately, this God is a god, if you only use the pressure, but you want to suppress me!"

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Responding to the ink, but it is the voice of a profitable arrow! In the blink of an eye, there are thirty-six golden arrows that are shot from the trampoline.

The Yin ink is different from the Xizi painting. It is not the shadow of the mountains and the sea, but the three sacred mountains and the living gods. By the pressure of the criminal mountain alone, Ning Fan could not suppress the Yin ink. It is the use of penal sanctions, which may not have much effect.

Therefore, the eyeball monster made a plan and decided to use the imitation shooter. Aggregate the power of the thirty-six-mountain punishment and turn it into a materialized arrow to attack the ink.

Such a golden arrow has almost no lethal effect on monks outside the savage. But for the ink, there is a deadly threat.

There are no deviations in the thirty-six golden arrows, all of which are shot into the ink stone image. Everything happens between ignorance.

The ink and ink distracted and changed, and flew directly from the stone statue. As he flew out, the thirty-six arrows followed closely and chased out.

Although he barely escaped, his body was inevitably shot through several blood holes. With his cultivation, he could not heal the wounds.

These thirty-six golden arrows are all together, and they are enough to kill the savage repairs made by the emperor!

The combination of thirty-six arrows is enough to kill all the savage repairs under the saints. Even if it is a sinister ink, it does not dare to pick up this arrow.

The only pity is that the imitation shooter seems to be unable to withstand the power of thirty-six arrows. After a blow, it slammed into a piece of land and could not continue to use it.

what a pity…

"Dead! Even if you have the crow feather that the man has given, I don't want to live under this arrow!" The eyeball blame is unprecedentedly excited.

Yin ink is life or death, all look at a blow, if it can be a hit, it is natural, even if it can't, it should be enough to destroy its life-saving things, but it is not bad.

"Oh! Your attack is strong, but you are not qualified to let me use the robbery that the Lord has given. Today, I am different from the time when the right eye is still there! Let you see what I have learned in these years." Means, sacrifice bones!"

Yin ink sees that he can't escape the thirty-six arrows to pursue, simply no longer flee, but a self-defeating one, with the phalanx turned into a big bone stick.

Above the bone stick, there will be a totem of the sea and the sea, the atmosphere is extremely strange, when it is weak, it seems to be just a thing, but when it is strong, it reveals the first weather, and gives people a feeling of living things.

Yin ink will sacrifice the bones, and the bones will be divided into thirty-six, and each will go to a golden arrow.

boom! boom! boom!

The powerful confrontation made the space on the ninth floor of Tianzhu unstable, and began to collapse in madness. Then the entire nine-day scorpion began to shake violently.

Yin and ink distracted and coughed up blood. He used the bones to be extremely stubborn. Every second, the distraction was seriously injured.

However, the results are also extremely significant. Every time the arrow light hits the bone stick, it will be a lot weakened. This scene is like being swallowed by the bones.

After ten interest, the thirty-six arrows were all swallowed by the bones, and the collapse of the Nine Heavens finally stopped!

There was no loss in the bone stick. The only change was the swallowing of the Peng Peng on the bone stick after swallowing the Golden Arrow attack.

"Impossible! You have not been recognized by the Holy Family, and you have refining this holy patriarchal instrument!" The eyeballs were shocked.

He had long known that the bones obtained by the Yin ink had never been able to control the strength of the bones.

It should be noted that before being suppressed to Jiuzhong Tianzhu, Yin Mo had spent a lot of effort to honour this thing, but could not refine it and conquer it. I can't think of it now!

This bone stick is not too small, although it is not a device of heaven, but in congenital, there are not many who can win it... After all, this treasure has been used as a magical instrument by the ancient saints, and has been kept in the six reincarnations for countless years. Power can be different!

Just a little bit, I can't understand the eyeballs. The holy patriarchal instrument can only be used by monks who have the blood of the holy sect, and why the sacred ink can use the holy patriarchal instrument!

Ink and ink disintegrated a lot, using bones, it seems that he is extremely depleted, but his eyes are shining with bloodthirsty light. "You are my right eye, but there are many things. You don't know. I was the day. I betrayed the Purple Doo, and I was appreciative of that adult. He gave me more than just a life-saving robber. It’s a pity that it seems that this time, you still can’t kill me...”

