Grasping Evil

() Within three days, Ning Fan was like a gale, swept up to the ninth floor.

Killing, and killing in this place where there is no worries, for him, there is no difficulty.

Especially in this place where Lei Xiu undead gathered, relying on Taisu Leitu's Cray magic effect, relying on the slaughter of three puppets to refine the ferocious power, even if it is a phantom cultivator, it is only certain death.

Ning Fan Klei can destroy the virtual dragon by itself, plus the three puppets, which floor is the catastrophe!

On the sixth floor, there was only one peeping thunder master, who was besieged by Ning Fan and three puppets, killing him directly.

On the seventh floor, there were a total of two peeps, but they were still not Ning Fan's opponents, and they were all slaughtered.

On the eighth floor, there were also two peeping voids, all of which were destroyed.

On the ninth floor, there are a total of three peeps, one escapes, and two die!

On the sixth to ninth floors, Ning Fan killed a total of 7 peeps.

After careful calculation, there are already 11 masters of virtual refinement who died in their hands.

500 Spirit Transformation Primordial Thunders, and 7 Peeping Void Primordial Thunders, all fell into Ning Fan's hands.

Those silver and gold Lei Yus were also put away one by one, maybe they could be used in the next transaction with Lei Shiyi.

With so many Yuan Lei, it only made the first-order thunder armor break through two-thirds toward the second-order, and at least 6 phantoms were killed, or 600 gods, before the thunder armor could break through the second-order.

Even if it has not broken through to the second rank, this thunder armor defense is already terrifying and abnormal, and no one can break through the thunder armor defense below the ninth floor.

Ning Fan already had 9 black gold bamboo leaves in his hands, which was more than enough to complete the red-clothed task.

According to the intelligence, there are a total of four Void Guards on the tenth floor of the Thunder Tower.

The four peeps, even Ning Fan is unwilling to take risks, at this moment, he is ready to leave.

Just looking at Lei Yinyu in his hand, Lei Shiyi still hasn't contacted Ning Fan. It was a pity for Ning Fan.

It seemed that before he left, he could no longer trade with Lei Shiyi again.

Originally, Ning Fan was still preparing,

Again with useless Lei Yu. Exchange some treasures from Lei Shiyi.

After all, Ning Fan is not a cultivator, he is only fighting with Clay and puppets.

If you are besieged by too many peeps. Even Ning Fan couldn't win.

Having made up his mind, Ning Fan returned to the lower level.

Then, at this moment, above the sky, the black light of escaping thunder shot out one after another, with an undisguised murderous aura.

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed. There are at least 1,000 God Transformations and more than 10 Void Refinings in that dark escaping light!

All the practitioners on the ninth floor should have died. These masters are undoubtedly from above the tenth floor!

"Bold madman, dare to take action against the Dragon King's younger brother, courting death!"

The leader of a peeping cultivator is the thunder master of the tenth floor thunder tower. Its tyrannical aura was released, and it turned into a giant mountain, attacking Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, and he immediately understood that these masters were. They are all here for the fourth-layer Thunder Lord Xulongzi!

Twenty-fourth floor thunder master... Ying Longzi! This person is so powerful that he can send out such a big battle just to deal with Ning Fan alone. To make so many peeps, I sincerely call it a king!

One master was imposing to Hua Yue and suppressed Ning Fan, while the other masters tried their own secret techniques. One after another, they all attacked Ning Fan's primordial spirit, all of which were techniques for attacking infants.

Facing the combined attack of ten virtuosos, even Taisu Leitu couldn't swallow all the lightning.

Seeing that Ning Fan's two fists were no match for his four hands, the ten Lianxu all believed that Ning Fan would die.

But at this moment, Ning Fan was dressed in white, and suddenly a black cloak appeared.

Its figure disappeared from the eyes of countless masters...disappeared!

"Impossible! This child is obviously only half-stepped, why is the concealment technique so strong, even I can't find his whereabouts!"

"It is rumored that the reason why this son was able to sweep the first nine floors was only because he relied on three peeping puppets, but his own strength was not worth mentioning. Now it seems that this is definitely not the case! This son's methods are extremely difficult to deal with, but this is hidden. The technique will make it impossible for me to wait..."

"If there is no way to search, we must search! Otherwise, how should I explain to Ying Longwang!"

The crowd sank like water, and tried several spells to crack the concealment, but they couldn't find the trace of Ning Fan at all.

The cloak of bullying, the quality of the gods, and the broken mind can block one or two, and only ten people can find out the whereabouts of Ning Fan.

