The best golden pupil

Chapter 1634
"Immortal...fa, swing...thousand...autumn!"

An ancient fairy language, with the trembling breath of the vast and prehistoric, a million thunders exploded at the same time, a mysterious force can settle all kinds of things, and only I will live forever.

Everyone could feel the fear of God.

"Taoist Yuntian!"

Ning Tao roared and burned, exhausting all the prehistoric power in his body, the pure yang fire, the heaven-defying spiritual power, the power of the soul, the power of the body... and stabbed desperately.

This shot will ruin the world forever!

With this stab, he can kill gods, demons and immortals!

With this blow, God was moved!

No one can describe the horror of this blow, because their perception of power is far from the level of this blow, and some only have awe and worship.

Slowly pushed out, the space was overwhelmed and shattered, shattered, shattered, crushed, until nothingness.

The Shaolin patriarch's eyes were rounded, revealing horror and shock, which he couldn't do with his strength in the late stage of god training, how could Ning Tao!

A hundred zhang sword energy seems to come from the universe, punishing all the gods and demons in the world, punishing those who disobey, and destroying those who disobey.

Stained with devil's blood, slaughtered the god's corpse, and moved forward indomitably.

"Ning Tao!"

It was as if two roars came from the ancient clouds, pushing everyone's scalps into convulsions instantly.

"Kill... cut!"

A gun and a sword, a fairy and a god, a light and a darkness, with an indescribably terrifying aura, collided blatantly, and the whole world trembled.

"Rumble..."

Everyone's eardrums buzzed, and their eyes were filled with two bright rays of light, as if they were in a bright and turbulent world without space and time.

There is no stillness and movement, only chaos and light.

There is no man or god, only endless chaos.

"Boom!"

Ning Tao's shocking roar, as well as the angry sound from the clouds, caused a terrifying force no less than the explosion of a small nuclear bomb to explode a kilometer away from Wudang.

The eight gods came rushing with red eyes, but they were blown away by this terrifying force. Even the strongest Shaolin Patriarch only lasted for a few breaths.

Sword Qi destroys the world and destroys all things!
The nearest small village, thousands of meters away, felt this powerful shock.

Nearly a thousand villagers were stunned, staring at the white light from a distance, unable to imagine that it was the power of a god, no mortals thought about it, they only thought it was the power of heaven.

Even monks can't imagine seeing real power in the imperial mausoleum. Although it's not that powerful, it's radiant to the extreme in the world.

"Boom...Boom!"

I don't know how long it took before all the earth-shattering events came to an end. Instead, everyone felt a sense of loss in their hearts, and some of them stayed where they were, not knowing why.

At this time, a figure, like a kite with a broken string, was subjected to a lot of force and fell down heavily.

"boom!"

It directly hit the wooden house not far away, the body sank heavily, the arm was deformed, and life or death was unknown.

"Ning... Ning Tao, leader!"

Amidst the anxious screams of nearly a thousand people, a beautiful figure in green clothes flew over quickly, knelt down in the pit, and tears fell like pearls.

"No...no, Ning Tao, wake up, woo...no," Miao Jingjing cried with red eyes.

Two to three thousand disciples had cold hands and feet.

The footsteps of the eight anxious ancestors were weak.

"Whoosh!"

A figure broke through the endless clouds. This person was wearing a cloud robe, holding a wood-grained sword, with eyebrows like swords, and a pair of cold eyes overlooking thousands of people.

For a moment, he stared at Ning Tao!
A cold drink came out of his lips: "Good boy, what a terrifying method of strength. Looking at my god's countless years of experience, none of them can compare to your method."

"With your mere power in the third level of refining the gods, you actually forcibly blocked my half-step Void Realm's full blow. Even if you die, it is enough to be recorded in the history books. My instinct tells me that it is terrible."

"And you... are even more terrifying!"

