Grasping Evil

The one who walked out of the fire door was a thin giant old man with dead aura all over his body, as if he was not a living person, but a corpse demon.

This old man said he was a giant, but in fact he was only fourteen or five feet tall. He was not the kind of giant who could easily reach hundreds of feet. His skin was bare, stiff and black. The shabby animal skin was surrounded. Although the animal skin was old, it still retained a trace of the breath of a vicious beast. It was obviously peeled from some extremely powerful vicious beast.

Between its feet, shackles are locked, making it extremely inconvenient to walk, and there is a gold hoop on its head. The wrist is free, holding a serrated giant sword on his shoulders. The giant sword is covered with rust and blood. After a long time, it still gives people a thrilling killing aura. Obviously, when the sword is in good condition, It used to be an immemorial demon soldier with a high rank.

He moved slowly, stiffly, and was imprisoned by chains. Every step he took seemed to take a long time. However, with every step he took, the ground of Diliu Licheng shook like an earthquake. Well, that's kind of scary.

You must know that the powerhouses in the glazed city are gathered, and there are formations reinforced everywhere. Like the Great Light Temple, the formations are even more powerful. Even if Immortal Venerable made a full effort, it may not be able to shake the mountain, but this corpse demon giant did it easily.

This physical strength, even if it does not reach the level of the Immortal Emperor, I am afraid that it is the level of the high-level Immortal King!

"The second round of Seizing the Mausoleum is divided into two parts, one is the trial of power, and the other is the trial of illusion. This old corpse demon should be the one to preside over the trial of power..." Ning Fan secretly said, When the spiritual sense touched the old man's body, he was slightly surprised.

The old man's body seems to have been refined by some kind of secret method, and as soon as the spiritual sense touches it, it is bounced out and cannot be penetrated.

Although he couldn't go deep, Ning Fan still sensed a very deep hidden ancient demon aura from inside the old man's body...

No wonder this old man's physical strength is so terrifying, and he can easily shake the entire Glazed City. It turns out that he was an ancient demon before his death...

As soon as the corpse demon walked out of the Fire Gate, the residents of the Glazed City outside the square suddenly booed, with expressions ranging from contempt, fear, and indifference.

This made Ning Fan unable to understand.

In the past, the one who presided over the first round of winning the mausoleum for the Southern Border Grassland was also a corpse demon, but as soon as the corpse demon appeared, all the people bowed to him, obviously his status was very noble.

As for this corpse demon old man, it seems that his status is extremely humble, and there is no one to bow down. There are even some residents of Liulicheng who are not weak in cultivation, and they throw rotten eggs and rotten cabbage at the corpse demon old man from outside the square across a distance of thousands of meters. …

A man of cultivation,

It's so boring and ridiculous to do something like throwing cabbage and eggs like a mortal... But Ning Fan doesn't know why, but he can't laugh.

The corpse demon old man's face was stiff and expressionless, and he walked out of the fire door with shackles. He has low intelligence and empty eyes. He doesn't understand why so many people throw rotten cabbage and rotten eggs at him, but they don't care about it at all. He was carrying a rusty giant sword, his spine was not bent, and the egg white and egg liquid was clearly hanging on his face, but he proudly lifted his thin neck, and in the contemptuous and jealous eyes of the residents of Liulicheng, he held his head high like a triumph. The returning general.

That unyielding aura was definitely the last posture the old man retained before his death. Although he died now and became a corpse demon with low intelligence, he still did not lower his head.

It seemed that something had infected Ning Fan from the corpse demon old man, causing his expression to become solemn. He slowly closed his eyes, and the hand hidden in his sleeve secretly shot a mana wind, Some rotten eggs and rotten cabbage thrown at the old man at a distance, all blown away...

"Damn, who rolled up the wind and blew away Laozi's rotten eggs!"

"Humph! Could it be that someone is pitying this corpse demon of the name Shen! It's ridiculous!"

"Shenzihao corpse demons are all sinners!"

There were scoldings everywhere, but naturally no one knew that it was Ning Fan's hand.

boom!

