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Chapter 19 The Wolf Riding Down the Barren Mountain

As soon as the words fell, Ning Luo's body suddenly erupted with a burst of unparalleled blood, and then a phantom of a ferocious beast condensed behind him!

Heihu stared blankly at Ning Luo's back, and the killing intent in his eyes subconsciously subsided a bit.

Because the phantom of the ferocious beast behind Ning Luo looks exactly like him, even the expression is the same.

However, it's not over yet.

As soon as Ning Luo summoned the phantom of the black tiger, all the hunters in the deserted village behind him also got angry and shouted loudly!
Qi and blood are surging!
Phantoms condensed out one after another, covering the entire mountain.

Hei Hu didn't know when he opened his mouth, and took two steps back with a face full of shock.

Because it looked around, and the entire mountain was covered with black tigers similar to him.

No, is piracy so unscrupulous these days?
Heihu was dumbfounded.

It has retreated and broken the realm, and has lived in seclusion for many years. Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to describe its divine power.

Besides, where did these hunters come from?How come it never encountered it when hunting in the barren mountains before?
As far as Heihu is concerned, everything in front of him really has a psychedelic feeling of "a day in the cave, a thousand years in the world". This shock and doubt even suppressed its killing intent.

But it is a beast.

When the black tiger regained consciousness, its killing intent was overwhelming, and it was about to charge up again immediately!

But it suddenly noticed an abnormality: It seemed that a lot of its blood had disappeared?
The black tiger was stunned, but Ning Luo and the hunters would not just sit and dry.

The wolf riders swarmed up, and the weakened black tiger was powerless to resist.

The majestic and cruel hunter who frightened the barren mountain has become someone else's plaything for no apparent reason.

And for Ning Luo, the black tiger's execution was just the beginning.

The diners opened their mouths wide, but could not speak.

The evening wind cooled the skewers, but no one had the leisure to eat them.

They wanted to take advantage of this street fight to have a meal, but who knew that every time Ning Luo appeared on camera, they would take away their qualification to shut up and chew.

10th year.

The barren hills have been cleared away, and the world has become a world dominated by wolves.

Even Zhu Yan and Zhu Wu, who are half-step eight, can't stop the wolf cavalry at all.

Ning Luo stood in a pool of dark red blood, beside the dead dragon's body.

Endless Qi and blood turned into horses and coiled around his body, and finally flowed into his limbs and bones.

Flood dragon blood is very poisonous, but this kind of toxicity seems to be useless to Ning Luo who has the body of Xuansha.

After all the energy and blood were absorbed, Ning Luo finally opened his eyes, and tentatively threw a punch towards the distance!
boom!
A mountain collapsed in response, and countless gravels fell down!

"Shaking the mountains and vibrating the mountains, it's not as good as the eighth realm, it's better than the eighth realm."

Ning Luo murmured, and moved his gaze to the southern border at the far end of the barren mountain: "It's time to leave."

On the other side, Zhang Yang also appeared on camera after a long absence.

His expression was a little vain, it seemed that he had worked hard recently.

But even though he was so tired, he was still practicing his swordsmanship hard, which seemed to be a bit of a disability.

When the immortal is approaching, he has to hug Buddha's feet temporarily, doesn't he?

11th year.

Wangshan Town ushered in the second invitation ceremony.

Please Xiandianyi is held every 7 years, respectively in the 4th, 11th, and 18th years of crossing.

But in the 18th year, Xu Songyuan, the head of Shushan, was running out of time. Shushan had no intention of selecting disciples, and no longer had the ability to protect his disciples.

Therefore, as far as Zhang Yang is concerned, he only has this chance to climb Mount Shu.

Zhang Yang came to the scene where Xian Dianyi was invited, feeling a little flustered.

The main reason is that he has been debauched for so many years, and he doesn't have much confidence in his own level.

As usual, Zhang Yang was always inferior in the 4th year and easily crushed in the 11th year, but that was the result of his eleven years of hard training.

