Grasping Evil

Ascension Tower, 35th floor.

Yun Youmu's face was very complicated.

The moment he saw Xia Huangjian, he finally understood why he was so familiar with Baimu.

What kind of white wood is that... It's clearly Ning Fan!

The appearance can be disguised, the aura can be changed, and the cultivation base can be fabricated. Only the Xia Huangjian, but it is impossible to have the same second sword...

Ning Fan used the Xia Emperor Sword to kill the Lanling King.

In the battle with Yun Xiaoxiang, Ning Fan also used the Xia Emperor Sword.

Yun Youmu had seen this sword twice at close range, and it was absolutely impossible to admit his mistake. This sword still gave him a feeling of lingering fears.

"Baimu is Ning Fan, Ning Fan is Baimu... Yuhuang Ning Fan actually sneaked into the demon world, is he one of the helpers that the young master of Shenxu Pavilion has found? If possible, I really want to tell He Daozi that this person is not to be underestimated. Look, unfortunately...I can't say...I can't tell anyone, Ning Fan's identity..."

Yun Youmu smiled bitterly.

He couldn't help recalling the meaningful smile of Ning Fan when he came to this cave.

From Yun Youmu's palace, it can be seen that Ning Fan deliberately let himself know his identity.

Ning Fan expected that Yun Youmu would not dare to reveal his identity.

After all, Ning Fan has planted a demon ban on Yun Youmu, and he can control Yun Youmu's life and death at will.

If Ning Fan was in danger and died, Yun Youmu, who was planted with a demon ban, would also die, and the master and slave would be destroyed.

If Yun Youmu offends Ning Fan, Ning Fan can take Yun Youmu's life with just one thought.

"Even the emperor is not his opponent, and He Shixiu is probably not his enemy."

...

Ascension Tower, the 29th floor!

The one who sits in the cave dwelling on this floor is the patriarch of the Moyang clan, Mo Tianjun!

This man was dressed in a sheepskin cloak, with two curved horns on his head, his white beard reaching the ground, and it was tightly closed. Adjusting the breath in the cave.

He has the cultivation of Void Shattering Second Layer, and he is also proficient in incarnation and soul extraction.

His last sheep incarnation is extremely difficult to deal with, and has the strange ability to absorb other people's demon power.

His soul extraction technique is not high, but it can also increase nearly 10% of his demon power.

If you don't know his details, the second broken cultivator. He is often drained of his demon power and defeated calmly.

This person is not weak in the Fragmented Void Second Layer.

"There are still less than four hours before the end of the competition... It's a pity, the old man's strength is not enough to capture the first twenty floors of the cave, and it seems that he has no chance with Yuanqingdan..."

While he was sighing, Su Tianjun suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a sharp look.

Then, he snorted slightly disdainfully.

"Hmph, who is this son? With the cultivation of the first layer of the virtual world, do you want to take the old man's cave! In the demon world, except for a few monks, no one dares to despise the old man like this!"

Mo Tianjun's face was gloomy, his whole body suddenly turned into a white light, and he flew out of the cave in an instant. Appeared in the vast desert outside the cave.

His old and cloudy eyes stared straight ahead.

In that direction, a young man in white is walking step by step, and every step is brewing momentum!

"White Feather Clan, Bai Mu." The young man said his name lightly, without any nonsense.

He could see at a glance that Mo Tianjun in front of him was an old monster with a very high self-esteem. He will never let him out of the cave so easily, he will only be captured in a battle.

"Mo Yang Clan, Mo Tianjun!"

Do Tianjun also means no nonsense.

After reporting his name, Mo Tianjun shook his body violently and transformed into the incarnation of Mo Yang.

Its body was slightly raised, and the robe disappeared. The whole body grows gray fur like a monster.

"The art of incarnation..." Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

With just one glance, he could see that the incarnation of the last sheep was a little weird, and he couldn't say exactly how.

"It's better to deal with it carefully." Twelve points of vigilance have risen in his heart, paying attention to all the changes around him.

"Soul pumping!"

Mo Tianjun grabbed the earth with one claw and pulled out the soul of the earth from the earth. swallow.

After swallowing the soul of the earth, its demon power immediately increased by as much as 10%, and its breath increased a lot.

"Imagination, swallow the sheep!"

Mo Tianjun's eyes were suddenly sharp, his fingers clasped together, and a huge purple-horned sheep shadow appeared behind him.

In an instant, the entire cave began to vibrate strangely.

