Grasping Evil

Ning Fan seemed to have turned into a sculpture, sitting on the shore of the island, motionless.

But when the water wave moved slightly, the dragon bait had been eaten by the dragon soul.

Ning Fan was not in a hurry to catch the dragon soul, but just repeated the reeling, baiting, and throwing, and let the dragon bait be eaten again.

His eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he could see the satisfied expressions of the dragon souls underwater.

"Yi, is it delicious..." Ning Fan said to himself with a sigh.

On the second day of the conference, half a day has passed.

Night has come, the moon is dim, Ning Fan is dressed in white, sitting alone in the night.

When there were the last few dragon bait left, he directly threw all the dragon bait into the water, but it caused several dragon souls to scramble and fight underwater.

The dragon bait has been exhausted, and he does not buy the dragon bait, but just hangs the empty hook and waits all the time.

Without the dragon bait, the dragon soul finally dispersed after waiting to no avail. There is no dragon to bite the hook here, no dragon to disturb Ning Fan's state of mind.

The dragon soul here seems to have raised its mouth, knows the benefits of dragon bait, and also knows that Ning Fan has no dragon bait anymore.

The dragon souls swam to the islands where other monks were located and began to steal dragon bait.

Some succeed, some fail, and the losers are naturally caught.

That night, many of the cultivators who participated in the meeting gained something, and most of these gains were bestowed by Bai Ning Fan.

All of this has nothing to do with Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's heart seemed to have turned into a gentle wave, without a single ripple.

He looked at the dragon souls who had thrown themselves into the net, as if he had seen himself, so good that all living beings were there.

On the first day, he was madly fishing for dragons, and he could easily decide the death of the dragon soul.

On the second day, he pardoned the dragon and raised it with bait. Can decide the life of the dragon soul.

But in this life, the end is still a dead end...

This is the same as cultivating the Tao. God can easily decide to die.

But it also uses longevity and Taoism as bait. To lure all beings into Taoism.

There are no bait people. Unable to transcend life and death.

The immortal who got the bait thought that he was beyond life and death. Most people still have their day to fall.

The monks in the first step of cultivation are limited by their lifespan, and the immortals in the second step of cultivation are limited by the big and small calamities.

As long as it is still limited by heaven and earth, it is not really beyond the constraints of heaven and earth.

Xian is a person standing on the mountain, but even standing on the mountain. There is still a piece of sky above and a piece of earth underfoot... This mountain is still trapped in the cage of heaven and earth...

The one who takes the bait is the fisherman, and the one who fights for the bait is the swimming fish.

At this moment, Ning Fan held the bait, he was the fisherman, and the dragon souls were fighting for the bait. Killed by bait.

If Dao is the bait, all living beings will be fish and dragons, competing with each other, and heaven and earth will be fishermen.

Ning Fan looked up at the sky. in silence.

If heaven and earth were fishermen, if longevity and Taoism were really bait, he would not want to imitate most people, rushing for the bait and dying for the bait.

He doesn't want to be a fish to be slaughtered, and he doesn't want to be caught out. He wants to be a fisherman who lives and dies.

"If you want to be a fisherman, you must first understand the way of fishing...A fisherman should hide in the river, cast bait in the invisible, kill in silence..."

At this moment, a mysterious light appeared in Ning Fan's eyes.

And his body gradually began to fade, and the fishing rods, fishing lines, and hooks in his hands also began to fade...

At the end of the night and dawn, Ning Fan's body has faded like a mirage.

In the middle of the night on the third day, Ning Fan's body completely disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Uh, where did Fellow Daoist Baimu go?" Several of the old smashers asked in surprise.

The outbreak of the first day, the silence of the second day, the disappearance of the third day...

The actions of the first two days were all for the purpose of comprehending the way of fishing and preparing for the third day.

Ordinary people would not know where Ning Fan went.

The cultivators above Broken Five could see that Ning Fan didn't actually go anywhere. He was still sitting there, but he had hidden his figure and his fishing rod, so ordinary people couldn't see it.

And only the three scattered demons could see that Ning Fan's process of invisibility had undergone three extremely mysterious changes.

