Grasping Evil

?? This team of monks has a total of seventeen people, both male and female, all dressed in black brocade clothes. Seven golden feather feathers are embroidered on the front of the clothes, which is the emblem of the cultivator of Shenxu Pavilion.

Among the seventeen people, fifteen people are shattered and two are the second step life immortal.

One of the immortals was a beautiful woman in a black dress, with a cultivation in the early days of the human mystery, with a slender figure, shiny black hair, and a woman's bun.

The appearance is quite beautiful, but the demonic energy in his eyes is a bit heavy, and the nails are black and slender.

The other Mingxian was a middle-aged man with a mid-level Gui Xuan cultivation. This man has a square face, dressed as a scribe, with a blue jade pen hanging from his waist.

"Huh? The sword shadow just now dissipated... I didn't expect that there was a life immortal cultivator on this small Lingtai star. It's a pity that it was too far away before, and it was impossible to accurately perceive the strength of the sword light, but it was difficult to judge this person. The specific cultivation purpose. It’s not whether this person is a human mysterious or a ghost mysterious, if it is a ghost mysterious, you can have a little experience with this person…”

The fighting intent in the middle-aged scribe's eyes flickered, and then he restrained himself.

As soon as the middle-aged scribe said this, the beautiful woman in the black dress immediately covered her mouth and giggled,

"Fellow Daoist Luo really deserves to be the descendant of the 'Luo Family Fighting King'. He is indeed very belligerent. Whenever he meets fellow Daoists of the same level, he wants to learn from each other. My concubine has been with you all the way, and we have met together. When you reach the four Guixuan Daoist friends, every time you meet one, you have to fight once..."

"My Luo family's practice was born out of war. Whenever I encounter a bottleneck, I have to fight with people countless times before I can break through." The middle-aged scribe said.

"The four Guixuans we met, one was in the early stage, two were in the middle stage, and one was in the late stage. The record of the Taoist friends is four wins in four battles. In this year's 'Tomb Ratio', the ranking of Taoist friends is different. It is about to rise. It is to compete for the 'Nothing Order', and I am afraid it is also a promising thing. It is a pity that the 'Zhong Festival' was delayed due to chaos, otherwise most of the daoists can still compete for the Primordial Spirit Wine." The beautiful woman in black dress Said with regret.

"With the strength of my current cultivation, I want to compete for the Order of Nothingness. I'm afraid it will be difficult. If I can break through the late stage of the Ghost Profound Realm before the tomb comparison. With my Luo Family's battle tactics, there is still a bit of hope for the Order... This Don't mention it. It's important to complete the task first, and quickly select the next star master of Lingtai Star, and we can go to the next True Cultivation Star."

The middle-aged literati finished speaking and landed slightly towards the Lingtai star. Standing in the sky above a certain wasteland, he suddenly spoke out loud.

Its voice is not big, but it contains great supernatural powers, and the voice spreads throughout the entire Lingtai star in an instant.

"I am the four pavilions of the gods, the gods of the Xing Pavilion,

Luo Xiao! Today, by the order of the pavilion master of Xing Pavilion, I have come to this star. By my decree, all Void Shattering cultivators on this star. Be sure to gather here within a stick of incense! "

On the entire Lingtai Star, there are five Void Shattering cultivators including Liu Zhou, excluding the demon beasts.

The five Void Shattering cultivators suddenly heard the voice transmission of the middle-aged scribe, and their expressions changed. They took out and sent the jade slips, and they rushed to the place where the middle-aged scribes were at the expense of using the jade slips.

And the demon beasts on Lingtai Star became afraid when they heard the voice transmission of the middle-aged scribes.

Before the incense stick was over, Liu Zhou and other five Sui Xu rushed to the place where the middle-aged scribes were located, and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged scribes!

"The cultivators of Lingtai Mountain have seen the ambassador of Xingge! I don't know why the ambassador came to our star?"

"No ceremony. Luo came here today because of the death of the Lingtai Star Master. Today, Luo will select one person from among the five of you to be the new Lingtai Star Master. Among you, if Someone who is willing to compete for the position of star master can take a step forward."

