Grasping Evil

The seventh-layer world is naturally extremely vast, but at Ning Fan's speed, he galloped all the way, and after a few days, he finally came to the edge.

Walking all the way to this place, Ning Fan still hasn't found the portal to the eighth floor.

He stood in a valley, frowning slightly.

This way, he galloped, and he killed many life fairy monsters again, but the monsters above Duzhen have never been encountered again.

At this moment, in Ning Fan's soul bag, there are already 236 Life Immortal Primordial Spirits. If all of them are detonated, it is a true peak cultivator, and he needs to be afraid.

There were two of the Immortal Dao Fruits, but to Ning Fan, they were no longer valuables.

"Did you go in the wrong direction... The seventh floor of the tomb of God is so big, but there is no map, so we can only aimlessly look for the entrance to the eighth floor..."

Ning Fan shook his head, he didn't have the map on the last three floors, not even Qingyangzi.

According to Qingyangzi's memory, only the monks above the broken thoughts in Shenxu Pavilion knew the map of the last three floors.

Naturally, in this tomb of the gods, there is another type of person who holds a map of this place, and that is the very few monsters in the tomb that are above the truth.

"If I had known that the third floor was so vast, on that day, I should have asked Lu Wen for a map of the tomb of the gods. For him, engraving a map was just a matter of blinking an eye... It's too late to say this now. ."

"In Qing Yangzi's memory, there is a lot of information about the third floor of the tomb of the gods, many of which I don't know. For example, once such a monster cultivates to the realm of transcendence, there is a very small chance of gaining spiritual wisdom... The higher the height, the higher the chance of gaining intellect..."

"These monsters with wisdom have cultivated here for countless years, and naturally know the map of this place. If you can catch a monster with wisdom, it will save you a lot of trouble..."

Ning Fan pondered for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked towards the only dead tree in the valley.

After a while, he was thoughtful. Step on the black fire and run away.

long after he left. The only dead tree in the valley immediately flashed with demonic energy and turned into an old man in the early stage of transcendence.

The old man is like a man and a devil, and half of the skin of his body is bark.

his eyes,

Not as empty as most monsters here. He is one of the few wise monsters in this tomb of God.

Looking at the direction of Ning Fan's escape, the old man's eyes flashed fiercely. gloomy road,

"This person should be the cultivator who recently entered the seventh floor... The delicious scent that the lord smells should be emitted by this person. Jie Jie Jie Jie, the old man just got close to him, smell it carefully, this person's The essence of flesh and blood is too perfect, and for your lord, it is definitely a great supplement! Your lord, you heard it right!"

"My lord is only one step away from Shekong. As long as you swallow this child, you will definitely become the ninth Heavenly Demon in the seventh floor!"

"The old man sent a message and told the lord. The monk he wants to eat is at the place where the old man is! Hey, this person is too suffocating, the old man has just broken through the real world, and he is not too sure to take it down, if not In this way, when this person arrives just now, the old man will take action and take this person! That's all. It is more secure to let the Lord personally take action!"

The old man sneered. He raised his hand and condensed, and immediately a magic light flew into the sky. It is a sound transmission sword light.

It's a pity that the sound transmission flying sword just vacated, and suddenly burst open without warning.

At the place where it exploded, a young man in white who had already quietly returned and was hiding here slowly appeared.

"I want to report to your honorable lord, eat Ning Mou, but he is a monster who is loyal to the lord..."

But when the young man in white raised his hand, 108,000 phantom swords and sword shadows immediately turned into sword formations, trapping the old man in the early stage of transcendence in the sword formation!

In an instant, the old man's complexion changed greatly, and he said in horror,

"You... why didn't you leave, why did you come back... ah!"

Before he could stop speaking, he screamed in agony, and was severely slashed by one hundred and eight thousand swords.

In front of his eyes, scenes of memories continued to emerge. In those memories, more and more people were holding the Ujin sword and beheading him...

After ten breaths, the old man who was not stable enough to cross the truth exploded into countless dirty blood, and sprinkled into the sword array.

After collecting 108,000 sword shadows, Ning Fan flexed his palm and grabbed a black primordial spirit who was sluggish and wanted to escape into his hands, and searched his soul directly.

Searching for Soul and Destroying Memories naturally cannot read the complete memory, but reading only fragmentary memories is enough for Ning Fan to find out the general map of the seventh floor.

Kill the primordial spirit of the old man, refine it with a secret method, and collect it into the soul bag.

After doing all of this, Ning Fan's figure was vertical and he rose into the air, but he looked in a certain direction and headed straight for the eighth floor.

