Grasping Evil

The old man in green robe is named Song Yi, and the beautiful woman in blue skirt is named Liu Yunxu.

Both of them are divine envoys of the Rain Palace, but at this moment, they are all jealous of Ning Fan.

This person has the intention of rain and defeats Zifeng... This person should not be underestimated!

And his identity, is it a person from the Rain Palace, or is it the ancestor of Yuanjue?

Thousands of miles away, dozens of teleports, approaching!

The two of them stared at Ning Fan, but under Ning Fan Jianhan's gaze, their eyes hurt.

This boy, what a sharp look!

"Old man Song Yi, your Excellency, who is it! A thousand years ago, when I traveled to Wei State, I never heard of a Jindan old monster named Zhou Ming!"

"A thousand years ago, you were Jindan, and I was Jindan. You have never heard of me, and I have never heard of a scholar named Song Yi!"

The old Confucianism is extraordinary. He cultivates Xuanmen Confucianism, the most important thing is to nourish qi, and his momentum is stronger than the black corpse.

But under the aura of the old Confucianism, Ning Fan remained motionless, answered indifferently, and in the seven realms of cultivation, no one could subdue him with his aura, no one!

The first test was the sound wave and the false divine will, and the old Confucian was a little weaker.

The second test, the old Confucianism added his aura, but he still did not take advantage of Ning Fan in the slightest.

The old Confucian Song Yi, with a condensed gaze, was even more sure of this son's difficulty.

Just thinking of this person impersonating Wei and looting more than 3 million immortal jade, this matter cannot be seen or ignored.

Looking at the beautiful woman, the old Confucian made up his mind and snorted proudly.

"Forget it, I believe that you are a cultivator of the State of Wei...but, even if you are a cultivator of the State of Wei and form a Nascent Soul, you shouldn't snatch millions of immortal jade and cause chaos in a country..."

"You want my fairy jade?" The old Confucian was not finished, but was interrupted by Ning Fan's sneer.

"That's right! I don't care about the affairs of Wei State! But you have obtained such a huge amount of immortal jade from Wei State. According to the 'Rain World Boundary Law', you must hand in 70% of what you get to the Rain Palace!"

"Is that so... The things that go into Zhou's hands will never be returned!" Ning Fan was not afraid at all.

"Don't eat toast, so, don't blame the two of me for 'law enforcement' cheating! Fellow Daoist Liu, let's do it together!"

The old man's eyes flickered, this Ning Fan made him quite afraid, and he asked himself, the chance of winning Ning Fan was not high. But thinking about the two of them joining forces to deal with Ning Fan, it's not difficult!

As an envoy of the Rain Palace, he has his own arrogance. Even a monk in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul should treat the old with courtesy!

According to the Law of the Rain World, 70% of the things that the monks seized in the Xiu Kingdom must be turned over to the Rain Palace.

If you don't bump into it, that's fine. Since you bump into it, the old man will not sit idly by!

Song Yi and Liu Yunxu looked at each other, and immediately, each of them flashed a light, and at the same time, they made a coercive movement, shocking Baili.

"Irrelevant people, leave this place! I, the Rain Palace, enforce the law here!"

Two Nascent Souls, fighting Zhou Ming... All the old monsters, even if they want to watch the battle, they can only retreat a hundred miles away and watch from a distance.

In the eyes of the cultivators of the Wei Kingdom, no matter how powerful Zhou Ming is, he is probably not the opponent of the two Nascent Souls.

As for the two Nascent Souls, the old Confucian and the beautiful woman, although they shot, it was only to let Zhou Ming know that the Rain Palace was powerful, and obediently offered the immortal jade, and had no will to divide life and death.

In this battle, Zhou Ming will eventually lose, pay the jade in accordance with the law, and stop making peace with the two envoys... This kind of law enforcement, many old monsters have heard of it.

The Rain Palace will not kill easily, everyone is a precious power in the rain world.

