Grasping Evil

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The golden ancient sword disappeared without a shadow, and at the hilt, Huang Tingzi's eyes were shocked. [;Starting]

Ning Fan can shock a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Jindan level with just his aura. This scene made him unbelievable.

The young man in white, who had no waves in the ancient well on weekdays, was such a terrifying expert once he was motivated to kill.

Yang Gu's eyes were fiery, and he admired Master Ning Fan's methods even more.

"Although Shizun's bone age is young, no matter whether it is alchemy or cultivation, he is at the top level in the rain world. To be able to worship this person as a teacher is indeed the most correct thing that Yang Gu has done in my life!"

Ning Fan stood on the tip of the golden ancient sword, facing the setting sun, his fingers could not stop choking, and he controlled the ancient sword to escape.

Occasionally take a medicinal pill of not weak quality to nourish the sea of ​​consciousness.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, with a touch of pale gold. Ning Fan closed his eyes and used his mind to wield the sword. As time passed, his mind gradually adapted to the load of the ancient golden sword.

The first day has passed, and the exhaustion of the spiritual sense has eased slightly.

The second day passed, and the exhaustion of the spiritual sense was relieved even more.

Day 3, Day 4...

On the fifth day, Ning Fan was completely accustomed to the speed of the ancient sword, his spiritual sense was no longer exhausted, and he was getting closer and closer to breaking through.

And at this moment, Ning Fan seems to be one with the ancient swordsman sword...

Dan Zun adjusted his breath at the hilt of the sword to heal his injuries, and occasionally looked up at Ning Fan's back, with a look of amazement and a look of self-confidence.

Dan Zun asked himself that he had seen a lot of emptiness and even rushing powerhouses, but even those who were rushing to emptiness could not do this step of Ning Fan and control the ancient sword so easily.

On this day, the ancient sword traveled to the Bliss Abyss in the Inner Sea.

Blissful Yuan is a famous and dangerous place in the Inland Sea, which is famous for its many monsters and beasts. Millions of miles in the sea are covered with magnetic fog.

Under the magnetic fog, I don't know how many baby beasts and wild beasts are lurking...

This magnetic fog is extremely strange. Once the cultivator enters the range of the magnetic fog, the magnetic force will be applied. It's hard to walk, and the speed of escape is greatly reduced.

"This Paradise of Bliss is very dangerous,

Do you need to take a detour..." Su Yan asked softly.

Naturally, she wasn't worried about Ning Fan's safety. It's just that there are still Huang Tingzi, Yang Gu and the injured Dan Zun on the ancient sword.

If you enter the magnetic fog, you will be besieged by wild beasts. Even if she, Ming Que, and Ning Fan were not injured, the other three would not be safe.

"rest assured."

Ning Fan gave Su Yan infinite confidence and dispelled all worries with just a few words.

Under the control of Ning Fan, the ancient golden sword rushed straight into the magnetic fog.

Under the interference of the magnetic fog, the speed of the sword was greatly reduced, only one-tenth of the original.

Rao is so. The speed of the ancient sword flying away is comparable to that of a phantom cultivator.

"Huh? This golden sword is really a good escape treasure. In the magnetic fog, it can escape so fast."

In front of the ancient golden sword, a hoarse old man's voice suddenly came out.

The old man's voice. With a peeping aura, everyone on the ancient sword immediately became alert.

"Hand over this golden sword, you can keep you from dying! If you dare to disobey the old man's wishes, the old man will order the millions of sea beasts in Bliss Yuan to surround and kill you!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

At the moment when the old man's voice came out, countless beast roars were heard in all directions. Disperse the magnetic fog a little.

Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, and through the dissipating magnetic fog, he saw a red-robed old man standing on the sky above the foggy sky with a gloomy expression. Looking at Jinjian and licking his tongue.

The old man has a peeping cultivation and is using some kind of secret technique. It seems that he can control all the sea beasts here.

Under the control of the old man, there are more than one million sea beasts in the sky and the sea, and the ancient sword is surrounded by many, and the water is blocked.

A beast roar turned into a sound wave, impacting on the ancient sword, weakening the speed of the ancient sword again, and it almost stopped in the sky. ,

The ancient sword is just an escape sword and cannot rush out of the herd.

The old man licked his tongue. Although he was only a peeping cultivator, his practice was closely related to monsters and beasts, and it was an extremely terrifying poison art.