The old corpse demon walked slowly to the bottom of the high platform, with a loud bang, he inserted the rusty giant sword on the ground, and then moved towards the direction of the five emperors of Zhongzhou on the high platform, clasped his fists slowly and stiffly and bowed, still his back did not bend.

"Shen... Twenty-three... See... Five Your Majesty..."

The old man named Shen Twenty-three, his voice was like thunder, echoing in this place, and some people with poor cultivation could not bear the sound at all, and they were shocked and dizzy.

There were even some residents of Liuli City, after the old man spoke, there was a lot of discussion.

Ning Fan let out his spiritual thoughts and listened a little, and then he understood why this old corpse demon was spurned by everyone.

Because he is different from the corpse demon who presides over Nanjiang Xiaobi, he is the name of Shenzi...

Since ancient times, the Dabei people have had the tradition of using corpse demons. In each tribe, there are basically corpse demons guarding the clan. In the Dabei clan, there is also a type of corpse demon with a very high status, who only listens to the orders of the Holy Mountain, and is called a holy messenger!

The holy envoys are generally divided into two grades, A and B. The holy envoys of the B character are mostly corpse demons below the Eternal Realm. For example, the corpse demon holy envoy who presided over the Xiaobi to the southern grasslands that day is a corpse demon of the B type. The corpse demon holy messenger of Type B has a very high status, and most of the strong people under the age of eons need to kneel when they see holy messenger of Type B.

Name A corpse demons have a higher status. Most of them are corpse demons above the ages. Even when some immortal emperors encounter a number A holy messenger, they need to show some respect and hold their fists in salute.

The Dabei people have a very deep research on corpse demons. The corpse demons under the name of the holy mountain are generally higher in intelligence than ordinary corpse demons, with basic thinking ability and fluent language ability.

But in fact, above the A and B characters, there is another type of corpse demon, which is classified into the Shen character level...

Shen, literally understood, is a corpse demon with a different heart, wanting to break free from bondage and gain freedom...

The Shen corpse demons are basically from the A-rank corpse demons. They belong to the outliers among the A-rank corpse demons. They do not obey discipline, respect their masters, and would rather cut their heads than kneel to anyone.

This kind of corpse demon is rebellious, so most of them have been abolished with a high level of intelligence, and one by one is extremely low in intelligence, and even basic thinking is difficult.

The powerhouses of the Holy Mountain are still worried about these corpse demon saints, still worried that they will rebel with the unyielding will in their instincts, so they put special shackles on these corpse demons to seal their strength. The golden hoops for subduing demons brought on by such corpse demons are also first-class and powerful.

The Shenzihao corpse is generally regarded as a traitor in the holy mountain corpse by the humble people. Naturally, it is impossible to have a high status, but a very humble existence.

On the high platform, there are immortal Buddhas full of people, and the eyes looking at Shen Twenty-three are all contemptuous and indifferent.

Today is the second round of Seizing the Mausoleum. Everything is dominated by the five emperors, and among the five emperors, the capital of heaven is the main one. When Tiandu Emperor faced Shen Twenty-three, he was too lazy to open his eyes, and said indifferently, "It's time to start the trial of strength!"

"Yes."

Facing the aloofness of the group of Buddhas, Shen Twenty-three's heart, for some unknown reason, suddenly had a violent thought that wanted to destroy some of the restraints in front of him.

But this violent thought has just started, and the dim golden hoop on his head flashed just right, and the supernatural powers unfolded, suppressing all the violent thoughts in his body.

Kick-kick! It was the sound of the golden hoop shrinking and squeezing its skull!

Shen Twenty-three's skull was so hard that no matter what, the golden hoop couldn't shatter it.

He had been dead for many years, and he couldn't feel any pain from the squeeze. He only touched his head in confusion after the violent thought was suppressed.

what happened...

He doesn't understand...

Although I don't understand, two lines of unwilling blood and tears flowed out of the eyes that had been dead for many years, but halfway through, they dried up, because there was not much blood in the body...