Countless squirming white silk threads suddenly pierced the ground and tangled toward Ning Fan!

The white line moved extremely fast, and even teleported. Ning Fan hurriedly escaped, escaping from the spot. When it appeared above the sky, it was still entangled by some white threads.

The moment the white thread entangled his hands and feet, Ning Fan immediately felt that his mana began to flow away rapidly, and it was sucked by the white thread.

"Swallow, swallow, swallow!"

Mo Tianjun showed a rather smug look, any cultivator who was smashed, as long as he was entangled in the thread of the last sheep, he would have no way to escape, and he would eventually be sucked out of his demon power.

This line is not afraid of being slashed by ordinary swords, and it is not afraid of burning by ordinary spirit fire, and ordinary means cannot break this line.

It's a pity that Mo Tianjun doesn't know how much Ning Fan wants.

"The secret technique of the last sheep tribe...the technique of swallowing sheep..." Zhou Nan, who followed quietly, sighed softly.

When he was young, he fought with the Moyang tribe and suffered a lot in this technique.

"If Baimu can't handle this technique, the old man will help him."

Zhou Nan just had such a thought in his heart, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is... such a strong flame! It can even burn out the thread of the last sheep!"

However, seeing Ning Fan, who was entangled by the white thread, a black demonic fire soaring to the sky suddenly burst into flames around him.

The rank of this black magic fire has clearly reached the rank of the seventh-grade high-grade!

This is a flame formed by the fusion of twenty-four kinds of sky frost and earth fire, and it has also incorporated many other spiritual fires and cold air.

This fire rank is the best in the rain world. Although it may not be the best in the demon world, it can also be ranked among the top three in the demon world!

With Zhou Nan's eyesight, it was natural to see that this fire was not any flame he knew.

In this way, this fire must be a special flame cultivated by Ning Fan with a special cultivation technique.

"burn!"

Ning Fan uttered only one word, and the black fire immediately vented out of his body, burning tens of thousands of miles above the desert, and the sea of ​​fire reached the sky!

Countless threads of last sheep were all burned into ashes in the black fire.

With Ning Fan's current cultivation base using yin and yang fire, the second cultivator is not his opponent at all!

If Ning Fan's cultivation is a few more realms stronger, reaching the realm of the fourth level of Shattering the Void, and mastering this fire, he can directly match the Rain Emperor with this fire!

"What a strong flame! It's no wonder that this child is in the realm of shattering. He dares to take my cave. It turns out that he has something to rely on... However, this old man also has a way to break your flame and swallow the fire gourd. Take it!"

Without a word, Mo Tianjun raised a red gourd.

Once this gourd was sacrificed, it immediately contained the billowing flames.

The sea of ​​​​fire that stretched throughout the cave gradually began to weaken.

Ning Fan glanced at the fire-devouring gourd. This gourd is a magic weapon of the immortal and imaginary middle grade, and it comes with the supernatural power of warding off fire.

Using the cultivation base of Shattering Void First Layer to cast the magic fire is no match for the power of this gourd.

His eyes gradually became indifferent, black energy entangled around him, and he took a step forward and turned into a body in black.

Divine Sense has not entered the second heaven of Shattered Void. Ning Fan transformed into an incarnation, and the increase in cultivation was not as huge as before, but it was not small.

He flexed his fingers again, clicked the shattered void, and scratched with all five fingers. Pull out the soul of the void and swallow it in the belly.

In an instant, the imposing manner of the Fragmenting Void First Layer skyrocketed, breaking through the Second Fragmenting Realm, and moving towards the peak of the Second Fragmentation.

"I still can't break into the Three Fragment Realms with these two great magical powers. But it's enough to deal with this person... Fen!"

Ning Fan's breath at the moment is stronger than Mo Tianjun's breath.

As soon as his fingers changed, the demonic fire that had been sucked into the gourd immediately became violent, trying his best to burn the fire-devouring gourd.

As the aura of the caster increases, the power of these magic fires naturally increases significantly.

Breathe past. The fire-devouring gourd is like a red-hot iron block, with a dazzling red glow.

The second breath passed, and the fire-devouring gourd began to make a sizzling sound, but there was no slight cracking sound.

Three breaths!

The fire-devouring gourd suddenly clicked and shattered.

at the moment of shattering. The black fire turned into a fire dragon, flew out from the crack of the gourd, and burned the remains of the gourd into fly ash!

"Gourd, my gourd!" Mo Tianjun's expression changed greatly.

