Grasping Evil

Surrounded by ruins and rubble, standing in mid-air was a young man in a white coat and a black cloak.

With cold eyes and black hair like ink, he alone swept through the pressure, but he made Yuanjue Valley a valley, and everyone was silent!

The sound of shattering ice, like a demonic sound, penetrated into everyone's heart, and people were killed by shattering ice.

One by one, the seven sects of Jindan, usually have eyes higher than the top, but at this moment, when they see the youth, they seem to see something terrifying. The punching power of that ice-shattering world is by no means weaker than that of Nascent Soul's blow.

The ancestors of the seven sects, when the ice was broken, had already used their strongest life-saving spells and magic weapons, but they were still in a state of embarrassment.

Together with Mo Xisheng, Qi Qi began to ponder countermeasures. The young man in front of him was most likely a master of Nascent Soul. Even if it wasn't, that punch was enough to make them regard this young man as their enemy in life. It was Mo Xisheng, who had broken the Golden Wheel Palm with a full blow, and had the clearest understanding of the youth's strong physical skills.

Can't go wrong. Easily broke his Golden Wheel Palm, this young man who suddenly appeared and claimed to be the ancestor of Yuanjuegu was a cultivator in the realm of Silver Bone Body Refinement.

Silver Bone, even if he uses his full strength, he has no chance of winning, and he can beat this young man. Unexpectedly, Yuanjuegu has this person in charge, and today's attempt to make a huge relic, most of them will be unsuccessful.

Even the Sect Master Zong Ze couldn't understand this. Yuanjuegu, is there such an old master?

Mo Xisheng's expression gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wants an explanation, and he and others can give an explanation.

Obviously killing people and stealing treasures, and kicking at the door, how to explain?

Or, this young man is just asking for compensation, right? He and others killed the disciples of Yuanjuegu, but this young man wiped out hundreds of spirits from the seven factions. How should this account be calculated?

Still taking a closer look, Mo Xisheng and the other seven ancestors suddenly changed their faces... Strange, this young man was only less than 20 years old, and after his aura receded, his cultivation base only seemed to be in harmony.

The seven looked at each other, and they all saw puzzlement in each other's eyes.

Could it be that this person is only physically powerful, but his cultivation is not high?

If this is the case, even if this person has some means, if the seven people work together, they are not afraid of this person.

Don't be afraid... Then the Seven Sects don't need to explain to this person, on the contrary, it is this person who has to explain to all the old monsters! Where did the Maotou boy come from, relying on the body refining technique to sneak attack, pretending to be the ancestor of Yuanjuegu, and destroying hundreds of Rongling spirits of the seven sects.

Simply, tired of living!

Mo Xisheng's face sank and he snorted coldly,

"Yuanjuegu doesn't have your ancestor, who are you..."

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes! A shocking murderous intent made Mo Xisheng stand up, unable to speak a word!

He has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, and he has been through life and death for a long time. At this moment, under Ning Fan's murderous intention, he seems to have returned to the weak and helpless state when he first cultivated!

This kind of feeling will only emerge when facing the Nascent Soul old monster! Mistake! This young man cannot be Rongling, he must be Nascent Soul!

He wants to kill me!

Without any hesitation, Mo Xisheng spewed a few mouthfuls of blood essence, and his whole body turned into a seven-zhang tall, like a giant, and his robes were all broken, and pieces of golden Sanskrit appeared! Under this self-destructive secret technique, his body refining realm briefly broke through the tenth realm of silver light, almost reaching the silver bone!

Only in time to finish this, Ning Fan's icy voice resounded through the hall!

"I said,

I want an explanation! "

Ning Fan's whole body, black light flickered a little, and the energy of heaven and earth floated around his body. The light and shadow flashed, and a teleportation, like a sharp sword, had deceived himself in front of Mo Xisheng in just a moment.

He came here to ask for money as the ancestor of Yuanjue, that's all. Before claiming money, take Mo Xisheng's life and stand up for it!

