Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

It wasn't until the figures of the four members of the Psychedelic Sect disappeared without a trace and the aura of the barren mountain range stabilized again that Jin Wuyang in the "Shenzhou Fortress" came back to his senses. 【 】He stammered: "Zong... Sect Master! You... you repelled them all by yourself?!"

How could this situation surprise him?

In the competition between monks, it is difficult to kill each other in the same realm, let alone win a complete victory in a one-to-four situation.Jin Wuyang saw clearly that Ye Ning was absolutely capable of keeping all four of the Psychedelic Sect behind!

"Let's go." Ye Ning said with a smile: "Not far ahead is the Magic Mirage Mountain. After returning to the sect, I will retreat for a while. Time waits for no one."

"Yes." Jin Wuyang surrendered to Ye Ning willingly.

At this moment, an extremely cold voice came from afar: "Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Ye Ning was startled, this voice carried infinite power, just by the voice it could take away the spiritual consciousness of an ordinary venerable, and even become a dementia!The person who made the sound is definitely a Zong Zhe, and he is an old monster who has been promoted to Zong Zhe for many years!At this moment, he had the feeling of being stared at by a mysterious monster, and the pores of his body shrank tightly, not daring to reveal half of his aura.

"Hand over the golden sun flower, and this sect will spare your dog's life!"

Zong Zhe shot!

"go!"

Ye Ning yelled, and urged the "Barrier Shenzhou" with all his strength, and with the help of the power of the holy vessel, it generated a "momentum", like lightning, and flew towards the direction of the Magic Mirage Mountain.The spiritual power of an ordinary sect is three times that of Ye Ning, let alone an old antique who has been promoted for many years?Facing the visitor, Ye Ning had no choice but to escape.

He dared to conclude that the person who pursued must be Yan Potian, the grand elder of Binglang Sect!

There was a rumbling sound in the sky behind, as if the entire land of You Country trembled, as if it had encountered a huge attack.Ye Ning suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw a big hand coming down from the high sky.Yan Potian!Absolutely Zong Zhe Yan Potian!With the aura of the sect, Yan Potian, the grand elder of the Binglang Sect, came to snatch his golden sunflower, and even directly obliterated himself!

Ye Ning underestimated Zong Zhe's face!

This kind of old antique who has lived for more than a thousand years definitely knows what it means to "raise tigers for trouble"!

"Sect Master! What should we do, it turned out that the sect is chasing and killing us himself!"

Seeing the big hand coming down, Jin Wuyang panicked, showing a panic expression all over his face.Zong Zhe, Zong Zhe!This is the first time he has seen a sect make a move, and it can definitely destroy a middle school with one palm.

Not far away, in the Illusory Mirage Mountain, almost all the monks felt the anger of the Zongzun, and there was constant panic in their hearts.After a while, countless brilliance rose from the Magic Mirage Mountain. It was the "Thousand-Moon Chain Formation" arranged by Ye Ning before he left. After strengthening again, half of the flags in this formation are holy weapons, which can definitely resist Zong Attackers attack in different stages for seven days and seven nights!

Ye Ning had already explained that before there were no sects in the Magic Mirage Mountain, if a strong enemy attacked, immediately activate the formation to protect the mountain and wait for rescue!

In the Huanyan Mountain, Ye Mengyuan, who was practicing in seclusion, was awakened. Looking at the huge palm under the sky, he said in surprise: "Zong Zhe! It's Yan Potian from Binglang Palace! Why is he here, with whom? Do it?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge, resplendent and resplendent bell soaring into the sky, and slammed it hard at the giant palm under the sky! "Bang, bang, bang!" The golden bell was blown away continuously, but it met the big hand without fear of death.Finally, after ten blows, the brilliance of the giant palm faded and turned into a ball of spiritual energy.