At this moment, there are millions of monsters around, and as long as the old man activates the secret technique, he borrows monster blood to cast the spell. Then, with the poisonous art he exerts, even if he is rushing towards the Void Old Monster, he has to look out for the wind!

He naturally had the courage to grab Ning Fan's flying sword.

"Old man count to three, hand over the flying sword! Otherwise..."

The old man looked at the almost stagnant Feijian with a sneer on his lips, but he secretly released poison in his sleeves. The colorless and tasteless poison was mixed in the magnetic fog and rolled towards the ancient sword. With the appearance of murdering and stealing treasures, he did not put a sword master into his eyes at all.

"roll!"

Ning Fan stood on the tip of his sword, his indifferent voice resounded through the Abyss of Bliss, and the roars of millions of sea beasts were all suppressed by Ning Fan's voice.

The coercion of Fuli Ancestral Blood dissipated, and millions of sea beasts were boiling with demon blood, trembling unceasingly.

Millions of sea beasts fear and surrender because of Ning Fan's voice!

This scene greatly exceeded the expectations of the red-robed old man. He couldn't imagine that someone in the world could make millions of monsters surrender with just one sentence!

Losing the obstruction of the beast's roar, the magnetic fog was also diluted, and the ancient sword recovered its previous speed, and rushed straight to the red-robed old man at an incredible speed.

His eyes met Ning Fanfang, who was above the tip of the sword. Immediately, the old man broke out in cold sweat in his vest. He felt as if he was going to die in the hands of this man in the next instant!

Damn it! How can such a good killing and treasure hunt lead to an evil star!

"Fellow Daoist forgive me, this old man has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and I don't know that you have great powers, so he tried to snatch the magic weapon of fellow Daoist... This old man is the vice sect master of Scarlet Demon Sect. I hope fellow daoists will forgive me for the sake of my Scarlet Demon Sect. ..."

Before he could say a word of his life, Ning Fan raised his hand to sacrifice a golden hand stove.

The golden furnace grew long against the wind, emitting a pale golden spirit wheel fire ring, rolling up a monstrous golden sea of ​​fire, drowning the old man.

The old man was frightened to death, the power of this golden hand stove was too terrifying, even the old monster who rushed to the void was not easy to take over.

what!

With a scream of horror, the old man was directly burned to fly ash by the pale gold fire ring.

Only the Yuanshen escaped the catastrophe due to serious injuries, and was frightened to death by the power of the golden furnace, and wanted to flee in a hurry.

Ning Fan decided to hold the old man's escape light, took another shot, captured the old man's primordial spirit, and took back the hand stove.

With one hand, he activated the ancient sword and Jianguang. With one indifferent search for soul and memory, in the worship of thousands of sea beasts, the ancient sword galloped away from the abyss of bliss after several escaping.

"Scarlet Demon Sect. Poisonous Cloud Country located in the Eight Hundred Xiu Kingdom... I can't believe that the Scarlet Demon Sect also came to the Inner Sea, and has to travel to the muddy waters of the troll clan..."

Ning Fan searched the old man's memory. Swallow the old man's soul in one bite.

Above the ancient sword, Dan Zun was stunned.

That red-robed old man is an old monster who sees the void, so he was burnt to ashes by Ning Fan? !

Although he had heard rumors that Ning Fan was an old monster of 'Wen Xu', he had also heard that Ning Fan suppressed Lan Jiao and killed Wen Xu...

But hearsay and seeing with one's own eyes are two completely different concepts!

Seeing a high-ranking Lian Xu die in the hands of Ning Fan with his own eyes, it made Dan Zun's heart difficult to calm down for a long time.

It was Huang Tingzi. I had seen Ning Fan kill Lianxu as early as the last time in the Dan Dian, but he was not so surprised.

On the other hand, Yang Gu, Ning Fan's cheap apprentice, was excited because Ning Fan killed a Lian Xu. Where is it like a fifth-rank alchemy master.

"That's the Scarlet Demon Sect, you really dare to do it... Behind this Scarlet Demon Sect, there is the Prince Shattered Void of the Rain Palace." Su Yan smiled lightly, Ning Fan was always very courageous.

"Is it..."

Ning Fan disagreed and continued to fly with his sword. From the memory of the red-robed old man. Ning Fan learned that the Red Demon Sect was also plotting Feng Xueyan.

In this case, he will never show mercy, no matter what the background of the Scarlet Demon Sect is.

