"Rumble...!"

A huge mushroom cloud rose, the extremely high temperature climbed rapidly, and the eardrums were about to be burst.

After Ning Tao detonated it, he quickly retreated, but his eyes were still on the door. Taoist Yuntian's figure completely disappeared inside, without a trace.

The next second, the portal headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

"Boom boom...!"

And then, the Little Nuclear God's peripheral shock wave spread here at the same time, swallowing him up.

Tens of thousands of people looked up at this scene, their faces all pale and nervous. To be honest, neither party knew what to do, and there was no news from the leader.

Taoist Yuntian abandoned everyone and fled alone.

And Ning Tao didn't give any orders. Besides, they were weak and had to think carefully about what they wanted to do.

Tens of thousands of people were lying on the ground. When the shock wave passed, Hongmeng and others quickly got up. Leader Ning was also in the outer area of ​​the explosion.

The temperature is rising and it is very difficult for people to stay.

But after an unknown amount of time, a silhouette suddenly appeared, crawled out of the ruins, and walked toward the core area step by step, ignoring the high temperature.

My vision is blurry and I can only see roughly.

Not long after, the silhouette gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, holding two blurry heads in his hands. Although they were bloody from the explosion, they could vaguely be identified as Yun Zhongzi and Yunyangzi.

The pupils of the nearly 10,000-strong Kunlun army shrank, and their faces suddenly turned pale and cold.

The leader of the second stage was also defeated.

Ning Tao's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth and looked towards Kunlun Mountain. The Hunyuan Sect also flew there, and the swallowing disappeared. He only felt that Kunlun Mountain... was dead, and it gave him the feeling of lifelessness.

If it looked towering, spectacular, and majestic before, now it looks like a young man with his head held high suddenly turned into a slender old man.

It exudes the air of death and has no trace of vitality.

Ning Tao was trembling all over, it must be that the Nine Demons Seizing Soul Pot had successfully devoured it, and he could not feel any breath of Taoist Yuntian now.

I'm afraid, I have returned to Kunlun Realm.

"Damn bastard, bastard!"

Suddenly, the spirit in Yun Zhongzi's head fluctuated, and before dissipating, he said with a smile: "Haha, everything is over, we are defeated, but this is only temporary, the future world is still ours."

"Enjoy your last remaining breath, haha, and wait for the day of your destruction."

Yunyangzi's soul dissipated at this moment. Yun Zhongzi laughed and dissipated with the wind.

The Little Nuclear God did not kill them, but Ning Tao killed them easily, resisting the high temperature and chopped off their heads. At this moment, the two masters of refining gods died.

Ning Tao glanced at the two of them faintly, as if muttering to himself: "It's not yet certain who will kill whom!"

"Tap tap...!"

Carrying two heads, half the body of Zen Master Long Xiang, and the dilapidated remains of Master Lei Punishment.

Looking down at the Kunlun army from a high altitude, he said coldly: "I will give you two choices. I will make a decision for you within ten breaths. One is life, the other is death."

"What?"

More than 20 god-level people were in a hurry, and finally a highly respected person was revealed.

I saw a skinny old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life walked out. He was called Xianyun He. He was once a genius of the Yuntian Palace. Later, he left the sect and lived a free and easy life as Xianyun Yehe.

Judging from the current situation, his qualifications, strength, and identity are enough to represent the entire Kunlun world.

The latter gave a wry smile, took a shaky step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Hui Ning Alliance Leader, who doesn't want to live a good life? Our choice is of course life.

"But I think it's not that simple!"

"Whoosh...!"

Hongmeng and a dozen other gods came to Ning Tao's side. The Shaolin ancestor was panting heavily with blood dripping from his body. The others were also miserable, with not a single piece of meat in their bodies.

The latter glanced at it and found that Xuanwu was gone. He died for Suzaku. The ancestor of Tianshan was seriously injured and passed out. Several other ancestors were seriously injured and could only be carried with one breath. The ancestor of Emei... was also gone.

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Looking at the Hongmeng monks below, out of the more than 3,000 cavalrymen who had been scraped here and there, only a thousand were left. Each one of them seemed to have crawled out of a pool of blood, holding on to the broken weapons of the remaining soldiers, not to mention how miserable they were.

They looked at each other, their eyes were red, and they couldn't help but want to cry.

War, this is war.

Too cruel, too bloody, too terrible.

Many people have a thought in mind: Why is there a war?

The best and strongest brother, the Tianshan female disciple whom I have been secretly in love with for a long time, the elder...those familiar figures can no longer be seen, and my heart is like a knife.

Ning Tao's heart was like a knife, and he gritted his teeth and said ferociously: "If you want to survive, you can agree to my conditions."

"Leader Ning, please speak!" Xian Yunhe said hard and painfully. "Okay, I can let you troops go. After all, you are obeying orders. Although I hate you, I hate your leader even more.

They are the ones who started this war, and their crimes are unpardonable!"

Ning Tao said coldly every word with a grimace on his face.

The nearly thirty gods in Kunlun felt cold in their hearts, as if they had some bad premonition welling up in their hearts.

The next second, Ning Tao forcefully shattered the remains in his hands, and said ruthlessly: "Only two Refining Gods are left, and the rest...you all commit suicide!"

"What?"

The faces of the Kunlun gods turned pale.

Just as Xianyunhe was about to speak, Ning Tao said coldly: "Remember, you only have ten breaths. Once the time passes, you will be destroyed by artillery fire."

"Don't think that I don't dare or that I can't do it. One nuclear weapon is enough to kill more than ten thousand of you. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

"One, three...!"

Hearing these rapid numbers, everyone was so frightened that they even begged for mercy to no avail.

Elder Zhou, Shaolin Patriarch and others showed complicated expressions. This may be the best way. After all, there are more than 10,000 Kunlun troops here. Even if they use nuclear weapons, the price will be high for them. This is the best way to do it.

Once they die in the divine realm, they will no longer have the ability to do things right.

The hearts of all the gods were raised to their throats. Don't look at Ning Tao's current situation. He had killed two leaders just now, and his prestige was no less than that of Yuntian Dao.

"Eight, nine...!"

"etc!"

Xianyunhe suddenly shouted, not knowing what decision he had gone through, and said bitterly: "I can't be their master, but I still have my master in my hands."

"This is our sin. In order to preserve my Kunlun Incense, I... am willing to kill future generations!"

Just as he slapped his Tianling Cap hard, Ning Tao suddenly sneered and said: "Don't be in a hurry to die. You are the only one among those two people. You will take the blame."

"You will still need to lead the Kunlun world in the future. If anything happens, I will only look for you!"

"call……!"

The wind from the palm had already reached the forehead, even blowing the hair on the forehead, but it suddenly stopped.

Xianyunhe closed his eyes in pain, and only two words flashed through his mind: "Puppet!"

The eyes of the Kunlun gods were ashen and their faces were filled with prayers.

As everyone knows, Ning Tao is so anxious at the moment that he cannot discuss with them at all, because he will never let Taoist Yuntian off so easily.
Chapter completed!