This gallop is six days, and along the way, there are 274 life immortals in the soul bag.

Six days later, Ning Fan finally saw the teleportation platform leading to the eighth floor from a distance.

It's just that outside this teleportation platform, there are at least 300 people in the second-step monsters in a radius of 100 miles!

Among the three hundred monsters, there are 15 real monsters.

Of these 15 real monsters, only 4 have wisdom.

One of the four is the lord of this group of monsters, a black-robed youth with a gloomy face. At this moment, he is sitting on a throne, surrounded by many monsters, with his chin in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. Light drink.

The wine bottle is not filled with wine, but blood, blood of black blood, blood of monsters!

"It's not the blood of a monk, it's really hard to drink..." The young man took a sip of black blood, frowned, snorted in displeasure, and put the wine bottle on the ground.

"Reassured Lord, the subordinates and others have already found out the information, that delicious monk is coming all the way here! As long as he comes, the Lord will definitely taste the most delicious blood!" A spiritual monster beside him, Seeing that the lord was angry, he immediately spoke with sincerity and fear.

"I've been waiting here for six days, if he doesn't come again..." The black-robed boy was halfway through his words, and suddenly smiled wickedly, suddenly stood up and looked at the horizon.

In that direction, there is a streamer galloping.

"kill!"

Without any extra words, the black-robed boy just raised his hand and waved it slightly.

All the monsters beside him, there were nearly a hundred immortal monsters immediately, with fierce eyes, they flew into the sky and killed the light.

Ning Fan's spiritual sense swept away the densely charged monsters. His eyes sank, he closed the escape light, and stepped into the sky. Step by step!

Walking among the hundreds of immortal monsters, Ning Fan's essence circulated throughout his body. Every time he raised his hand, there must be a life fairy monster torn to pieces by him.

In just ten breaths, the hundred-headed life fairy monsters were all torn to pieces by Ning Fan.

"waste!"

The black-robed youth seemed extremely displeased, snorted angrily, and waved his hand again. "kill!"

This time, all the monsters except him rushed towards Ning Fan, among them, even 14 monsters.

There are 14 crossover monsters, 7 are in the early stage, 4 are in the middle stage, and 3 are in the late stage.

Today's cultivation base is naturally not something Ning Fan can handle alone.

"The Primordial Spirit delivered to the door..."

Ning Fan waved out the ancient demon puppet, and the puppet immediately grew into the wind. Lightly turned into a troll.

But seeing the puppet line between Ning Fan's fingers, the ancient demon puppet rushed into the army of monsters and tore the monsters into pieces. Swallow the primordial spirits one by one into the belly and store them.

"Empty puppet! Not good!"

The black-robed boy's expression changed drastically, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The direction of his escape was actually going straight towards the eighth floor portal and directly into the eighth floor, but his movements were very fast...

The other three wise monsters also looked terrified and wanted to escape, but they didn't have time to escape. Killed by an ancient golem.

Those monsters with no intellect still rushed towards the ancient puppet without fear of death. But only to be killed.

In just over ten breaths, the monsters here have been slaughtered by the ancient demon puppet alone.

Ning Fan collected all the flesh and blood of the demon corpse here. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he leaped onto the shoulders of the ancient demon puppet. Under the control of the puppet line, the ancient demon puppet turned into a black light and flew into the portal of the teleportation platform.

As soon as he was teleported to the eighth floor, Ning Fan immediately let out the rain, and a drizzle started to fall between the heavens and the earth.

Looking for a direction, Ning Fan drove his puppet to chase after him. That direction was exactly the direction that the black-robed youth fled.

Perceiving the pursuit behind him, the black-robed boy almost died of fright.

Before, I wanted to savor the taste of Ning Fan's blood, but at this moment I wished that Ning Fan would go far away and not get close to him.

"Damn it! A mere ghost at the peak of mystical mystery, there is actually a puppet of the empty space! The monks outside the tomb of the gods are so defiant!"

"But don't be afraid! My teacher is a demon master on the eighth floor, a big man in the early days of Shainian, not to mention the eighth floor, even on the ninth floor, and a famous person, as long as you escape to my teacher Dongfu, ask my teacher to take action, killing this person is as easy as the palm of your hand!"

This thought had just arisen, but the next moment, his face turned into horror and despair.

However, he saw that the ancient demon puppet chasing behind him was getting closer and closer, and finally took a step forward and directly crossed the road in front of him.

The huge body is like a mountain, blocking the road ahead and unable to move forward.

