"Immortal...fa, swing...qian...qiu!"

An ancient immortal word carries the trembling aura of the vast wilderness, millions of sky thunders explode at the same time, a mysterious power can wipe out all kinds of troubles, but I will survive forever.

Everyone could feel that God was frightened.

"Taoist Yuntian!"

Ning Tao roared and burned, exhausting all the ancient 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 out with all his strength.

This shot will bring peace to the world!

This stab kills gods, demons and immortals!

This blow moved God’s face!

No one can describe the horror of this blow, because their understanding 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 collapsed, shattered, smashed, crushed until it was nothingness.

The Shaolin Ancestor's eyes widened, revealing horror and horror. He couldn't do this even with his strength in the late stage of God Refining. How could Ning Tao possibly do it!

A hundred-foot sword energy seems to come from the universe, killing all the gods and demons in the world. Those who are disobedient in the world will be punished as many as possible. Those who are disobedient in the world will be destroyed as many as possible.

Stained with the blood of demons, slaying the corpses of gods, move forward indomitably.

"Ning Tao!"

As if two roars came from the ancient clouds, everyone's scalps were instantly pushed into convulsions.

"Kill...kill!"

A gun and a sword, an immortal and a god, a light and a darkness, with an indescribable aura of terror, collided so violently that the whole world trembled.

"Rumble...!"

Everyone's eardrums were buzzing, and their eyes were filled with two bright lights, 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 are no humans or gods, just endless chaos.

"Rumble...!"

Ning Tao's shocking roar and the angry sound coming from the clouds caused a terrifying force no less than the explosion of a small nuclear bomb to explode thousands of meters away from Wudang.

Eight gods rushed over with red eyes, but were blown away by this terrifying force. Even the most powerful Shaolin ancestor could only hold on for a few breaths.

The sword energy destroys the world and brings everything to an end!

The nearest small village, thousands of meters away, felt this powerful vibration.

Nearly a thousand villagers were stunned, looking at the white light from a distance, unable to imagine that it was the power of God. No mortal could think about it, only thinking that it was the power of heaven.

Even the monks could not imagine that they had seen real power in the imperial mausoleum. Although it was not that powerful, it was as bright as the world.

“Boom… boom!”

I don't know how long it took, but everything came to an earth-shattering end. On the contrary, everyone felt a sense of loss in their hearts, and some of them just stood there stupidly and didn't know why.

At this time, a figure looked like a kite with its string broken. It suffered a lot of force and fell heavily.

"boom……!"

It hit directly not far from the wooden house, and the body sank heavily, the arms were deformed, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

"Ning...Ning Tao, leader of the alliance!"

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

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

Two to three thousand disciples had cold hands and feet.

The eight ancestors who came anxiously were unable to move.

"Whoosh...!"

A figure broke out from the endless clouds. This person was wearing a cloud robe, holding a wood-grained sword in his hand, his eyebrows were like swords, and he looked down at a crowd of thousands of people with a pair of cold eyes.

In an instant, he stared at Ning Tao!

A cold drink came out of his lips: "Good boy, what a terrifying power method. Looking at my countless years of experience, none of them can compare to your method."

"With your mere power of the third level of God Refining, you actually blocked a full blow from me who was half a step into the void. Even if you die, if you tell me, it will be recorded in the annals of history. My intuition tells me that it is terrible."

"And you...are even scarier!"

The eyes of the Shaolin Patriarch and others were about to burst, while the Wudang Patriarch was held tightly by three people. Thousands of people stared at him with red eyes, Kunlun Realm, and Kunlun Realm again!

Damn it, really damn it...!

"Taoist Yuntian, as the overlord of the world, you actually attacked a junior monk like this. Do you still have the dignity of a strong man? It is extremely shameless. Why don't you have a bad face? You are completely unconscionable..."

Zhou Heng's face trembled with anger and he cursed loudly.

"You are the most dignified person in Kunlun. I'll go to your grandma's house. You are a shameless old man. You are such a bastard in the Kunlun world."

"If one day I succeed in my cultivation, I will first wipe out your Kunlun Realm, a bunch of shameless old guys, old dogs, Male Gobi, kill you, kill you..."

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

The latter's face darkened, he grabbed the wood-grained sword in his left hand and was about to take a step, when the terrifying murderous intention burst out again.

"Bang...!"

At this moment, the small wooden house not far from Ning Tao exploded instantly and turned into a sky full of sawdust.

And inside, an old figure sitting cross-legged was revealed. His whole body was covered with ancient magic patterns and was dark and gloomy, but his waist was straight, as if he was reaching into the sky.

It is none other than the God of War, Mo Yuntian!

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

Why worry about a dying person?

He immediately sneered at him and said: "Mo Yuntian, you can protect them for a while, but can you protect them for a lifetime? How long can you keep like this?"

The words were sarcastic, but there was no response.

"Look at the Hongmeng in front of you. It still has the same grace as when you led it. It has turned into a bunch of street hooligans. As a monk, you don't rely on force but rely on swearing."

"That's ridiculous!"

Mo Yuntian still closed his eyes tightly, and the silk robe on his body moved without any wind. Even if he was sleeping, he exuded the invincible style of the God of War all the time.

If I wake up, you will die!

Taoist Yuntian frowned and looked at the yelling voices below, not to mention how unhappy he felt.

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

To be honest, he really hopes that Ning Tao is not dead, because he can find a way to come up with that amazing method...

"snort!"

Swinging his sleeves and robe, he said indifferently: "Mo Yuntian, you'd better hold on longer, otherwise Hongmeng will be wiped out with blood."

Turn around and step directly into the clouds.

Yun Zhongzi arrived late, and when he saw this scene, he was a little confused, but as he glanced around, he was attracted by something, and his pupils shrank into needle eyes.

Taoist Yuntian's right hand holding the sword was dripping with blood, as if the injury was serious, but it only passed away in a flash.

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

The enemy is gone, but no one is happy.

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

The Shaolin Ancestor and others glanced at each other with their souls, but there was no movement or soul. It looked like a dead corpse, with the white handle stuck in the crack of the stone and still trembling.

This shows how big the force impact just now was.

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

Everyone clenched their fists and lowered their heads with tears in their eyes.

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

Everyone was stunned and looked up in astonishment.

Miao Jingjing looked up blankly with red eyes, just in time to see this guy saying to himself: "It's best to call some smart little nurses for me...!"

"Then what?"

"Then...it doesn't matter. Just wear stockings, pure white and black stockings. I'm not picky."
Chapter completed!