Ning Fan's body went from real to virtual, from virtual to life, and from birth to death... The body changed between the virtual and the real, and the breath lingered between life and death.

He is clearly sitting here, but it seems to be integrated with the entire Dragon Raising Pond, as if it does not exist, and the breath is like a dead thing.

This kind of thing, the three scattered demons who joined the demon soul can also do it, but they will never be more perfect than Ning Fan.

Ning Fan seemed to have really disappeared.

Except for the power of yin and yang on the hook, the two dragons of yin and yang would not even notice that someone here had set up a hook and was waiting for them to be hooked.

Ning Fan didn't need any other dragon bait, he directly took out a strand of the purest yin and yang power from the yin and yang lock, introduced it into the fishing rod, and spread it to the fishing hook.

For Yinlong and Yanglong, this power of Yin and Yang will be more attractive than any dragon bait.

At first they didn't dare to take the bait, but after all, they sensed the existence of Ning Fan. Although they wanted to eat dragon bait, they didn't dare to take the bait.

When Ning Fan disappeared, Erlong no longer concealed his lust, and fought under the Dragon Pond for the pure yin and yang power.

Ning Fan is still waiting, and when the battle between the two dragons reaches a critical point, he will turn the hook into one and catch the two dragons in one fell swoop!

The dragon fishing results on the first day were normal.

On the second day, wasting hundreds of dragon baits and letting go of hundreds of dragon souls is the key to understanding the way of fishing and understanding dragon fishing.

Lay down the bait of Yin and Yang, possess purple luck, and wait in the dark.

Once the yin and yang two dragons let go of their guards, start fighting, and start swallowing bait, they can achieve merit in one fell swoop.

"It's a little weird, how come from the second day, the ancestor Baimu has nothing to gain..."

"Tell me, does Patriarch Baimu no longer want to fish for ordinary dragon souls, and wants to fish for the legendary yin and yang dragon soul?"

"Fellow Daoist, stop joking, the Yin-Yang Dragon Soul has not been fished out for millions of years, how could Patriarch Baimu ask for hardships to fish such a difficult Yin-Yang Dragon Soul?"

On the jade platforms on all sides of Yanglong Pond, many monks were discussing in a low voice.

The nine demon emperors were all silent, and everyone's spiritual thoughts were focused on Ning Fan.

He Shixiu used his spiritual sense to detect Ning Fan's actions, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"White wood is so mysterious, what is he doing..."

"Speaking of which, why is it so difficult to catch the yin dragon and yang dragon... This Daozi's luck is obviously close to purple, and the dragon bait has also used a secret medicine, but he still can't catch the yin dragon and yang dragon..."

"If there is no Yin-Yang Dragon Ball, the level of taking the picture is very dangerous. Trouble..."

More than half of the third day has passed, and when the last night has passed, the Dragon Fishing Conference will be over.

How can He Shixiu not be in a hurry, leave him time. It's been less than half a day.

He originally came to fish Yin Long Yang Long with confidence. But now, this confidence has long been exhausted.

"Don't tell me. Even this Daozi's half-purple luck is not enough to catch the two dragons of Yin and Yang!"

The night gradually dissipated, the sky was a little white, and He Shixiu's heart was sinking little by little.

This dragon fishing conference not only failed to catch the two dragons of yin and yang. Even the ordinary dragon soul caught was less than Ning Fan.

He Shixiu couldn't accept this result, but he had to accept it.

"In half an hour, the conference will be over... Damn, do you have to have first-class luck to catch the two dragons of yin and yang!"

When he was talking to himself like this, his eyes were suddenly startled.

Not only was He Shixiu shocked. At this moment, the countless monks in the entire Yanglong Pond and the jade platforms on all sides showed shocking eyes!

However, Ning Fan, who was originally invisible, appeared at this moment!

And on the sea before the end of the night, a dazzling aurora suddenly flashed!

Within that aurora. There is a Dao force that looks down on the sun and the moon!

At the extreme dispersal of that power, the shadow of the sun and the shadow of the moon rises in the sky together, and the vision soars into the sky!