He never expected that Ning Fan was also proficient in incarnation and soul extraction.

He couldn't have imagined that Ning Fan could actually extract the Void Soul, and this technique was even more accomplished than him!

He didn't have time to think more, because with Ning Fan's finger, the nine black fire dragons were already in chaos, roaring!

"Fellow Daoist stops, this old man admits defeat!"

Mo Tianjun didn't even bother to manage the gourd, he directly borrowed a soil escape and fled, not daring to resist the attack of the nine fire dragons.

Rao fled in a hurry, but still suffered a lot of burns.

This is still Ning Fan's mercy. If not, Mo Tianjun would at least be severely injured by the yin and yang fire that Ning Fan exerted with all his strength.

Seeing Mo Tianjun fleeing, Ning Fan did not chase after him, took back the magic fire, stepped into the cave, and borrowed Yuan Huangyu to watch the Taoist enlightenment in this cave.

There are a total of 471 lines of life and death on the primordial spirit. As Daowu gets deeper and deeper, it is impossible to increase the number of Dao patterns in a leisurely way.

Fortunately, the design of the Ascension Pagoda is inherently more profound than layer by layer.

In this way, after walking through these five hundred layers of cave dwellings, the number of Dao patterns will exceed 500.

"He won so quickly!" Zhou Nan's eyes were shocked.

In his opinion, Ning Fan, who used his soul-pulling and incarnation magical powers, would not necessarily be defeated even in a battle with the Three Old Monsters.

Maybe... Ning Fan can compete for the top twenty floors of the cave!

"If the old man is only in the third realm, he may not be this son's opponent... Based on this, this son may really be able to reach the top 20 floors!"

After watching Daowu, Ning Fan didn't stay for a long time, and with a flash of light, he flew towards the 28th floor.

Attacking the enemy with yin and yang fire is a bit of a waste of mana. If it's just a battle, that's all. In situations like this wheel battle, it's not suitable to continue to use yin and yang fire.

Ning Fan slapped the storage bag and took out the Xia Emperor Sword.

The body of the sword was cold, and the heartbeat of the five people was slightly heard.

It was the heartbeat of five little girls with sword spirits, who were hiding in the sword, trying to help Ning Fan hold the sword.

"Come out, now I can control this sword calmly. From today, you don't need to stay in the sword body."

Ning Fan said with a bit of distress.

He knew that with the cultivation of the Five Sword Spirits, it was actually very difficult to control this sword, and it was a hard and tiring job.

There was no way before, and I had to give this hard work to five little girls.

Now that Ning Fan's combat power is fully activated, he has even cultivated the sword intent of Xia Huangjian. Even without the help of the Five Sword Spirits, he can control the sword calmly.

That being the case, there is no need to let the five sword spirits be affected.

"Wow! Xiaofanfan don't want Jingjing anymore. Jingjing is so sad!" The first sword spirit left the sword body in tears and ran back into the sword bag.

"Wow! Xiaofanfan don't need Momo, Momo is more sad than Jingjing!" The second sword spirit returned to the sword bag in tears.

"Wow! Xiaofanfan doesn't want water, water is not good for you! Humph!" The third sword spirit rushed back in tears.

"Wow! Xiaofanfan don't need Huahua. Huahua will never do such or such things with you again!" The fourth sword spirit ran back to the sword bag with nonsense, she didn't seem to have done anything with Ning Fan.

"Woo ... oh ... wow ..." The chin was endless, crying, crying back.

In the sword bag, five little girls could not stop crying.

Ning Fan held back the escape light and rubbed his head with a slight headache.

He just wanted Wu Jianling to rest, Wu Jianling seemed to have misunderstood that he was going to abandon them...

Are these five little girls glass hearts, so fragile...

"I won't abandon you." Ning Fan explained helplessly.

Children always need to be coaxed.

"Really!" The crying stopped, and the little girls became lively again.

"Really... can you sleep well, don't make trouble."

Ning Fan issued an order. The five small talkers immediately shut up and went to sleep.

After comforting the five little girls, Ning Fan continued to fly to the 28th floor.

Sitting on the 28th floor is an old demon monk in a cassock.

This person is a meditation, and there are many kinds of meditation.

Someone tempered the flesh. Powerful against gods and demons. Some people temper supernatural powers, and Xumi breaks all laws. Of course, there are also people like this person who have karma in sword cultivation.

This demon monk had a blood-red flying sword on his knee.

