The best golden pupil

Chapter 1709 I'm Back
Inside the wooden house, it was even more bleak than the autumn wind.

A skinny old man sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he was old, he dared to fight against the heavens. His gray hair swayed, and occasionally he could see a trace of the demeanor of a war god. His waist was straight.

A series of mysterious ancient magic lines covered the whole body like cracks, like a cracked porcelain that might shatter in the next second.

But on the face of the old man, there was no wave in the ancient well.

Ning Tao knelt down deeply, Mo Lao had paid too much for Hongmeng, for himself, and for Xia Guo.

There are not many seniors he respected in his life, but each of them is worthy of respect, Mr. Mo, Master, Grandpa, Mr. Zhou, including Uncle Tim... No matter which one is a kind elder, a respectable senior.

Without them, Ning Tao would not be where he is today.

Miao Jingjing on the side also knelt down and was deeply impressed by Mo Lao's great mind. Every second they spend now is bought by this Mo Lao's pain.

It is also thanks to Mo Lao's blessing that her Tianjiao is still intact so far, otherwise no one can escape the chaos in the world.

That ancient magic pattern caused Mo Lao to suffer from the pain of training, the injury of splitting his body, and the pain of suffering... An ordinary person might not be able to bear it for a moment, but the old man has endured it for so long, not to mention frown.

Because he is afraid, he is afraid that the children will cry for him.

The sharp sword he turned into has not been used by Ning Tao until now, just like what the latter said at the beginning, I would rather die than use this sword.

Because he is too great and heavy.

Ning Tao raised his head slowly, looked at him complicatedly, and said sadly: "Old Mo, from now on, you don't need to suffer for us anymore, because the new generation of God of War you are looking forward to...has risen."

"I said that I want to create [-]% of the world on the earth and give it to Hongmeng. Now this last step is missing. I want you to always witness this moment."

Mo Yuntian was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, exuding an aura of decay and decay, as if it could shatter at the slightest movement.

"Whizzing!"

The eight patriarchs sensed Ning Tao's breath, and immediately flew over with a group of elders, blinking.

"We pay our respects to the leader, the old leader, the saint!"

Ning Tao stood up slowly, nodded, and looked at the aura of several people, their strength seemed to have improved a little, which seemed to be the effect of the bone pill he refined.

Old Monster Mo and the others were full of energy and spirit.

To his surprise, the ancestor of Wudang seems to have broken through the boundary of that layer, with a simple and natural charm, with the invisible Tai Chi gossip, and two yin and yang fishes, one black and one white, slowly wandering around.

This is astonishingly... the late stage of refining gods!
"Old Ancestor, you?" Ning Tao asked in surprise with uncertainty.

The former smiled and nodded, exuding a little breath. Recently, he learned a book of Taoism in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he did not expect to break through after retreating.

He still can't help but smile a little bit.

Patriarch Huashan and the others were shocked, and they broke through to the late stage of refining gods. This old guy can really hide, and this talent is by no means comparable to them.

Zhou Heng was also happy for him, but looking at his broken right arm, he couldn't help shaking his head mockingly.

If he hadn't been swept by Mo Wuji's magical power altar, his cultivation would not have dropped, his right arm would not have been broken, and he would never have become a... useless person!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Mo Lao again.

He became like this, but he was just hit by the altar, and the latter was hit by the altar. The comparison between the two can be imagined, and Mo Lao is more painful than him.

Ning Tao saw the bitterness, thought for a while, and couldn't help comforting him: "Mr. Zhou, don't be discouraged. The world is so big, there are so many examples. Even in ancient books, there are many examples of rebirth with broken arms."

"I have seen many of them. Although they are in special circumstances and cannot be copied, there is always a way. There are also great powers that have been reborn from a drop of blood in ancient books. A mere broken arm is naturally not a problem."

The rest of the people turned their heads with relief.

But Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly: "It's been a long time ago, and now is the age of Dharma."

"Earth can't help it, but that place will definitely exist," Ning Tao said with burning eyes.

that?

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they all looked stunned.

Elder Zhou frowned and said, "Could it be that you're talking about...the fairy world?"

"That's right, the few immortals who appeared that day were all incredibly powerful. If you go to that place, it will be easy to rebirth with a broken arm."

"Mr. Zhou, you can rest assured to entrust this task to me, the boy will definitely complete it for you," Ning Tao said firmly.

The former shook his head and smiled, as if he didn't have much confidence. Instead, he looked at Mr. Mo worriedly and said, "Compared to this, Mr. Mo's matter is the big one. I can still live without my arm, but his old man..."

"Ugh!"

The eight ancestors sighed helplessly.

But Ning Tao's eyes flashed, and he said surprisingly: "Mr. Mo, I have a way to save him."

"Huh? What?"

Everyone was startled, and their hearts were pounding.

Ning Tao didn't explain, instead he stepped forward and murmured, "I'm offended."

A vigorous palm was placed on Mo Lao's head. Under the suspicion of everyone, a vast power of the soul burst out, and it invaded Mo Lao's mind, and then brought out another weak soul.

This... is really Mo Lao's soul!

At the same time, the ancient magic lines on his body were no longer suppressed by the soul, and quickly spread all over his body, like a virus that was about to reach [-]%, once it reached [-]%, this body would be completely destroyed.

Without the suppression of the soul, everything will decay.

Huashan, the Kongtong patriarch was covered in cold sweat from being frightened, and immediately screamed: "Ning Tao, are you crazy? What are you trying to do? Stop it, you are killing the old leader, and his spirit will dissipate!" of."

The Tianshan Patriarch's beautiful eyes shrunk into pinholes, and he was completely dumbfounded. This is true, not all spirits in the divine realm can be called Ning Tao's spirit.

Suppose the mind is an ice bank, the soul is a thin layer of ice, and outside the mind is the hot weather of more than 40 degrees, this layer of ice will quickly melt away as soon as it appears, and Mo Lao's soul...is this layer of ice.

Few people in this world are as perverted as Ning Tao. If Mo Lao is this thin layer of ice, then Ning Tao is a complete block of ice.

Although it will melt, it can last longer.

At this moment, the ice bank in Mo Lao's mind is being covered by ancient magic lines. Once it is covered, the ice bank will rot, and it will be impossible for Mo Lao's layer of ice to return to the ice bank. The boundless water will soon dissipate.

This episode is a real farewell!
A dozen or so people were shocked and even wanted to stop them, but Wudang Patriarch, Shaolin Patriarch, and even Zhou Laozu blocked them with red eyes, because...they believed in Ning Tao.

The latter's golden pupils burst out, not missing a single detail, until half of Mo Lao's soul was completely taken out, and the rest, along with his body, all rotted away.

Just when Mo Lao's soul was about to dissipate, Ning Tao suddenly shook his hand, and a gorgeous spine appeared in his hand, exuding impressive soul power.

In the next second, he actually put Mo Lao's spirit in it.

Dozens of people stared at him with their eyes wide open, not daring to take a breath. Can this backbone save Mo Mo?

One breath, three breaths, ten breaths...

Gradually, everyone forgot how long it had been. Mo Lao seemed to be getting more and more stable. He felt that the spine was like a container, and it could also be described as another icehouse.

Suddenly, a familiar spirit fluctuated, and a weak laughter came from the vicissitudes of life: "Little guys, I'm back!"

(End of this chapter)