And two extremely frightened dragon roars, from the deepest part of the Dragon Raising Pond, penetrated the pond water and spread throughout the entire Dragon Raising Pond!

Roar!

"This... This is the cry of the Yin-Yang Dragon Soul! When the Dragon Fishing Conference is about to end, someone has caught the Yin-Yang Dragon Soul! Who is it!"

"It's Patriarch Baimu! He caught the yin and yang dragon soul, and once caught the double dragon, but for the time being, he was unable to successfully pull the two dragons out of the sea!"

There were exclamations everywhere.

He Shixiu's eyes were dull, and he seemed to be greatly shocked.

"Why is Baimu able to catch the yin and yang two dragons, is he really purple luck!"

"Nie Zha, what a lot of strength!"

Ning Fan stepped on the shore of the island and violently pulled Taigong to fish. He wanted to pull the yin and yang two dragons he caught out of the water, but he couldn't.

The yin and yang two dragons are huge, and they are still struggling, with great vigor.

With Ning Fan's strength, he couldn't catch two giant dragons at once.

The strength of these two giant dragons is enormous, comparable to that of an emperor beast.

"Zhenlong!"

Ning Fan quietly urged a trace of dragon-suppressing power on the hook, and no one noticed.

After urging Taigong Diao's dragon-suppressing supernatural power, the yin-yang double dragons that were roaring into the sky suddenly screamed in unison, and were pulled out of the water by Ning Fan.

Those were two 30,000 zhang gigantic dragon souls, one black and one white!

The black dragon is the yin dragon, and the white dragon is the yang dragon!

The eyes of the two dragons were terrified and difficult to understand, while the dragon's body was severely injured by the Zhenlong supernatural power, and the dragon's blood was flowing freely.

If it wasn't for the sake of keeping the soul of Erlong and swallowing it, Ning Fan would be able to use Taigong's fishing supernatural power to kill Erlong in an instant.

At this moment, Lao Yuan Huang suddenly stood up, his eyes shocked and moved.

The other two scattered demons also got up one after another, but their eyes looking at the Yin-Yang Erlong were coveted.

Among the old monsters present, these two loose demons were not the only ones showing greedy eyes on the Yin-Yang Erlong.

The Yin-Yang Dragon Soul contains Yin-Yang Dragon Balls. One Dragon Ball can increase the Demonic Power of 50,000 yuan, and two are 100,000 Demonic Guilds.

The Yin-Yang Dragon Soul itself is only a Rank 1 Dragon Soul, not worth mentioning.

There are those who have hot eyes and those who are greedy, but no one makes a move for the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball.

The old fox emperor and the old red emperor are already scattered demons, and it is useless to swallow dragon balls.

In addition to the two scattered demons, other powerhouses also took photos of Yuandian and Lilong's prestige, and dared not take the treasure from Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's eyes were a little loose, no one took the treasure, it couldn't be better.

As soon as he retracted the fishing rod, he took away the Yin-Yang Dragon Balls in the bodies of the two giant dragons, and sealed the dragon souls of the two dragons in the sealed pot.

Lilong had already come from the sea, guarding Ning Fan's side, not allowing anyone to take Ning Fan's treasure.

"Hehe... I can't think of it, I can't think of it! It's really rare that someone has caught the yin-yang double dragon that no one has fished for millions of years."

The old fox emperor and the old red emperor put away their coveted colors and sat back in their seats, their expressions returning to normal.

Lao Yuan Huang gradually put away his excitement and sat back in his seat with an undisguised smile on his face.

Now that Ning Fan has caught the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball, he can use the Dragon Ball to heal his wounds. For him, it couldn't be better.

"This white wood's luck is really against the sky, it seems that most of it is purple luck..." Lao Yuanhuang was both amazed and envious.

Purple luck is very rare. Ning Fan can have such a powerful luck. On the way to self-cultivation, you will encounter more opportunities than ordinary people.

"He caught the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball..." He Shixiu showed extremely complicated eyes.

