Immemorial Pill Venerable

1877 Zhang Ningwu’s Old Ancestor, death

Countless golden silk threads wrapped around Ning Zu’s arm, and a beam of light came from a hole in the sky and fell on his body , The dazzling avenue’s true meaning and brilliance set him off like a heavenly man. He chanted obscure formulas. The bloodline Chinese imperial law roared, and thousands of golden silk threads swam towards the front, twisting into a net of killing and cutting, killing the net. Moved towards the first full horizontal advancement, the sharp net line cuts everything.

At this time, the head was bowed down, the mixture of sweat and blood on his face blurred his vision, and it slowly flowed along the messy hair. There was pain in his body. Many meridians were affected by Ning Zu The rule of Dao Yi broke through, leading to chaos in sword intent, including several important martial veins.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with him. His consciousness firmly holds the sword intent, so that the sword intent will not dissipate, and the emperor soul seems to be out of the fleshy body, and gradually does not feel the pain of the fleshy body. At this moment , His soul, will, and even the sword technique he has learned throughout his life seem to be separated from the body and beyond the boundaries of mortals.

"Royal Sword Tribulation."

The blood-stained mouth opened and closed slowly, and there was no sound, but this sentence spread from the intact position in the space. Inside, in an instant, the infinite platinum emperor burst out from his body and gathered into a group of swordsmen. Although he was still bowing his head, his body was ragged and blood-stained, resembling a cripple, but the group of swordsmanship cut him off. Enveloping, not erupting from the meridian at all, completely driven by will, surpassing the earthly Martial Dao.

Eastern Continent Jueying Sword Palace, Jueying Great Emperor Sword Tribulation, this sword comes out, there must be dead souls under the will of the Tao.

Today, Absolute Art, the sword emperor of the absolute shadow, bloomed on Wuqian, the head of the southern sword palace.

First Layer Sword Tribulation, Royal Sword Tribulation.

shua~ shua~ shua~!

Rows of golden sword qi emerged, directly condensed into substance, and turned into a real Emperor Treasure, exuding endless sword power, surrounding the bowed head intact body, forming A circle of defensive swords.

The net of killing and cutting came horizontally, and suddenly, the swords resonated, erupting ten thousand zhang sword light barrier, just listen to the "hong long" in the void, a terrifying crow, killing the net from the sword array The middle pierced through, and suddenly the swords shattered, killing the net and cutting everything, paused in front of the head, and then shattered at the same time.

Boom!

A terrifying force erupted between the turbulent Taoism and the disintegration. Although the wounded Shou Wuwu blocked the killing net, it was blown out again, and another rain of blood spattered and countless clothes rags. Drifting down from his ragged body.

"Blocked?"

Ning Ancestral God looked slightly startled, suddenly stepped up, and climbed several hundred zhang, his old palm protruded into the air, endless sharp air currents gathered Under the palm, moved towards Shou Wuqian pressed a palm, the terrifying palm print covers this space, and there is no dead corner to escape.

Far away, from the rear of the Proud God Li Clan team, there are two figures standing here, staring at the indispensable battle at the same time.

Lin Feng's eyes burst out a terrifying fighting intent, he stepped out, trying to rush towards Ning Zu.

"No." Li Wanji stretched out his palm and grabbed Lin Feng's shoulders, moved towards him and shook his head. Although he doesn't know what Qin Hao's calculations are made, the first thing is clear and Ning Zu has a relationship. The gap made Yang God better than him, but he still sent Wuxia to face off. I guess there must be a reason. Qin Hao impossible to save Feng City and let Wuxia go to death is too costly.

Li Wanji and Lin Feng are very stalemate, they forcefully restrain the urge to shoot and choose to stay still.

"Sword Tribulation."

Suffering from the trauma of Ning Zu again, a layer of dense cracks appeared on the intact body, and the skin of the emperor's body was cracked, revealing a bright red The flesh and blood seem to disperse in the next second, but the will flashing in his eyes is stronger, and the sword intent that he emits is more refined. Now, except for the sword, it seems that everything has nothing to do with him. The battlefield, confrontation, life and death are all Abandon it.

ka-cha 嚓!

