Grasping Evil

"Pseudo ancient demon!"

Mo Yuanzi's eyes suddenly changed!

At his level, it is not unheard of for a human monk who also cultivates demon power. There are always some powerful cultivators who, by chance, can obtain some peels and cores of the fruit of rejuvenation, so that the body has more aptitude for cultivating other powers.

It's just that in those cultivators, the demon power can only become a vassal at most, which is extremely weak. But in Ning Fan, the magic power and the demon power are perfectly integrated!

And that demon power is actually a demon spirit power that can only be possessed by pseudo-ancient demons!

The black-haired, black-haired Ning Fan changed back to his original appearance for a split second. But at that moment, when Mo Yuanzi faced Ning Fan in black, his breathing was stagnant and his heart skipped a beat!

Ning Fan, who is dressed in white, still has three points of human affection to talk about.

Ning Fan in black,

But it seems to be the carrier of all evil, filth, and darkness in the world. It seems that in front of him, even the Dao of Heaven must be ashamed and submissive as a servant!

Mo Yuanzi didn't know that Ning Fan, who was dressed in black, had all the evil aura in his body, which came from the Fuli bloodline in his body!

Mo Yuanzi did not know that Fuli was once the overseer of the Dao of Heaven. With a real Fuli, with a wave of his hand, he could tamper with the Dao of Heaven and reverse the Dao!

Mo Yuanzi didn't know that at the moment when Ning Fan turned into black clothes, all the Dao rules on his body went backwards!

Ning Fan only stayed in the state of black clothes and black hair for a moment, but he clearly felt that at that moment, he seemed to have the amazing ability of the black robed old man. With a wave of his hand, he could shatter a magic weapon, but it could be erased. Doctrine...

And at the moment of turning into black clothes, Ning Fan's fingers had the power of returning to the ruins, which came into being.

One of the three supernatural powers of the three towns of Fuli... Returning to the Ruins!

"Returning to the ruins...let all the cultivation bases disappear and return to nothingness..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes and continued to comprehend under the hollow stone.

Mo Yuanzi's expression changed. I don't know what Ning Fan was comprehending, but he didn't dare to bother.

Another half an hour passed, within a certain dead gate ahead. Suddenly, a very embarrassed figure flew out.

When that person was in his prime, he was an old monster in the early days of Shattering Thoughts. Accidentally broke into a dead door by mistake.

Fortunately, he just stepped into the door of death for half a step, and he realized that it was not good, and immediately escaped, otherwise he would probably die directly in the door of death.

Although he escaped very fast, he still had a lot of injuries on his body, his clothes were tattered and bloodstained everywhere, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Once the old monster escaped from death. Immediately cursing and scolding, suddenly seeing the spirit boat flying in front of you, Divine Sense sweeps the spirit boat, and is immediately overjoyed.

"Haha, isn't this the Demon Essence Boat! Old Demon Essence, don't mind the old man's healing on your spirit boat!"

The old monster was still far away from the spirit boat, but after a flash, it flew to the spirit boat.

On the spirit boat, many monks recognized the identity of this old monster, the ancestor of Beitian Que Yuezong, the ancestor of Jinhua.

See Jinhua ancestors come uninvited. Mo Yuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly, a little unhappy. But seeing this man's utterly embarrassed appearance made him a little gloat.

"Humph! Old man Jinhua. The old man has never had any friendship with you, so why should you stay here to heal!"

"Hey, now there is a calamity in the wild, I and the human monks should share weal and woe. Even if you and I have no friendship, you won't drive me off the boat if you think about it. With the old man here, isn't it safer for you to break the boat?"

Ancestor Jinhua smiled and was about to meditate cross-legged. He ignored Mo Yuanzi's ugly expression.

But before he could sit down, Jinhua's ancestor saw the Guankong Stone standing on the bow of the boat. His eyes lit up.

"It's actually the Guankong Stone! Hehe, the old demon. You are really lucky to get such a treasure... 500 billion Daojing, this stone sells me half, how about it!"

For cultivators of broken thoughts, Daojing is of little use, and many things needed for cultivation cannot be bought by Daojing.

Five hundred billion Daojing, wanting to buy half a piece of the hollow stone, is simply wishful thinking. The price is not high.

Ancestor Jinhua licked his tongue and looked at Mo Yuanzi with a slight threat, as if he would rob him if he didn't sell it.