"You seem to be very familiar with this eighth floor, so it seems that if you kill you, you can directly get the map of this floor..."

Ning Fan said lightly, and hooked the puppet line between his fingers. Immediately, the ancient demon puppet lifted his foot and stepped towards the black-robed boy.

In shock, the black-robed youth spewed out a black magic sword from his mouth, and slashed in the direction of the ancient demon puppet.

It's a pity that the power of his magic sword has not yet been revealed, and it was directly smashed to pieces by the ancient demon.

The foot continued to step down, and a huge force spread out, and immediately collapsed the mountains and rivers of this place.

Countless monsters were disturbed by this foot, and the body of the black-robed boy was directly turned into a muddy flesh by this foot, and only the sluggish Primordial Spirit was captured by Ning Fan.

"Impossible... I'm only half a step away from giving up, this puppet, this puppet..."

Before he finished speaking, he screamed and fainted, but because Ning Fan didn't talk nonsense to him, he directly searched for his soul and memory.

In this soul search, Ning Fan knew the map of the eighth floor like the back of his hand, and he also had a little understanding of the distribution of monster forces in the last three floors.

"Monsters on the last three floors, as long as the cultivation base reaches the realm of transcendence, there are a few opportunities to open the spiritual wisdom. Among the monsters who have opened the spiritual wisdom, if someone breaks through the empty space, they are eligible to become a lord. If they break through the realm of broken thoughts, It can be a demon lord... This demon has not broken through the void, but he has a master who is a demon lord, so he can dominate the seventh floor and be a lord..."

"On the seventh floor of the tomb of the gods, there are eight lords of Shekong; on the eighth floor, there are more than 30 lords of Shekong, that is, the Demon Lord of Broken Thoughts. There is also one person, and it is this Demon Master..."

"The map of the ninth floor, I don't know this demon. I don't know how many powerful monsters there are on the ninth floor, but it is said. There is a well of contract in the ninth floor, so the monsters are also the most and the strongest, especially near the magic well, There are even quasi-emperor monsters..."

"In this demon, there is a mark left by his teacher. If he dies, his teacher will feel it..."

Ning Fan frowned slightly. With a swipe of divine sense, a mark was immediately found in the primordial spirit of the black-robed youth.

This mark was originally black, but at this moment, it gradually turned blood red.

In an instant, Ning Fan's eyes changed slightly, and without saying a word, he directly left the stupid primordial spirit of the black-robed youth.

Then he immediately took the ancient demon puppet, wiped his face, and summoned the ghost face. And immediately disappeared without a trace, escaping quietly towards the ninth floor.

The moment he dropped the youthful primordial spirit of the black-robed youth, the imprint that existed in the primordial spirit of the black-robed young man. Immediately flew out a red glow!

As soon as the red light fell to the ground, it immediately turned into the appearance of a red-eyed old man, holding the primordial spirit of the black-robed youth, and was extremely frightened.

"Who is it! How dare you destroy my intelligence!"

There was one thing that he didn't tell his disciple. In fact, the mark he planted could not only sense the death of the disciple, but also the danger of the disciple. And through the imprint, it is sent directly.

at this point. It was naturally impossible to mention it in the black-robed youth's memory, but Ning Fan was keenly aware of the strange change in the mark. Guessing that there will be a change, and immediately flees the place.

The master of the black-robed youth was a step late after all, otherwise, he would have been able to witness Ning Fan's soul-searching and memory-destroying scene with his own eyes.

"Huh? There is still a little breath of this person here..."

The red-eyed old man grabbed the air with his big hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then snorted coldly,

"A peak of ghost mysteries, a puppet in the early days of Shekong... It turned out to be an outside cultivator!"

"The old man and other contracted monsters have made a contract with Emperor Shenkong. The agreement between me and him is that as long as we help him fight, we can stay in the tomb of God forever. One party is king, and it is his monk Shenkong, and I also kill him. The right to devour!"

"It took the old man millions of years to cultivate him to the peak of Transcendence. It was still useful, but now his intelligence has been destroyed by foreign monks, and it is no longer useful..."

The old man glanced at the dull-eyed Disciple's Primordial Spirit in his hand, and with a flash of ruthlessness, he swallowed the Disciple's Primordial Spirit in one bite.

Then his eyes flashed and he sneered,

"The person who harmed my apprentice is only a ghost after all, and it is impossible to run far away at this time. At this moment, he is either invisible, or he is hiding in Xiaoqian and Zhongqianjiebao..."