The middle-aged literati finished speaking and quietly looked at Liu Zhou and the others. The rest of the Xingge cultivators stood silently beside the middle-aged scribes.

Hearing that this group of Xingge cultivators came to Lingtai Star, it was to confer the star master.

Only Liu Zhou showed a mixed look, and after pondering for a while, he finally stepped forward.

Seeing that the five Lingtai Broken Void were all determined to be the star masters, the middle-aged scribe nodded, and suddenly emanated a divine mind as vast as a galaxy, sweeping over the bodies of the five people.

After some investigation, the middle-aged scribe raised his hand and pointed to Liu Zhou slightly,

"Although your cultivation level is not the highest among the five, you are better than your firm heart. This Lingtai Star Master will be your successor. This jade slip is given to you, and it records a style of conferred supernatural powers. You learn it, even if it is only broken. Four cultivation bases are enough to be the master of one star."

After speaking, the middle-aged scholar took out a jade slip and gave it to Liu Zhou.

The other four Lingtai Shainxu showed envy when they saw Liu Zhou succeeded as Lingtai Star Master and were given supernatural powers.

Liu Zhou sighed, accepted the jade slip, thanked the middle-aged scribe for his grace, and suddenly said again,

"Since the villain is already the star master of Lingtai, he should do something. If there is a request, he will also ask the envoy to answer."

"What request?" The middle-aged scribe said expressionlessly.

"On the Lingtai star, there is always a magic tide that is the calamity. In the past, there was the former star master, and it was still possible to suppress the magic tide. Now, there are only five of us on the Lingtai star, and they can't suppress the magic tide at all. Look up. Make a move to help us and other Lingtai monks suppress the demon tide."

After speaking, Liu Zhou bowed again, bowing his head without saying a word, but he was extremely nervous, wondering whether the middle-aged scribe would agree to his request.

"The magic tide is difficult to calm?"

The middle-aged scribe frowned, slightly displeased.

As soon as the divine sense sensed it, he sensed thirty-four phantom-shattering beast auras from the Lingtai star.

As a monk of Shenxu Pavilion Xing Pavilion, he is not obliged to help his subordinate Xiu Zhenxing to pacify the chaos.

That is the responsibility of Bingge, not under his jurisdiction.

He still has a task to do, and he still needs to confer dozens of comprehension star masters.

Just seeing Liu Zhouqing's sincere words, he finally nodded and said,

"Forget it, Luo Mou will take one shot to help you quell this star demon tide. There are only thirty-four phantom-shattering monsters, and I think it won't take Luo Mou much time."

After saying that, the middle-aged scribe flicked his sleeve, and the place immediately showed a little blue light, like a firefly.

In the next moment, the middle-aged scribe and all the monks here disappeared and appeared outside a magic swamp outside the Xieyue Mountains.

Now, all the phantom-shattering beasts of the entire Lingtai star are gathered in this magic swamp.

When the middle-aged scribes and others arrived, within the magic swamp, there were immediately thirty-four shattering ghosts, which greeted them.

The thirty-four ghosts were headed by Ke Long. All of them are the images of Shattering Void Monsters transformed into human figures.

The faces of the demons were extremely ugly at this moment.

Especially Ke Long, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

He knew that the group of cultivators in front of him. Excluding Liu Zhou et al. All are monks from the Four Pavilions of Shenxu Pavilion.

These people will come to the magic swamp outside the Xieyue Mountains, most of them want to kill the monsters here...

The demons such as Ke Long are the local demons of Lingtai Star. Even if he dared to be an enemy of Liu Zhou and other local monks, how could he dare to be an enemy of Shenxu Pavilion?

The entire Dongming Star Region is the site of the Shenxu Pavilion, and in the Shenxu Pavilion, there are countless powerhouses. It can slaughter the demons here like dogs.

Shenxu Pavilion is a dazed big thing that Ke Long and other demons can't provoke!

Shenxu Pavilion is a Shinto power, Xuanxiu Zongmen, for the monks of Shenxu Pavilion, the Demon Race is an alien, an enemy, and there is no way to kill...

There are 17 monks in Xingge in front of them. Including two life immortals.