Mo Yuanzi's eyes suddenly turned cold, but he thought of something, and suddenly smiled slyly, pointed at Ning Fan, and said to the ancestor of Jinhua,

"Hehe, this old man is not the owner of the Guankong Stone. The owner of this stone is this fellow Zhao Daoist. If you want to attack the Guankong Stone, don't come to this old man."

"Zhao Daoyou? Which Zhao Daoyou?" Ancestor Jin Hua was stunned, and then he noticed that at the foot of Guankong Stone, a ghost-faced cultivator sat cross-legged, facing Guankong Stone, comprehending something.

Although Ning Fan's injury has healed, the breath revealed at this moment is only in the middle of the transition.

Ancestor Jinhua secretly beat drums in his heart, thinking that when Ning Fan was in full bloom, it was only a period of abandonment at most. Why would Mo Yuanzi call him a fellow Daoist? With Ning Fan's cultivation base, how could it be possible to have such a treasure as the hollow stone...

"Could it be that Mo Yuanzi is trying to deceive me..."

Ancestor Jinhua was skeptical and asked Ning Fan, "Is this Guan Kong Stone owned by a little friend?"

"So what?" When Ning Fan answered, he didn't open his eyes and didn't turn his head back, which made Old Ancestor Jinhua unhappy, and his tone became a little unkind.

"Dare to ask your honorable name!"

"Zhao Jian."

"Zhao Jian? Never heard of..."

Ancestor Jinhua frowned, sneered slightly, and said to Ning Fan, "One hundred billion Daojing, sell this stone to this old man, and the old man will give you a fortune!"

Ancestor Jinhua stood with his hands behind his back, with an old-fashioned expression. Seeing that Ning Fan's cultivation base is not high, Jinhua's ancestor not only lowered the price, but also planned to forcefully buy the whole piece of Guankong Stone.

If it weren't for Mo Yuanzi's territory, and he needed to take into account Mo Yuanzi's face, Jinhua's ancestor would not even pay hundreds of billions of Daojing, and would directly take the stone. He didn't put Ning Fan in his eyes at all.

"Not for sale!"

Ning Fan replied coldly, still taking care of himself and ignoring Jin Hua's ancestor.

"Humph! It's up to you whether to sell or not..."

Ancestor Jinhua's eyes sank, he didn't expect to be rejected by a junior, just as he was about to attack, his complexion suddenly changed drastically.

However, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were originally scarlet, but suddenly they turned into purple eyes.

At the moment of turning into purple eyes, Ning Fan suddenly turned into black clothes and black hair, and even the ghost face turned black. He stood up abruptly and turned around.

The billowing black mist flowed out of Ning Fan, and suddenly rolled towards the ancestor of Jinhua. Under one volume, Jinhua's ancestors acted in a single way. It's crazy weakening!

One breath, weaken the thousand-year-old Taoism!

After the three breaths, Jinhua's ancestor was a Taoist, and he was weakened for three thousand years!

Hearing about such a bizarre supernatural power was simply shocking, causing the complexion of Jin Hua's ancestor to change dramatically, his heart was beating wildly, and he was in a state of anger. Turning his hand, he took out a golden hill and offered it to Ning Fan.

The golden hill is the Taoist soldier of the ancestor of Jinhua, and the top of the hill is missing a corner, named 'Queyue'. Once vacated, it immediately rose against the wind and fell from the sky. With a single fall, it is enough to smash any cultivator under the emptiness into flesh.

"roll!"

Under Ning Fan's feet, a purple-black halo suddenly appeared that lifted the spirit wheel away. The halo turned and hissed. The direction of rotation is opposite to the road.

He pressed his five fingers to the sky, and the black mist immediately rose into the sky, the golden mountain that fell down. Once surrounded by the black mist, there were bursts of roaring noises, and countless black cracks immediately appeared on it, which greatly damaged the spirituality.

The billowing black mist then pressed down towards the ancestor of Jin Hua. From a distance, there was a heavy feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city.

The black mist appeared instantly, and Jinhua's ancestors could not avoid it. Immediately within the heavy black fog, bursts of muffled groans came out.

its practice. Crazy swallowed by the black mist, every breath. It will be wiped out for thousands of years!

Mo Yuanzi was shocked. He was watching the old ancestor Jin Hua collapse in front of Ning Fan.