A layer of robbery light gives birth to the top of the sky, tearing the sky apart, and the boundless huge palm contains the great power and covering it down. The raging regular light can shatter everything. Coming closer.

At the same time, the first sword will be the second sword, the sword of punishment.

Strong will supports the immortal sword heart, strands of Emperor's Power flow, overflowing along the cracked body, gathering around the intactness, and gathering into a handle of pure gold Divine Sword, These swords carry the terrifying myriad forms sword intent, supported by willpower and a sword heart, surpassing the power of the body, and the pure and flawless sword glow is particularly dazzling.

Immediately, Shou Wuqian raised his head as if unconsciously, his eyes flashed with divine light, and the golden Divine Sword all over his body rose upside down, turning into a splendid stream of light, constantly hitting the boundless giant The palm, one after another Divine Sword burst, and was shaken by the rules of the giant palm. However, as the distance between the two sides gets closer, the pervasive Taoism of the giant palm continues to weaken, until a Divine Sword penetrates through and smashes. With a sound, the intact horrible giant palm just shattered and dissipated above his head, both dangerous and dangerous.

"Blocked again?" Ning Ancestral God looked down in amazement, his complex eyes seemed to tell people "unbelievable."

His cultivation has been nearly two thousand years, although he hasn't Stepping into the impeccable emperor's way, but also transcending the real self of the emperor, even though he cannot communicate with Heavenly Dao and use the power of Heavenly Dao to exert his true impeccable power, however, his attack also brings a little impeccable taste, why Will be broken by the first intact?

He is very aware of the indispensable realm. It shouldn’t take long for me to become the real me. At best, it is regarded as Great Accomplishment. There is still a distance from the real me Perfection. With his Perfection's cultivation base foundation, it is not too difficult to kill a complete head.

As a result, he went against reality, and he couldn't kill a person with a shallower cultivation base than his own.

"What's the first trick?"

Shou Wuqian raised his head blankly, with a calm look that did not seem to be fighting against others, but this sentence came out, Ning Zu felt hot on his face, some ashamed and unable to show one's face.

If you count the previous move towards Qin Hao, but you were blocked by the first, then this is the fifth trick.

The dignified generation of Old Ancestor, a moment ago, was boasting and wanted three ways to send 嗫嚅小儿 to the West. Now after the five moves, Shou Wuqian is still in conversation with him.

What a shame this is.

"You go die for me."

Ning Zu was so angry that he turned into hatred, and his face showed a fierce anger that did not match the realm. When he reached this stage, the world could affect his state of mind. There are not many people and things left. The perfect survival seems to be the only stain in Ning Zu’s life. With his palms open, the mysterious secret art changes rapidly, and the golden silk threads all over his body are madly chaotic, and the true meaning is more and more dazzling and vast. The sky above the battlefield was illuminated by Ning Zu's rays of light.

In the next instant, countless golden shear blades whirled around Ning Zu's body.

Life Source emperor soul, Ningwu supreme orthodox bloodline.

These countless golden scissors are marked with complicated lines on the scale, and each striped road seems to contain a powerful and unparalleled Taoism, symbolizing the cultivation of a generation of Ningwu Old Ancestor for nearly two thousand years.

At this time, Ning Zu’s facial features are fierce, like Vajra with angry eyes, roaring in his mouth, his old palms are pushed together, and the endless golden swords are shot down like a shower of rain on the void, and one after another is heard. The Heavenly Dragon roared, every golden shadow turned into a dragon of Taoism. Thousands of Golden Dragons wanted to bury the heavens and devour the first life.

"Dangerous." Li Yuan, who was watching the battle, saw a panic on his face, and the Old Guy of the Ning nationality was mad.

"We can force Ning Zhitian to be like this. If Mu Yunzong, a nephew, does not die, Bi will leave a myth that has been sung in the Southern Region." Luo Di highly commented, and his eyes moved towards Feng City. Looking at the battlefield, he saw Qin Hao and Ning Tianxing still fighting, Luo Di's complexion wrinkled slightly.