Seeing Shen Twenty-three's sudden madness, the audience here was naturally shocked, but fortunately, seeing Shen Twenty-three still being tamed by the golden hoop, they felt relieved.

Some Liulicheng residents cursed and laughed angrily.

Sure enough, it is a corpse demon ranked by the word Shen. It is very dangerous... But so what, it is not to obediently submit to the Dharma.

Ning Fan frowned, but said nothing.

The first round of winning the mausoleum is the regional competition of each grassland, which is divided into two parts: the literary test and the martial arts test.

The second round of Seizing the Mausoleum is the Zhongzhou Grand Competition, which is divided into two parts: the trial of power and the trial of illusion.

The Trial of Strength is mainly to test the physical strength of the contestants. Without a certain level of physical training, it is impossible to achieve good results in the Trial of Strength.

In this part, the participating teams do not have to fight each other, but each team takes the test of the corpse demon in turn.

The content of the test is very simple. All teams are required to cooperate with each other to take the giant sword slash of the corpse demon assessment. Each time the team receives the next sword, the total score of the team can increase by 100%.

There is only one requirement. In this link, you cannot use the supernatural powers of telepresence, you cannot use all kinds of spells, and you cannot even use the magical blessings of medicine souls.

Obviously, in this round, the physical training is dominant, and the team with more physical training must have the advantage. It is obviously much easier for everyone to join forces to resist the giant's slash.

"This Shen Twenty-three's strength in his lifetime was extremely terrifying, but after his death, he was restricted by the golden hoop and shackles, and his strength was sealed, so he couldn't exert much of his strength. Sword..." Ning Fan secretly said.

After Shen Twenty-three gave the five emperors the ceremony, he began to explain the rules of the second round of Seizing the Mausoleum to the contestants. But fortunately, all the contestants are people who understand the rules. They don't need to understand the rules of the corpse giant. There are not many people who have the patience to listen to him. They all start to close their eyes and rest. Waiting for the trial of strength to begin.

After explaining the rules, Shen Twenty-three spit out a golden light group, and sacrificed to Tianyi. In the light group, one hundred and eight golden lights were scattered, and they flew to one hundred and eight teams here.

Among them, there was also a golden light flying towards Ning Fan, Ning Fan reached out to pick it up, but it was a boxy golden token with the words [Southern Border Tamu] written on it.

This is the scoreboard for the second round of Duoling, which records the team's results, so naturally the identity card from the first round cannot be used.

Ning Fan was a one-person team, and the scoreboard naturally fell into his hands. As for those multi-person teams, most of them were held by the person with the highest cultivation base.

Suddenly there is a scoreboard for a certain team, a golden masterpiece.

It was the participating team of the Fuhu Department of Yunjin Grassland. With a flash of light, everyone in the Fuhu Department suddenly understood, walked out of the many queues and walked towards the giant corpse demon.

The scoreboard will light up randomly, and which team will play when it lights up.

The Fuhu tribe is not a powerful tribe among the three thousand tribes of Dabei, but it also belongs to the middle and upper reaches. The team consists of 20 strong men, each with a strong body, no less than the breath of the air, and there are three major broken thoughts sitting in the town, all of which are in the early stage. , the same muscular strength.

Obviously, the Fuhu Division had long been prepared for this test of strength, and the people who were sent to participate in the second round were all good physique practitioners.

The leader of the Fu Hu clan was a tall, middle-aged man who walked forward almost arrogantly and said to Shen Twenty-three, "Please enlighten me!"

"Give me... a gift... no... kill you..." Shen Twenty-three had to pull out the giant sword inserted into the ground, put it on his shoulder, and said in a harsh tone.

"Hehe, a gift, of course I'll give it to you..."

The middle-aged man coughed a few times, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, which was directly spit on Shen Twenty-three.

Following the middle-aged man, other strong men from the Fuhu Division also stepped forward and spit thick phlegm at Shen Twenty-three with contempt.

Their stature was not short, but together with the giant Shen Twenty-three, they looked too short, and they could only spit on Shen Twenty-three's legs.

