The best golden pupil

Chapter 1562 Slaughter God

Chapter 1562 Slaughter God
As soon as the seven-color poisonous fog dissipated, the Poison King appeared, a standard image of a half-century old man in the Xia Kingdom, with a hooked nose, a face as sharp as a knife, and sharp eyes shining.

There is an aggressive trend at that stop!

As soon as the cold wind from the Nine Heavens blows, the Poison King still looks down coldly, his proud eyes are full of contempt, and the leader Ning, who is famous in all directions, is no different!
It was defeated in just a few strokes.

With a cold snort of disdain, he flicked his sleeves and said in contempt: "It's just a bully!"

The centipede envoy and all the sect disciples were amazed, that guy just... just lost like that?

Feeling a little dazed.

Especially the former, he watched the devil come all the way, slaughtering false gods like dogs, ignoring the team, and daring to kill from Xia Kingdom to Mianzhou with all his strength.

He really couldn't believe that he would lose!
Although the ancestor is a god, it is natural to be able to defeat him, but he always feels uneasy so easily. If he fights for a while, he may feel at ease.

Is he... really dead!

The seven-color poison became more and more concentrated, as if it had received a lot of nutrients, and began to writhe violently.

And the aura belonging to Ning Tao completely disappeared...

The Poison King's face is overjoyed, it seems that this poison of seven emotions will be able to achieve great results, and there is also his spiritual power irrigation on it, once it is swallowed back into the body, it will immediately break through the middle stage!
Those guys really do not deceive me...

"Jie Jie...haha!"

Inside the mountainside, the iron cage was chaotic.

In the past few days, he saw nearly a hundred people were shrouded in the seven-color mist, and when they appeared, they turned into mummies.

They are also doomed to such a result. It is impossible for a mortal to defeat a god, and he will die anyway, but God deliberately put him in the same cage with six beauties. This is because he wants him to be a romantic ghost.

He has been in the army for almost a year...

Realizing that the fighting had stopped, the Poison King laughed loudly, and the hearts of the girls went cold.

Shao Wenlin licked his chapped lips and said, "Did you hear that, the battle is over, and the savior of Ning Tao you were hoping for is over, just obey me obediently."

A helicopter flew over with a female reporter from Meizhou, her face was full of excitement, she was someone who could fly, this was big news.

Once it gets out, it will shock the world!

You must know that only a small number of people know that there are supernatural beings in this world, and coupled with the control of major countries, it is even more pitiful.

Ning Tao used to be such a commoner...

"Crack...Crack!"

Countless cameras took pictures one after another. Although there were always rumors on the Internet before, who would believe that kind of ghost?
Now this photo is the proof!
These photos began to spread wildly on the Internet, burning the world's Internet like a spark...

Hundreds of millions of netizens...shocked!
The seven-color poisonous mist is more and more surging, and the seven emotions are abnormal when it is close, and the six desires are one step further, and at that time, he will climb to the later stage or peak!

That knife-like solemn face couldn't hide his excitement, and his heart was burning. Once his strength improved greatly, the whole Mianzhou would be completely captured in his hands.

Suddenly, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyebrows, and he looked at the poisonous mist with surprised eyes, as if something was wrong, how could it take so long?

It stands to reason that it has already been successful.

At the moment when he raised his hand to recall, a surge of surging golden flame rose into the sky, like a big mouth, swallowing the poisonous mist alive.

In the blink of an eye, the smoke disappeared!

The Poison King and his disciples were dumbfounded, looking at the scorching flames as calm as cicadas.

In the golden flame, a person slowly walked out.

Handsome facial features, thin lips, deep eyes, hair fluttering in the wind, wisps of golden flames danced on his body like an elf.

It's like...the emperor of flames in the flames!
"puff!"

And at this moment, the Poison King spurted out a mouthful of blood, and under the inconceivable gazes of the crowd, his aura declined rapidly.

Finally, it stopped at the first stage of the God Realm!
This is not a short-term weakness, but a permanent loss of cultivation base. The seven emotions poison mist is his natal poison, which is closely related to him, just like a natal magic weapon!

And once it is destroyed, it can be imagined!

The Poison King's face was dull, his hands and feet were cold, he should have broken through the mid-stage of god refining, but he almost fell into the god realm, and the poison of seven emotions that he had cultivated for many years... was gone.

"Hehe, I'm right. What you don't rely on your own hard work will always be a flash of youth, but hard work will bring you eternal brilliance."

Ning Tao folded his hands and smiled.

The centipede envoy's scalp was numb, and he screamed with trembling, it is so, it is so again!

This man is scarier than a god!

"Whoosh!"

A silver light flew over, piercing through his heart in the blink of an eye, and the scream was suddenly silenced.

Ning Tao shot lightly. He was originally kept to lead the way, but now he is no longer needed.

"Little brat, you are courting death!"

A big hand of five colors blatantly slapped it down, and the eyes of the poisonous king were so angry that they wanted to tear him apart.

After more than 20 years of painstaking efforts, he cultivated this method after breaking through the god realm. Now that it has been broken, he has completely returned to 20 years ago, when he just became a god!
But his entire 20 years of time were in vain because of Ning Tao's pure Yang fire. Hate, he hates, like the hatred of the whole family!

Faced with this blow, Ning Tao was not surprised but pleased, because it was much weaker than his first attack.

"Pure Yang Void Boundary Fist!"

A magnificent world appeared behind him, hazy and full of mystery, as if the power that blessed a world converged on this small fist.

"Go to hell...break!"

Under the gaze of tens of millions of people, two horrified forces collided, and the space trembled.

The Poison King retreated six steps in a row, his palms trembled slightly, and there was still a scorched blackness in the palms of his hands, but the gritted hatred was revealed on his ferocious face.

"Today... either you die or I die!"

"kill!"

Ning Tao slipped far away on the ground, but with his physique, this little injury is fine, and his long eyes are full of contempt, and he has a little calmness.

A spear in hand, showing its sharpness.

"squeak!"

A black scorpion at the level of an insect king flew over with a shining green light, just about to show off its supernatural power, when suddenly its whole body trembled, and it looked at its insect shell with fear.

There's something about it that makes it tremble...

"Oh!"

In the next second, a silver gun pierced through directly.

The Poison King looked crazy, he gritted a row of teeth, and chose to burn his spiritual power recklessly.

"Humph!"

Ning Tao snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Poison King, you killed my Xicheng villagers first, and then slaughtered my Tianjiao people, offended our Xia Kingdom team, and ignored my Hongmeng iron law. You have committed a heinous crime!"

"today."

"I, Ning Tao, in the name of the leader, slaughter the god!"

(End of this chapter)

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