Grasping Evil

Inside the tomb, Xiao Mingque held a large bag of pills in his hand, with a slight reluctance in his eyes, looking at the direction above the ninth floor of the tomb, dazed.

During the three months, Xiao Mingque had already woken up, and had always stayed by the side of Hei Yi to protect him.

What she didn't understand was that Ning Fan in black was too indifferent and never gave her a smile. Just for Xiao Mingque's request, Hei Yi still made pills, and let Ming Que know... Although his face is cold, his temperament is still gentle.

"Brother Bing is gone...I can't bear to eat these Dan Bingbing..."

In Mingque's small heart, she felt a little blocked, and the tears fell, and she panicked.

"Grandpa, why are my eyes peeing..." she said eagerly.

"Silly girl, this isn't peeing, it's tears... Missing someone, if you miss someone, you will cry, if you miss a home, you will cry when you miss..." The little old man Ming Luo, There was a sigh of admiration in his eyes.

"Tears, what is that? What is missing...home, what is it?" Mingque's heart suddenly tightened when the word 'home' flashed through.

"Home...home is a place that you have to worry about even if you are far away...your home should be this grave. And grandpa's home, huh, is far away... .A place called 'Tree Realm'... Hehe, that Ning Fan, his talent is quite good. When he melts his soul, he separates his avatar and cultivates his avatar to the position of Nascent Soul... Even if this son is in the tree world, He's also a genius..."

"..." Mingque tilted her little head and ate a mouthful of pills. She didn't understand the sadness of Ming Luo Treant.

However, she faintly felt that Ming Luo's words were wrong, and her home should not be in the grave...

Recently, Ming Que has always been dreaming. In the dream, his name is Si Cang, and he has a "home" that is far, far away, and it seems that there is another "home" that is not too far away...

"Grandpa, I want to leave the grave..." When the word 'Si Cang' flashed through her mind, she suddenly felt a little sad, and it was a feeling she couldn't understand at all.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Not to mention that this graveyard has special means to restrict the monsters in it from leaving, you can't leave at all, even if you can leave... You know, you are a pill demon! Spirit, have the opportunity to cultivate into a rank nine or even higher medicinal pill! If you leave the grave and lose your grandpa's protection, the human race from the outside world will eat you! Those human races are not as afraid of you as the monsters in the grave. .." Ming Luo's face changed greatly, and he reprimanded.

"Oh..." Ming Que responded in a low voice, not knowing what she was thinking, but there was a question in her heart.

Human race, is it really scary?

Brother cake, isn't it good?

That old man Xue Qing, although timid, is not terrible, right?

Moreover, those living beings in the dream who bowed down to them...their pious eyes, are they really scary?

"I still want to leave the grave..." She said softly in her heart, but didn't say it.

...

All of this happened after Ning Fan in black left the grave.

But at this moment, Ning Fan has merged the two incarnations and changed back to the past.

White clothes and black cloaks coexist, smiles resonate with killing intent, ice and fire burn in the fairy veins, good and evil, gods and demons change in their eyes.

White clothes are like gods, black clothes are like demons, Yin and Yang are one! Everything is secretly in line with the principles of Yin-Yang Dao!

Thousands of miles away from Ningcheng,

An ancient battlefield full of ruins. This is where Jing Zhuo and Su Qiu pursued the black corpse.

The Sword Shadow of Zhuxian was about to dissipate, and the black corpse, by means of various means, just survived under the sword energy!

Seriously injured! Black blood all over the place! But his gaze was even more ruthless, and this serious injury, although he knocked down his corpse demon realm, greatly improved his state of mind!

After destroying the sword shadow, Jing Zhuo's ancestor was speechless, and even if he fell into it, he would die. I really don't know how Ning Fan used that sword energy. As for the strength of the black corpse, he once again raised his awareness.

As the sword shadow was dismantled, Jing Zhuo immediately froze. The reason why he didn't leave was to kill the black corpse after it was seriously injured.

If he could kill the black corpse, then he would not have to flee far from other countries, then the country of Yue would have avoided the danger of collapse, and the Fire Cloud Sect would have avoided the difficulty of overthrowing.

He could give Huoyunzong to Ning Fan casually, because he saw that Ning Fan would treat Huoyunzong kindly, but in his heart, he still had great affection for Huoyunzong.

"Fairy Suqiu, I will take action together and kill this demon..." Jing Zhuo said through a voice transmission.

"No, he's here..." Su Qiu raised her bright eyes, looked at the sky, and smiled sweetly.

Ning Fan's figure was hundreds of kilometers away, and it seemed that if Jing Zhuo didn't let go of his spiritual sense with all his strength, he couldn't feel Ning Fan's breath at all.