This time, anyone who wants to take action against Feng Xueyan will pay the price!

laugh!

Jianguang galloped all the way. Ning Fan had a hunch that his spiritual sense breakthrough must be within the next few days.

The eighth day, the ninth day... the eleventh day, the ancient sword passed the Xuewei sea area.

There are many islands in this sea area, and there are more than 100 small islands forming the archipelago.

At this moment, on the Xuewei Archipelago, there are tens of thousands of monks from Xiu Nation gathering, ready to rest here for a while, then rush to the troll clan to force the troll clan to hand over Feng Xueyan.

These tens of thousands of Xuanxiu did not belong to one force, but multiple forces.

Many Xuanxiu held their own banners with the names of their sects written on the banners.

Tianheng Sect, Drunk Moon Sect, Lansha Valley...

These sect powers all came from the Eight Hundred Xiu Nation.

The suzerains of these forces are all just Nascent Soul Transformation Gods, and they are all leaders of small sects and factions.

Ning Fan's eyes became more and more cold, and he immediately stopped the ancient sword and Jianguang.

He still underestimated the allure of Feng Xueyan.

A Feng Xueyan, a golem slate, actually attracted so many forces to rush to the trolls, which is not good for Feng Xueyan...

"I heard that within the troll clan, more than 100 forces have gathered, some from the Inner Sea, and some 800 from Xiu Nation. It is said that there are 11 forces in the power of Lianxu! So many forces are persecuting the giants. Demon clan, hand over Feng Xueyan and slate, how dare the troll clan not obey..."

"The old man received news that a huge arena has been built in the troll clan. It seems that those forces have different opinions and decided to decide the ownership of the slate by way of battle..."

"Hey, I'm waiting for a small sect and a small faction. The disciples are not strong, and the speed of escaping is too slow. I don't know if they will be able to get a share of the pie when they arrive at the troll clan."

"Hey, no matter what, I have waited for more than 100 forces to start together. How can the Danwan forces in the troll clan compete with me! I can't say, I can still bloodbathe the troll clan and make a name for it!"

Some sect masters were discussing and suddenly looked shocked. At this moment, all the Xuanxiu of the entire Xuewei Archipelago were frightened.

Because above the sky, at some point, a huge golden flying sword appeared, and on the tip of the flying sword stood a murderous young man in white.

That young man's cultivation is so high that no one can see through it!

There was murder in Ning Fan's eyes. He was not a murderer, but it was not good for Feng Xueyan that so many cultivators came from thousands of miles away. Naturally, he would not forgive them.

When he left Dan Island, Ning Fan never imagined that there were so many forces persecuting the troll clan.

There are eleven forces in the power of Lianxu... There are more than one hundred other large and small forces. The only ones he met along the way were the Barbarian Dao Sect, the Scarlet Demon Sect...

Even if the troll clan has eight ancestors in charge, they may not be able to keep Feng Xueyan...

The Inner Sea forces murdered Feng Xueyan, and the forces of the Eight Hundred Xiuguo came from thousands of miles away, and they also wanted to attack her.

And the eight ancestors of the troll clan, the ancestors of Feng Xueyan in vain, are also attacking her idea...

"She's just a little dumb, and she's never hurt anyone. These people are all playing her mind..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as cold as ice for ten thousand years.

He glanced over the Xuewei Islands. Suddenly, he jumped off the golden ancient sword and stood on the sky.

Overlooking the more than 100 archipelagos at the foot. There are tens of thousands of righteous path and profound cultivators, but there is only murderous intent in Ning Fan's eyes that cannot be erased.

He won't give these people a chance to hurt her!

"Wait, since you're going to go into this muddy water... just die!"

boom!

Ning Fan lifted his foot to the sky and stomped the sky, shattering countless voids with the force of a single step, and the force shook to the surface of the sea, immediately sinking an island.

This kick sank an island, and I don't know how many Xuanxiu died at his hands.

"Predecessor, senior, spare your life! Why did senior wait for me to take action! Senior don't want to kill us. The troll clan has soup to drink, so senior should rush to the troll clan earlier to join King Lanling, Youguihou and others to divide the giants. A piece of the devil's soup..." Some Xuanxiu hurriedly begged for mercy. The words he said made Ning Fan's killing intent even more angered.

Ning Fan's murderous intention was even greater, and he stepped towards the island under his feet step by step.

