Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

The Iron Armored Tribe seemed to have heard something. Seeing the arrival of Ye Ning and the two, they did not step forward to meet the enemy. Instead, they opened up their formations and defended with all their strength under the leadership of a king.

Seeing Ye Ning's indifferent expression, the king suddenly felt a huge danger coming, and this danger was definitely not something that a nightmare like him, who had just entered the king, could resist.He said angrily: "Who is coming? Hurry up and stop! This is the territory of the Iron Armored Division of the Nightmare Clan, and no foreigner can invade it!"

"Haha." Ye Ning looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said: "Joke! This place belongs to the Zhenyang Sect of our clan. When will it become the territory of the Nightmare Clan? Ye Mou upholds the will of the heavens and bestows death on you!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand slightly and pressed it down suddenly.

The incomparably huge spiritual power gathered together and instantly condensed into an incomparably huge palm above Jilong Mountain, slowly squeezing it.The phalanges are white, and there is even a faint fragrance.However, there are countless black vortexes jumping above the palm, which are filled with the power of chaos, and if only a trace leaks out, it will make people tremble with fear and give birth to an irresistible sense of fear.

The king of the Iron Armor Department looked pale. He knew that he would never escape this time, but he was unwilling to retreat and wanted to make a final fight.He roared angrily: "Iron Armor Tribe, life and death are at hand, help me with all your strength!"

"Promise!" The 20 nightmare people responded with all their strength: "My king is mighty!"

A stream of power gathered on the armored mountain formation, and the king of the armored tribe even transformed into the body of the Nightmare Clan, which was five feet high, manipulating the formation with all his strength.An extremely hard white giant tortoise shell appeared out of thin air, and won the palm of the top of Jilong Mountain.

"Interesting." Ye Ning said with a smile: "Yunyan, I didn't expect that the iron-armored tribe would have a lot of research on the way of formation. This formation can actually summon the ancient beast Baiyan Xuanwu. It is indeed rare."

Yun Yan said: "It's a pity that the Baiyan Xuanwu summoned by this formation is flashy, and I'm afraid it can only display [-]% of its defensive power. If it is facing ordinary Xu Xian, it can indeed resist it. It's a pity, what they are facing is the master."

Ye Ning smiled and said, "Of course."

With a movement of his mind, the jade palm in the mid-air suddenly turned over, and immediately, the black whirlpool in his palm poured down like a rainstorm, and landed on Baiyan Xuanwu's back crackling.Initially, the tortoise shell was able to withstand it for a while, but as the power of chaos continued to erode, the phantom of the tortoise shell continued to fade until it turned into heaven and earth aura and returned to nature.Like a thunderbolt, the black vortex fell on the heads of 20 members of the Iron Armored Division of the Nightmare Clan. In an instant, a large number of people were killed or injured.After ten breaths, only the king was still struggling.It's a pity, even though his old face was flushed red, and countless wounds had been exposed on his body, it was only a matter of time before he fell.

"die!"

Ye Ning yelled violently, and a jet of black lightning suddenly shot out from the overturned palm, hitting the king's head fiercely.

Potential like a broken bamboo!

The king's body twitched unceasingly after being hit, and his originally five-foot-high body was constantly squeezed, and turned into ashes after a while, only a brightly colored Nightmare was suspended in mid-air.

There was silence all around.So far, the 20 Nightmare Iron Armored Clan was wiped out by Ye Ning's palms, and no one was spared.

Gently scooping up the palm in the air, countless nightmares, big and small, flew up, fell into the palm, and were collected by Ye Ning into the storage ring.

Looking at the flattened Jilong Mountain, Ye Ning sighed and continued to walk forward.