Zhang Yang himself didn't know if he was strong enough to climb Mount Shu.

But when Zhang Yang remembered that his opponent was a caregiver who didn't even have an entry for destiny, he felt relieved again.

"If you can't make it up, you can't make it up. Anyway, I just need to beat him? Is it possible that I can still be weaker than him?"

Zhang Yang's breath calmed down, and he appeared on the stage holding a sword.

However, self-paralysis did not bring him a better performance. He was so embarrassed in the ring that he almost overturned.

In the end, the son of the rich family in Wangshan Town slipped and was defeated by his sword accidentally.

Zhang Yang panted heavily in the arena: "Huh, huh, luck is really good, hard work is no match for luck."

Thinking back that I used to work so hard before, what is the difference between the result and now?Didn't they all enter Shushan in 11 years?
Zhang Yang laughed at himself, then strode towards the immortal master with his head held high.

At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was not how to practice hard after going to Mount Shu, but wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to have a good time on Mount Shu.

However, before Zhang Yang could reach the immortal master, his heartbeat stopped suddenly!
"Oh! What, what's going on?!"

Zhang Yang staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes widened, he looked at the crowd around him suspiciously, his pupils gradually lost focus, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

If he hadn't been drunk before the street fight and still had the energy to seriously search for the performance in the Ningluo Competition, he might understand the reason for the time stop.

Of course, he wouldn't have accepted the duel that way.

……

On the other side, southern border.

Thousand rides down the barren hills!
The Devil's Cult never thought that such an accident would happen.

This year was the time when their new Holy Master came to the throne, and when the group of demons gathered, it was a coincidence that Ning Luo came.

More than a thousand physical cultivators whose strength is no less than the fourth realm, plus a group of evolved ferocious wolves, and Ning Luo who can defeat the eighth realm monk...

Such a wolf cavalry army is simply not something that the current Demon Cult can resist.

Ning Luo went to the temple of the Devil's Cult, and the Holy Master in front of him was actually at the late stage of the Seventh Realm.

This is a bit of a surprise.

Because the Holy Lord had already reached the late stage of the Eighth Realm in his 19th year, which meant that he broke through a big realm in eight years, which is something that others may not be able to do even after six years of retreat.

But Ning Luo didn't care about these, no matter how talented the Holy Master was, he would not be surprised at all.

On the contrary, he would only feel pity.

He wanted to use this to make up for the regret of the battle that could not be continued during the previous time travel, and to check the flaws in the cultivation method by the way.

But it is a pity that this time the Holy Master only has seven realms.

The seven realms are vulnerable!
Ning Luo's inner strength was concentrated, his blood was surging, and he punched towards the holy seat!
The fierce wind of the fist engulfed the turbulent energy and blood, and it crushed down like a raging sea!

Zhu Yan, 梼杌, Hei Hu... The phantoms of countless ferocious beasts floated up and down in the sea of ​​blood, like a wave of beasts that overwhelmed the world, smashing towards the lonely Holy Master!

The ending is beyond doubt.

Punch out, time stop.

Ning Luo clutched his chest, thinking that the feeling of returning is really too painful, can't the matrix be optimized for it?
When the receiving light beam fell, his consciousness spun, and then he opened his eyes and returned to the barbecue stand.

Zhang Yang on the side shook his head, just about to ask why Ning Luo disappeared.

But when he saw the horrified gazes of the diners around him, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

"No, it shouldn't be..."

"Maybe, maybe it's just that he died too strangely?"

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!"

"I won, I won, I must have won!!!"

Zhang Yang looked flustered, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He raised his head nervously, but what he saw was the most unacceptable result.

Billing panel:

[Zhang Yang: 0 contribution points]

(Details: None)
[Ning Luo: 99999 contribution points]

(Details: Destroy the Demon Cult)

[Winner: Ning Luo]

(End of this chapter)