Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

Jing Wushang's face turned pale instantly, he knew that this time was in danger!Even if they can escape from the white-bearded old man's hands, I'm afraid that the power of this battle will accelerate the defeat of the "Mother of All Things Formation", and by then, the great witch king of the Nightmare Clan will definitely be born!

The "One Hundred Thousand Points of Lightsaber Formation" has consumed most of the remaining power of the "Mother of All Things Formation", and their attack will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. 【 】

However, he has no choice, if he wants to survive, he can only fight to the end!

At this moment, Ye Ning inside the vajra hood moved!I saw his fingers flying like the wind, and countless spiritual energy poured in from all directions, quickly gathered at his fingertips, flashing dazzling light.

Heaven and Earth Disillusionment——

Like a surging wind, his fingertips immediately exploded countless green lotuses, and those green lotuses were clearly clusters of strange fires, burning scorchingly.The green lotus rises with the wind and stands burning, but it seems real and illusory, making people afraid to look at it more.In a short while, the Heavenly Flame Qinglian had already surrounded the entire "Battle of the Gods", and seemed to be able to refine it at any time, and the momentum was astounding!

Shui Linglong let out a long breath of relief, and thought to herself, I am not wronged by the saint for delaying the time desperately, the power of this technique is comparable to the full blow of a monk in the middle stage of a saint.

The white-bearded old man was very strange. Could it be that the person sitting cross-legged is really Ye Ning's real body?That being the case, why did he play tricks, create a phantom, and then disappear?

He didn't allow him to think too much, but he saw "Zhen Shen Zhan Tu" swaying in the strange fire, as if it would be burned at any moment! , The white-bearded old man shouted loudly, and a large amount of spiritual power poured into the "God Punishment Battle Picture". Suddenly, the picture became extremely bright, and the flames of the battle between gods and demons in it even faintly surpassed Qinglian's Burning Heart Fire!Fang Tian's painting halberd did not get entangled with the Crystal Palace sacrificed by Shui Linglong, he turned around and continued to strike at the vajra shield transformed into five Jinguang natives!

Shui Linglong gritted her silver teeth, and regardless of being injured, escaped from the primordial spirit again, and pushed the Crystal Palace that had opened a gap to the extreme, trying to stop Fang Tian's painting halberd.

However, Fang Tian's painted halberd is the strongest magic weapon in "The Battle of the Gods", under the desperate urging of the white-bearded old man, how could the injured Shui Linglong be able to stop it?There is no doubt that Fang Tian's painted halberd landed straight on the vajra cover, and with one blow, the vajra cover was knocked into the air, and the five natives were defeated in all directions!

The white-bearded old man was overjoyed, and Fang Tian raised his halberd, from bottom to top, split Ye Ning in half!

The whole world is silent!

Ye Ning has fallen?Jing Wushang, Shui Linglong, including Xue Yilan who was really healing, could not believe what they saw.Even the old man with white beard felt that everything was too simple.

Strange, why is there no blood splatter?

After a while, Ye Ning's body, which was split into two halves, disappeared quickly and turned into a wisp of spiritual energy, dissipating in the air.

"Fake!" The white-bearded old man was shocked.

However, Ye Ning's goal has been achieved.He successfully used the phantom to attract everyone's attention, but his real body was lurking in the thick fog, ready for a fatal blow at any time!

At the critical moment, nine big blood-red characters rose slowly from the back of the white-bearded old man's head less than a foot away!As soon as those nine words appeared, they rushed into the mind of the white-bearded old man like a phantom, and they were running crazily in his sea of ​​consciousness!

It is the nine-character mantra of Taoism-all those who are facing the battle are in the front!

All this is like a dream, so that everyone can't believe it.Just a moment ago, the four of them were like bereaved dogs, being chased and killed to the point of danger.However, at this moment, the white-bearded old man didn't care about urging the "Battle of the Gods", and held his head in his hands, howling crazily!

Ye Ning's hand is so gorgeous that everyone has to admire it.