Grasping Evil

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Today is the day when the third sex ratio begins!

Today, the Immortal King of the Underworld has a magical power that makes an altar that rests in the inner city rise high above the ground!

It was the Yuanqiu altar erected by the first generation of Emperor Killer. It had three floors and was paved with blood-patterned marble.

In the center of the third floor of the altar, there was a huge stone tablet, one hundred thousand feet high, inlaid with 10 million blood-colored crystals the size of fingernails, shining like stars.

The jade platforms on both sides of the altar were already full of old monsters from the East.

Beneath the altar, there were a hundred competitors headed by Ning Fan.

In the third round, the test is Tao Xin!

Competitors climb the altar and touch the stone tablet with their hands, and they can light up the blood-colored crystal with the evil energy accumulated by their own killing.

In the process of lighting up the crystal, the participant will suffer several times of the evil energy of his own body.

Those who are not strong in Taoism will be attacked by evil spirits.

Those who have a firm Dao Heart can obtain varying degrees of suffocation enhancement according to the number of lit crystals and the strength of Dao Heart.

The power of most magical powers in the Slaughter Hall is linked to the strength of the evil spirits.

For the monks of the Slaughter Temple, the stronger the suffocation, the stronger the supernatural power.

This sea of ​​blood altar can increase the evil spirit. Generally speaking, it is only opened once every ten thousand years. The monks who want to use the altar to enhance the evil spirit can use the power of the altar to increase the evil spirit after spending a lot of slaughter points.

Like the Tongtian Tower, it is easy to spend Dao crystals on the altar to raise the suffocation.

And even if no one used the altar to raise the suffocating energy, it would cost nearly 400 billion Dao crystals to open the altar just once.

The last time the Blood Sea Altar was opened was 3,700 years ago.

Other Slaughter Temple monks have to wait for 6,300 years before they have the opportunity to use the power of the altar to raise their evil spirits.

"The immortal king of the sea is so great, and he actually accepted the apprentice ceremony for the mere apprenticeship ceremony.

Opened the Sea of ​​Blood Altar..."

"Last time was Tongtian Tower, this time it was the Blood Sea Altar. The Immortal King of the Underworld seems to attach great importance to this competition."

"It's no wonder that Immortal King Minghai attaches so much importance to this year's contestants. After all, one of the contestants in this year is Ning Fan."

Some old monsters were talking in low voices, suddenly. A light cough spread throughout the inner city.

These old monsters looked in the direction of the voice, and their expressions changed.

The one who coughs lightly is the Immortal King of the Underworld.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes were slightly unhappy, and he didn't like being discussed behind his back.

Seeing Immortal King Minghai's displeased expression, all the old monsters obediently shut up and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

For a time, the entire inner city was dead silent, and needles could be heard falling.

"Qiantu, announce the rules." Immortal King Minghai said lightly.

"Yes!"

Qiantuzi clenched his fists respectfully to Immortal King Minghai. Then someone brought a copper box over, placed it in front of him, and said loudly in the direction of the hundreds of competitors,

"In this copper box, there are the famous brands of your little friends. The old man will randomly select the famous brands, and whoever draws them will board the altar and light up the crystal with evil spirits."

"If the competitor's Taoism is unstable and is attacked by evil spirits, the score in this round will be zero. Each time a crystal is successfully lit, the score will increase by 1 point. After this round, the top ten people in the total score will advance to the fourth round. ."

The results of the first two rounds can already affect the third round.

Except for Ning Fan, everyone scored zero in the first round.

There are only 76 people who have achieved results in the second round, and the other 24 who have advanced by lottery still have zero results.

These people want to squeeze into the ten-man spot. I'm afraid there is little hope.

Ning Fan glanced at the copper box and his eyes flickered.

This copper box has no openings on six sides, and the surface is covered with separation and transmission patterns, which can isolate spiritual thoughts, and can randomly put in and send out life cards.

But I saw Qiantuzi patted the copper box. The copper box array pattern flashed, and a famous brand in the box was passed out.

The famous brand was suspended in the air, and after a breath, it turned into powder.