After pondering for a moment, the red-eyed old man suddenly stretched out two fingers, poked them into his eyes, and grabbed out the bloody red eyeballs.

After the eyeball lifted into the air, it immediately grew against the wind and turned into a hundred zhang. And immediately there was a circle of red halo, centered on the eyeball, and continued to spread towards the entire eighth floor.

With the power of this eyeball, the red-eyed old man spread his eyesight to the entire eighth floor of the tomb of God!

"If this child passes through the portal, there will definitely be fluctuations. If this child cancels his stealth, he will definitely show up for a moment. Even if he hides in the world treasure, this old man doesn't believe that he can hide for a lifetime! As long as he shows up If he is on the eighth floor, or if there is any fluctuation, the old man will definitely be able to detect him!"

"At that time, it is the time of this son's death!"

...

Ning Fan hid his figure and galloped all the way towards the ninth floor portal.

At a certain moment, circles of red light swept toward the sky, sweeping over Ning Fan.

Although he didn't find out where Ning Fan was, Ning Fan could see at a glance that this red glow was a kind of supernatural power of investigation.

And judging from the aura of this spell, the person who performed the spell was the master of the black-robed boy.

"These are a little troublesome... This place is still a long way from the ninth floor portal. With my current speed, it may take at least ten days to escape... During this period, the ghost face invisibility magical power will definitely be suspended. .."

As Ning Fan's cultivation became higher and higher, the invisibility time of the innate ghost face was also increasing little by little, but he still couldn't be invisible for ten days at a time, at most five days.

If you escaped into the Xuanyin realm before the end of invisibility, you would be able to reach the portal, but there would be other troubles...

"Even if I can sneak all the way to the ninth floor portal, once teleported, it will immediately cause fluctuations and be discovered by this person... Even if I teleport back to the seventh floor, I will be discovered by this person..."

A sense of crisis that had not appeared in a long time gradually lingered in Ning Fan's heart.

At the moment when this sense of crisis arises, Ning Fan, who is stepping on the black fire, has a vague feeling of boiling in the blood of the three clans in his body...

In an instant, Ning Fan's eyes narrowed and he made a decision.

With a little brow, he took out a green thunder and swallowed it.

With his physique of the Great Five Elements, refining Qinglei can sustainably restore a large amount of mana!

Only a trace of Qinglei was refined, and the extra mana in the body was about to burst the primordial spirit immediately.

Before the primordial spirit exploded, golden flames had already ignited in his body, consuming all the excess mana. Like an arrow from the string, it pierces the sky, leaving behind a golden gully, which goes straight to the ninth floor!

If you can't hide, you don't need to hide! And reach the ninth floor, then stealth to get rid of the red-eyed old man's tracking!

"I found it! It's just that this person is escaping so fast, why is he so fast! Could it be an ancient monster! No, it's impossible! If it is eternal, why should this person be afraid of me, why should he be invisible!"

The red-eyed old man's eyes were shocked, he stood up suddenly, retracted his eyes, and after pondering, he still decided to chase after Ning Fan.

However, his escaping speed was simply not enough to catch up with Ning Fan!

In the eighth-layer world, countless monsters who have cultivated spiritual wisdom have left the cave dwelling at this moment and looked up at the sky.

Looking at the golden rainbow that pierced through the sky and disappeared in a flash, no one was not shocked.

Ning Fan quickly refined the green thunder in his body, trying to replenish the mana consumption of the vertical golden light.

The speed of this technique is astonishing, comparable to the ages, and the consumption of mana is also extremely huge.

With the suppression of the ghost face, Ning Fan forcibly urged this technique. The original six-day journey took only ten breaths, and he had already escaped!

The golden rainbow slammed into the portal, and immediately galloped in the ninth-layer world, also alarming the countless powerhouses here.

At the moment when the green thunder in his body was about to be completely exhausted, Ning Fan escaped the rainbow and directly escaped into the Xuanyin Realm.

Almost an hour later, the red-eyed old monster rushed to the ninth-layer world.

It's just that at this moment, Ning Fan has long since disappeared, and the golden aura of the ground is gone, but he has no idea where to look for Ning Fan...

"Damn! He was actually run away by this cunning boy! There are a lot of powerhouses on the ninth floor, but here, it is not allowed to use the blood-seeing technique casually, otherwise it will definitely arouse the taboo of other demon masters... Go look for it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find this son, why don't you just stay here and wait for the rabbit!"

"In any case, this son is an outsider cultivator. He always has to leave the ninth floor! Humph! The old man will be guarding this door. I don't believe this son will not show up!"

(2/3) (To be continued). ..