Grasping Evil

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The world of the graveyard, the ninth floor.

In the endless horizon, there is a sea of ​​forests lined with huge trees of hundreds of feet, and above the sea of ​​forests, there is a slight drizzle.

Ming Luo Zongyun has finally loosened his dry skin.

"It's safe to escape here... Every towering giant tree here is a clone of the old man's spiritual transformation... The number of clones is more than 100,000..."

Ming Luo's words are both comfort and warning. Let Ning Fan not worry about the pursuit of the snake-scale old man, and let Ning Fan understand that when entering this place, it is best to treat the poison for the bright bird, otherwise, any giant tree here can kill Ning Fan's life. , a great threat.

"Let's start treating the poison quickly... My way of suppressing the poison, the time is almost up..."

Ning Fan's expression remained unmoved, and the threat to Ming Luo was not taken to heart.

His eyes swept over the drizzle on the ninth floor of the grave, and immediately closed his eyes.

The drizzle here has no characteristics, and it is no different from the ordinary rain curtain in the mortal world... But Ning Fan has a good understanding of the meaning of rain, and he can see... the ninth floor of the dark tomb. , there should be no rain. This rain is caused by divine will.

It has nothing to do with mana, has nothing to do with spells... It's just God's will, from heaven and earth, calling for rain.

The meaning of False God, cultivated to the extreme, can change the laws of heaven and earth... And in the ancient times, it was rumored that there was a demon ancestor, Zhulong, who had a clear understanding of the laws and was unique.

When you open and close your eyes, you can change day and night, and when you breathe out, you can change the seasons.

Immortals can turn stones into gold, turn decay into gods, and turn autumn into spring... All of these have a lot to do with the meaning of virtual gods.

Of course, even if a generalized cultivator initially understands the meaning of False God and integrates his own way, he may not be able to change the laws of heaven and earth.

Changing the law requires great magical powers... When God Son of Que realized the divine will of the rain, his cultivation was extremely high, and he was already a master of the true immortals.

On the ninth floor of the dark tomb, there was no rain, but back then, an old man in black, just a word, stimulated the divine will of rain, and made rain on the ninth floor of the dark tomb.

"I'll let you rain, and you'll have to... it's an order."

This sentence turns all the arrogance into a plain tone, but the domineering is not reduced... Because this sentence is what the son of the bird said to the sky.

From the first floor to the ninth floor, at this point, Ning Fan completely revisited the journey of enlightenment of the son of the bird.

In his heart, the feeling is very deep, and this feeling will further promote Ning Fan and integrate his own rain.

Between heaven and earth, there are no identical raindrops, no identical divine will. Melting Dao's heart into the divine will... If this step is completed, Ning Fan can completely condense the divine will when he melts the spirit...

Although I can't use it for the time being... but just condensing the will of the gods can make countless old monsters in the early stage of the gods become envious.

Not every old monster can condense the meaning of the False God... Many old monsters in the early stage of the transformation of the gods did not condense the will of the gods in their entire lives, so their cultivation base was stagnant above the initial stage and never advanced.

In the enlightenment, the state of mind slowly sublimates.

It seems that Ning Fan will usher in his third transformation in the grave.

The first transformation,

It is an identity, and its identity is transformed into a cultivator.

The second metamorphosis is the means, the means are endless, and they begin to really become stronger.

And this time the transformation, I am afraid that the transformation is the state of mind.

Ning Fan's strength is far superior to that of Bai Feiteng and his like, and he is still better than that of Yanbai. I am afraid that he is not even weaker than Guiquezi.

But his heart, no matter how whitewashed it is by the memories of the ancient times, is still the heart of a young man, and it is inevitable that there will be some immaturity.

This immaturity is reflected in life experience. His way of doing things can imitate the Great Emperor of Chaos, but many things can never be understood without personal experience and as a bystander.

It was as if many years ago, Ning Fan raised his head, yearning for the immortals who flew away in the sky, thinking that the immortals were carefree. Now it seems that the life of an immortal is no different from that of a mortal. It is still an alternation of joys and sorrows, and joys and sorrows go hand in hand.

He closed his eyes slightly, comprehending the emotion, but in his arms, the unconscious little girl Mingque, suddenly Ying Ning made a cry, a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of pain between his pale brows.