If these people start killing people in the Xieyue Mountain, there will be no monsters that can survive.

"I don't know why the envoy came here, why?" Ke Long gritted his teeth, holding a fluke. Ask the middle-aged scribe.

How he hopes that there is a one in ten thousand chance that the other party will not kill the group of demons when they come here...

Unfortunately, the first sentence of the middle-aged scribe dispelled all of Ke Long's luck.

"Luo came here to help Lingtai Xing exterminate the demons. If you wait for the Void Shattering Warcraft to cut itself off, Luo can open the net and not slaughter the low-level Warcraft here."

This middle-aged scribe was fond of fighting, but he didn't like killing.

From the point of view of the middle-aged scribes, to annihilate the beasts of the Lingtai star, only the shattering is enough, and the rest can be disposed of by the master of the Lingtai star.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged scribe, all the demons showed grief.

They can sense the horror of middle-aged scribes only by the instinct of monsters, and understand that in front of this person, there is absolutely no hope of escape.

Some of the monsters sighed and accepted the fate of self-destruction.

If they could trade their lives for the survival of other low-level magical beasts, they would be considered dead well...

The other part of the monsters was not willing to bow their heads and wait to die. One of the big men, as thin as a demon, gritted his teeth and shouted to Ke Long,

"Brother Ke, aren't you on good terms with the second-step senior in the inner circle of Xieyue Mountain? Can you ask him to come forward and help me to mediate and save my life..."

"Yeah, Brother Ke! I heard that the second-step senior is very fond of your two granddaughters, so he almost confiscated the two of them as apprentices. With this relationship, he will not wait for my life or death. Ignore it!" Another demon said hopefully.

"This... can't be, can't be..."

Ke Long was quite moved by what they said, why didn't he want to ask Ning Fan to take action and save his life.

But this heartbeat was wiped out by him in an instant.

Today's doom is a matter between their Lingtai Star Warcraft, Lingtai cultivator, and Shenxu Pavilion. How can an outsider like Ning Fan be involved?

In Ke Long's heart, although Ning Fan is extremely strong, he is not necessarily stronger than the middle-aged scribe in front of him, and it is even more impossible for the Shenxu Pavilion behind the middle-aged scribe to be stronger.

Asking Ning Fan to come forward may not have such a big face, enough to save the lives of the demons. Maybe it will also anger the cultivator of Shenxu Pavilion, cause even greater catastrophe, and implicate the low-level monsters here.

And Ke Long was not sure to invite Ning Fan, risking the risk of offending Shenxu Pavilion to save the group of demons.

Ke Long let out a long sigh, and finally dismissed the idea of ​​involving Ning Fan in this matter.

Most of the cultivators are selfish, because only selfish people can survive in the cruel struggle.

Thinking about it, even if he went to invite Ning Fan, Ning Fan would not stand up for them, after all, there is no friendship between them...

"Brother Ke! You!"

Hearing that Ke Long was reluctant to invite Ning Fan to come forward, several demons were in a hurry, but instead sighed, with despair in their eyes.

In fact, they also understood that even if Ke Long went to invite Ning Fan, there was little chance that Ning Fan would be invited.

But the middle-aged scribe, after hearing the conversation of the demons, suddenly showed great interest and said,

"Interesting, it seems that behind the monsters, there is actually a backer. I think it is the Mingxian on the Lingtai star. You go and invite him to come forward. If he is strong enough, Luo doesn't mind looking at him. For the sake of face, let you wait for a while."

"No, I would rather die. That senior has no friendship with me, and will not wait for me."

Colon shook his head. He rejected the proposal of the middle-aged scribe, closed his eyes, and bowed his head to die.

He has made up his mind that he will never implicate Ning Fan in this doom.

The middle-aged scribe heard the words. Shake your head. But no more advice.

He looked indifferent and stood with his hands behind his back. To Ke Long and others, he said indifferently, "In the world of self-cultivation, the strong survive and the weak die. You and I are different. Even if you resent Luo, Luo also wants to kill you for the sake of the Lingtaixing monk. You can do it yourself. , don't force Luo to do it. After ten breaths, if he doesn't cut himself off, Luo doesn't mind giving him a ride!"