On the nameplate, the word Ren Xiao was engraved.

"Ren Xiao, go to the altar!"

With the order of Qiantuzi, a white-robed man with a loose immortal cultivation level walked out of the crowd and stepped onto the altar.

His name is Ren Xiao, and he was born in the middle-level self-cultivation star - Demon Sea Star.

In the Demon Sea Star Territory, he is also a young devil with a reputation. He has killed a lot in his life, and his suffocation is not weak.

Standing under the giant monument, Ren Xiao took a deep breath, the suffocating energy around his body forced him to disperse, and slapped his palm on the giant monument.

In an instant, thousands of crystals light up on the monument!

"3852 points... Not bad suffocating, but unfortunately, this son's Dao heart is too weak, although there are many killings, he is a good person to cultivate the killing Dao..." Qiantuzi said to himself.

As soon as his voice fell, a suffocating aura that was several times stronger than Ren Xiao's suffocating energy suddenly poured out from the giant monument, turning into a bloody light, drowning Ren Xiao.

Under this fierce evil spirit, Ren Xiao's eyes gradually turned blood red, and he was invaded by the evil spirit.

With a pain in his chest, he took a few steps back and slammed to the ground, coughing up blood.

After the palm was released from the monument, the bloody radiance that poured out disappeared immediately.

Ren Xiao looked at the monument with a wry smile, he knew that his 3852 points could not be obtained.

The number of points is related to the number of killings in one's life. It depends not only on the number of kills, but also on the gap between the slayer and the slain.

Often leapfrog killing, the score is naturally extremely high.

If you slaughter mortals with the scattered immortal cultivation base, you will kill tens of billions of billions, and there will be no points.

Ignoring Ren Xiao, Qiantuzi slapped the copper box again, looked at the famous brand flying into the sky, and said loudly.

"Next, Wang Yu!"

A thin and thin young man with a loose immortal cultivation base climbed onto the altar and pressed his palm on the giant monument.

This person lit a total of 4,274 crystals, but unfortunately, he also couldn't bear the evil spirit emanating from the monument.

The result of this round is zero...

"Lu Jia!"

"Ding Feng!"

"White Rainbow!"

...

There were thirty-five scattered immortals in a row, but none of them could withstand the suffocating aura that came back from the backlash from the giant monument. All the scores in this round were 0 points.

The thirty-sixth person who ascended the altar was a young scribe.

After he boarded the altar, he did not show all the evil spirits, but only released a little evil spirits, lighting up 1,000 crystals.

It's not that he can't light up more, but if he lights up more, he may not be able to withstand the backlash of evil spirits.

The evil spirit released is less, and the evil spirit of the backlash is within his tolerance.

"This guy is smart and knows how to choose. 1,000 points is not much. It's better than 0 points."

Qiantuzi nodded, slapped the copper box with his palm again, took out the next name tag, and ordered someone to the altar.

There is a precedent for the young scribes. Many participants followed suit, but they did not fully release their evil spirits.

So, some people light up 1,200 crystals, some light up 800 pieces, and some light up 1,500 pieces, and most of them get points.

Although the score is small, it is much stronger than the previous zero score parties.

Only in this way, it runs counter to the meaning of the existence of the Blood Sea Altar.

Ning Fan looked at the competitors indifferently, and these people were ready to use tricks before going up to the altar. Got timid.

And what they are afraid of is the killings they have committed, and the evil spirits they have accumulated along the way.

Such a cowardly manner before the battle, even if he entered the Slaughter Hall by chance, what future could he have?

A person who is timid before fighting. Dao Xin is naturally strong and can't go anywhere.

Those who dare not face their own sins will naturally be less powerful than Dao Xin.

Ning Fan spread out his palm and looked at his clean palm, frowning tightly.

This palm looks clean, but it is already stained with blood and sin.

Along the way, he waded through too much blood. committed too many murders.

He never runs away from the sins he has committed, and he will not put a charge on someone after killing someone, so that he can feel at ease.

He kills, not for evil, he does not kill. Not for good.

The world is helpless, how can it be a sentence that can tell good and evil!