The latter's gigantic body of seven feet was not acceptable in Ning Fan's eyes. With a wave of one hand, bursts of ice-shattering fists, with lightning, grabbed fiercely. The seven-zhang giant's arm was strong enough to rival an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, but when Ning Fan grabbed it, the giant's arm suddenly turned into ice, and it rumbled and shattered under the thunder light.

That escape method is teleportation, and that thunderbolt is the innate supernatural power to control the thunder. Mo Xisheng was already frightened, screamed, and his breath immediately shriveled. The body training cultivator, every inch of muscles and bones were tempered, and when his arm was broken, the body training realm immediately fell.

He took dozens of steps back before he stabilized his body, and every step back made him weaker.

There is only fear in my eyes!

Without giving Mo Xisheng any chance to breathe, Ning Fan's whole body flashed with black light and teleported several times, as if he had transformed into several phantom bodies around Mo Xisheng and on top of his head. On the giant body and the heavenly spirit!

The sound of the five muscles and bones shattering came out, and Mo Xi's voice was like a spring of blood, and his body was like mud.

The whole body refining technique was almost completely useless, but he couldn't raise his resentment at all, and he was desperate in his heart, only the word escape!

Biting the tip of his tongue, Mo Xisheng exerted all his mana and the last few mouthfuls of blood essence, and his whole body turned into a puff of smoke, sinking into the ground, and hurriedly escaping into the distance at a speed one point faster than the half-step Nascent Soul.

This technique escaped from under Ning Fan's eyelids, which surprised Ning Fan, if he was not mistaken. What Mo Xisheng used was actually an imitation of the lost magical power of the ancient gods and demons - the earth escape technique.

Even if it is imitated by magic, it is not easy to cast by non-gods and demons. That's why Mo Xisheng wasted so much mana and blood essence by the earth escape technique.

Mo Xisheng escaped into the ground below a thousand feet, and even with Ning Fan's body refining technique, he couldn't shatter the ground and capture him.

Humans can’t go down to the soil, but spiritual thoughts can go down. Ning Fan's temperament changed, his eyes became colder, his face was covered with black lines, and his whole body seemed to be a little daring with thick ink, turning into thousands of ink-colored sword thoughts, which also sank into the ground and chased after him.

As soon as this technique came out, the ancestors of the other six sects immediately exclaimed in unison,

"What? This person is already so powerful that he can even use Mo Sheng's spells to escape into the ground. Isn't Mo Sheng dangerous?"

The ancestors of the Six Factions never imagined that Mo Xisheng, the first master of the Wei State, would have no power to fight back in Ning Fan's hands. Even when Mo Xisheng performed the earth escape technique, all the old monsters were sure that Mo Xisheng could escape, but that Ning Fan was like a maggot with a bone, and he still had the means to catch up!

The exclamations of the old monsters were only exchanged for Hou Lian's sneer.

Is Mo Sheng in danger? Not only is it dangerous, this Mo Liu distraction technique is a powerful spell that instantly kills dozens of demon clans, and that Ning Fan, a ferocious demon who can even capture the Nascent Infant Banshee, Mo Xisheng, a mere sight. The cultivator Zifeng Yaowei fled looking at the wind, and he only dared to bully Yuanjuegu, how could he be Ning Fan's opponent...

"Mo Xisheng is dead!" Hou Lian sneered.

"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is the number one expert in my country..."

Several ancestors just wanted to refute, but they immediately closed their mouths with a sword cry and screams, and they were shocked!

Twenty miles away from Tujue Valley, the earth was blasted open by countless ink-colored sword qi. Where the explosion sounded, the ground cracked thousands of feet, and the sound of swords shocked the sky. Within a few miles, the sword qi passed through, but no grass grew.

And what shocked all the ancestors was not only the vision of the ink sword, but also the scream that could not be overwhelmed by the sword energy, and died!

Mo Sheng's scream!

Mo Xisheng, dead? !

Before the sound of the sword could stop, Ning Fan had already teleported back with a bloody corpse.

Mo Xisheng's body, he is really dead? !

Dead, dead... Wei country's number one master... dead!

If it is a hard fight, everyone can accept it, but the result is extremely fast, and they will be divided between life and death!