He closed his eyes and entered meditation, his heart was like still water, but at a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. With blood in his eyes, he praised in a hoarse voice.

"What a heavy evil spirit! What a strong sword intent! What a powerful devil!"

The demon monk suddenly stood up, clasped his hands with one hand, raised the blood sword with the other, and walked out of the cave.

In the far distance of the cave, there is also a young man in black. With a golden sword in hand, he walked towards him step by step!

In the eyes of the young man, the suffocating power was earth-shattering.

The whole body of the young man was shocked by the strength of the sword intent.

Every step of the youth is brewing a sword. Every step, you can step out of golden ripples on the ground!

"Are fellow Daoists coming to snatch my cave!" The demon monk asked in a cold voice.

"Yes!" The black-clothed Ning Fan's words were like gold, the evil spirit in his eyes dissipated a little, replaced by the pure golden sword glow.

"Defeat me, the cave is yours!" The demon monk felt the heavy pressure from Ning Fan's body.

Although he is a cultivator of the Shattering Void Second Layer, at this moment, Ning Fan's breath is still better than his, only a little less, can be broken into the third!

"as you wish!"

Ning Fan's pace gradually slowed down, but his sword momentum became stronger and stronger.

He is trying to substitute himself into the identity of Yun Tianjue.

In his mind, the endless sword art of Wanjian style reverberated repeatedly.

Wanjian Style is the Void Shattering Swordsmanship, which is one of the three major swordsmanships of Yuntian Jue.

Ning Fan is already slowly cultivated, enough to fully exert all the power of Wanjian style.

With the Xia Huangjian and its sword intent, coupled with the Wanjian style, he is confident that he can defeat the two groups of cultivators with one sword!

"Can't wait! When his sword power rises to the strongest, this old man must be defeated! Blood lotus style!"

The demon monk fiercely raised his sword, the blood-colored sword intent flying all over his body, and a huge phantom of a blood-colored Bodhisattva appeared behind him.

The blood bodhisattva stepped on the blood lotus, and with the movement of the demon monk's sword, the blood lotus began to wither one by one.

Every time a lotus flower withers, the sword glow of the demon monk becomes stronger.

At this moment, the demon monk's flying sword shone with bright red blood, and there was even a trace of blood and lotus fragrance.

The entire cave space suddenly trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse.

The demon monk suddenly raised the blood sword, and the blood sword suddenly turned into hundreds of millions of blood lights, which exploded from the center, like a lotus flower in full bloom.

Hundreds of millions of sharp sword lights slashed down, as if they were about to cut Ning Fan into flesh.

Ning Fan sighed, with this demonic monk blocking him, he couldn't finish nine steps after all, and couldn't raise his sword power to the peak.

Even so, this sword stance is enough to defeat this demon monk with one sword!

The sword light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and at this moment, the whole person seemed to be transformed into an immortal sword!

He suddenly raised his hand, holding Xia Huangjian, pointing to the sky.

Immediately...a sword fell!

The whole world seems to stand still, as if only the power of this sword is left!

The sky in the cave space was dyed into pure gold by the sword glow in an instant!

golden sky. It suddenly rained, and countless golden sword lights fell from the sky!

One, ten, one hundred. Thousands!

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten thousand!

In the end, tens of thousands of sword lights turned into a billion sword rain with 100%!

Ning Fan assumed the identity of Yun Tianjue in order to understand the essence of Wanjian Jue.

After that, he abandoned Yun Tianjue's sword stance, leaving only the essence, and turned it into his own Wanjian stance.

Actually. Yun Tianjue's sword demon inheritance, in which the sword styles are displayed by different people, should be different.

In the past, Ning Fan was just constantly imitating Yun Tianjue's sword style, but that was not Ning Fan's own sword style after all.

this moment. Only Ning Fan can truly display his own ten thousand sword style!

When the sword fell, the whole world seemed to be silent, and the pieces of blood lotus sword light were submerged by the golden sword rain and shattered.

The golden sword rain slashed on the ground, destroying the entire cave into ruins, only the cave was not destroyed.

The old demon monk seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and his eyes were shocked.

When the rain of golden swords that overwhelmed the sky fell down. He can only urge the blood lotus sword light to protect the body.

The feeling that this sky-filled sword rain gave him was too dangerous!

laugh! laugh! laugh!

One after another blood lotus sword light was broken, and countless golden sword rain penetrated the body of the demon monk, causing him serious injuries.