He didn't want Ning Fan to get such a treasure, but no matter what. After all, Ning Fan is the helper invited by the little demon girl, and will go to get pictures together.

Ning Fan's acquisition of the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball also reduced the difficulty of breaking through that level, perhaps. is a good thing...

"If the yin and yang dragon balls were caught by me, it would be great. This Daozi is not far from breaking through the realm of broken six. If there are dragon balls..."

Yun Youmu laughed at himself, he laughed because he didn't know that Ning Fan's luck was so powerful before.

Lilong is very proud. He is proud that his master has caught the yin and yang dragon balls that countless people dream of.

"The master must be purple luck!" Li Long firmly believed.

The sun rises in the east, and the last trace of night finally dissipates.

When dawn came, this Dragon Fishing Conference was really coming to an end.

Ning Fan heaved a sigh of relief. He crossed his knees on the ground, closed his eyes, and waited for the end of the Dragon Fishing Conference.

He did not continue to fish for dragons.

His luck is strong, and he has long caught the dragon souls with dragon balls. There are very few dragon souls left, and most of them have no dragon balls, so there is no value for fishing again.

The Yin-Yang Dragon Ball has already been obtained, and it is enough.

With these two dragon balls, the risk is much less when helping the little demon girl take pictures.

Before leaving the demon world, you can use the power of these two dragon balls to completely restore the old emperor's demon soul and return the old emperor's favor.

After taking the picture, if he devoured these two dragon balls, Ning Fan's cultivation would definitely skyrocket.

It should be noted that Ning Fan is an ancient god of one aperture. For him, swallowing a Yin-Yang Dragon Ball can increase the magic power of 100,000 yuan, not 50,000 yuan.

"Dragon Ball has arrived, it's almost time to leave the demon world..."

Ning Fan estimated that the time when Yi Xiangdan would fail, it should be in the past few days, and it is almost time to leave.

On the jade platform on all sides, countless cultivators were talking like a tidal wave, and the things they talked about were all related to Ning Fan.

In this Dragon Fishing Conference, Ning Fan was the first in terms of the number of Dragon Souls and Dragon Balls he fished, and he also caught Yin-Yang Dragon Balls. His achievements were unparalleled.

On the jade platform in the east, the mysterious man wrapped in a thick cloak had an expression of jealousy on his face at this moment.

"Damn, this fake Baimu has caught so many dragon souls, so many dragon balls, even yin and yang dragon balls that no one has been able to catch for millions of years... I am the real Baimu, these things should be It belongs to me!"

No one knew that this cloaked man with his head and tail exposed was the real ancestor of the White Feather Clan, Bai Mu.

This person has the body of Qingyang, which is a kind of body of seven suns. There are no women who are not happy, and he has done a lot of evil.

This person's combat power is low, and his strength is at the bottom of his peers.

This person was hunted down by the Xuanhe Patriarch and almost fell. In the process of healing, he came across Cheng Huanglongzi of the Huanglong clan, and worshipped him.

This person was planning to rendezvous with Cheng Huang, expose Ning Fan's identity, and take advantage of Huang's deterrence to take away all of Ning Fan's chances.

Star Stone, Seven Broken Servants, everything, he wants to take it away.

It's a pity that Cheng Huang Longzi didn't show up for a long time, and he didn't dare to challenge Ning Fan alone.

Seeing that Ning Fan borrowed his name again and caught countless dragon soul dragon balls, he was jealous and envious, but there was nothing he could do.

"Why didn't Longzi come! If Longzi is here, with his prestige, he can directly ask this fake Baimu for the Yin-Yang Dragon Ball and Star Stone. A monk against the upper realm?"

"Longzi, Longzi, why haven't you come yet? If you don't come, the Dragon Fishing Conference will end, and the fake white wood may be leaving..."

"Longzi, come on, let's grab all the fake white wood together!"

"Longzi, hurry up, there is only one last stick of incense left in the Dragon Fishing Conference!"

"Longzi, where are you! Come back soon!"

The man in the cloak was really anxious.

He almost wanted to kneel down to pray, and while he was anxious, he suddenly saw a huge dragon-shaped pattern appearing above the sky.