As a monk, once you embark on the path of cultivation, you must be prepared to kill and be killed!

"Next, Yu Kun!"

"Next. Zhao Qing!"

"Next, Chizhen!"

"Next, Ning Fan!"

Ning Fan looked at his palm, and scenes of blood and grievances echoed in his mind.

He forgot to look at other people's grades, and when he woke up, he realized that it was his turn.

Yu Kun and Chi Zhen were standing beside them, both smiling bitterly.

"Chi Mou lit up 12,490 crystals, and Brother Yu lit up 9,455 crystals."

Seems to know that Ning Fan has been distracted, not paying attention to the results of himself and others, Chi Zhen explained.

The two of them did their best to release all the evil spirits, and finally resisted their respective evil spirits.

Their Taoism is not weak, and they are all a temporary choice. Unfortunately, they met Ning Fan in this competition, and finally missed joining the Slaughter Palace.

"Brother Ning, I hope you can surprise Yu once again." Yu Kun advised.

"I went to the altar not to light up the crystals. The purpose of this altar's existence is not to light up the crystals."

Ning Fan's eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes blank, and gradually, he felt a sad atmosphere from the altar of the sea of ​​blood.

Few people can feel this sadness.

Only the cultivators who really faced the killing, experienced bloodshed, were physically and mentally exhausted, but had to fight, could feel this sadness!

Walking up to the altar step by step, Ning Fan stood under the monument, closed his eyes, and did not extend his hand to press it on the monument.

One stop is one day!

In his mind, the killings repeated themselves.

He stood on the altar, and as one day passed, he seemed to be one with the altar!

"Strange, why is Ning Fan so slow to light up the crystal, what is he doing?" Countless Dong Tianmingxian did not know why.

Only the old monster above the true immortal could faintly see that there was a natural Taoism on Ning Fan's body gradually solidifying!

And only a few high-level figures in the Slaughter Palace know that Ning Fan is doing something that few people can do!

Fei He's eyes were wide open, like camel bells, and he was extremely excited. He saw a more perfect Ning Fan!

Yao Qingyun looked at Ning Fan in disbelief, his silver teeth clenched tightly, but only one sentence kept going back and forth in his heart.

"Peeling away the cause and effect... He can actually do it! The first elder actually guessed it! This kind of thing, even the elders of the Slaughter Palace can't do it! Why can he do it!"

Immortal King Minghai's eyes suddenly became unprecedentedly solemn. He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to open the Blood Sea Altar, in order to see the scene of Ning Fan peeling off cause and effect!

No, not only does he want to see Ning Fan strip away cause and effect, he also wants to see another interesting thing!

Aside from killing emperors and elders of all dynasties, there is one thing that no one knows about!

That thing is more difficult to do than stripping cause and effect!

What the Immortal King Minghai wanted to see was that scene!

"If he can really do this, my Slaughter Palace will not be self-proclaimed blood world and extinct! There is still the possibility of continuation!"

One day, two days, three days...

Ning Fan stood on the altar, and one stop was ten days!

He clearly closed his eyes. But it seems to be able to feel the sadness of the entire Slaughter City, the sadness of the entire Blood Sea Star, and the sadness of the entire Blood Sea Star Region!

That sadness is a helpless sigh that once entered the cultivation world, it is difficult to turn back.

That sad. It is a self-introspection and self-inflicted injury as soon as one enters the sea of ​​blood and perpetuates the devil's way.

Ning Fan vaguely felt that above the blood starfish, there was an entrance leading to a Middle Thousand World.

That Zhongqian world is the world of slaughtering blood.

There are monks and mortals in the blood-killing world. Mortals and monks are born in the same world, and there are few disputes with each other.

It was as if a voice was telling Ning Fan about the existence of the Slaughter Palace. This is to protect the blood world descendants...

Only to protect these descendants, so there is a killing hall...

No one wants to be a devil when they are born, and no one wants to kill the world and stain the world with blood when they are born.

As soon as no one is born, they want to join the Slaughter Palace and become a murderous devil killer...

To protect the blood world. The cultivators of the Killing Temple are killing people like hemp.

