"Plop...!"

As soon as Ning Tao exerted force on his feet, he felt a sharp pain. The pain aroused old pain, and he immediately fell to the ground hard.

His injury didn't heal, but when Uncle Tim took over his body, he suppressed it with the power of his soul, and it naturally exploded as soon as he left.

"Ah...uncle, no...don't...!"

Seeing Ning Tao running over with severe pain in most of his body, his eyes red, Uncle Tim shook his head and sighed, with reluctance also appearing in his vicissitudes of life.

Nong Nong said complexly: "Hey, little guy, don't be sad, don't cry. We meet each other everywhere in life, and we will meet again if we are destined."

"No... don't leave, uncle, what on earth is going on? I was fine just now, how... how could this happen?" Ning Tao's nose felt sore and he was worried for a while.

It was his uncle who saved him when he fell into the stone gate and was about to die. When Mo Laoka was about to die in a gap in space, it was his uncle who took action. When thousands of disciples of Hongmeng faced disaster, it was his uncle who gave him strength when his homeland of China was wantonly invaded. Let him protect one side.

Based on these, Ning Tao was willing to call him uncle.

But before the kindness could be repaid, the uncle suddenly disappeared. His lower body was transparent, and his breath quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Why...why?"

Ning Tao choked up as he watched his body dissipate and spoke.

"Haha, strong power is not free. This world has long not allowed the strength of the virtual realm. They are because of the spiritual demon energy and strong race, and I am because of the burning power of the soul, the boundless water... Sooner or later One day!"

Uncle Tim's relieved voice came from my ears.

Upon hearing this, Ning Tao burst into tears. It turned out that the uncle's power came from burning his own soul, just like a piece of wood that was completely burned for a moment of light.

Seeing his true sadness, Uncle Tim couldn't help but comfort him: "Little guy, look at the space between your eyebrows."

Between the eyebrows?

Ning Tao quickly released the power of his soul, and in his perception, there was actually a deep and vast abyss rising between his eyebrows, revealing a power as deep as the heavens and the earth.

"This...this...does this mean that uncle can still be saved?"

Seeing the excited and joyful expression on his face, Uncle Tim smiled and shook his head, and said vicissitudes of life: "This is the last gift I leave to you, uncle. It can help you block a life-and-death crisis, and there is also a trace of star that I specially pulled out. Nuclear power.”

"Chechi, don't be impatient to absorb it. You must do it according to your ability. As for other magical effects, you can slowly experience it yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Tao's heart dropped.

He didn't feel happy at all about getting the treasure. The more the uncle told him, the more uncomfortable he felt and his nose felt sore.

"By the way," Uncle Tim seemed to have thought of something. Two things suddenly spewed out from the endless abyss behind him. One was an insect beetle with an inky black luster all over its body, and the other was a pair of dark scythes, which seemed to have been swallowed just now. The remains of the black bug below.

"These two things are good materials for refining weapons, but even if you don't refine weapons, they are still a good pair of treasures for you. Take them. It's time for me to leave."

As he spoke, his soul had dissipated to his neck.

Looking at these two treasures, Ning Tao cried: "Uncle, don't die. I haven't chatted with you yet, uncle...!"

"Whoosh!"

Mr. Mo rushed over and when he saw this complicated scene, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life. Have a good trip."

Seeing the two of them like this, Uncle Tim rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Who are you two cursing? I said I wanted to leave, but I didn't say go die...!"

Um?

"What's the meaning?"

The two stood frozen on the ground in confusion for a while.

The origin of this soul has dissipated, and there is only a trace of his breath left. Anyone who sees this scene will know that this is the phenomenon of falling. Is it fake?

There was confusion between the uncle's brows, but he was helpless. This problem is quite difficult to explain, and there is not much time, so let's leave it at that...

"hehe!"

Suddenly, a woman chuckled from the deep pit.

"boom!"

The ground shook, and Uncle Tim's expression changed at the same time. He instantly turned his head to look at the stone door. A thick black light pillar shot straight into the sky, but it quickly dissipated.

It seems like it's sending a signal.

However, the uncle screamed in surprise, looked at Shimen and gritted his teeth and said: "Damn insect mother, you still have this trick, it's so scheming!"

Just as he was about to take action, he found that his limbs were gone.

Just when Ning Tao and Ning Tao were dumbfounded, Uncle Tim shouted anxiously at him: "Little guy, remember what I said, this world will be left to you. You are the masters here, no matter what terrible things happen...

You can’t even bow your head!”

"Don't you want to come and chat with me? This world is your test. If you can survive...pass it, come to the upper world...immortal...realm...to find me..."

Intermittently, there was no sound.

Ning Tao's face was dull and his mouth was wide open. Although there was no trace of the uncle's breath in this world, the meaning of that sentence seemed to be... he was not dead!

"Uncle...are you really still alive?'

Mr. Mo walked to his side, looked at the ordinary void and muttered: "Maybe that senior is really not dead. I can feel that his strength is as vast as the abyss. I have never seen such a powerful one even in ancient books.

People feel horrible just by looking at them.”

"If you really want to know the answer, whether senior is alive or dead, just go to that fairyland and find out. Anyway, with your talent, you will go there sooner or later."

After hearing this, Ning Tao nodded with a complex expression and touched his eyebrows. The mysterious gift that his uncle left for him was still there, but it was quietly hiding at the moment.

Secretly swearing: "Uncle, I will definitely find you...!"

Gritting his teeth and dragging his remaining body, with the support of Wu Hailin and other disciples who came over, he grabbed Bai Luo and walked towards Bai Lao Mo bit by bit, with hatred in his eyes.

The latter was looking unbelievably old, his eyes were cloudy, his face was wrinkled like fish scales, and his skin was drooping, as if his essence had been sucked dry, and his whole body exuded the aura of morning and evening.

"Son of a bitch!"

Wu Hailin and other disciples had red eyes and wanted to scratch him.

The remnants of the White Lotus Sect and the vampires had long since escaped together. Clark almost fell to the divine realm and was taken away by the vampires. Cao Bin just left a vicious sentence.

"Ning Tao, I'm waiting for you in Europe!"

Thomas held the holy sword and hunted him all over the world with a cold face...

Only the Hongmeng disciples were left in this deep pit. Ning Tao withdrew his gaze and looked at Old Demon Bai with hatred. It was he who... killed Senior Brother Mo Yang!

"Cough...cough...I didn't expect that I was defeated by your little brat. It seems that my guess was correct. You are indeed the nemesis of my White Lotus Sect."

Bai Laomo said in a complicated hoarse voice.

Ning Tao had a cold face and shot him in the thigh like lightning, saying indifferently: "This shot is for my master!"

"Ah...little bastard."

Another shot pierced the abdomen, "This shot is for my disciple who died for Hongmeng."

Another shot pierced the liver and lungs, "This shot is for the hundreds of thousands of Chinese compatriots you slaughtered."

"This shot... is for me!"

Five or six blood holes were poked out one by one. The old demon Bai's face was distorted, he roared in pain, his eyes were gleaming with blood, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I curse you...!"

"Bang!"

His head was smashed to pieces with a silver gun.

"This shot... is for Senior Brother Mo Yang!"

Ning Tao said indifferently.

Seeing this, Wu Hailin and dozens of other disciples, with red eyes, chopped up his body with swords and chopped it into pieces.

In the end, Ning Tao sent him away with anger.

Mo Yuntian, who saw this scene in his eyes, sighed. The man who was once a thousand-year-old hero died like this. Bai Laomo, have a good journey...

Very far away,
Chapter completed!