The pattern was dark yellow, and the man in the cloak was overjoyed when the pattern appeared.

"This is the unique formation pattern of the Yellow Dragon Clan. I have seen Longzi descend to the lower realm with this pattern. I have seen it!"

"It's Longzi who is here, and it's Longzi who is here to deal with the fake white wood with me! Haha, I finally got Longzi to come!"

The man in the cloak sneered a few times, and his eyes flashed with green light.

Although the pattern has appeared. But it takes about 100 breaths to actually complete the transmission.

The man in the cape couldn't wait. Anyway, if there is another hundred breaths, there will be Long Zi as a backer. At this moment, he is full of confidence. Even in the face of scattered demons, dare to scold a few words.

"Bai Mu, die for this seat!"

He shouted loudly in a pretentious manner, and used the cultivation of the Shattering Void Second Layer. He jumped up from the jade platform and stood on the sky, looking down at all beings.

At this moment, the sky was shocked to see the teleportation pattern of the Huanglong family, which shocked countless monks.

Many old monsters were amazed at the lower realm of the Huanglong people, and suddenly saw a cloak shattered and jumped out. His arrogant words made Ning Fan die.

"The upper demon of the Yellow Dragon clan is about to come to the lower realm. Are they here to watch the Dragon Fishing Conference?"

"Uh, who is this man in the cloak. Although he is the old ghost of the broken void, but he is only the second layer of the broken void, why dare to challenge the white wood ancestor?"

At the moment when the Huanglong family's lower bound pattern appeared, Lao Yuanhuang's eyes narrowed, and Tan Zixin became nervous.

Tan Zixin was nervous for Ning Fan. She knew that the Huanglong clan had come to the lower realm this time, mostly with bad intentions, and it was likely to seek revenge for Cheng Huang.

"Are they here to deal with Senior White Wood? No, Senior White Wood is in danger..."

Tan Zixin was worried about Ning Fan when she suddenly heard the voice of a man in a cloak provoking Ning Fan, and her beautiful eyes sank.

"Who is this person and why are you yelling at Senior Baimu!"

Seeing the formation of the Huanglong family in the sky, Lilong's eyes were slightly surprised, but he didn't care too much.

Naturally, he didn't know that Ning Fan killed Long Zicheng Huang, and this group of Huanglong clan masters came to Ning Fan.

But when he saw that there was a cultivator of the Second Fragmented cultivator who was talking wildly to Ning Fan, Lilong's eyes were furious.

His master, anyone can provoke him!

Ning Fan stood up, his eyes cold.

There is no need to guess the reason for the expert lower realm of the Huanglong clan, most of them came to take advantage of Huang.

Let alone the experts of the Huanglong clan, how sacred is this cloaked man, and why is he provoking himself for no reason.

With a jump, Ning Fan flew up to the clouds, and the man in the cloak was separated by thousands of meters, looking at each other.

"Who are you!" Ning Fan asked.

"Who do you ask me? Haha, who do you say I am, who do you say I can be!"

The man in the cloak suddenly raised his head and laughed, and suddenly opened the cloak.

"You said who I am, and I want to ask who you are! I am Baimu, the ancestor of the White Feather Clan, what is your intention to sneak into Tianyuan City as me! Give me the dragon ball and the ten star stones you have obtained, and give me your seven broken servants, and I will forgive you for the crime of impersonation. Otherwise, once the Huanglongzi arrives in the upper realm, you fake white wood will surely die!"

When he spoke, his eyes were constantly flashing with blue light, with fiery yang energy.

His words were passed into the ears of countless people, making many of him look strange.

Ning Fan is fake white wood? Is this man in the cloak really Shiroki?

Who is real and who is fake, everyone doesn't know, everyone only knows that it is a stupid act for a cultivator of the Shattering Void Second Layer to provoke Ning Fan.

Ning Fan himself can swept the second realm of Shattering, and there are even seven servants who are closely related to Yuandian.

Whether Ning Fan is Baimu or not, it is not something this man in the cloak can provoke.