This altar is not only to enhance the suffocation of the monks in the killing hall, but more, but it wants to help the monks of the killing hall to liberate the cause and effect and wash away the karma.

This altar worships, not the sky, not the earth, but the dead souls killed by the monks in the killing hall!

All grudges. All will disappear with the end of death.

Finally, Ning Fan opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear and bright as the stars of the Big Dipper.

He felt that at this moment, he seemed to be one with the altar.

He spread his palms. I feel that at this moment, I have an indescribable mysterious power.

Suddenly, a great power of supernatural power emanated from the altar and blessed Ning Fan.

Suddenly, Ning Fan realized that he was a little shorter. It looks a little weaker.

He changed back to his youthful appearance, and his cultivation seemed to disappear in an instant!

But he didn't panic, his eyes were still calm, as if he knew what was going to happen next.

He quietly looked at the giant monument, and after a long time, several bloody figures of pulse-breaking youths emerged from the giant monument.

Most of these blood shadow youths are at the 2nd and 3rd level of cultivating the veins. The leader is called Ning Feng, and the cultivation level is the fourth level.

Ning Feng and others once wanted to peep at Ning Qingqing's bath, and wanted to be unruly with this woman, but were led into the wolf pack by Ning Fan and died at the mouth of the wolf spirit.

After all, that was the first time Ning Fan had killed a cultivator with a mortal body!

Several blood shadow teenagers looked at the young Ning Fan with resentment in their eyes.

The young Ning Fan raised his finger a little, and the blood shadowed teenagers immediately turned into blood and disappeared into the young Ning Fan's body.

"You waited for me to kill you, and I killed you all to die in the wolves. The grievances and grievances that year were written off!"

The old monster here gradually came back to his senses.

They didn't know that Ning Fan was stripping away the cause and effect and washing away his sins, but they could only faintly see that the scene of the altar's appearance represented that Ning Fan once killed a cultivator as a mortal.

"Mortal kills cultivators! Is this guy so cruel before he even started building a road!" Some old monsters sighed.

Who has never been weak? Who did not cultivate step by step from an ordinary body?

There are countless strong people here, but no one can kill a cultivator with the body of a mortal. From this point of view, Ning Fan has become very extraordinary since he was a mortal.

There was a flash of brilliance above the altar, Ning Fan's stature was slightly taller, and his cultivation level was also elevated to the fifth level of pulse repair.

Among the monuments, a black-robed fusion spirit walked out in one step. It was Wu Dongnan, the elder of Tianli Sect who once plotted Zhihe.

"Fifth the pulse, kill Rongling!" This time, many old monsters showed surprise.

Ning Fan killed Pimai with the body of a mortal, and killed Rongling with the body of cultivating the pulse. Could it be that he has been so leapfrog killing all the way!

Wu Dongnan's blood shadow looked at Ning Fan with resentment in his eyes, but more fear.

"You and I have grudges, you, go away!"

Ning Fan flexed his fingers, and the blood shadow immediately turned into blood and disappeared into Ning Fan's body.

There was a flash of brilliance on the altar, and the young Ning Fan's figure was slightly raised, and his cultivation base had already reached the initial stage of fusion.

This time, countless blood shadows of Lizong cultivators flew out of the monument.

Among them, there is no shortage of golden pills!

These cultivators all died under the great formation of the reverse movement of the mountains and rivers!

"Rongling slashed the golden core, and cut more than one golden core!" More and more old monsters showed surprise.

The blood shadows of Tianli Sect are not all, and there are not a few killings when Ning Fan melts his soul.

Countless ghosts and ghosts of Lin Guixiu flew out from the giant monument, and the bloody shadows of countless monsters and monsters flew out from the monument.

Among those blood shadows, there are countless golden pills, and even Nascent Soul!

"This son actually killed Nascent Soul when he was merging the spirit!" Some old monsters already showed their shocked expressions.

"Past grievances. Write it off!"

Under the guidance of the young Ning Fan, countless blood shadows exploded into blood and submerged in his body.