Ancestor Jinhua, who was in the dark fog, seemed to be squeezed by the power of heaven and earth, and he couldn't move.

His cultivation base was constantly wiped out by the black mist, and that feeling was like losing his cultivation base step by step and heading towards the ruins!

In the dark fog, Jinhua's ancestor suddenly turned his head, and he was even more shocked to realize that in the dark clouds behind the spirit boat, there were 200,000 murderous intentions, locking him tightly!

Jinhua's ancestor Shen Nian swept away the dark clouds behind the spirit boat, and immediately trembled.

There were 200,000 savage beasts crawling within the dark cloud, all of them kneeling in the direction of Ning Fan with extremely respectful expressions.

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Jinhua's heart jumped wildly, and his face immediately lost all color. I don't know where, in addition to his amazing magical powers, Ning Fan has hundreds of thousands of savage beasts guarding him here!

"What is the origin of this Zhao Jian, the magical power is so terrifying, and there are 200,000 savage beasts guarding him!"

"Shattered Thought Realm! This person must be in the Shattered Thought Realm, and his cultivation must be covered up! Never offend this person!"

"Mo Yuanzi, you are despicable! You know that this person can't be provoked, but you don't tell the old man, let the old man provoke this son, and your intentions are really vicious!"

Ancestor Jinhua's face was ashen, and in front of Ning Fan, it was difficult to calm his mind.

Under the crisis, Jinhua's ancestor gritted his teeth and slapped Tianling with his palm, actually wanting to use the last means to save his life.

But at this moment, Ning Fan's thoughts moved, and all the black fog was removed, but Jinhua's ancestor was let go.

He didn't intend to kill Jinhua's ancestor, leaving this person can also be a great help in rescuing Wonderful Words Immortal Venerable.

"If you mess with this seat again, you will be at your own risk!"

Ning Fan withdrew from the black-clothed and black-haired body, faced the Guankong Stone, sat down again, and continued to comprehend.

The black-robed old man named Ni Fan, under the guidance of Huixu with one finger, every breath can wipe out the enemy's cultivation base for 100,000 years.

And Ning Fan can only wipe out the enemy's cultivation base for a thousand years in one breath, and after ten breaths, the magical power will be broken, and it is difficult to last.

His comprehension of the finger of returning to the ruins is still far from enough...

Ancestor Jin Hua looked even more embarrassed, and looked at Ning Fan with a look of fear.

He understands that Ning Fan is merciful, otherwise today, he is afraid that he will not be able to survive...

He didn't dare to resent Ning Fan, and all his anger was directed at Mo Yuanzi.

"Mo Yuanzi, remember this for the old man! Today, you are plotting against the old man. When he returns to Beitian, he will not give up with you!"

"Okay, the old man is waiting to see how you don't give up with the old man!" Mo Yuanzi smiled slyly, his expression full of schadenfreude.

Ning Fan's supernatural powers and strength really shocked him, but he felt that all this was reasonable. After all, he had long seen that Ning Fan couldn't be provoked.

Ancestor Jinhua glared at Mo Yuanzi again, looked for a position on the bow of the boat, and began to heal his wounds angrily.

Thinking of the supernatural power that Ning Fan had wiped out his cultivation, he was still a little scared. Such a terrifying supernatural power was almost on par with the heaven-suppressing treasure of the Beitian Relics Palace - the 'Yin Rongzhu'.

In my heart, I made up my mind. No matter what this trip is, I can't provoke Ning Fan any more... If I see Ning Fan in the future, I have to take a detour.

The spirit boat moved on. After passing through several Shengmen interfaces one after another, many human monks who were tired of running suddenly appeared in front of them.

The monks were dressed in uniform. It seems to belong to a certain human race, which is exactly the opposite of the direction of Mo Yuanzi and others.

Those cultivators were fleeing in a hurry, and they were overjoyed when they suddenly saw Mo Yuanzi's spirit boat.

Mo Yuanzi stood majestically on the bow, and some monks who recognized Mo Yuanzi directly asked for help.

"I'm waiting for *Xianzun's war department, being chased by a blood-soul beast, and 100,000 guards are fighting to the death! Two broken mind commanders are desperately killing the beast. Let me wait for help everywhere! I beg Senior Mo Yuanzi to take action and save the two leaders of broken thoughts!"