After saying that, the middle-aged scribe began to wait patiently.

this moment. Liu Zhou and other cultivators of Lingtai star, looking at the enemy of beasts who had to kill themselves, suddenly felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.

This feeling only rose for an instant, and it was suppressed by five people.

They are enemies with Lingtai Warcraft. Countless relatives and friends have died at the hands of monsters, and countless monsters have also been beheaded, and the grievances have long been unable to resolve.

Ke Long and the other demons looked desolate, and each raised their palms and pressed them towards their heavenly spirits.

They are magical beasts, and they believe in the concept of the strong and the weak. They are hostile to the middle-aged scribes and others, and their cultivation is not as good as others.

Just when the group of demons was about to commit suicide, two milk dolls suddenly stumbled out of the magic swamp, crying towards the middle-aged scribe and others in a milky voice,

"You are bad people! You can't kill Grandpa! Qinqin (Yunyun) won't let you kill Grandpa! You are bad, you are bad!"

"Shut up! Don't step back!" Ke Long's expression instantly became extremely nervous!

He never imagined that his two milk dolls would run out at this time and scolded the cultivator of Shenxu Pavilion Xingge.

God knows how scared Ke Long is at the moment. He is afraid that the middle-aged scribe and others will kill his two granddaughters and countless low-level monsters in a fit of rage...

Being scolded as a bad guy by the two milk babies, the middle-aged scribe was not angry, just frowned.

The beautiful woman in the black dress looked cold, obviously dissatisfied with the two milk dolls, but also disdain to do anything to the two fur dolls.

However, several of the Xingge Shainxu behind the middle-aged scribes had murderous intent in their eyes.

These people are all profound cultivators with a strong concept of righteousness and evil.

At this moment, he was insulted by the two milk dolls, and immediately a Xingge old man from the Eighth Heaven of Shattering Void stepped forward, grabbed the two milk dolls with a big hand.

In his mouth, he shouted coldly, "Evil devils who don't know whether to live or die are young devils, and they should also do their best to eliminate evil!"

"Stop!" Ke Long's eyes were furious. He was not afraid of death, he would not hesitate to die, but he would not allow anyone to attack his closest relatives!

Just as he was about to save the two little girls, there was another big man from the Nine Heavens of Shattering Void, who instantly blocked in front of him, snorted coldly, and slammed a punch at him.

With just one punch, Ke Longsheng was knocked back a hundred feet!

Although Ke Long was not injured, it was too late to rescue the two babies.

An unconcealed anger burned in his heart!

In this anger, there is even more deep sorrow! That sadness can only be experienced by those who are at the end of the road!

"Can't save, can't save..."

This thought rose wildly in Ke Long's heart. He couldn't bear to see the two little girls, and the tragic scene of the two of them being torn to pieces by the Xingge cultivator.

The old man in the punishment pavilion grabbed with his five fingers, and immediately five swords of light shot out from his fingers, slashing at the two little nurses.

The two little babes felt the danger, and they were almost dumbfounded.

How old are they, how do they understand what danger is, how do they understand the heights of the earth.

But they are also magical beasts. At this moment, the feeling of death is so deep...

Just when the sword light was about to touch the bodies of the two of them, a black flame flashed in front of the two little girls. At the same moment, a figure in white suddenly blocked in front of the two girls out of thin air. Jianguang pressed.

Not Ning Fan, but who else!

The five swords of light came like a dragon, but in front of Ning Fan, it was like a child's play, not worth mentioning.

He only raised his hand and pressed it, and the five sword lights chopped by the broken eight old man suddenly shattered into little golden lights and dispersed with the wind.

"Second Step Fate Immortal!" The face of the old man who attacked the little baby girl changed greatly. At the moment when Ning Fan pressed the sword light, there was almost no hesitation, and he pulled away fiercely and flew back!

From Ning Fan's body, he felt an indescribable cold and murderous intent.

How did he know that Ning Fan had already had the idea of ​​accepting apprentices for these two babies! After a few months of getting along, I have a deep love for the two milk babies!