Ning Fan naturally knows all of this, so he also has a long and short mind with this old man.

For a long time, he used "Yin-Yang Change" and the yin-picking finger to connect the two Nascent Soul female demons, but the real fight with the old Nascent Soul monster was only with the black corpse... Today is the perfect time to fight with the old monster. Yuan Ying battle!

And Ning Fan, from the bottom of his heart, is unwilling to hand over 70% of the immortal jade, 70% of which is more than 2 million... This is what he grabbed by himself, there is no reason to turn it in.

Unless he is defeated, it is absolutely impossible for this immortal jade to be handed over from him!

After the second divine envoy gave the order, all the monks, including the elder disciples of Yuanjuegu's sect, hurriedly evacuated outside the valley.

Immediately after the two separated, the beautiful woman snapped her hands together, and her delicate body was like lightning. After teleporting several times in the air, she disappeared without a trace, and in the air, a blue-light vortex that stretched for hundreds of feet condensed.

In the vortex, there are constantly blooming blue fireballs, which are scattered in the air, turning into a little blue fire rain, with wisps of orchid incense.

When the beautiful woman reappeared, she grabbed the blue light vortex with her hand, and all the fire rain condensed on her palm, turning into a blue fire ruler that was burning hundreds of feet, and it fell one foot toward Ning Fan!

And a hundred miles away, the monks onlookers immediately burst into an uproar,

"Fourth-grade spirit fire, orchid fire! Use this fire to cast infant-level low-grade spells and turn it into a fire ruler. It's really extraordinary! I heard that a few days ago, when the demon was executed, Fairy Liu once took a foot and burned dozens of them. the wasteland!"

This ruler is extraordinary, and after the old Confucian and the beautiful woman separated, he slapped the storage bag, and he had a sword in his hand, and hurriedly rushed over, the sword pointed at Ning Fan!

The best magic weapon, Xuanying Sword! There are countless monsters under this sword!

The two of them had no reservations, they almost wanted a face-to-face meeting, intimidating Ning Fan, and it was too difficult to use Ning Fan alone to rival the two Nascent Souls!

Even if he is carrying "Yin-Yang Change", under that beautiful woman's deep guard against him, it is extremely difficult to deceive the beautiful woman and attack with her yin-picking fingers!

In this case, the only way to do it is to go all out!

He patted the storage bag, and immediately, a black-gold little man, like a clay puppet, appeared in the palm of his hand, and threw it towards the beautiful woman in the air. At the same time, silver light flashed between his eyebrows, and silver light appeared all over his body, turning into a nine Nine-foot-tall giant!

The black-gold little man, long against the wind, turned into a black armor refining corpse after a short while, the corpse gas covered the sky, and the corpse was grabbed towards the void, and the blue light vortex above the beautiful woman's head shattered!

And Ning Fan turned into a giant for a moment, above the fist, the ice was thick, the devil roared, and a fist slammed, the old Confucian world was covered with ice, and his escape was even scattered by the ice boxing, forcibly. Abort!

That punch clearly hit the void, but the old Confucian only felt that the punch had wrapped thousands of feet in it!

His complexion changed greatly, he swung the Xuanying sword, and with a movement of sword energy, he slashed countless sword tricks with the momentum of lightning, turning into circles of sword energy, covering the whole body.

Every trace of sword qi is enough to kill Rong Ling easily, but when the sound of ice breaking came, the world shook violently, and all the light of sword qi made a shattering sound and shattered! Although the old man was not injured, his chest was still shaken by the Frost Shattered Fist, his qi and blood surged, and his eyes were shocked!

On the other hand, the black armor corpse refinement seemed to be completely unaware of the pain. Ren Meifu's fire ruler slammed down again and again, but it didn't hurt her physical body at all.

And this black armor refining corpse, the strength of the corpse is really amazing, every punch has a loud roar, after dozens of punches, there have been countless cracks on the beautiful woman's fire ruler, and it is about to explode!