From Mo Xisheng's mad words to his death, it took only a dozen breaths. Before a dozen breaths, Mo Xisheng was still an arrogant Mo Sheng. After a dozen breaths, he was just a corpse!

The old monsters looked at Ning Fan in horror, this person is definitely not Rongling, it must be Yuanying, it must be Yuanying, it can only be Yuanying! Only in this way can Mo Xisheng be instantly killed!

The ancestors of the six sects, all of which have supernatural powers weaker than Mo Xisheng, Ku Ningfan's death hand, and the six people working together, it is difficult to survive. And if they run away, they have no escape technique, which is faster than teleportation, and there is no secret technique similar to the earth escape technique.

Even if there is, can they escape the black-colored robbery... That kind of magical power that turns into black-colored and escapes into the ground is really something that the old monsters have only seen in their lives...

How to do? ! If Ning Fan is here, all the masters of the seven factions of the Wei Kingdom, even Nascent Soul of the Rain Palace, will not be able to rescue him in time!

If he kills, who can escape and who can resist? !

"I want an explanation, no one is allowed to leave this place until I am satisfied!"

Ning Fan's eyes swept over, but the old monster who was swept away immediately shivered and lowered his head...

Zong Ze was very satisfied, looking at Mo Xisheng's tattered corpse, his excitement was unbearable. The ancestors of the six major factions did not dare to go out in the atmosphere of Yuanjuegu. This is probably the most beautiful time since Yuanjuegu established the valley. He is very grateful to this old ancestor who came from nowhere!

"Hou Lian, this person is really my ancestor..."

"It's absolutely true... This ancestor has traveled for more than a thousand years before returning, and it's not surprising that the head doesn't know!"

"Forget it, no matter what his identity is, he is my benefactor... He said he was the ancestor, that's all."

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When Zong Ze and Hou Lian were transmitting their voices, the ancestors of the six sects were panicking...

Finally, the second master of the Wei State, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked bitterly and respectfully,

"I don't know what explanation you want to be satisfied with..."

"The Immortal King."

Ning Fan accepted the murderous intention and smiled slightly.

And all the surviving old monsters from the six factions were stunned.

Dare to love this person, he is here to make money...

It turns out that giving money is enough. If I knew this earlier, why would Mo Sheng risk his life... Money buys life, what a trivial matter! Injustice, Mo Xisheng died too wrongly... If he knew that he could save money and save his life, but died in vain, he would regret his bowels all green...

"I don't know how much immortal jade you want..."

"Golden Core is 20,000 people in the early stage, 40,000 in the middle stage, 80,000 in the later stage, Patriarch, 200,000, why, it's not expensive!" Ning Fan threatened.

"What! You dare to blackmail me 200,000 Immortal Kings, do you know that I and the Rain Palace..." Among the ancestors, Baimenlou seemed to be dissatisfied, but immediately, Ning Fan's eyes froze, and a teleportation appeared. Behind the White Gate Tower, press it with one finger!

The complexion of Baimenlou changed greatly, and he immediately activated the body refining technique. His eye sockets were more sunken, and he was as thin as a skeleton, but his physical defense had risen to the peak of the eighth realm of silver light! And raised an evil purple light defense.

But under Ning Fan's finger, his purple light defense immediately collapsed into pieces. When he pointed at his chest, Baimenlou immediately vomited blood and was seriously injured. Instead, he took off the storage bag, offered it with both hands, and explained hastily, for fear that he would be wiped out by Ning Fan if he was one step behind!

"This is 200,000 immortal jade, please stop! Bai knows his mistake!"

"400,000!" Ning Fan said coldly.

"So much, this... well, I understand... The junior immortal jade is not enough, can I use magic weapons to compensate..."

"Artifact Spirit Magic Treasure, Three-Turn Medicine Pill, Infant-level Cultivation Technique, and nothing else! Remember, this is an order, not a negotiation, and you have no choice!"

(The phone wrote 3000 words in 6 hours, 2 batteries were used up, a little motion sickness, the phone code word is too small, I am dizzy, shameful)