"Her poison has attacked... Quickly go to a place of fire... These ten thousand-year-old elixir, also prepare as soon as possible... Where do I want to cure her poison!"

Ning Fan's face was solemn, he slapped the storage bag, took out a jade slip, branded some spiritual medicines with his spiritual sense, and handed it to Ming Luo.

"You must cure her..." Ming Luo said solemnly.

"Um."

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The ninth floor of the tomb, a place of absolute abyss, is an extinct volcano. The reason why it became an extinct volcano is because next to the volcano, there is a huge 90,000-zhang monster beast.

The bone of the ancient ghost bird!

This bone exudes the unique yin and cold power of the dwarf bird, so that a volcano will be born, and it will be extinguished. And the power of gloom and cold spread throughout the ninth floor of the tomb, causing the rain in the tomb to be endless. It is rumored that the Mingque Valley makes the ghost bird sect full of gloomy and cold, suitable for cultivation.

This relic is extraordinary... But at this moment, Ning Fan obviously has no intention to look at the relic.

Carrying more than ten thousand-year-old elixir, he embraced the delirious little Lolita, a flash of light, and stayed on the crater, looking at the depths of the volcano, the faintly hot magma, and his scalp was slightly numb. After a slight hesitation, the black magic flame spread out, turned into a flame hood, wrapped around the body, and jumped into the crater.

The flames here, the fire power, may have reached the level of the fourth-grade spirit fire, which is only one level lower than the earth vein demon fire. If Ning Fan has not swallowed the Black Devil Flame, he would never dare to enter this place without permission!

The reason for coming here, everything, is only to suppress the poison in Mingque's body. False poison comes from the tail feathers of the ancient Mingque. This poison is powerful for ordinary people, but for Mingque, it is a good thing to improve one's cultivation. The virtual poison was suppressed by the ten thousand year elixir again and again, and when it took the medicine, its power was even more powerful. ,

With Ming Que's golden elixir mana, it is absolutely impossible to refine this virtual poison... However, if there is Ning Fan's help, the result is still unknown.

In order to suppress the extremely cold poison, it is necessary to come to this lava land and use the heat of fire to warm the fairy veins of Mingque's small body.

Inside the volcano, the dark cyan magma was churning with bubbles and exuding heat. This heat was a bit unbearable for Ning Fan, but when it blew on Mingque, it turned into a feeling of comfort and warmth.

"Warm... warm..." The dazed Ming Que opened her big eyes and showed a sweet smile to Ning Fan. She realized that Ning Fan was going to cure her. She is very fond of this big brother who gave her condensed cakes.

"Just warm..."

Ning Fan looked thoughtful. The place is so hot that even he can't stand it, but to Ming Que, it's just warmth.

Before Ming Que's small hand, even dared to have countless hot pills, stretched directly into the cauldron, and took the pills with her hands... All of this should not be the power of the cold and cold, the ability given to her.

"The body of Dan Demon..."

Ning Fan showed a clear look, and vaguely understood Mingque's physique.

Ming Que is indeed an alchemy demon without a doubt, and it is also a five-turn elixirs that transform into a human alchemy demon.

It's just that this pill demon was born on the ninth floor of the dark tomb, next to the bones of the ancient ghost bird... It seems that when the pill demon gained spirituality, it was nourished by the bones of the ghost bird and mutated.

The Mingque at this moment can be said to be a very high-quality medicinal pill, or it can be said to be a monster that has the opportunity to be promoted to the royal family Taigu Mingque... According to Xue Qing, and Ming Luo, Ming Luo The time for the bird to completely transform into shape is also in these thousands of years.

The elixir is the body of the medicinal pill, and it is something refined from the pill cauldron, and the five-turn medicinal pill, the ground fire for refining this pill, must not be lower than the fifth grade... After being calcined heavily, Formed into pills, transformed into demons... Little Mingque, naturally it is impossible to be afraid of flames. She was born in flames.

It's just that what makes Ning Fan care about is a question... The birth of Xiao Mingque is God's will, or is it man-made...

If it is God's will, that's all. If it is human... the body of a pill demon, and the soul of the royal family's ghost... One day, Xiao Mingque's cultivation level will improve, and the level of its pills will also increase, even because it contains the soul of the royal family's ghost bird, its quality Rank, will reach the point where the true immortals are moved...