With each step, an island was sunk. In the vast momentum, all Xuan Xiu was terrified. The Dan Zun above the ancient sword just sighed and looked at Ning Fan.

boom! boom! boom!

Ning Fan walked like a phantom, and in an instant he stepped out hundreds of feet.

And those more than 100 islands were all sunk, and tens of thousands of Xuanxiu were killed and injured!

There are also some Nascent Souls who survived by luck. And Ning Fan didn't bother to look at them, just said coldly.

"Get out of the endless sea!"

"Yes, yes!" Xuanxiu, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was already trembling with fear, and only wanted to escape.

What kind of evil star they encountered, who could sink an island with a light lift of feet, what level of master was this? ! Refine the Void Powerhouse!

Ning Fan didn't even look at those people, he didn't have time to silence them one by one.

Straightening the tip of the ancient sword, Ning Fan mobilized the ancient sword and sprinkled tens of millions of immortal jade in one breath, urging the ancient sword to gallop in the direction of the troll race.

"Although the righteous sects gathered on the Xuewei Islands are not very powerful, many sects have backgrounds in the rain world... Your move will offend many people..." Dan Zun sighed.

"so what!"

Ning Fan pushed the speed of his sword to the extreme, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were as terrifying as a demonic abyss.

If you cultivate the Dao to the end, and even the people around you can't protect it... Then this Dao, what's the point of cultivating!

laugh!

The golden sword light galloped, and it was only half a day away from the troll race.

A huge silver boat sensed the island collapse in the direction of the Xuewei Islands and came to investigate. On the bow of the silver boat, there is an old monster of the questioning level.

The silver boat stopped in front of the ancient sword and saw that the ancient sword was coming threateningly, and the swordsman Ning Fan was full of murderous aura, knowing that the fluctuation just now must have something to do with Ning Fan.

"This fellow Daoist, please put away the flying sword, old man Wu Muhou, there is something I want to ask fellow Daoist, I don't know what happened to the Xuewei Islands, can you tell me one or two..." The old man's tone was neither salty nor light, but quite There is a bit of leaning on the old and selling the old.

He is the suzerain of Wuzong, and the Marquis of Wumu, who was appointed by the Rain Palace. He has friendship with many people who are strong in the Rain Palace and have a strong relationship with them.

Although the old man could see that Ning Fan's aura had reached the question mark, he did not take Ning Fan into his eyes too much.

In his opinion, asking Ning Fan in his capacity, Ning Fan would not dare to refuse.

"No time! But this deity advises you, you can't swim in the muddy water of the troll clan. If you are not afraid of death, come to the troll clan!"

Ning Fan only had one look, but it made Marquis Wu Mu's eyes hurt, and all the hairs on his body stood up. He felt a great sense of crisis from Ning Fan, as if Ning Fan could easily kill him. He hurriedly avoided his eyes, how dare he look at Ning Fan's eyes again!

Ning Fan only said one sentence, but he revealed a monstrous aura. I don't know how many times he killed Kuanxu, Wenxu, and even Chongxu... Wu Mu Hou's pupils immediately spread, and his whole body couldn't help shuddering. Ning Fan's evil spirit was too terrifying!

Although Marquis Wu Mu is arrogant and conceited, and loves to betray the old, he is not a fool and knows what to say to whom.

In just a moment, Marquis Wu Mu was very sure that the young man in white in front of him was definitely not something he could afford!

He had seen quite a few old monsters of Chongxu and Taixu, but if he only talked about the strength of the suffocating qi, even the old monsters of Taixu were unmatched by Ning Fan!

In the rain world, the only people who can surpass Ning Fan above the evil spirits are probably the two legendary people.

Yuntian Jue, not Zhou Leihuang...

From Ning Fan's words, Marquis Wu Mu even speculated. Ning Fan hurried to the troll clan, standing on the side of the troll clan.

All those who want to be detrimental to the trolls will be regarded as enemies by Ning Fan!

The ancient golden sword disappeared at a speed close to Shattering Void. This scene fell in the eyes of Wu Muhou, and it was even more shocking and difficult to understand.

"This person. Don't mess with it! In the troll clan, I am afraid that this person will set off a sea of ​​blood. In this muddy water, this old man must not go!"

He was also planning to go to the troll clan to find a chance, but after seeing Ning Fan's terrifying aura, he immediately changed his original intention and made Yinzhou divert his path. Head towards the direction of leaving the endless sea.