With a flash of brilliance, the young Ning Fan has become a young man. Changed into Yuan Ying cultivation base.

In the giant monument, countless endless sea Yuanying flew out, and even more gods!

There are the transformation spirits of the Black Buddha Sect, the transformation spirits of the nine tribes of the Lu tribe, and the blood shadows of countless pseudo-wild beasts!

"Nascent Soul slaying the gods, slaughtering wild beasts! And actually slaughtered so many!" There were a lot of horrified inhalation sounds from both sides of the jade platform.

"Wait, go away!"

With the guidance of the young Ning Fan, countless blood shadows that had long since passed away shattered into blood and submerged into his body, and his suffocation became heavier and heavier.

On the altar, brilliance flashed again. Ning Fan has transformed into a spiritual cultivation base.

When he turned into a god, he swept the nine tribes in the name of Lu Bei, slaughtered the Xinghai, and slaughtered the endless sea in the name of Zhou Ming, with a fierce reputation!

The bloody shadows of the strong continue to fly out of the monument. Filled with sky.

"The cause and effect of the past, today is broken, and dispersed!"

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves violently, and countless blood shadows shattered into blood lights, dipping into his body little by little.

On the altar, the brilliance flashed again, and Ning Fan was already at the cultivation base.

When he was refining the void, he fought a hundred sects in blood. Sweep the sky cloud, cover the vine hall, destroy the puppet emperor, kill the rain emperor, and kill the cloud lion!

When the shattering blood shadows with tyrannical breath came out of the giant monument, countless old monsters showed a solemn color.

finally. The altar flashed with brilliance, and Ning Fan recovered his cultivation base!

Countless shattered voids and blood shadows of life immortals walked out of the monument!

Among them, there are 146 name immortals from Yaozong star field, and there are even more immortals from Danzong!

Some old monsters changed their eyes. I finally understood why Ning Fan dared to offer a reward to the Sect Master of Danzong.

It turns out that Ning Fan and Dan Zong have been immortal for a long time!

There are too many blood shadows, and no one can look at everyone's faces one by one.

Yao Qingyun looked at the bloody shadow of the Yao family cultivator, closed his eyes bitterly, and clear tears flowed from his eyes.

"Yao family, go all the way, we will not owe each other from now on..."

Ning Fan looked at the blood shadows with expressions of shock or anger, his eyes were always as calm as water and cold as starlight.

"Ning a certain life to kill, it has nothing to do with right or wrong. The people killed may be innocent, but they are also helpless. This path of cultivation does not allow mercy! Go away!"

Ning Fan raised his finger a little, and the Yao family's strong men shattered into blood.

The blood shadows of other powerhouses were also scattered.

Countless blood lights disappeared into Ning Fan's body.

All the blood shadows disappeared, Ning Fan didn't say much, just patted the storage bag, took out a wine jar, and sprinkled the good spirit wine under the monument.

There is no sorrow, only solemnity.

At this moment, he was not paying tribute to the enemy, but as a monk, to pay tribute to the fallen who were also monks and died helplessly in the cultivation world.

Then, smash the wine jar with one palm!

Ning Fan abruptly took a step forward, his body was full of suffocation, the sky was dyed red with blood, and he slapped the giant monument with his palm!

In an instant, 790,000 crystals lighted up on the monument!

At the same time, more than ten times the suffocating energy of Ning Fan bounced out of the monument, turned into a blood-colored giant fist, and slammed into Ning Fan's chest.

Ning Fan's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were like a demon, he opened his mouth and swallowed the fist shadow, without any backlash!

This is his evil spirit, this is his slaughter, he doesn't escape, he doesn't avoid it, he just faces it calmly!

At the moment of swallowing the suffocating fist, the suffocating energy in Ning Fan's body soared more than ten times!

Ning Fan's eyes were determined, and another shot was taken on the monument.

This time, all 10 million blood-colored crystals light up!

And a blood-colored treasure light suddenly rose into the sky, but at an extremely fast speed, it rushed into Ning Fan's storage bag.

"That's it!" For the first time, there was a surprise in the eyes of Immortal King Minghai!