The eyes of the Shaolin Patriarch and others were tearing apart, while the Wudang Patriarch was held tightly by three people. Thousands of people glared at him with red eyes. The Kunlun Realm is the Kunlun Realm again!

Damn it, really damn it!

"Daoist Yuntian, as the overlord of a world, you actually attacked a junior cultivator in such a sneaky way. Do you still have the dignity of a strong man? You are extremely shameless. Why don't you show your face and lose your conscience..."

Zhou Heng's angry face trembled and he cursed.

"What is Kunlun No.1, I'll go to your grandma's little black seam, a shameless old bastard, you are all such bastards in Kunlun."

"If one day I succeed in cultivation, I will first wipe out your Kunlun Realm. A bunch of shameless old things, old dogs, will kill you, kill you..."

Thousands of people pointed at Taoist Yuntian and cursed with red eyes.

The latter's face darkened, and he was about to take a step while holding the wooden grain sword in his left hand, and the terrifying murderous intent burst out again.

"Boom..."

At this moment, the small wooden house not far from Ning Tao exploded instantly, turning into sawdust all over the sky.

And there was an old figure sitting cross-legged inside, the whole body was covered by ancient magic lines, dark and gloomy, but the waist was straight, as if straight into the sky.

It is the God of War, Mo Yuntian!

Seeing this scene, Taoist Yuntian's face trembled, hesitation appeared on his face, and finally he withdrew his foot and snorted coldly.

Why bother with a dying person!

Immediately sneered at him and said: "Mo Yuntian, if you can protect them for a while, can you protect them forever? How long can you stay like this?"

The words were sarcasm, but there was no response.

"Look at the Hongmeng in front of you. How can you have the demeanor when you led it? It has turned into a bunch of street hooligans. As a monk, you don't rely on force to curse the streets."

"It's just ridiculous!"

Mo Yuntian still had his eyes closed tightly, and the silk-haired robe on his body was windless and automatic. Even when he was sleeping, he exuded the invincible demeanor of the God of War all the time.

If I wake up, you will die!
Taoist Yuntian frowned, looking at the scolding voice below, not to mention how upset he was.

He took a deep look at Ning Tao in the deep pit. Although he didn't feel any breath of life, he was strict unless he killed himself.

To be honest, he really hoped that Ning Tao was not dead, because he would be able to find a way to pull out that shocking method...

"Humph!"

Flicking his sleeves, he said indifferently: "Mo Yuntian, you'd better hold on longer, otherwise, you'll be bloodbathed."

As soon as he turned around, he stepped directly into the clouds.

But Yun Zhongzi came late, and seeing this scene, he was a little confused, but when he glanced around, he was attracted by something, and his pupils shrank into the shape of needle eyes.

Taoist Yuntian's right hand holding the sword was dripping with blood. It seemed that the injury was not serious, but it only passed away in a flash.

Seeing this scene, Yun Zhongzi fell silent, glanced at the Wudang faction, then gritted his teeth and followed...

The enemy is gone, but no one is happy.

Miao Jingjing cried and shook Ning Tao, tears overflowed from her beautiful eyes, but there was no trace of breath.

Shaolin Patriarch and the others glanced at it intertwined with spirit and spirit, but there was no trace of fluctuation, nor spirit or spirit, just like a dead body, the handle of Bailuo stuck in the crack of the stone was still trembling.

From this we can see how big the force impact was just now.

"Ning Tao, wake up, woo..." Miao Jingjing shook Ning Tao with tears streaming down her face.

Everyone clenched their fists and lowered their heads in tears.

"Can... can you stop shaking, call an ambulance for me," a weak voice sounded weakly.

Everyone was taken aback, and looked up in astonishment.

Miao Jingjing raised her head blankly with red eyes, just in time to see this guy muttering to herself: "It's better to call me a few little nurses who are good at water..."

"and then?"

"Then...it's nothing, I'm not picky."

"Ah... it hurts!"

(End of this chapter)