Ning Fan wanted to raise his hand to kill the man in the cloak, but when he saw the cyan yang energy in the man's eyes, his eyes were slightly startled.

"This is... the body of Qingyang!"

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and another seven-yang body is delivered to the door, how can there be no reason not to accept it.

However, listening to the man in the cloak, this person seems to be the real Baimu, who is pretending to be this person...

Mashirogi's words revealed a lot of information.

He met Cheng Huang, and he came for Xing Shi...

Ning Fan suddenly realized something.

Before beheading Cheng Huang that day, Cheng Huang firmly believed that he was not Bai Mu, and he asked for the White Feather Clan Star Stone when he opened his mouth.

That Chenghuang and this real Baimu belonged to the same group, of course they knew that Ning Fan could not be Baimu.

It's just that I don't know if this group of Huanglong monks who borrowed the pattern of the lower realm are also with Zhenbaimu.

However, it seems that Mashirogi doesn't know that Chenghuang is dead.

"Bold! The Dragon Fishing Conference held in the Yuan Palace, how can you be arrogant here! For the sake of you being a smasher, if you leave here, this old man will not hold you accountable for disturbing the conference!"

Elder Zhou Nan took four Yuan Hall Fragmented Void, flew towards Ning Fan, surrounded Zhenbaimu, and all of them glared at Zhenbaimu.

"Yuandian? In the eyes of this seat, what kind of thing is the Yuandian! You can tell who the owner of this seat is! The owner of this seat is the dignified Yellow Dragon Clan Dragon Son - Cheng Huang! Everyone, please look above this sky. Many people must know that this is the unique formation pattern of the Huanglong clan... Hehe, the master of this seat, Cheng Huanglongzi, is about to use the formation pattern to come to Tianyuan. He is here to help. This seat deals with fake white wood!"

The words of the man in the cloak made countless monks in an uproar.

No one cares who is the real Baimu and who is the fake Baimu. After all, Baimu is not a fragrant pastry, and its reputation is extremely bad.

But what people care about is that the man in the cloak is actually the demon servant of the Dragon Son of the Upper Realm, and he also invited the cultivators of the Yellow Dragon tribe to deal with Ning Fan...

The formation pattern in the sky cannot be faked, and most of what the man in the cloak said is true.

He really invited the Huanglong people to deal with Ning Fan!

"I didn't expect this kind of change at the end of the Dragon Fishing Conference... True and false white wood, Huanglong intervenes..." Some old monsters whispered.

Just started talking, and suddenly everything became silent.

Because the yellow dragon formation pattern on the sky suddenly flashed at this moment, emitting millions of brilliance, condensing into a deep yellow gate.

The gate opened, and hundreds of Huanglong clan experts walked out of the gate. The leaders were actually four loose demons!

"Who is Shiroki!"

A loose demon headed by, wearing a yellow demon armor, full of white hair, and his eyes with monstrous anger.

With a cold drink, the whole city was dead silent!

"Report to Shang Yao, the villain is Baimu! I don't know where Cheng Huanglongzi is, why didn't you see him?"

With a very proud expression, Mashirogi walked in the air and flew towards this large group of Huanglong powerhouses.

That expression seemed to want to show off to the strong men in the city how powerful his backer was.

"Four scattered demons, four scattered demons! Darling! Prince Huang has brought so many people, not to mention robbing the fake white wood, even if it is bloody a few demon temples, it is a simple matter!"

Mashirogi excitedly walked towards the demon armored scatter demon, not realizing how huge the murderous intention was in the eyes of the scatter demon.

"Are you Baimu? Hehe, how dare you ask the old man, where is Cheng Huang... The old man wants to ask you, who gave you the guts to kill Cheng Huang! The old man will tear you into pieces !"

The demon armor scattered demon suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the fake white wood.

This finger only used three points of demon power, but it was enough to kill the cultivator of the Shattering Void 2nd layer ten times.

With one finger, a khaki-yellow demon fire filled the sky, with infinite murderous intent, directly scaring the face of Zhenbaimu.

"What's the situation! What's the situation! The strong Huanglong clan, why do you want to shoot at me! How can this happen!!!"