Shen Twenty-Three was originally in a state of embarrassment with rotten eggs and vegetables hanging on his body. At this moment, he was spit out thick phlegm, and he was even more embarrassed, but he seemed extremely satisfied and nodded, "This gift...very good...I like it...I won't kill you guys. ...now...the trial begins..."

"Come on!" Everyone in the Fuhu Department laughed.

Outside the square, among the residents of Liuli City, many people couldn't help laughing.

So stupid, Shenzihao corpse demons are really stupid!

It is rumored that the memory of the corpse demon of the name Shen was destroyed, changed, and rejected by others.

Simply stupid!

"Where...is it funny..."

Ning Fan suddenly felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

He didn't know what name Shen Twenty-three had before his death, or what his origins were, but he could imagine that he was an upright and unyielding ancient demon warrior.

During his lifetime, he was famous and would rather die than bow his head, and he still retains this unyielding posture; he became a corpse demon behind him, even if it was a real corpse demon, but he was humiliated in front of countless people...

If Shen Twenty-three expected such a day, he would rather explode his body than leave a whole corpse before he dies...

No one could hear Ning Fan's voice, not all of them were amused by this matter, and some frowned, but there were too few, too few...

The trial of strength began amid such laughter and laughter.

Everyone in the Fuhu Clan was already prepared, lined up in a row, and lined up vertically in the direction of Shen Twenty-three.

When Shen Twenty-three's sword was slashed, everyone raised their swords and shot at the same time with great tacit understanding, blocking Shen Twenty-three's giant sword.

Although Juli was far from Shen Twenty-three's full strength, it was also extremely terrifying.

The length of the giant sword was actually longer than the column of 20 people. It was slashed with one sword, and the heavy sword force set off a gust of wind, whistling and whirling in this ancient square.

Twenty swords collided with a giant sword, like a collision of stars of cultivation, and the surrounding space was distorted by the giant force.

On the one hand, there is a small team of twenty people, and on the other hand, there is a giant of fourteen or fifty feet. The picture is also quite spectacular.

In this pair of cuts, Shen Twenty-three, who was tall and majestic, had a slight advantage in the end. Although the Fuhu clan blocked his first sword, six or seven Fuhu clan gave up, or the sword broke, or The tiger's mouth collapsed, and they all looked horrified.

Is this the Shenzihao corpse demon with limited strength! Even if it is not in full bloom, it has such a terrifying power, it should not be underestimated!

Those strong men of the Fuhu Division in the sword section, how dare they be neglected, they took out their swords again, hardly leaving them much time, Shen Twenty-Three's second sword was cut down again, and the force was still strong enough to blow into the wind. .

The buns of some of the strong men of the Fuhu Division were directly blown away by the strong wind, and their messy hair was scattered in the sword wind, looking extremely embarrassed.

The second sword was still blocked by Fu Hu.

And then the third sword, the fourth sword...

Shen Twenty-three's strength seemed to never be exhausted, and he swung the giant sword again and again, but his strength was never weakened in the slightest.

However, the vigor of the people in Fu Hu's group was weakening a little bit. When it came to the eleventh sword, some people started to lose their energy and had no choice but to retreat.

By the nineteenth sword, the Fuhu clan still had the strength, and only the three people in the early stage of Shainian were left.

At the twenty-fourth sword, the three people in the early stage of Shainian were also exhausted, but they had no choice but to stop the trial and did not take the twenty-fifth sword.

Twenty-four swords is 2,400 points. The middle-aged man headed by Fu Hu Bu looked at the score on the scoreboard and sighed slightly. It was enough to get this score in the first link. Injured to exhaustion...

Seeing that everyone in the Fuhu Clan had called off the trial, Shen Twenty-three kept chasing after him, put down the giant sword, and reinserted it into the stone ground, saying indifferently.

"Next."

As soon as his voice fell, another team's scoreboard glowed golden.

Then came the retreat of everyone from Fu Hu's group, and the advance of the second team.

The second team was from the Valley Department of the Xihe Grassland. The Valley Department was not as strong as the Fuhu Department. They gave up only after receiving Shen 23 and 14 swords. There was nothing remarkable about the whole process.