"Master, aren't we going to the troll clan? Didn't Master want to compete for the golem slate before?" A boy asked puzzled.

"Silly child... Some people are not something we can afford to offend. This person is a peerless devil, as long as he has enough time to grow up. In the future, he will be another 'Sword God in White' and 'Lei Huang Bu Zhou'... . This kind of person can't be offended in his entire life, otherwise he will regret it one day!"

Marquis Wu Mu sighed deeply, still having some fear in his heart, he personally controlled the silver boat and hurried away.

...

now. Within the troll clan, the country of Beiliang has been surrounded by countless forces.

Outside the capital county of Beiliang, a giant jade platform was erected, and the jade platform was surrounded by masters watching from all directions.

Above the jade platform, a huge bird cage is suspended. Made of floating stone.

In the bird cage, a girl was imprisoned, and it was Feng Xueyan...

And in the center of the jade platform below the bird cage, there are two monks in the early stage of God Transformation, fighting in one place.

From time to time, the two of them looked at the bird cage too much, and their eyes were coveted.

"Only the winning sect can get the golem slate of the troll clan, and... Feng Xueyan!"

An old man with eyes cold as a snake, presided over the fighting in the ring.

To decide the ownership of Feng Xueyan and the slate through the arena competition, this is the method that more than 100 forces decide together!

No one can stop it, even the trolls can't stop it!

In the second-class seat under the ring, the troll patriarch Ju Qing clenched his fists fiercely, with anger in his eyes.

His daughter was actually used as a prize for the fight... It's too deceiving!

"Old man Juqing, don't be impulsive! You are only half-stepped, and you are not an opponent of these more than 100 forces. When Zhou Ming comes back, you will be able to solve the catastrophe of Xueyan!" Dong Xu held Juqing's arm, mouth Although persuaded, the eyes are also very angry.

"Zhou Ming... Will he come... One-third of the first-class forces in the rain world are all here, does Zhou Ming dare to tear his face with all these forces... Not even the eight ancestors? dare..."

Realizing that the slip of the tongue had almost revealed the secret of the existence of the Eighth Ancestor, Ju Qing kept his words again and again, but there was disappointment in his eyes.

Why...why are the eight ancestors unwilling to help a bunch of Xueyan.

As long as the ancestors come forward, the eight Lianxu sit in the troll race, who dares to attack the troll race's idea...

boom!

Above the arena, suddenly there was a violent explosion.

In the sound of the explosion, one of the Fighting Fa Huashen was killed by life and life, and only the Yuanshen fled to the jade platform in a hurry.

Another god, who was the initiator of the explosion, held a fiery red flying sword. Seeing that the game was won, the man immediately looked up at the birdcage and laughed wantonly.

"Feng Xueyan! It seems that you are going to belong to our Hundred Swords Sect. The endless sea trolls can't protect the daughter of the patriarch, but that's all!"

"..." Feng Xueyan lowered her eyelids, couldn't see her expression clearly, and remained silent.

"Hateful!" In the last seat, Xu Qiuling's eyes were worried and cold. She didn't want Feng Xueyan to get hurt the most, but she couldn't save Feng Xueyan, and Yue Lingkong was breaking through the critical juncture of Wen Xu and couldn't get out.

Once you get out of the customs, you will go crazy and be seriously injured...

"Sister Ling, don't worry, the master will definitely come..." Fen Chi sighed and comforted.

"Yes, he will definitely come... But I would rather he not come, there are too many enemies here..." Xu Qiuling said bitterly.

"Humph! My inner sea forces, can you insult me? Get out!"

A tyrannical sword qi of half-step refining emptiness suddenly swept across the jade platform, shaking the madly laughing **** transformation to the jade platform, coughing up blood.

The injured god turned up his eyes with hatred, and saw a sword-robed old man standing in the center of the jade platform, with short hair like a halberd, awe-inspiring.

"Jianzun of Jiandao... Are you trying to stand up for the trolls!" Injured God Transformation gritted his teeth.

"How is it!" Jian Zun suddenly exuded a powerful sword intent, sweeping the audience.

The momentum of that sword intent can shock half-step refining, just because there is a very faint trace of special sword intent in this sword intent. It is that trace of sword intent that makes Jian Zun extremely powerful.

"Falling into the Sword Intent!" Many old monsters suddenly stood up and looked at Jian Zun with shocking eyes.

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