"ah!"

The scream sounded in Ning Jiang's sea of ​​consciousness. This was not the source of his soul, but the soul of the red-haired old man, the great elder of the Star Sword Sect and the leader of the Huoyun Sect.

Ning Jiang asked the souls of these three people to be scapegoats.

"No, Deputy Sect Master, stop!"

The Great Elder of Star Sword Sect roared, but his voice could not be heard at all.

"Bang!"

After three breaths, all the souls of the three were shattered by the power of Yang Mu and turned into pure soul power.

Then there are the souls of other masters of the Evil Spirit Sect. Although they are not as good as the three powerful souls in the God-Snatching Realm, they all together can barely compare to one who is the God-Snatching Realm.

"Good come, that's it."

Ning Jiang sneered in his heart and continued to mock him: "Yang Mucheng, is this your soul in the immortal realm? Only this ability? What is the difference between you and a waste?"

"Die for me!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes were cold, and the soul of the Immortal Realm activated with all its strength, constantly bombarding Ningjiang.

How could his dignified primordial spirit in the Immortal Realm accept it if he could not even destroy Ningjiang's primordial spirit?

"Very good. With his power, I have the opportunity to refine the Temple Tower in one fell swoop."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Ning Jiang took out two magic weapons of the soul to withstand Yang Mucheng's soul attack.

It is quite difficult to refine the Temple of the Gods. If Ning Jiang did it himself, it would take at least a month.

These two magic weapons are just about refining them into the most primitive materials, which is a time-consuming task.

Just like a piece of iron, tempering takes time.

Now Ning Jiang uses Yang Mucheng's power to refine the soul of the Immortal Realm much more efficient than his own.

"Isn't dead yet?"

After dozens of attacks, Yang Mucheng was extremely shocked. After suffering dozens of attacks from him, it was incredible that Ning Jiang could still stand there steadily.

"Is he a treasure? I don't believe it. He will have no limit. If it doesn't work dozens of times, then it will be hundreds of times." Yang Mucheng's eyes ruthlessly and continued to activate the power of the soul.

"Click click."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, two solid magic weapons of the soul slowly appeared cracks.

Seeing this scene, Ning Jiang almost laughed out loud.

Yang Mucheng thought he was attacking him, but he didn't know that he was helping him and was just making wedding dresses.

"I want him to see some hope."

Ning Jiang thought about it and deliberately turned his face into pale. At the same time, he circulated the qi and blood in his body and gently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Hmm? He's about to lose his way!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes lit up, and he never doubted that the power of the immortal realm was like a vast sea tide, constantly impacting Ningjiang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Every dozen times, Ning Jiang made his face paler and vomited some blood.

"Hard, why don't you die yet!"

Bloodshots appeared in Yang Mucheng's eyes, and it was also a considerable consumption to activate the power of the soul for a long time.

Every time he thought Ning Jiang was about to fall, he stood there firmly.

"It's still a little bit!"

Inside the sea of ​​consciousness, two magic weapons of the soul are covered with cracks and are on the verge of limit.

"Yang Mucheng, you trash."

"Damn it! Go to death!"

With Yang Mucheng's anger, his soul attack became stronger than before.

"Crack!"

A broken sound echoed, and finally, the two magic weapons of the soul were completely shattered.

"Hahaha, Yang Mucheng, thank you for your help, the Temple of the Gods, Ning!"

Ning Jiang smiled long, and the three souls in the sea of ​​consciousness activated the God Annihilation Technique at the same time. The fragments of the two magic weapons began to merge with the broken soul power of others.

"Boom!"

As the fusion was carried out, a powerful wave of soul spread out from his mind, and gradually, a small tower appeared.

This small tower was very illusory at the beginning, but gradually became condensed.

"The Tower of Gods has been completed."

Looking at this small tower, Ning Jiang was delighted.

"What happened? What was the fluctuation just now?"

Yang Mucheng was shocked and noticed something was wrong.

"Yang Mucheng, I want to thank you for your strength. It was yours that helped me refine this magic weapon."

Ning Jiang said lightly, his eyebrows lit up and a small tower floated out.

The Temple of the Gods is not very big, it currently has only three levels, but as the power of the Temple of the Gods increases, the tower body will increase layer by layer.

"What? You're using me just now?"

He realized that he had been helping Ningjiang to temper magic weapons from beginning to end, which was equivalent to a free laborer, and his face turned pale.

"puff."

Angry and attacked her heart, Yang Muchenghuo was angry and vomited blood.

"So what about magic weapons? I want to see how powerful it can be."

Boom!

Another attack of the soul broke out, and such an attack was enough to annihilate the powerful man in the God-Snatching Realm.

“Buzz.”

The small tower vibrated slightly, emitting a misty beam, blocking the attack.

"It is no problem to refine the Gods Tower and resist the attack of the Immortal Realm of Yuanshen. However, it is still difficult to suppress the Immortal Realm."

Ning Jiang whispered that the power of the Temple of the Contemporary Gods is not enough to suppress the Immortal Realm.

According to his prediction, the tower body reaches four or five floors before it can be done.

Of course, if he encounters a powerful man in the God-Slaying Realm, like the leader of the Fire Cloud Sect, who directly throws out the God-Tenkle Tower, he can suppress and seal the soul in one round.

In short, if you can't defeat the Immortal Realm, you can still escape calmly.

"Yang Mucheng, it's time to end."

"End? Without Dream Daoyi, what else can you count as a matter of?"

Poplar becomes a sarcasm.

"Yeah?"

A sarcasm appeared in Ning Jiang's mouth, and with a palm in his hand, a long banner appeared in his hand.

Thunder flashes, dazzling and dazzling.

"This is"

Yang Mucheng's pupils shrank violently. How could he forget this thing? At that time, Meng Daoyi held this thing and stepped onto the Star Sword Sect, forcing the Star Sword Sect to bow his head.

Suddenly, he figured out something.

Although Meng Daoyi was wearing a mask, his body shape and figure were exactly the same as Ning Jiang?

"You're a dream"

Yang Mucheng screamed, but he couldn't finish his words. Ningjiang Tianlei Banner waved and a thunder thunder burst out.

"Rumbling."

The thick thunder landed down and flooded him.

When the thunder disappeared, Yang Mucheng's body disappeared together.

The power of the Tianlei Banner is enough to rival that of the powerful people in the Earth Martial Realm, so naturally Yang Mucheng can't fight it.

Swish.

Put away the thunder banner, and Ningjiang fell from the clouds.

Within the Star Sword Sect, the war continued, and both sides suffered casualties.

The only thing that is fortunate is that there are no powerful people in the Yuanshen Realm who have fallen on Ningjiang, but several powerful people in the Yuanshen Realm who have been seriously injured.

Among them, the great elder Meng Nanfeng was severely injured.
To be continued...