Shock! Absolute shock!

Not only was the cultivator unbelievable, but the old Confucian and the beautiful woman also changed their faces.

No one would have imagined that this Zhou Ming was actually carrying a corpse refining, and that corpse refining, the physical defense was enough to ignore all the attacks of the masters of the early Nascent Soul, and the vigor was enough to defeat the Nascent Soul undefeated!

No one thought that the old Confucian and the beautiful woman would be the trump card when they came up, but they were blocked by Zhou Ming with ease and counterattacked. In an instant, it was a tie!

In the realm of silver bones, strange corpse refining... Zhou Ming has so many methods!

The black corpse and the beautiful woman are stuck in one place, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

And here, Lao Confucianism and Ning Fan, this is the third time they confront each other.

After losing again, the old Confucianism was even more afraid of Ning Fan, staring at the arrogant giant of nine feet and nine feet, as if facing a great enemy.

Without waiting for the giant to cast the Fist of Ice Crushing for the second time, the old Confucian suddenly slapped the storage bag, and immediately, from his storage bag, three top-quality flying swords flew out again, each of which was extremely similar to the Xuanying Sword! Every handle gave Ning Fan a sense of crisis!

"Four Swords Xuanying! Sword Town Sifang!"

The old Confucian made a fierce fight, and the four Xuanying swords turned into four sword lights.

This is the sword formation!

The sword formation was completed, and the simple sword energy was condensed in the four Xuanying swords, and a trace of Xiao Su's murderous intention escaped from the sword, dealing with the clear sky!

That sword energy was as ancient as the vast earth, and within a hundred miles after it appeared, the world began to tremble.

And faintly, there is a sound like sword chant, like chanting scriptures, turning around in the air.

"The land of four swords, slaughtered and destroyed..."

At the moment when the sword energy appeared, the beautiful woman who was in the middle of the battle in the distance suddenly had her beautiful eyes filled with shock, and the black corpse, although without intelligence, was also an instinctive corpse trembling.

And farther away, each cultivator, facing this ancient sword energy, felt a sense of insignificance, helplessness, and certain death!

Even Ning Fan, who had transformed into a giant, looked solemn, but immediately sneered.

The four-handed Xuanying swords imitated the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, and among the four swords, there was even a Execution Sword Qi that the old Confucian did not know where to find it...

In the land of the four swords, the slaughter and slaughter fell to the ground. With this four swords and one execution, the old man's cultivation at the peak of Nascent Soul's early stage was enough to fight against the middle-stage monks without defeat, but this sword qi, what benefit to Ning Fan!

At this moment, in the sea of ​​Ning Fan's consciousness, the silent sword consciousness seemed to resonate and pull.

His sword reading rolled up and closed, and the four Xuanying swords hanging high in the sky suddenly heard a burst of sorrow, and each of them split a half-inch crack on the sword body.

In the crack, four ancient sword qi were read by Ning Fan, and immediately inhaled into the sea of ​​​​knowledge, turning it into nourishment for casting sword consciousness.

The sea of ​​​​knowledge is stronger and stronger, and even the swordsmanship is faintly strengthened, and the four-handed Xuanying sword of the old Confucianism, after the screams, the power is greatly reduced, and the loss of the sword of immortality can no longer be urged. Move the sword array and give the giant a powerful blow!

not understand! not understand! The old Confucian couldn't understand why the sword formation would be taken away by the sword when it was about to inflict heavy damage on the giant!

And the shocking ink-colored sword thoughts made his complexion change greatly, and he suddenly realized that Ning Fan in front of him might have condensed sword knowledge and sword thoughts!

"This person even broke the sword array, and even took my sword energy... In this way, this old man can only compete with him by this technique! Sacrificing the compass to the thunder, cloth sacrifice to the thunder array!"

