Grasping Evil

() "Lu Bei! You can't think of monopoly on this task! Ming Luo puppet, this old man has to decide!"

The white-eyed old man sneered endlessly. He called Ning Fan Lu Bei. Obviously, he had read the wanted notice issued by Emperor Teng and knew that Ning Fan was Lu Bei.

Ning Fan was not surprised when his identity was revealed, and it was not surprising that the other party, as a cultivator, had a way to obtain a wanted order.

Ning Fan was not afraid of being wanted by Emperor Teng, he flew all the way, did not hide his appearance, and did not deliberately avoid it. If you encounter an enemy who is attacking, you can kill it.

Ning Fan's eyes swept lightly, and among the nine puppet masters, eight had bad eyes, as if they had already recognized their identity.

Only the girl in Tsing Yi, who was peeking at the virtual cultivation base, had a calm gaze that was a little surprised at this moment.

She didn't seem to have expected that the handsome young man in white was the devil who angered the Emperor Teng.

Just thinking of Ning Fan's intention to monopolize the mission and occupy all the Ming Luo puppets, the girl in green looked at Ning Fan with a hint of hostility.

"If I insist on monopolizing the mission, what will you do?"

Ning Fan glanced at the white-eyed old man and spoke lightly.

The white-eyed old man was startled, as if he didn't expect Ning Fan's tone to be so strong, that he dared to ignore his threat.

He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "On the road of self-cultivation, the strong are respected. If your Excellency wants to monopolize the task, then show the strength that will convince the old man and others!"

After speaking, the white-eyed old man suddenly took a step forward, his skin dries up rapidly, and two bright white awns shot out from his eyes, swept towards Ning Fan.

Swept away by the white light, Ning Fan only felt his body gradually stiffen, his skin showed signs of tree formation, and a layer of white bark floated up, as if he was about to turn into a wooden puppet.

Ning Fan once sacked Guanghan City, and has seen many tree clan spells. He knows that the old man is using a very powerful pupil technique in the tree world.

This technique is called 'The Eye of Huamu', which is a secret technique of the Huamu family. If you practice this technique to the highest level, you can turn a virtual cultivator into a tree with just one look.

This technique is extremely difficult to practice, and this white-eyed old man can cultivate this technique. It's not a small chance.

With this white-eyed old man's Taixu cultivation base, using the tree-turning technique, with just one look, the Chongxu cultivator can be transformed into a tree.

But it is not enough to use this technique to tree Ning Fan.

"break!"

Ning Fan's mana swayed, pieces of bark peeled off his body, his body returned to normal, and the tree was broken.

Immediately, he took a step forward, and the white light on his right arm flashed, and a silver gauntlet appeared. A body shape. Probing hands towards the eyes of the white-eyed old man!

This blow did not stimulate the attacking supernatural power of the White Tiger Armor. Rao is so. The power of a single blow is comparable to that of a body repair in the fourth realm of the golden body!

"Divine Profound Spiritual Clothing!" In the hall, everyone's eyes were shocked.

The white-eyed old man's eyes were startled, he didn't expect Ning Fan's physical body to be so powerful, and he didn't expect Ning Fan to hold the Divine Profound Spiritual Apparel.

He is a puppet master. He is proficient in puppet art, and most of his magical powers are connected to puppets, so he cannot take a single blow from Ning Fan with his physical body.

He didn't have time to think about it, he took a half step back, slapped the storage bag, and took out countless puppets.

In an instant, 216 pinnacle puppets appeared in the hall, all lined up in front of the white-eyed old man.

The white-eyed old man then took out a formation plate, and once urged. At the feet of the 216 puppets, a huge silver-white formation appeared, and streaks of light connected the bodies of all the puppets.

At the same time, 216 puppets punched at the same time, with a flash of light, and the fists and beams were unified!

"Wood puppet formation!"

216 puppet blows. Incorporated into the light of the puppet formation, it turned into an extremely dazzling fist, the power of which was comparable to that of a Taixu strike.

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed, his claws turned into fists, and he punched the puppet formation, activating the magical power of the White Tiger Armor, and hitting a white tiger fist.

Illusory, White Tiger!

With one blow to the next, the puppet formation shattered, the entire city of Yiyi shook violently, and the palace hall trembled, all the palace pavilions that stretched for hundreds of miles turned into fly ash and dissipated.

The entire city of Yiyi was filled with the roar of the white tiger, and countless monks were in shock, frightened by this terrifying fluctuation of fighting skills.

After a long time, the shaking in the city stopped and the smoke cleared.

Ning Fan put away his fists and stood with his hands behind his back. The white-eyed old man was clutching his chest, his breath was disordered, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the shocking color in his eyes was quite strong.

The 216 incarnate puppets summoned by the old man were all smashed into pieces by Ning Fan, and there is no possibility of repairing them!

He took a pill and suppressed the injury, his eyes showed a look of fear, and he didn't dare to look at Ning Fan.

He is not Ning Fan's opponent!

He knew that if there were no 216 puppets standing in front of him, he would definitely be hit by Ning Fan's white tiger fist, and he would be killed or injured.

On the surface, the white-eyed old man was not too weak in this fight, but in fact he was defeated.

Ning Fan just used the spiritual outfit to punch, without spending too much mana and physical strength, he was still in a state of ease.

The white-eyed old man has lost 216 puppets of the peak of the gods, which are almost all of his puppets!

Losing the puppet master means that the magical power is reduced by 90%. He is not good at other spells and physical arts. If he continues to fight with Ning Fan, he will definitely lose.

Having lost so many puppets, the white-eyed old man no longer dared to go to Tanggu to hunt down the tree king. Without the puppets, the risk was too great.