They couldn't find out Ning Fan's whereabouts, but with a flash of inspiration, a large group of people guarded the teleportation formation from the ninth floor to the eighth floor, just waiting for Ning Fan to throw himself into the net.

When this large group of experts were searching for Ning Fan, Ning Fan had already escaped a million miles away, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Although this group of masters couldn't find him, they sealed off the lower road, so unless Ning Fan killed all ten people, he would not be able to leave Leita.

"Ying Longzi, if you don't let me go, you will regret it."

Ning Fan's Escape Light did not move towards the eighth floor teleportation formation, but instead moved towards the tenth floor teleportation formation.

He, don't go!

He decided to teach Ying Longzi some lessons!

With so many masters in the lower bounds, the tenth-layer defense is definitely weak.

Kill, start!

When countless masters guarded the passage on the eighth floor, the tenth floor fell into a bloody catastrophe.

The Thunder Master on the 10th floor only brought along one Glimpse Lower Realm. Apart from the two of them, the other eight pursued Gypsy, who were masters above the eleventh floor.

On the tenth floor, there were only two Jingxu left, and the two Jingxu were replacing the tenth floor Thunder Master, guarding Wujin Zhuye, and were talking about something.

The topic of discussion was actually related to Ning Fan.

"That madman, daring to kill Yinglong King's clan brother, is really courting death. Now he is probably dead."

"Hehe, Lord Lei took the shot personally, it's not reasonable. It's a pity that I can't participate in this chase and suppression mission, otherwise, if I can slash that scorpion, I will definitely make great achievements in front of King Yinglong. King Yinglong is the Black Thunder Tower. Asking the void is the strongest, and breaking through to the void is only a matter of time. Once the Dragon King breaks through to the void, he will definitely be the number one expert in the first thirty-six floors!"

"What's the harm in being able to befriend a master of this level and hunt down a half-step Void Refinement!"

While the two were laughing and chatting, suddenly there were screams and fighting sounds from the outside world.

All smiles were stunned, and both of them shouted in alarm, "Who is so bold, dare to come to my tenth floor to ask for trouble!"

The tenth floor was the strongest among the top ten floors, and no undead dared to come to this floor to make trouble.

The two escaped in a flash, swept out of the palace, and looked around coldly. The two of them wanted to see what kind of daring madman dared to come here to court death.

Just seeing someone. Both of them couldn't hide their shock.

But I saw a figure in white robe and gold armor, walking indifferently in the sea of ​​blood. Everywhere they passed, they made strong shots, and countless undead died tragically.

Beside him, the three black-robed puppets were equally indifferent to slay the enemy. The four of them joined forces, and there was no Nascent Soul or God Transformation at all, which could stop the four of them.

Ning Fan's eyes were indifferent. The evil spirit covered the sky, and in that evil spirit, there was a terrifying aura left behind by eleven paths of refining the virtual body and dying.

The two left-behind Lianxu glanced over at Ning Fan. His heart was disturbed by the evil spirit, and it was difficult to calm down.

"This madman is obviously surrounded by ten illusory refiners and a thousand gods, so why can he escape from the siege!"

"Eleven people! It's not wrong, this person's hand-blade refining number has reached eleven people! This child is extremely dangerous! Retreat quickly and join the Thunder Lord!"

The two wanted to escape, but it was too late!

Ning Fan's eyebrows twinkled. Leitu spread out, covering all the undead in Leitu, and the murderous intention was activated.

"kill!"

With an order, the three puppets moved towards the two refining virtual circles...

After half an hour, only a piece of ruins remained.

Ning Fan stood on top of the two refining corpses, swallowed two blood mines, and glanced at the teleportation formation on the eleventh floor.

The eleventh floor may be dangerous, but why is he afraid!

And on the eleventh floor, it seems that there is still Lei Eleven. I don't know if I can buy Yuan Lei from this person at this moment.

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Black Thunder Tower, eleventh floor.

Ning Fan's deeds spread in Leita at a terrifying speed.

With the power of one person, the ten-story thunder tower was destroyed.

Besieged by ten Refining Voids, but fled away in a grand manner.

Its name, even some old monsters who asked about the emptiness, would not dare to underestimate it.

Wanbao Pavilion is a certain force in the eleventh-floor Thunder Tower. The master of this force is the famous Wanbao Pavilion owner... Lei Shiyi!

This Lei Eleven has a weird temperament, and although he is strong, he seems to be in the wrong way with the eleventh-floor Lei Master, and he has never made friends with any Leita master Lianxu.

This person's only hobby is to do business, earn Lei Yu, and devour Lei Yu to improve his cultivation.