The old Confucian slapped the storage bag, took out dozens of silver arrays again, and divided his hands, one by one, suspended in front of him strangely. The silver pattern of the sky, like a series of Big Dippers, appeared one after another in the sky!

In total, seventy-seven and forty-nine thunder patterns!

This is, the ancient sacrificial thunder formation!

This Thunder Sacrifice Formation Plate is really the trump card of the old Confucianism. When the Thunder Sacrifice Formation is formed, and ten thousand thunders fall, it is a monk in the early days of Nascent Soul, and it is enough to kill with one blow. As for the giant in front of him, although he will not die, he will also Seriously injured!

As soon as this burst came out, the monks watched in the distance, and they all changed their colors, and immediately fled further away!

If the sacrifice thunder array is opened, the radius of 200 miles may be smashed into ruins by the thunder!

"Song Lao! This thing is used to deal with the demon tide, don't touch it lightly!" In the distance, the beautiful woman immediately changed her face when she saw the old Confucian urging the formation plate.

"It doesn't matter, this formation has been completed, there will never be the slightest mistake, and the formation plate cannot be damaged in the slightest. If you use it a little, you will shock this person. The 'respected elders' will not blame me... The only pity is that I am present. The Yuanjuegu cultivator, under the golden elixir, will all die in the thunder array, but it is only a matter of melting spirits and piercing the veins, how many are there in the rain world, what a shame!"

At this moment, the old Confucian had only Ning Fan in his eyes, and there was nothing else to do.

Everything, just because Ning Fan gave him a sense of oppression, too much!

At this moment, a cold light flashed in the giant's eyes.

Ancient Thunder Sacrifice Formation... It is said that in this formation, the lost supernatural power of ancient gods and demons-the thunder sacrifice technique is implied. The specifics are unknown.

In this array, 7 is the honor, 1 is the spirit, 7 is the pill, 49 is the baby, 343 is the Huaji, 2401 is the phantom, and 16807 is the immortal! Hopefully, the more difficult it is to set up...

Old Confucianism used 49 formations to attack the enemy, and his formations were extraordinary! However, his character is too indifferent.

As soon as this formation opens, the 200-mile boundary will be submerged by the sea of ​​thunder! Many of Yuanjuegu's disciples may not be able to escape the thunder light!

The birth and death of Yuanjue Valley has nothing to do with Ning Fan, but at any rate, he obtained immortal jade from this valley, and this valley will eventually form a cause and effect.

"You, it's over!"

The giant's eyes are full of coldness!

The thunder star between his eyebrows, even flashing indecision!

Its sound is like thunder, and above the clear sky, there is thunder!

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand!

In this thundering light, the thunder array that Lao Confucian had set up, although mysterious, was only in the light of thunder, but it was insignificant!

And when his gaze landed on the silver star between Ning Fan's eyebrows, his heart skipped a beat.

"Shen Xing! You are, the Primordial Divine Vein!"

"roll!"

The giant roared, his voice seemed to be fused with the thunder, and that voice suddenly raised a special meaning, like a thunder, in the hearts of the old Confucianism, the beautiful woman, and all the monks watching!

It's as if the ancient monk's great supernatural powers follow his words!

Under this roar, the sacrifice thunder formation was broken!

The 49 silver array plates shattered one after another!

As for the old Confucian, his mind was connected to the array plate, and the array plate was shattered. He was immediately seriously injured and vomited blood. Without more than ten years of hard work, he would never be able to return to the realm!

roll!

One word, under the prestige of heaven, when the old Confucian faced Ning Fan, he felt a sense of humbleness that was only present when facing the god-turning old monster, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

Ning Fan told him to get out of the way, and let the dignified old Confucian Yuan Ying cultivate to get out of the way.

But the old Confucian suddenly had an illusion that if he doesn't get out today, he will die here!

And when the old Confucian saw that Ning Fan took out a blood-colored jade slip from the palm of his hand, the feeling was infinitely magnified in his heart!