But Su Qiu felt that it was the woman's special induction first, and then the divine sense induction.

Sure enough, the black corpse broke the sword shadow and smashed the four illusory sword shadows in the sky one by one, standing on the sky, not looking at the ground and the others.

He was seriously injured, but it would not be too difficult to destroy Jingzhuo, because he still has infinite cards!

It's just that his heart has been filled with hatred, the indestructible Jingzhuo, the unimpeded, the one who will kill, there is only one person in his heart at this moment... Ning Fan who is approaching in the black light flashing!

"Ning Fan! It turns out that you are the Yuan Ying cultivator! So, it's not surprising that Tian Yizi was destroyed by you!" Hei Zhe laughed in anger.

"..."

Ning Fan, who came to the rescue, was still dressed up that day, standing in the air, not talking to the black corpse at all, just glanced at the ground and smiled at Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo.

"It's hard work... The next thing, I will handle it, you all stay away..."

This sound is ethereal, but the power is stronger than Jing Zhuo! This is the real Nascent Soul trend!

But the strange thing is that the cultivation base mana shown by Ning Fan is only half-step Jindan.

Jing Zhuo hesitated slightly, but immediately pulled away.

He still remembered the divination of the old man, Ning Fan killed him Jingzhuo easily. Before, he believed half of it, at this moment, he believed 90%!

And Su Qiu looked at Ning Fan above the sky, raised her head, and smiled brightly.

"The safety of the country of Yue is handed over to you... little guy."

This Su Qiu seems to love to rely on the old and sell the old. But this smile is indeed ten thousand times more delicate than ordinary girls.

This smile is a master of Nascent Soul from a certain Rain Palace, which is hard to find.

The two leave.

On this ancient battlefield, only Ning Fan and Heishi were left.

Ning Fan's eyes swept across the black corpse lightly, with fear, and a more than 90% chance of winning!

Black-clothed Infant, it was just that the spiritual sense reached the early stage of Nascent Soul, it did not make Ning Fan's mana leap substantially, but it gave Ning Fan two great magical powers!

The first is teleportation, and this black light teleportation is extremely strange. It does not consume mana, but consumes the power of spiritual sense. Even so, it has reached the teleportation speed of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. And Ning Fan has a conjecture, if his body in white clothes also breaks through the Nascent Soul stage and masters the secret technique of teleportation of mana, then the black and white teleportation superimposes, and his teleportation speed can far exceed that of a cultivator of the same level!

The second is the technique of Mo Liu's distraction, that is, the magical power that the black-clothed body explodes into tens of thousands of black sword thoughts.

This magical power is based on the same principle as Jian Nian, but its power is enough to injure the monks in the early Nascent Soul. Before that, he killed Tian Yizi with one move.

The reason why he was able to destroy Tianyizi was not only because Tianyizi himself was only a golden core, but only because he was deposited with the mana in the early days of Nascent Soul, and his realm was insufficient. At the same time, it also reflects from the side, the power of this ink flow distraction technique!

Even, after comprehending Mo Liu's Divination Technique, Ning Fan's Sword Sense, Ruo You Ruo Wu, had a hint of black, which made the power of Sword Sense slightly increased.

Two kinds of supernatural powers, one escape and one attack, simply made a qualitative leap in Ning Fan's strength. The only regret is that Ning Fan's mana is too weak after all, and he must not fight for a long time. He must fight quickly.

This is also the reason why Heiyi did not hesitate to use the strongest supernatural power when facing Tian Yizi before. The mana is limited, so he must succeed with one sword!

He patted the storage bag and took out a bottle of Kuming Pill. Ning Fan didn't care about the bitterness of the pill, he directly swallowed a dozen pills.

With the speed of refining the medicinal power of the Yin-Yang Demon Blood Vessel, he could completely recover his mana while fighting, although after replenishing his mana in this way, the distance between the black corpse and the mana is still the difference between heaven and earth.

But Ning Fan has a 90% chance to kill this corpse demon!

This is a kind of confidence! An imposing manner of a Nascent Soul cultivator traversing the world!

The prestige of the Immortal Emperor is only prestige in the end, and it lacks Ning Fan's own realm understanding, so there is little potential... Without potential, no matter how strong the prestige is, it is just a falsehood. Fox fake tiger might, may it really hurt people?

But the power at the moment, although only Nascent Soul, is far inferior to that of the Great Emperor of Chaos, but this power is real, it belongs to Ning Fan, and this murderous aura is also obtained by Ning Fan fighting all the way!