Don't look at this person who usually competes with others for a Lei Jade. This person is definitely the richest cultivator in the first twenty-four floors.

At this moment, in the main hall of Wanbao Pavilion, Lei Shiyi was playing with a golden thunder abacus, with a wretched smile, calculating the number of newly collected Yuan thunder.

"Chu Nanfeng, this old guy has contributed 1,700 Taoist Elemental Lightnings, four Refinement Void Lightnings... Mo Feiyun, contributed 3,000 Spirit Transformation Lightnings, and seven Refinement Elemental Lightnings... Old Man Yang , 2,500 paths, five paths of refining virtual essence thunder...and..."

Lei Shiyi showed excitement. This time, when he returned to the eleventh floor, he acquired a total of 10,000 divine essence thunders and thirty-five imaginary essence thunders.

With so many Yuan Lei, if they were all sold to Ning Fan, they would make a lot of money.

In the main hall, the five people in the early stage of virtual refining all had strange expressions on their faces. They were all guests of Wanbao Pavilion, and they were Chu Nanfeng, Mo Feiyun, and others as Lei Shiyi said.

They were puzzled, and why the pavilion master went to great lengths to collect a large number of Yuanshen's thunder.

To the undead Lei Xiu, these Primordial Spirit Thunders are rubbish.

They really don't understand why the pavilion master needs this thing.

"Dare to ask the pavilion master, what is the magical effect of this thing..." Chu Nanfeng still questioned.

"Wonderful use? How do I know what's the use of this crap? But all I know is that this thing can be sold for money... It's not difficult to sell it for four or five hundred silver jade."

"These garbage can be sold for such a high price? Who can afford 500 silver jade, is it also asking the old ghost?" Mo Feiyun wondered.

"It's not Wenxu, he's just a half-step practice, but this half-step practice is a little unusual. Even the old man thinks this person is not easy to deal with." Lei Shixi sighed,

"The pavilion master is joking, there is no one in the world that can compete with the half-step refining of the ghost..." Old man Yang shook his head and retorted, but suddenly, he stopped talking, thinking of the rumored madman who swept the tenth floor of the Thunder Tower.

That one person seems to be half-stepped, and one person swept the tenth floor.

The prestige of that person makes ordinary peeps tremble.

"No! The rumors must be false. There is no such tyrannical half-step practice in this world. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, this old man would never believe it!" Old man Yang didn't want to believe it.

"The rumors are not necessarily false!"

An arrogant and tyrannical voice suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Old Man Yang's words.

This voice has the aura of the middle stage of refining, and it is an old monster who asks the virtual, and its aura is even stronger than that of Lei Shiyi.

"Lei Lord!" Old man Yang, Chu Nanfeng, Mo Feiyun, and the others suddenly stood up and looked at the person coming.

Even Lei Shiyi's eyes sank and he said unhappily,

"Zhufeng, why are you here!"

"It's ridiculous to hear that you are collecting Yuan Lei so much. What's the value of collecting this kind of garbage?" Zhu Feng sneered.

"You didn't answer the old man's words!" Lei Shiyi's eyes became even colder.

"I am here only to take away your Immortal Emperor Thunder Bone!" Zhu Fengyin said with a smile.

"Why should I give this to you!" Lei Shiyi seemed to have heard something ridiculous.

"If you don't hand over this thing, the Wanbao Pavilion will be destroyed! This is what the Dragon King Ying meant. You should know the fate of disobeying the Dragon King! I will give you a day to think about it! After a day, I hope to hear a satisfactory answer! "

Zhu Feng sneered and left floating, leaving only the master of the hall with a solemn expression.

Lei Shiyi's eyes were gloomy, and the feeling of being threatened was very uncomfortable.

When everyone was silent, suddenly a subordinate rushed into the hall anxiously, sweating profusely.

"Pavilion Master, no, it's not good..."

"What's wrong! What happened again!" Lei Shiyi said displeased.

"He, he's here..." The subordinate seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying.

"Who is here..."

Lei Shiyi hadn't asked about it yet. The next moment, a young man in white lightly entered the Wanbao Pavilion and said with a light smile,

"Fellow Daoist Lei, stay safe. You have collected all your Yuan Lei? This time Zhou brought a lot of money."

As soon as Ning Fanfang appeared, there was a hint of fierceness, and the whole room was startled.

"The Thirteen Paths of Refining Void Suffocation! This son, such a strong and fierce power, is he really a half-step refiner!"

"It's him! Wasn't he hunted down on the tenth floor, why did he break into the eleventh floor!"

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