Of course, just like everyone in the Fuhu Clan, before the trial started, Shen Twenty-three still said that stupidly.

"Give me... gifts... no... kill you..."

The gift he received after that was still a mouthful of phlegm from everyone in the valley.

After that, Shen Twenty-three nodded with almost stupid satisfaction.

He is very happy with the gift...

It's not that I'm really satisfied in my heart, it's just that my memory has been deliberately changed into this, I think it's a good thing to be spit out...

"The person who changed Shen Twenty-three's memory is really bad taste. It's funny to humiliate a dead person like this..." Ning Fan frowned deeper.

I just feel that the laughter of those who laughed at Shen Twenty-three's stupidity was harsh and annoying.

After the Valley Department, it was Xiaori Department who played and scored 16 swords.

After that, there are 11 swords from the Zisha clan, and 9 swords from the Haigong clan... Not all tribes have a large number of physical practitioners participating in the competition, and some teams come with the intention of giving up the power test and focusing on the illusion test. Therefore, there is not too much physical training in the team, and the results of the trial of strength are naturally not optimistic.

As time passed, more and more tribes got the results of the Trial of Strength, but there were very few tribes that surpassed the score of twenty swords.

Seventy or eighty tribes have already achieved results, but only six tribes have achieved more than 20 swords. Among them, the highest score is 33 swords.

At this point, the trial has been going on without any disturbances, and the audience watching the trial has gradually become a little bored.

Ning Fan's brows were deeply furrowed. He had already watched Shen Twenty-three being spit out for fun seventy or eighty times. Naturally, he couldn't be happy.

He doesn't like insults to dignity.

The only thing that interested him was Tu Huang, who was hiding in the Huanhai Department and took the pseudonym Qingling. He also did not spit at Shen Twenty-three, but took a handkerchief, which was not too dirty, and wiped Shen Twenty-three well. wiped the phlegm from his legs.

This move directly angered Shen Twenty-three! He was one of the few wise men, and did not understand why the woman named Qingling wiped away her gift. In a fit of anger, the giant sword swung even more violently, which directly caused the sword power suffered by the Huanhai Department to be more severe than the others. The Horde is stronger and heavier.

The results are naturally worse!

The pity that the Huanhaibu was not a tribe that was good at refining the body, and was treated with anger by Shen Twenty-three, but only got a poor score of 4 swords, giving the whole trial of strength to the bottom.

Ning Fan also deliberately released his spiritual sense, and heard a funny conversation within the Huanhai Department.

"Damn, you little girl is really tight again, why are you messing with this Shen Twenty-three! I don't know if you are nice to Shen Twenty-three, the more he thinks you are doing bad things! They are all stupid. , Stupid, you spoil your good intentions, anger him, and put us at the bottom, you, you, you... see how I can clean you up in bed when I go home after this battle to seize the mausoleum!" This is Qingling's husband - the one Knife Scar Shainian scolded Qingling.

As for Qing Ling, she lowered her head with a grievance, and in those eyes that no one saw, there was an extremely terrifying murderous intent brewing.

Seeing this, Ning Fan laughed for the first time. He could imagine that Tu Huang's heart must have collapsed at this moment!

It's unbearable to be yelled at by a man with a scar that's just broken.

As Ning Fan expected, at this moment, Emperor Tu's heart really collapsed. If she hadn't achieved the purpose of this trip, she almost wanted to reveal her identity and kill her.

Her grandmother's, what kind of broken identity was arranged for her by her subordinates! It's okay to be a Taoist companion, but you're still being molested and humiliated by the other party... and tidy up on the bed! Hehe, hehe, when she goes back after finishing her work, she has to repay her stupid subordinates!

Unfortunately, in Ning Fan's eyes, the previous trial was just such a small highlight.

Fortunately, the audience just felt bored, and a certain dark horse team in the second round of this session appeared, which immediately made everyone feel refreshed!

Chifeng Department! That is a team with such immortals as Master Hongzang!

Finally a decent team came out...(To be continued.)