"Your Excellency is the descendant of the corpse demon, and Ning is the descendant of the yin and yang demon... In this way, you can die in peace." Ning Fan's eyes changed, and his killing intent rose to the peak.

He opened his mouth suddenly, and nine dragons of black fire swept across the world, and black flames covered the sky!

"Yin-Yang Demon Vein? What kind of Demon Vein is that... Wait, this is the Earth Vein Demon Fire, the real Earth Vein Demon Fire!" The black corpse's expression changed greatly. He never expected that Ning Fan, who was in front of him, had such a Demon fire.

Even when he was in full bloom, it was extremely difficult for him to resist the fire, not to mention that at this moment he lost Tianyizi's mana container, and his corpse was seriously injured. It would be extremely dangerous to fight against this fire with the flesh!

"You have this fire... that's all, the old man admits it, and leaves Ningcheng and Yueguo!" Hei Zhi's eyes were a little weak for the first time. At this moment, his situation is not as good as others. No matter how deep the hatred is, he can temporarily suppress it. Next, look for opportunities to retaliate in the future.

But the one who responded to the black corpse was only Ning Fan, an indifferent voice.

"Longxuan Fire, the first turn, the second turn, the third turn, the fourth turn!"

Almost for a moment, the black flames that filled the sky turned into a huge flame vortex, and the black corpse was involved in it.

The power of this whirlpool is extremely strange. The black corpse tried to use a little mana to teleport away, but was surprised to find that his body could not break free from the power of the whirlpool!

Star vortex, reversible attack!

Fire vortex, can lock teleportation!

The word swirling implies a circle of truth, and the heaven is a circle, and the sun is a circle! Everything related to the circle must not be underestimated!

Sinking into the vortex, the black corpse had to use the little mana left to submerge into the flesh and forcibly resist the fire power.

The four-turn dragon vortex fire, although powerful, is only enough to hurt the middle or even late stage of Jindan. For him, it is like scratching the itch.

If the corpse was not afraid of flames, he would not even go to resist this black devil flame.

"Although I can resist this fire, once the mana is exhausted and there is no container to replenish, I will be seriously injured in the fire... Today, it is better to escape first!" He slapped the storage bag in the flames, and immediately The corpse with the head opening its veins and melting the spirit rushed out of the storage bag at a loss, and rushed straight into the sea of ​​​​fire.

Hundreds of corpses were consumed, and the fourth turn of the dragon whirlwind fire was easily and effortlessly broken by the black corpse, and he immediately pulled away and retreated.

And Ning Fan in the distance, seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed... Today, this demon must not be let go, otherwise this demon's ruthless personality will definitely be retributed!

"Fifth turn!"

His face paled slightly, and he forcibly activated the fifth turn of Dragon Whirlwind Fire... At the fifth turn, even though his spiritual sense broke through the initial stage of Nascent Soul, it was still extremely reluctant to use, and his mana was even more like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was rapidly consumed. Empty, more than a dozen pills entered the abdomen, the medicinal power was turned into mana, and the mana was immediately consumed, and it still looked like it was insufficient. And Ning Fan immediately bit the two bitter life pills in his mouth, and in the bitter taste, he barely made the mana enough to support the fifth rotation of the dragon whirlpool!

The fifth turn of the dragon vortex, the flame vortex attracted a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and the fire power increased several times, even the Nascent Soul cultivator, who was hurriedly involved in this vortex, must also be injured!

The black corpse, which had almost escaped the flames, was immediately sucked back by the whirlpool, and as soon as the fifth-rank fire burned, he cried out in agony.

"Ning Fan! Don't force me!"

"Hey, I don't force you, I just kill you!"

"Okay! This old man will let you see, what is the meaning of destroying the country with ten thousand corpses!" The black corpse shuddered and shook the black bag. Among them, nearly a thousand giant fusion spirits flew out, plunged into the flames, and blew themselves up one after another. The fire of the fifth-turn dragon vortex exploded!

After that, he finally stopped and turned the black bag over completely. Nearly 6,000 corpses, 2,000 fused spirits, and 100 golden pills all exuded a rancid smell, scattered the flames, and rushed towards Ning Fan!

Ning Fan's eyes changed, thousands of corpses! The name of this black corpse's '10,000 corpses destroying the country' is actually true!

But what about the ten thousand corpses... Ning Fan closed his eyes in an instant, and when he started again, the sword light flashed in his eyes!

At this moment, the murderous intent in his body was completely transformed into the awe-inspiring awe-inspiringness of exterminating a group of ghosts alone in the forest of demons!

"Destroy!"

He faintly said a word, and a sword thought exuding a faint black aura spread out vertically and horizontally!

All the corpses wrapped in sword thoughts, those who cultivated their veins and melted their spirits, were directly smashed into flesh by sword energy.