Ning Fan didn't care about the lives and deaths of other monsters.

But for these two babies, Ning Fan has the heart to protect the shortcoming and will not allow anyone to hurt them!

"Exorcise evil! What a good one! Ning would like to know what evil these two ignorant three-year-olds have!"

Black flames flashed under Ning Fan's feet, leaving an afterimage on the spot before it dissipated. The deity had already appeared in front of the broken eight old man.

His speed of evasion, and the speed of his shots, even the two life immortals, a middle-aged scribe and a beautiful woman in a black dress, could not see clearly his escaping light and his supernatural powers!

The middle-aged scribe's eyes narrowed, but he didn't see much expression, and he didn't have any thoughts of rescuing the broken eight old man. He just stared at Ning Fan without saying a word.

The beautiful woman in the black dress was shocked, it was too late to save the broken eight old man!

That broken eight old man only felt that the purple and golden light flashed away in front of him, and the next moment, the whole body was under Ning Fan's finger, its vitality was decaying, and the weather turned to ashes!

The man who knocked back Ke Long with one punch was already terrified when he saw Ning Fan kill the old man with one finger. He put aside Ke Long and immediately fled behind the middle-aged scholar, praying to save his life.

However, Ning Fan didn't even look at the nine big men, his figure flashed, and he had returned to the same place, standing beside the two little girls.

He only took revenge for two little milk babies and killed the broken eight old man, but he was not very hostile to the cultivator who repelled Ke Long.

He is an indifferent person, and only two little babies can arouse his compassion.

"Who are you, you dare to kill my Xingge cultivator!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't say anything, but the beautiful woman in the black dress was furious.

No one here can see through Ning Fan's specific cultivation level, and she can't see through it herself, only that Ning Fan is a cultivator in the early and middle stages of the personal mystery.

She thought to herself that with her various secret techniques, she could even fight against the late Shangren Xuan, why should she be afraid of Ning Fan.

But she only stepped on the lotus step, and before she did anything to Ning Fan, Ning Fan's icy eyes were already swept towards her.

Just one look made her aura in chaos, her beautiful eyes blood red, and she was actually invaded by Ning Fan's evil spirit.

After taking a few steps back, her pretty face turned pale, and she coughed up blood. She was seriously injured!

Ning Fan could seriously injure her with just one look. She couldn't imagine what kind of means it was!

And what shocked her was that Ning Fan was not the human mysterious cultivation base she imagined, but the ghost mysterious!

After seeing how powerful Ning Fan was, how could she dare to challenge Ning Fan, let alone stand up for that hapless old man.

However, the middle-aged scribe was no longer silent, and finally spoke.

In his eyes, endless fighting intent rose up. This fighting intent was only for winning, and there was not a trace of revenge for the broken eight old man!

He has already recognized that Ning Fan is a cultivator in the middle stage of the ghost mystery!

"My name is Luo Xiao, if you fight against me and catch me with a half move, I will let the monsters of this star go and not kill one of them, how about it!" The middle-aged scribe said with a kind smile.

"I'm not interested in the life and death of the rest of the monsters!"

Ning Fan said lightly, then turned to take the two little babies and left.

The middle-aged scribe snorted in displeasure, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, held up the jade pen on his waist, and hit Ning Fan!

"roll!"

Ning Fan turned his head sharply, the blood in his eyes flashed, and the boundless red light flew out from his body, turning into a huge blood fist, and without saying a word, he punched the middle-aged scholar directly!

With this punch, the jade pen magic weapon of the middle-aged scholar was directly smashed into powder.

The rest of the fist light turned into a strong wind blowing across his face, forcing the middle-aged scribe to retreat a hundred zhang, and his eyes changed drastically.

Suddenly his face turned pale, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He was so shocked that he had to look at Ning Fan!

In the shock, there is a bit of inexplicable meaning!

"This person and I are both in the middle stage of the ghost mystery, and we can actually be strong to this level! If this person practices the 'God of War Art', I don't know how many 'magic transformations' they can cultivate?!"

"I'm afraid this person is of great use to my 'Battle King Luo Family'! I just don't know how high his aptitude for cultivating the God of War Art is..."