At this moment, he must re-collect materials and refine puppets

"Humph! Lu Dao's friendly means! The old man's skills are not as good as others, and he has no face to fight for tasks here, farewell!"

The white-eyed old man snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a light, and left Jumang directly.

Tang Xiong took a deep look at Ning Fan, and he asked himself that he couldn't take that punch without injury. He secretly thought in his heart that Ning Fan really had amazing magical powers.

Tang Xiong secretly guessed that this punch might not be Ning Fan's strongest supernatural power.

As soon as the white-eyed old man left, none of the remaining eight puppet masters could be Ning Fan's opponent.

"Who else wants to compete with Lu, come forward and enlighten me." Ning Fan glanced lightly at the remaining eight puppet masters.

Being caught by Ning Fan's eyes, the four Chongxu and the three Taixu puppet masters were all uneasy in their hearts.

As puppet masters, they rely on puppets to fight. Losing a puppet is nothing.

Seeing that Ning Fan's Divine Profound Armor was so domineering, killing 216 god-turning peak puppets with one punch, how could they dare to take out the puppets to fight Ning Fan?

Their puppet technique is not as strong as the old man with white eyes, and there are not as many puppets as the old man with white eyes, and even the old man with white eyes is no match for Ning Fan.

If they fight Ning Fan, most of them will be destroyed by puppets

For a while, everyone was silent.

The four Chongxu puppet masters shook their heads and sighed, turned and left, giving up the mission. Although the puppets refined by Master Wan Changkong are rare. But it is too worthless to pay all of your wealth for a peeping puppet.

The three Taixu puppet masters snorted and stared at Ning Fan resentfully. After all, no one dared to take another shot, and they all left.

Only the girl in green clothes struggled and did not leave immediately.

She bit her lip and seemed to want to say something, but she sighed slightly and left after all.

On the ruins of the palace hall, in the end, only Ning Fan and Tang Xiong were left.

Tang Xiong sighed. More than ten sound transmission flying swords were sent out to the whole city. Tell your subordinates not to be nervous. The previous fluctuations in fighting skills were not that someone attacked the city of Yiyi, it was just a competition of fighting skills.

He flexed his fingers, and the mana of Mu Xing spread for a hundred miles, and a giant tree grew again on the ground. The heart of the tree was hollowed out and turned into a brand new palace.

"I don't know when the friend entered Tanggu to kill the tree king and complete the task?" Tang Xiong asked very politely.

"When night falls, I will enter Tanggu to say goodbye!"

Ning Fan took away the task jade slip, clasped his fists slightly towards Tang Xiong, turned into a flash of light, and flew out of the city.

The reason why he chose to enter Tanggu at night is because the tree demons can self-heal with sunlight photosynthesis during the day, which is quite difficult to deal with.

Kill the tree king at night. The difficulty is slightly less.

Ning Fan left the city of Yiyi and traveled all the way east. After traveling for about 30 million miles, he flew out of Tanggu and stopped the light. Standing on the top of a tree mountain, quietly waiting for night to fall.

At this moment, it is dusk, the evening wind is blowing, and the setting sun is about to sink.

Ning Fan's heart was peaceful, he was neither afraid of Emperor Teng's pursuit nor offended the nine puppet masters.

The mission Jade Slip included a map of Tanggu. Ning Fan carefully planned in his heart how to kill two tree kings who had returned to the original cultivation base in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

There are countless tree demons entrenched in Tanggu. These tree demons are low in intelligence and vicious, and they will attack all the monks who enter the valley indiscriminately.

These tree demons have tough flesh and are suitable for refining into puppets. Many puppet masters in Jumang love to come to Tanggu to capture the tree demons and make puppets.

A few years ago, two tree kings were born in Tanggu, and they killed many puppet masters who entered Tanggu. Therefore, the bamboo emperor set this task to kill the tree king.

"Puppet art, sometimes cruel"

Ning Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly.

He was very angry when he first heard that someone slaughtered the Mingluo tree clan to refine puppets.

But after thinking about it over and over again, he felt that the act of killing and refining puppets was normal in the cultivation world.

Ning Fan himself was a devil who had killed countless people, so he was not qualified to blame Wan Changkong for his tyranny.

Wan Changkong's slaughter of the Ming Luo clan is not fundamentally different from that of Ning Fan's slaughter of Demon and Ghost Forest, Xinghai, and Leita.

However, from the standpoint of the Mingluo clan, Ning Fan ultimately hated Wan Changkong.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong. There is no absolute right or wrong in the world. It only depends on the position.

Ning Fan raised his palm and looked at the white palm, but he knew that it was covered in blood.

He lowered his hand, closed his eyes again, and said to himself in silence,

"If one day, there will be no more enemies in the world, I can let go of the killing, but that day is too far away."

"Under the Nine Realms, there are strife. Above the four heavens, there are strife. Even among the ancient immortal emperors, there are endless battles. No one can avoid the strife. Where there are people, there will be strife."

"This sea of ​​true cultivation blood, once you step into it, you will never be able to turn back."

When Ning Fan sighed, the twilight was silent.

When the stars rose into the night sky, Ning Fan took a step, and he knew that it was time to go to Tanggu.

At this moment, a murderous intent suddenly appeared from behind Ning Fan.

An incomparably sharp cyan crystal short sword touched Ning Fan's vest, a petite figure, somehow lurking behind Ning Fan, launched a sneak attack on Ning Fan.

"You finally showed up? Lu Mou is very curious, why are you so obsessed with Mingluo puppets who are just peeking into the virtual world." There was no surprise on Ning Fan's face, as if he knew that someone was lurking behind him.

"Stop talking nonsense! The puppet of Ming Luo must not fall into the hands of a demon like you!" Behind Ning Fan, a girl's voice with a bit of resentment came.