Ning Fan is still showing mercy, otherwise, even if his sword strength has not reached its peak, it will be enough to kill the demon monk with one sword.

puff!

The demon monk gave Ning Fan a shocked look. With a wry smile, he fell to the ground.

Ning Fan didn't look at the demon monk, he entered the cave with his sword, and after a few dozen breaths, he flew to the 27th floor.

behind him. Followed by a billion golden sword rain, when entering the 27th floor, it almost scared to death the two old monsters who were sitting in the cave on the 27th floor.

"What a strong sword light, I am not this person's enemy! But fleeing without a fight is not my principle. This battle is unavoidable!"

This old shattered old monster held a treasured fan magic weapon, raised his hand and raised his sacrificial to the sky, knocked down Ning Fan, and there was a faint sound of mountains and rivers falling.

This fan is called the Mountain and River Fan, and it is a good magic weapon, but it cannot stop the rain of billions of swords!

Ning Fanfang defeated the old demon monk and made the sword power reach the strongest!

He waved his golden sword, without even looking at the treasured fan, he raised his hand and it was a sword.

One sword... Ten thousand swords fall!

The rain of swords is like a waterfall, and the treasure fan is no match for the rain of swords.

And the old two-shattered monster was swept to the ground by Ning Fan's sword, half kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, but not dead.

Sword rain fell, the earth in the cave was still in the process of collapse, and countless mountains were razed to the ground by the sword light.

The two old monsters sighed, stood up, and clenched his fists towards Ning Fan.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your mercy!"

After that, there was no pause, and it turned into a light to escape towards him, but he never dared to compete with Ning Fan for the cave.

"Even if it's a broken three cultivator, it may not be able to take this person's sword... I, not his opponent... hey..."

26 floors, 25 floors, 24 floors, 23 floors...

Ning Fan went all the way down, but any cultivator who encountered the Second Fragmented Realm would be defeated by a single sword!

Every time a person is defeated, his sword strength increases by one point.

In the Second Fragmented Realm, no one can stop his sword!

He stepped on the rain of one billion swords, and finally walked out of the cave on the 23rd floor and flew towards the 22nd floor.

Sitting on the 22nd floor is a cultivator of the Shattering Void Triple Heaven!

Ning Fan knew where the bottom line of his strength was.

The battle of the broken three will be a hard fight.

...

Outside the Ascension Pagoda, when the name of Baimu appeared on the 23rd Demon Monument, countless monks were stunned.

The Second Fragmented cultivator in the Ascension Pagoda has been defeated by Ning Fan alone!

And Ning Fan, was still heading towards the 22nd floor, trying to challenge the Three Broken Cultivators!

"Is Patriarch Baimu really just a cultivation base of Shattering the Void First Layer..."

Countless low-level monks called Baimu, and consciously brought the word "old ancestor". They are already in awe of the two characters Shiramu!

Yuan Huang and other demon emperors, all of them locked the demon monument with their spiritual senses, wondering if the cave dwelling on the 22nd floor would also change hands...

Under normal circumstances, the cultivators of Shattering the Void 1st layer cannot fight against Shattering 31, but Ning Fan's strength is enough to swept the Shattering 2 realm, so he might not be able to defeat Shattering 3...

The Ape Emperor and the hundreds of powerhouses he brought with him all had gloomy eyes.

"This... what's the situation!"

Tan Zixin came to Tianyuan North City at the right time and came under the Ascension Pagoda.

She only glanced at the demon monument, and for a moment, she stayed where she was.

"The 23rd floor! Baimu is so powerful that he can win the cave on this floor! This... how is this possible... Didn't he ask the Void cultivator why he could defeat the Void Shattering cultivator..."

"This girl doesn't seem to know that the ancestor Baimu is not asking about the cultivation base, but the realm of the first layer of broken virtual, and its strength is very strong, enough to sweep the second group of repairs... tsk tsk tsk, after today, the old Baimu Ancestor must be the name of the demon world!" A low-level cultivator who did not know Tan Zixin's identity explained to Tan Zixin.

"What! Baimu is actually broken!"

Tan Zixin was extremely shocked at first, and then showed an expression of overjoyed joy.

If Ning Fan is really broken, if he really has the ability to reconcile yin and yang, then not only can Grandpa's injury be completely healed, but even becoming an immortal will have a little more hope...

"I don't know how Uncle Zhou's investigation is... I hope Bai Mu is the person I'm looking for, I hope everything goes as I wish... I really don't want to see Grandpa die..."