As for the 100 Jindan refining corpses, seventy-three corpses in the early Jindan stage were directly cut off by the waist!

As for the corpse refining in the middle and late stages of Jindan, even if they didn't die, they were still seriously injured under the sweep of Jian Nian.

The so-called ten thousand corpses were actually destroyed by a spell of Ning Fan!

At this moment, the black corpse's expression changed greatly. He never imagined that this Ning Fan had the rumored Sword Consciousness and Sword Nian!

If he had known this earlier, he would definitely not have sent corpses to besiege Ning Fan. At most, he would use corpses in the middle and late stages of Jindan to deal with Ning Fan!

Jian Nian is a nightmare for corpse and soul cultivators!

"You actually have a sense of sword! You are definitely not some bullshit yin and yang demon veins, you are the divine vein of the sword, you are a person from the sword world! Old man, fight with you!"

The black corpse's eyes suddenly showed a crazy color, as if he had a deep hatred with the people of the sword world. But all this has nothing to do with Ning Fan!

Under the control of the black corpse, the twenty-seven corpses that were slightly injured in the middle and late stages of Jindan came flying, uttering strange roars, and each of them was about to explode, intending to perish with Ning Fan!

Ning Fan teleported and flew thousands of feet away, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

The fifth turn of Longxuan is already his limit, but if he wants to destroy the black corpse, it is not enough... In this case, there is only one fight!

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood essence on the black magic flame in front of him, which made the black magic flame instantly increase into fire power, but there was still an infinite distance from the sixth turn of Longxuan.

Being bullied by the corpse refiner again, Ning Fan escaped with a teleport, spraying three mouthfuls of blood essence, his face was already pale, and the fire power had not yet reached the power of the sixth rank.

"Not enough, come again!"

A teleportation opened the distance again. This time, Ning Fan slammed into the chest with a heavy punch, and his breath was madly weakened, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the black devil flames as if he was dying.

The fire of the dragon vortex danced violently, turning into a huge flame dragon that stretched thousands of feet, and that huge vortex was the mouth of the fire dragon!

At this moment, the entire Yue Kingdom's hundreds of thousands of miles of land, the spiritual power seems to be mobilized by this spell.

One by one, the monks were stunned, looking at the shadow of the illusory black dragon in the sky, and they were all horrified.

In the dark shadow, there is a trace of the real dragon demon power, which gradually takes shape, and at the moment when the demon power takes shape, the fire dragon's eyes suddenly reveal the agility of indifference and contempt for the common people!

The sixth turn of Longxuan can completely condense a real dragon phantom with magic! The level of this technique can only be understood by cultivators at the peak of Yuan Ying, and the power of this technique is performed by Ning Fan. Even if the realm is low, it is more than enough to seriously injure the black corpse!

"Mad, this is... a lunatic! He wants to fight with me, why! The old man has a deep hatred with him!" The black corpse raised a trace of fear. If an ordinary cultivator saw that the black corpse was difficult to deal with, he would definitely stop making peace and be cautious. for the above.

But this Ning Fan is simply going to be with the black corpse, never ending!

The whole body was sucked into the dragon's mouth by the flames, and in just a moment, the black corpse immediately felt that the corpse that he was proud of began to melt rapidly.

This sixth turn of the dragon fire, unless you are fully prosperous, you can barely compete. At this moment, you are trapped in the fire, and you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

"die!"

Ning Fan's anger was like a gossamer, so much blood was spewed out, and the wounds he suffered were too severe, but in order to destroy the black corpse, he would not hesitate to do anything!

Under its control, the black fire dragon opened its mouth and spewed out countless black fireballs. The fireballs exploded outside the bodies of the corpses, and turned into flame vortexes, each of which was no less powerful than The Fire of Dragon Vortex of the fifth turn!

Almost at a glance, all the refining corpses turned into fly ash, and the black corpse in the dragon's mouth, in the center of the sea of ​​​​fire, had a sense of mortal death in his heart.

The flames were enough to seriously injure him, but not enough to kill him. But when Ning Fan looked at him with murderous eyes, the black corpse trembled.

"The technique of ink flow distraction!"

Ning Fan pointed between his eyebrows, and the sea of ​​​​knowledge turned into black sword shadows, rushing out of the heavenly spirit and circulating in the sky.

The sword qi was like a black tide, submerging into the black fire, and in the sea of ​​​​fire, waves of wild waves were set off, just like dealing with Tian Yizi before, Wan Jian was like the wind, and the black corpse was involved in it.

Smash, Smash, Smash!

Crushing all the medicinal pills, Ning Fan poured all his mana and spiritual power into this blow.

