The ancestor of Qingcheng screamed, half of his head was bloody and bloody, and all the spiritual power in his body leaked out crazily.

Dantian, broken.

His hundred years of cultivation were destroyed in one day.

"Pfft..."

"You...you actually dare to destroy me, little bastard, I and you are inseparable, ah ah ah..."

The ancestor of Qingcheng was in pain and hysterical.

Ning Tao put his hands behind his hands, glanced at him with disgust, and said, "You are entirely responsible for today's consequences."

"What's the use of keeping you as an unfamiliar old thing, but don't worry, you won't die immediately. I want you to see with your own eyes how vulnerable the Kunlun Alliance you have taken refuge is in my eyes!

"

"This...this..."

The faces of Yan Yiyang and others became ugly. With one move, they killed the fourth level of Xu Lianxu with one move.

It seems that a dead camel is still bigger than a horse.

Gritting his teeth, he immediately shouted: "Where are all the disciples? Get this son for me and bring him back to the Kunlun Realm. I will apply for him the right to practice in the precious land for ten years."

When hundreds of people heard this, their eyes immediately turned red.

Ten...ten years!

If you really get it, even those with poor talent can break through to the Tao realm, while those with good talent can become a full-fledged monk in maybe a year or two.

This is definitely a huge temptation.

Lei Po was also moved. If he caught Ning Tao and asked Taoist Yuntian for merit, ten years would be a trivial matter, and he might even get his personal guidance.

It is said that he has received a great fortune and his current strength is unfathomable.

He immediately roared, walked out and said with a ferocious smile: "Back then you entered our Kunlun realm, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. Today, I will avenge my compatriots."

As soon as he appeared, all the disciples who were eager to try exclaimed: "It's Elder Lei Po. He's about to take action. It's said that his strength is close to the Tao realm."

"And he is a master of lightning skills, and he is domineering and fierce. He walked out of the thunder forbidden area in Kunlun Realm half a year ago unharmed."

"It seems that this boy is going to suffer. The name of Ning Mo is already a thing of the past."

Ning Tao was disdainful and playful: "I'll give you a chance. Fight as you like. If you can knock me back one step, even if you win, I hope you can arouse my interest."

Hearing this, Elder Lei Po became furious, how dare this bastard be so arrogant.

Do you think he is a loser like Qingcheng?

He immediately glared angrily and said, "Boy, you're dead. I'm going to make you... shatter to pieces in the thunder!"

As he spoke, violent spiritual power erupted, and his cultivation actually reached the eighth level of Void Refining.

His superficial strength can crush Qingcheng twice. I can see that his whole body is full of lightning, his eyes are like lightning, and he emits the sound of "crackling" thunder arcs. His hands are like threads, pulling out dense lightning arcs, and unexpectedly condenses a ferocious head.

Thunderhorn.

"It's here. Look, Elder Lei Po's famous stunt. It is said that he used this move to kill two Lianxu. Even the three Qingcheng ancestors couldn't catch it."

"Great, I'm sure to win," hundreds of disciples danced and were excited with joy.

Even the Qingcheng ancestors roared viciously.

"Tao Dharma, thunder shakes the world!"

"Ho ho ho..."

The Thunderhorn Beast was as fast as lightning and galloped through the air, crashing into Ning Tao like a bolt of lightning.

Wherever he passed, the square beneath his feet collapsed inch by inch, and a ravine was drawn out. It also attracted the infusion of spiritual energy from all around, making the move even more fierce. The disciples around him screamed and retreated violently.

Even Mu Li and Damei couldn't bear the pressure, and half-knelt on the ground with their faces flushed.

Yan Yiyang was surprised and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. Even if he blocked this move, it would be very difficult.

It seems that Lei Po has gained a lot of luck in the Forbidden Land of Thunder. With this blow, even a mountain or a Vajra can be smashed to pieces.

That kid is finished!

In the midst of those cheering screams, Ning Tao remained motionless. Mu Li, Monkey and others were frightened, but found that Ning Tao had no intention of getting out of the way.

Is he planning to use his body to carry it?

"You arrogant little brat, die!" Lei Po was furious and poured all his power into this attack.

In an instant, a thunder horned beast like a Tyrannosaurus meteorite crashed into Ning Tao with great force.

There was a crisp sound, and everyone's eyes widened, but they found that there was not the minced meat flying as expected, but the Thunderhorn Beast... shattered like a rain of light.

Ning Tao, on the other hand, was almost motionless, as if this was just tickling him.

"This... how is this possible?" Great Elder Lei Po was stunned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and screamed.

Hundreds of disciples were dumbfounded at this moment.

It feels like...the thunder is loud and the rain is light!

Ning Tao twisted his head and neck, lightly flicked his elastic robe, and said: "You have disappointed me very much."

The next second, Lei Po appeared in front of him like a ghost. Lei Po's pupils shrank and his roar erupted like a pool of thunder. But Ning Tao struck out with a palm and smashed his head into pieces at a speed ten times faster than him.

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There was a "bang" and the brains spilled all over the floor.

Everyone was stunned. A headless corpse knelt down in front of Ning Tao, with blood still spurting from its neck.

For a moment, there was deathly silence.

At this moment, hundreds of people's faces were as pale as paper, their spines were running cold, and their calves were trembling.

The ancestor of Qingcheng who kept screaming was stunned.

"Gulu...Gulu!"

"Is this...are we dreaming?"

At this time, Elder Yan Yiyang finally came out, with a solemn expression, but said proudly: "Do you know the difference between the virtual realm and the Tao realm?"

Ning Tao sneered and said jokingly: "Tell me and listen."

Hundreds of people also stared with wide eyes.

"In the Dao realm, the most powerful means is naturally Dao intention!"

"Only when one has comprehended a Taoist intention can one be considered a true Taoist realm. The strength is more than ten times stronger than that of the virtual realm. And I have mastered a Taoist intention."

Yan Yiyang said, smiling ferociously.

A wisp of flame rises from the soles of his feet, and the temperature rises. This is what he has mastered...the method of high temperature!

But Ning Tao was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It turns out to be a rubbish Dao that is not even a second-grade Dao."

"You...what did you say?"

Yan Yiyang was furious, and with an angry look, he condensed a huge fireball. The square was melted, the temperature was extremely high, all the disciples were sweating profusely, and they all retreated in panic.

Is this the strength of the Tao realm?

"Go to hell!"

Yan Yiyang swooped down, the flames raging into the sky, as if he was holding a fiery little sun in his hand.

Seeing this, Ning Tao slowly stretched out a hand and inserted it into the flames like a king. The devouring power exploded and he said lightly: "This... is called Dao's intention!"

"The way to swallow, the black hole!"

"Ah ah, I...my fire, not...my cultivation, ah ah, don't hit my cultivation..." In the flames, Yan Yiyang heard a blood-curdling scream.

In just a few breaths, he turned into a mummy.

Hundreds of disciples were stunned. Elder Yan Yiyang, the strongest person stationed here, died like this?

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Before they could react, hundreds of swords, guns, and axes were hitting the ground, turning them into a hornet's nest, and none of them even let out a scream.

The flesh and blood were dripping with blood, and some were even shattered.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of elite disciples were reduced to pieces of flesh, dead and silent, they died too quickly.

This is Ning Tao's soul control, which is similar to sword control, but far different. It is attached to a powerful weapon, but the grade is still six or seven.

How many of them can compete with such an edge?

"This...this..."

The ancestor of Qingcheng sat down on the ground, dumbfounded. Within a few breaths, the battle was over, and the Kunlun Alliance branch was destroyed.
Chapter completed!