I've hit this point for the first thing. Facing Ning Zhitian's full blow, I am afraid that Li Family Old Ancestor and Li Xiusheng may not be able to stop it. Now, is Pill Emperor still not helping to save people? ?

hōng lóng lóng lóng!

There was a golden torrential rain in the sky, and Golden Dragon heads crashed frantically, moved towards a tattered silhouette gathering. The momentum was too spectacular and amazing. At this moment, the battlefield seemed to be frozen, and countless people looked up. Show the color of fear.

Jiang Shengdi stopped talking, and the fox ancestor seemed to have forgotten the struggle.

Ye Ninghong stayed on the spot, the eyes of Ning Wu Ming Emperor covered in blood were shocked, Old Ancestor is crazy? He wants to kill everyone in Feng City, as well as countless descendants of Ning Family here?

At this moment, Mu Yunzong couldn't help but yelled a voice, leaving Qin Hao's deployment completely behind his head, and his body rushed away from the position where he was incapable of moving wildly.

Snow Fox King, Xiong Di, Great Peng King.

Yang God.

Even Qin Hao and Ning Tianxing were all startled by this Golden Dragon extinction scene above the sky, and they stopped and looked over.

"Third Sword, Abandon Sword Tribulation."

A word was slowly uttered from the first no gap, and the emperor light that had originally wrapped him disappeared in an instant on top of his ragged body. As if standing there was an ordinary person, a person without battle strength.

At the time when he was buried in the relics of the gods, the Great Emperor bestowed three heavy swords to make the head fully aware. He had survived two swords, but the third sword did not try. Because this sword came out, he might will die.

So, Jueying branded this sword in his mind and let him figure it out for himself.

Jue Ying has long been a sword emperor who has surpassed the limits of his true self. Perhaps the cultivation is still not as long as Ning Zhitian, but in this respect, I really dare not say who is stronger.

Jue Ying and Ning Zhitian have no chance to fight each other in this life. Now, Shou Wu Dai Jue Ying has played the third sword to abandon the sword dao and compete with the Southern Number One Person.

Countless Golden Dragons roared and flew by from the intact position, a shearing blade containing the rules of horror constantly pierced through his body, the indispensable fleshy body seemed to have lost all its life, moved towards Feng City The battlefield fell.

However, the sword intent above the sky did not dissipate. There was a light that shuttled through the center of the Golden Dragon in the sky, continuously penetrating the body of the Golden Dragon, moving towards Ning Zhitian getting closer and closer.

"Why not die yet, die for me."

The sword intent is immortal, abandoning the fleshy body, and also abandoning life and death, this pure sword intent makes Ning Zhitian Understand, it is the head Wuxia himself, and now, moving towards him is getting closer and closer, wanting to kill him here.

Ning Zhitian is like a frantic frantic manner with both palms shooting continuously, blasting out one after another terrifying palm, the Golden Dragon gallops above the sky, and the applause roars together, trying to stop this sword intent from approaching .

However, this sword intent became more and more prosperous, and a Great Dao Golden Lotus was suddenly born from the shadow of Heavenly Dragon, wrapping this immortal sword intent, and everyone seemed to see a ten thousand zhang Divine Sword passed by against the sky, and countless dragon shadows collapsed under the Destruction Sword, one after another terrifying palm was also blasted through, until the sword glow flew out of the deformed Ning Zhitian's chest.

At this moment, Time Freeze.

"I...I..."

Ning Zhitian spit out vague words in his throat, looking down at the ragged chest with blood, endless myriad forms, sword intent The brilliance flooded his flesh and blood, shattering his internal organs and limbs. With infinite remorse and regret, Ning Wu's Old Ancestor's aged body fell from the sky, collapsed into billions of floating lights in the middle, and disappeared. Ning Tianxing's sight.

Ning knows the sky, falls, die without a whole corpse.