Inside the wooden house, it was more desolate than the autumn wind.

A skinny old man sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he was old, he dared to fight against the sky. His gray hair was swaying, and occasionally he could see a hint of the God of War. His waist was straight.

Mysterious ancient magic lines covered the entire body like cracks, like cracked porcelain, which might burst into pieces in the next second.

But the old man's face was as smooth as ever.

Ning Tao knelt down deeply. Mr. Mo had paid so much for Hongmeng, himself, and China.

There are not many seniors he respects in his life, but every one of them is worthy of respect. Mr. Mo, Master, Grandpa, Mr. Zhou, including Uncle Tim... no matter who they are, they are kind elders and respectable seniors.

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

Miao Jingjing on the side also knelt down and was deeply impressed by Mr. Mo's great mind. Every second they spent now was earned by Mr. Mo's pain.

The fact that her witchcraft religion is still intact is also thanks to Mr. Mo, otherwise no one would be able to escape the chaos in the world.

That ancient magic pattern made Mr. Mo suffer the pain of tempering, body splitting, and suffering every moment... An ordinary person might not be able to bear it for a moment, but the old man has endured it for so long, and not only

Frown your brows.

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

The sharp sword he transformed into has not been used by Ning Tao so far. Just as the latter said at the beginning, I would rather die than use this sword.

Because he is too great and heavy.

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

"I said that I would create 97% of the world on earth and give it to Hongmeng. Now I just have to take this last step. I want you to witness this moment."

Mo Yuntian was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, exuding an aura of decay and decay, as if he could break into pieces if he moved.

"Whoosh...!"

The eight ancestors noticed Ning Tao's aura, and immediately flew over with a group of elders, arriving in the blink of an eye.

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

Ning Tao slowly stood up and nodded. Looking at the auras on several people, their strength seemed to have improved a bit. It seemed to be the effect of the bone elixir he had refined.

Mo Laoguai and others were high-spirited and full of energy.

What surprised him was that the Wudang ancestor seemed to have broken through the boundaries of that level. He had a simple and natural charm, with the power of invisible Tai Chi and Bagua, and two yin and yang fish, one black and one white, slowly wandered around.

This is clearly...the late stage of God Refining!

"Ancestor, you...?" Ning Tao said with uncertainty and surprise.

The former smiled and nodded, exhaling a little. He recently gained some insights from studying a book of Taoism in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he made a breakthrough while in retreat.

He is still a bit embarrassed to laugh.

The ancestors of Huashan and others looked shocked. They actually broke through to the late stage of god refining. This old guy can really hide his talent. This talent is definitely not comparable to theirs.

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

If he hadn't been swept away by Mo Wuji's magic altar, I'm afraid his cultivation would not have fallen, 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 Mr. Mo.

He became like this just because he was hit once, while the latter was hit by the altar. Comparing the two, one can imagine that Mo Lao suffered more than him.

Ning Tao saw the bitterness, thought about it, and couldn't help but comforted: "Mr. Zhou, please don't be discouraged. The world is so big, there are many examples of people who have lost their arms and been reborn, even in ancient books."

"I have seen many of them. Although they are in special circumstances and cannot be copied, there is always a way. There are also powerful people who can be reborn with a drop of blood in ancient books. Just a broken arm is not a problem."

The others all turned their heads in relief.

But Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly and said: "How long ago it was, now is the era of the end of the Dharma."

"The earth can't help it, but there will definitely be it in that place," Ning Tao said with stern eyes.

that?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed astonishment.

Mr. Zhou frowned and said, "Could it be that you are talking about... the fairy world?"

"That's right, the few immortals who appeared that day are incredibly powerful. If you go to that place, it will be easy for a person to be reborn after a broken arm."

"Mr. Zhou, please feel free to leave this task to me. I will definitely complete it for you," Ning Tao said firmly.

The former shook his head and smiled. He didn't seem to have much confidence. Instead, he looked at Mr. Mo worriedly and said, "Compared to this, Mr. Mo's matter is a big deal. I can still live without my arm, but he..."

"well……!"

The eight ancestors sighed helplessly.

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

"Huh? What?"

Everyone was shocked, and their hearts were pounding. Ning Tao did not explain, but took a step forward and murmured: "I'm offended."

A strong palm was placed on Mr. Mo's head. Under everyone's surprise, a vast power of soul burst out, invading Mr. Mo's mind, and then brought out another weak soul.

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

At the same time, the ancient magic patterns on his body were no longer suppressed by the soul, and quickly spread all over his body, like a destructive virus that was about to reach 100%. Once it reached 100%, this body would be completely destroyed.

Without the suppression of the soul, everything will decay.

In Huashan, Ancestor Kongtong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He immediately screamed: "Ning Tao, are you crazy? What do you want to do? Stop it. You are killing the old alliance leader, and his spirit will dissipate."

of."

The beautiful eyes of the ancestor of Tianshan shrunk to the shape of pinholes, and he was completely dumbfounded. This is true. Not all souls in the divine realm can be called Ning Tao souls.

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

There are few souls in this world as perverted as Ning Tao. If Mr. Mo is like this thin layer of ice, then Ning Tao is a complete ice cube.

Although it will also melt, it will last longer.

At this moment, the ice bank in Mo Lao's mind is being covered by ancient magic patterns. Once covered, the ice bank will rot. Even if Mo Lao wants to return to the ice bank, it will be impossible. The boundless water will soon dissipate.

This parting is truly a farewell!

More than a dozen people were shocked and even wanted to stop him, but Wudang Patriarch, Shaolin Patriarch, and even Zhou Lao etc. stopped them with red eyes because... they believed in Ning Tao.

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

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

The next second, he actually put Old Mo's spirit inside.

Dozens of people stared with eyes wide open, not daring to take a breath. Can this spine save Young Mo?

One breath, three breaths, ten breaths...

Gradually, everyone forgot how long it had been. Mr. Mo seemed to be becoming more and more stable. He felt that his spine was like a container, which could also be described as another icehouse.
Chapter completed!