If you have a vengeance, you must share life and death... This is what the old demon taught him!

After the whistling sound of broken swords and scattered fire, Ning Fan finally couldn't bear the power of the spell's backlash. He was knocked down to the ground by the heat wave of the spell, and fell behind heavily, coughing up blood.

Numerous Hokage and sword qi shattered in the clear sky, revealing one of the charred corpses riddled with holes...

This corpse, with no trace of decay, was completely scorched, and the black corpse's soul was completely burned into nothingness.

But even so, this corpse has not been destroyed yet. Is this the strength of the physical body that is close to the edge of the corpse demon?

If it is the real corpse demon in his own cauldron ring... flesh, how strong should it be?

Ning Fan took a long breath before barely getting up, looking at the charred corpse in the distance, pondering.

There is no joy in winning, there is only a trace of peace.

"Emperor Nirvana, I am approaching you step by step... One day, you will end up with this corpse..." He said lightly.

...

Ning Fan is calm, because he has more powerful enemies, so that he will never be complacent before killing Emperor Nirvana.

But Ning Chengzhi Xiu became suspicious after the drastic spells collided just now.

Thousands of miles away, on the ancient battlefield, the collision of spells was too violent. It was a rare war in the thousands of years of Vietnam.

As for the outcome of this battle, they are most concerned about...

Who wins? Is it 'Ning Heimo' and Ning Fan, or...the black corpse that destroyed the Seven Kingdoms?

Under the nervous eyes of the cultivators, Su Qiu and Jing Zhuo returned to Ningcheng on the way to escape.

The former is still a little surprised, while the latter is full of sighs, which can be described as extremely complicated.

Jing Zhuo's complexion made the hearts of the cultivators sank, and they asked directly.

"Ancestor, why are you frowning... Could it be that Ning Heimo lost to that corpse demon?"

"Defeat? Cough, cough... See for yourself..."

Jing Zhuo suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance, and all the monks, following Jing Zhuo's gaze, could vaguely see the sky in the distance, a young man in white clothes and a black cloak came slowly.

The mana of the young man seems to be extremely weak, making him elusive and a little unstable, but his gaze is as calm as ever, and in his hand, a charred black corpse is raised, as if he is preaching a trophy.

No explanation is needed, all monks are relieved...

The black corpse was destroyed! Without a doubt!

But the young man in white clothes and black cloak in front of him is Ning Fan or Ning Heimo... You must know that Ning Fan and Ning Heimo look exactly the same.

Bu Kuangfen gave Jing Zhuo's ancestor a very resentful look, and this expression appeared on a strong man of him, which was extremely strange.

"Old Ancestor, you are true, since it was Master Black Demon who won, you should be happy, why do you frown and make me worry..."

"Happy...cough cough..." Jing Zhuo should be happy, but he couldn't. He was being abused by the black corpse, but it was Ning Fan... who actually used the sixth-rank dragon fire comparable to the peak infant-level spell, and burned the black corpse into a charred corpse...

Jing Zhuo knows that the one who destroys the black corpse is not Ning Black Demon, but Ning Fan... There is no bullshit Ning Black Demon in this world.

Therefore, he sighed, and it was even more inevitable that he felt a little unbalanced... Ning Fan, is he really an 18-year-old young man... Jing Zhuo is more willing to accept that Ning Fan is a fourth-rank alchemist who has lived for thousands of years, Yuanying monk.

It's just that the mood is complicated, I am afraid there will only be Jing Zhuo alone, and the other monks cheered.

After Ning Fan landed in Ningcheng, Nangong, who was chasing the ship of the extremely yin gate, also brought people back.

The battle of Moyue will end here, and after Ning Fan, I am afraid that he will have to embark on the road of forming pills.

He was weak, and before he could rest twice, he was immediately rushed into his arms by Zhihe, and he almost fell.

And the one who fell to the ground before him was Fairy Su Qiu...

"Oh, Brother Fan, look at it, what's wrong with Fairy Su Qiu, why did she faint!" Zhi He exclaimed.

"This is..."

Ning Fan's spiritual sense swept towards Su Qiu, who was in a coma, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Su Qiu, poisoned, although the poison is not severe, but Su Qiu has been poisoned deeply, and detoxification is quite troublesome...

He secretly said a word of rudeness, but his palms touched Su Qiu's pair of beautiful feet.

"Sure enough, it was the poison at that time... This stubborn woman was poisoned. I don't know what to say... She has been brave until now..."

Ning Fan shook his head gently, but there was a hint of admiration for Su Qiu.

As a woman, she has such a tough temperament, not many... This woman, not bad.