If Mingque is a true immortal, it was created by man... Then this true immortal, maybe one day, will come back to take Mingque's 'drug'...

That real immortal is just a guess, I don't know if it exists, but the only thing Ning Fan is sure about is... If this person really exists, it is definitely not the son of the bird... From the son of the bird, we can see the character of this person. .. This person is a decisive, self-contained, arrogant and domineering person. He will definitely not spend a lot of time and spend countless years on a pill demon.

With the character of Que Godzi, if you want any medicine pill, you should... go grab it directly!

The Mingque Grave... The Demon Forest... The Demon Forest was sealed by the Sparrow God and became a forbidden place for the Sparrow Sect, but... this demon forest does not seem to have been arranged by the Sparrow God. There are other people who raise ghosts!

Is it possible for a person who keeps a ghost to raise another one in the grave of a ghost, Pill Demon!

Thoughts turned around, but in the end, Ning Fan shook his head... Everything is guesswork, and the truth is elusive... For the present, treat the poison first for the bright bird.

Facing the unconscious Ming Que, Ning Fan's face was calm and calm, he gently undid the hem of his black skirt, buttons one by one, and took off his shirt.

Immediately, a petite snow-white body was revealed. Seven or eight-year-old girls have almost the same body as boys, if this can still cause Ning Fan's evil thoughts, it is really against the sky...

Ning Fan was distracted, took out a jade bowl, and put the ten thousand year elixir in the bowl and ground it into a medicinal liquid... Grinding the medicinal liquid can exert less than one-tenth of the medicinal power of alchemy, which is a waste of skill. , but the matter is urgent, Ning Fan has no time, but refining the five-turn elixir to save life, although the liquid is poor, but the amount is large enough to use.

Dip some viscous and milky medicinal liquid between the fingers, outline the mysterious pattern, and apply it on Mingque's tender body.

The confused little girl felt that Ning Fan's fingers were touching her, and a hint of shyness appeared in her heart, making her face panic.

She was not shy at all, but there were some mixed memories in her mind, which made her understand shyness.

Gradually, she faintly felt that it was extremely inappropriate for her body to be touched like this by Ning Fan.

"Brother Bing...don't touch this place...no...I will give birth to a lot of babies..." Mingque was drowsy, her face was blushing, and she was crying.

"You're a little girl, who taught you all these messes... Could it be, Ming Luo?!"

Ning Fan frowned, with a seven- or eight-year-old girl, there was absolutely no relationship between men and women... What made him dissatisfied was that Ming Luo, who looked serious and disrespectful, taught Ming Que some things. A mess of men and women?

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for a little girl to blush when she touches her body.

Ning Fan, it's really a mistake to blame Ming Luo... Ming Luo is a tree spirit, and he may not know about men and women.

Everything is the damaged memory, inherited from the virtual poison, and gradually spread as the poison is suppressed.

"No, don't...Brother Bing, please, don't use that thing...poke me...I'm afraid of pain..." Mingque begged in a daze.

"You think too much! Little girl, don't think about it, what can't you poke... That's all, let you be quiet for a while."

Ning Fan shook his head helplessly, and pointed at Ming Que Xiu's forehead, making her fall asleep.

Originally, when I detoxified Mingque, I only had a success rate of less than 70%. I was disturbed by Mingque, and the outline of the pattern was not perfect, and the success rate was even lower.

The first step is to outline a hundred array patterns on Mingque's naked body, imitating a hundred immortal veins, and draw out the virtual poison in the immortal veins and attach it to the body surface!

Ning Fan didn't have any distractions at first, and didn't think about men and women at all, but after being mixed up by Ming Que, his heart became a little weird... A Pill Demon who has lived for thousands of years and vaguely understands the affairs of men and women, he is still considered little girl...

And when he drew the pattern between his fingers, he inadvertently swept across the girl's tender body, and his heart froze immediately.

"Ning Fan, you can't do shit... you're a devil, but not a ****!"

He whispered to himself in his heart, suppressing all his thoughts, and it took a long time to outline the pattern completely.

A comatose Ming Sparrow, with long thin strands of hair like a waterfall. The pink and tender skin gradually rose with a hint of warmth, and the virtual poison was being suppressed!

However, Ming Que in a coma has more and more unclear memories in his mind...

"I am... the queen of the ancient Mingque family... My name... 'Si Cang'..."

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