Another cultivator saw Old Ancestor Jinhua on the bow of the boat and was overjoyed, "It is Old Ancestor Jinhua! There are two seniors on the boat, and with them, they will definitely be able to save the two leaders!"

Mo Yuanzhou boarded a boat of monks, and when they heard the words of these monks, they all gasped.

What blood and soul beasts are so powerful that they can kill 100,000 warheads and flee, and even make two broken mind leaders fight to the death...

Mo Yuanzi's face twitched. Although he has saved a lot of people along the way, he is not a good person.

The blood-soul beast was extremely powerful when he heard it, and he was too lazy to go to the muddy water. Save the broken mind commander who doesn't know it. Wouldn't it be wrong to sacrifice your own life in order to save others?

Ancestor Jinhua also shook his head frequently, and he was also unwilling to take risks for unrelated people.

Only Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly, he stood up, and asked the monks who asked for help through voice transmission,

"Where did you meet the beast at the Shengmen interface?"

Those monks didn't know Ning Fan, but seeing that Ning Fan was in the same ranks as Mo Yuanzi and Jin Hua's ancestor, he was also a famous human race. Naturally, he did not dare to neglect, and respectfully threw a map jade slip. replied,

"I'm waiting for the interface of the gate of life when I encounter the beast. It has been marked on the jade slip, and the seniors will know it by looking at the jade slip."

Ning Fan took the jade slip, his mind swept away, and his face sank.

The place where this group of human cultivators encountered the blood-soul beasts was impressively on the route to rescue Immortal Wonderful Words!

Ning Fan didn't care about the two mindless leaders who blocked the beasts in the mouth of Qun Xiu. What he cared about was the safety of Zhao Dier and the others.

The Broken Continent where Zhao Dieyer and others are flying is in this direction. If they encounter that blood-soul beast...

"When you came, did you ever see a Broken Continent blessed with golden light?" Ning Fan asked suddenly.

"I've seen it! The two leaders of Shattered Minds led the army to fight the beasts to the death just to protect the cultivators on the Shattered Continent!" The cultivators replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Ning Fan's eyes changed immediately. With a little point of his toes, he disappeared directly into the bow of the boat with the Guankong Stone. He stepped on the Guankong Stone and flew into the void.

The huge dark cloud behind the spirit boat suddenly dissipated, and the 200,000 wild beasts followed Ning Fan's thoughts and flew out, densely packed, like locusts crossing the border.

He doesn't care about the life and death of others, but Zhao Dier and others, he must save them.

When he left the Broken Continent, he had left a mark on the Continent with an anti-spiritual technique. At this moment, the mark was still intact, and there was no danger of everyone's life.

But being stared at by the blood-soul beast, it is not safe to come to Tianman City at this moment.

Wrapped with 200,000 savage beasts, Ning Fan stepped on the golden rainbow and rushed out, followed by the beasts, galloping through the air, that scene, the momentum was too amazing!

Whether it was the tens of thousands of monks on the Mo Yuanzhou, or the lonely monks who came to ask for help, they were all speechless at this moment.

Seeing 200,000 savage beasts again, Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua's ancestors also jumped wildly in their hearts, but because they had seen them before, they were more calm than others.

"What to do, do you want to keep up..." Ancestor Jinhua asked Mo Yuanzi with a solemn gaze.

"Keep up...Since Daoist friend Zhao Jian is going, we'd better follow it. Even if the blood-soul beast is strong, with Daoist friend Zhao Jian's 200,000 beasts in front, we should still be very safe. of..."

If you don't keep up, what can you do!

Mo Yuanzi looked at the map jade slip, and the direction indicated by the jade slip was on the route to find Wonderful Words Immortal Venerable.

"Speaking of which, if Miaoyan Xianzun is really in front, why don't these people ask Xianzun for help, but ask the old man for help... If Xianzun is really in front, no matter how strong the blood-soul beast is, it seems that Can't be mad..."

"Miao Yan Xianzun, is it really on this route..."

Mo Yuanzi once again doubted the authenticity of Ning Fan's information, but he was helpless and had to believe it.

He mobilized the Demon Essence Boat, carried a boat of monks, followed Ning Fan and the group of beasts, and fled forward, only praying in his heart that he could find the Immortal Venerable and save his life...

(2/3) (To be continued)