"That may not be!" After the eyeballs were slightly disappointed, there was a more powerful warfare in their eyes.

He laid a large array of squares and calmed down the ink and ink. With the help of Ning Fan, he killed 100,000 ancient corpses and shot 36 penalties. All this is still not his killing.

This is the last time... He has been separated from the ink for many years, his cultivation has been stagnant, and the ink is getting more and more powerful.

He has assassinated the ink and ink 12 times... 12 times of surplus and catastrophe, the barbarians used 12 as the reincarnation, this time, it was the last time the yin and ink were robbed.

If the ink is not weak at the moment, it is only because he is distracted, even if he does not use bones. It is also enough to block thirty-six arrows.

This time the surplus is overtaken, the ink will never weaken to this extent. This is the last chance to kill the ink, no matter what the price. Have to catch!

"Little girl, then, it depends on you! The sixth altar, now!"

Eyeballs smashed out a gray mans. Among the arrays, the sixth altar appeared again.

Above the altar, there is an odd array. There is a vague black moonlight flow. In front of the array, there is an altar and a candle. In front of the altar, there is a woman in a pink palace dress, which is a wonderful statement.

"This is the sacrifice of the Taoist temple!" The ink and ink look suddenly shocked, and then filled with coldness.

He did not think that this time the right eye really wanted to work hard with himself, even in such an extreme way.

I don't know, in its heart, the glory of the undead emperor deserves the price he pays, and turns it into the power of the sacred sacrifice.

Eyeballs flew to the center of the law, sweeping out a gray mans, the gray mans with a thousand, smashing time, turned into thousands of magic weapons, falling from the sky like raindrops, falling in the center of the array.

Wonderful words hold the mahogany sword, and in the moment when the eyeball blame summons the magic weapon, the eyeball blame begins to cast spells.

She didn't know who to deal with, but it was a help for Ning Fan, she wouldn't push it.

Every time a magic weapon is opened, the eyeballs will have some black gas in the eyes of the eyeballs. After the black gas reaches a certain level, it gradually becomes a totem of the black crescent.

The first black crescent appeared in the eyes of the eyeballs and dripped.

As soon as this crescent appeared, the smell of the eyeballs suddenly rose. Although it did not reach the realm of eight robberies, it was not much worse.

"Not enough! This time, even if you try your best, you will kill you!"

Eyeball blame sweeps out more gray awns, countless heavens and treasures fall to the center of the law, one by one.

Inside, there are rare medicinal herbs, elixir, and various colored minerals. After the explosion, the eyeballs are more and more black.

The second black crescent, condensed.

At the end of the day, the eyeballs are even used up by the crystal, and the love of money is like him, but it is really the bottom of the family.

The third, fourth, and fifth months of the teeth condensed one after another. When the fifth black crescent appeared, the breath of the eyeballs suddenly rose to the realm of the ninth robbery in the short time.

But still not enough!

"Small iron cage, now!"

"Little iron vertebra, now!"

"Little girl, now!"

"Small nails, now!"

"Small slingshot..."

"Little yellow flag..."

"Little radish head..."

"Little pants..."

"small…"

One of the low-end magic weapons of the name, was summoned by the eyeballs, a total of 12, without exception, all are innate magic.

Without any hesitation, the eyeball blame explodes twelve innate magic weapons, and the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth moon teeth are condensed one after another.

When the ninth black moon emerged, the scent of the eyeballs reached the quasi-holy realm in a short time, and it was not ordinary quasi-holy!

"Nine black moons... If you can reach twelve, maybe you can really fight me. Now you are not enough..."

"burst!"

But listening to a loud noise, this time, the eyeballs actually explode himself.

Yin Mo suddenly rounded his left eye, apparently did not expect the eyeball monster to blew himself, but soon, he learned the true intention of the eyeball blame, squinting and looking at the direction of Ning Fan.

However, I saw Ning Fan's eyebrows, and the stars stared at the shining place, suddenly cracking a black gap, and from the gap, a wretched laughter.

"Bad boy, your body uses me! The old man wants to use your body to kill the old ghosts!"

The crack opened, it was the third purpose of Ning Fan, but at the moment it was occupied by the eye-catching geese, which served as the third target of Ning Fan.

12 black crescents, rotating in the third head of Ning Fan.

"Now we have cultivated quite a sinister ink and fight the old man!" (To be continued...)

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