In the jade slip, there was a raging murderous intention, and that murderous intention was enough to easily tear the old Confucian to pieces!

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, be merciful! Old man, get out now, get out now! Fellow Daoist Liu, let's go, let's go!"

At this moment, the old Confucian no longer had the arrogance of asking for guilt before, and he only had the thought of leaving quickly.

This Zhou Ming, no matter what his identity is or what he did in Wei State, is no longer related to him. Even in his entire life, he never wanted to have any relationship with Zhou Ming again.

Without him, this Zhou Ming, in the eyes of old Confucianism, is simply... unfathomable!

And in his heart, he had a guess about Zhou Ming's identity. Although it was wrong and biased, this guess made him an envoy of the Rain Palace, but he couldn't bear the slightest resistance to the latter.

Under the unbelievable gaze of the cultivator, the two gods of the Rain Palace fled in a hurry...

And Zhou Ming of the Wei Kingdom, after this war, I am afraid that he is an ordinary Nascent Soul, and he would not dare to underestimate this person!

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The two escaped lights, and they ran away without life. It was not until a few days later, when they were tens of thousands of miles away from Yuanjue Valley, that the old Confucian seemed to be relieved and slowed down the escape.

"Song Lao, shall we just leave like this?" On the top of the mountain, the beautiful woman regained her mana and asked.

"If you don't leave like this, why don't you stay in Yuanjuegu and die?" Song Yi said angrily, but when he thought of Ning Fan's methods, he was still slightly frightened.

"Send to death? Although Elder Song was injured in that Zhou Ming and suffered a slight loss, he still won't die. I, such as the Nascent Soul cultivator, have endless means to save our lives, even if the body is destroyed, the Nascent Soul can escape. I may not have the ability to kill us, and we are respected as the god of the Rain Palace, even if he can kill, he will not dare to kill..." The beautiful woman disagreed, she asked herself that she was not Ning Fan's opponent, but the God of Rain Palace. Her status made her feel that she was superior to Ning Fan.

"He can't kill! His methods are strange and unpredictable. The old man's technique of becoming famous, the formation of four swords, was swept away by his sword, and then broke away. The old man trapped him with the sacrifice to thunder, but he actually used the means of controlling the thunder. , to break through this formation... And in the end, the jade slip he took out, if I read it right, contained the full blow of the Spirit Transformation cultivator... Not to mention the old man, even if it is a mid-Yuan Ying cultivator, if he is attacked, he will still die... !"

The old Confucian still had lingering fears in his heart, and then he said the biggest and wrong guess in his heart.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Zhou Ming may be the descendant of that lord... that lord has the same surname as Zhou..."

"Which one?" The beautiful woman was slightly weird.

"The ruthless man who was born in the Rain Palace and died in the Endless Sea, even the Emperor of God is afraid of... That person's divine vein of thunder, condensing the divine star of thunder, and wielding the thunder... A sacrificial thunder technique, invincible at the same level, With the strength of one person, he drew with the Three Emperors of the Sword Realm... According to legend, thousands of years ago... Rain Realm Shattered Void, the first person!"

"What! Song always said that this person is the descendant of 'Buzhou Leihuang'!"

"Shh... Don't talk nonsense about this matter, I can't say it... In short, this matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just a little angel of the Rain Palace, don't get involved in this kind of right and wrong..."

Song Yi had lingering fears, and began to fear Ning Fan's means, strength, and even 'identity'.

Although this identity was simply by chance, Ning Fan's pseudonym was 'Zhou Ming', that Zhou was just a name picked up in the ghost forest, and had nothing to do with the so-called 'Buzhou Leihuang'...

But Song Yi, for the rest of his life, would not dare to see Ning Fan again, for fear...it's terrible...

Compared with Bu Zhou Leihuang, the gods of the Rain Palace are nothing... what gods are, they are just the coolies of the Rain Palace!