"How can I lose to a ghost like you? You want me to die? But you, die to me!!"
Jiang Ning raised his hand and pointed at the ancient god's giant hand, like an immortal king holding up the sky, the God of Destruction's finger carrying the power of the years, based on the infinite immortal meaning of the Aether Spiritual Sutra, the five-color totem's divine light was mighty, penetrating everything, tearing apart nothingness, in an instant
Facing the giant hand, with a bang, the world exploded!
Snapped!
There was an extremely slight crisp sound, and the sky pointed by Jiang Ning cracked like a mirror, and then it shattered inch by inch very quickly!
Even the giant hand of the ancient god stopped there forever the moment it landed on Jiang Ning's head. ??
If you look carefully, you can see a small black hole penetrating the back of the hand in the palm of this huge mountain-like hand. Although this black hole is small, the supreme immortality in it, accompanied by the power of reversing the years, instantly makes this giant hand...
Annihilate nothingness, as if it had never existed, dissipating between heaven and earth!
More than that, this pointer pointed out that the sky was shattered, the earth collapsed like powder, mountains and rivers disappeared, rivers disappeared, everything between heaven and earth turned into nothingness and disappeared, and the entire fifty-nine-layer ancient world of the netherworld was left with only time in an instant.
The phantom of the ancient god looked like a mountain, and Jiang Ning was suspended in front of him, like an ant, but shining like the sun!
"You old bastard who has been dead for who knows how many thousands of years, you still dare to kill me?"
"See clearly, this is how powerful you and I are. If I kill you, it will be like squeezing an ant to death!"
Opposite, the ancient mountain god's eyes widened and his body was trembling slightly!
"This, this is impossible!!"
"How could this happen? How could this happen??"
"You cheated! Someone must have helped you, little bastard, break into my ancient Netherworld!"
"How can an ant like you destroy our ancient world of Netherworld?"
"Impossible! Impossible! Junior, little bastard, you will die!!"
The ancient god roared furiously, and there was no trace of the majesty of the god. He was furious. He couldn't believe how a small son of the Taoist Master of the Fourth Peak could destroy his annihilation hand, and how he could destroy his fifty-ninth level.
Ancient Netherworld??
When the violent ancient mountain god raised his hand, an ancient sword with a vague ancient meaning appeared in his hand again. The ancient sword was stained with rust, countless ancient runes intertwined and appeared, and countless sobs and howls came from the ancient sword.
Look, those are all ghosts killed by this sword!
"You can let me kill you with the Ancient Soul Sword, you little bastard, and you will die without any regrets!"
"Die!"
Cut it off with one sword!
Jiang Ning's eyes were like fire, staring closely at the ancient sword that was coming!
He radiates all kinds of divine light like the sun, and he will continue to fight! Fight! Fight!
It's just... it's a pity that he knew it very well, and he had already used all his strength with just one finger.
Even though he looks like a sun, even though his whole body is filled with infinite immortality.
However, it is finally the end.
If he moves even a little bit more, his body will burst into pieces in an instant, and he will also exit this dreamland at that moment!
It's not that he doesn't have the strength to fight again, he still has endless fighting spirit and overwhelming fighting spirit!
But after all, this body couldn't hold his fighting spirit. His fighting spirit, this body, restricted him!
"It's a pity that I can't kill you ghost with my own hands after all!"
Jiang Ning grinned sadly, raised his hand again with all his strength, and pointed at the Ancient Soul Sword.
This pointed out that he was about to say goodbye to this Xianqing Sect and his father who loved him extremely.
Maybe this will be a farewell forever!
Jiang Ning sighed, welcoming the end.
However, at the moment when he clicked the last finger and waited for the dream to end.
Outside the Immortal Treasure Pagoda, Ling Yunhai is in charge of the mountain-holding Immortal Treasure. Behind him, the phantoms of the Seven Saints stand towering above the sky. Half of the Immortal Qing Sect is enveloped by his proud fighting spirit and murderous thoughts. The peaks around the Immortal Treasure Pagoda are
Turned into fragments, if he hadn't cared about the son in the tower, he would have smashed the Immortal Pagoda to pieces!
"Master Ling, think twice! Think twice about naming your son. How could you be so reckless? You..."
"shut up!"
Ling Yunhai stared coldly at the three Taoist monks who were still standing in front of him. These three Taoist monks had been seriously injured, and only the first Taoist monk was still able to speak.
But even so, they still stood firm in front of the Immortal Pagoda and would rather die than retreat!
"It seems that you really want to die at the hands of me, Ling Yunhai!"
Ling Yunhai's eyes were cold, how could he not know that the Immortal Pagoda was the foundation of the Immortal Sect?
How could he not know that what he was about to do was breaking the rules?
But again, this sect and this tower have long since disappeared!
He has been waiting for a hundred thousand years, he has been looking forward to it for a hundred thousand years, he has been waiting for this day!
His biological son is right in front of him. He has repented. He has realized his mistake. How can I not give him a chance to change his ways?
The bastards from these three mountains, knowing that everything is determined by fate, dare to fight to the death to stop him?
Thinking of the friendship between his fellow disciples, he withdrew his killing moves several times. Otherwise, would it be possible for these three Taoists to survive him for several rounds?
"I'm sorry!"
Ling Yunhai sighed, and a terrifying murderous intention erupted from the ancient holy tower in his palm. The holy power surrounded him, and he was about to end the lives of these three great masters. He broke through their obstacles and stepped onto the fifty-ninth floor of the fairy pagoda!
But just at this moment, he suddenly heard something in his heart, as if something important was being lost rapidly. It was the most important thing and the most important person in his life. He was leaving, he was about to leave here, and he was saying goodbye to himself!
"My son!!"
Ling Yunhai suddenly widened his eyes and looked towards the fifty-ninth floor of the Immortal Pagoda, and saw Jiang Ning just pointing out the last finger, the God-Destroying Finger of Time, carrying the last of the immortal will and the power of the totem, to attack the ancient soul sword in an instant!
The ancient soul sword was crushing towards Jiang Ning like a heaven and earth. His finger could not break the sword at all, and even the sword could not be broken.
The sword blade didn't even pause for a moment, and it slashed straight towards the top of Jiang Ning's head!
"Ah!! Bold ancient soul, you are seeking death!!"
If Ling Yunhai, who fought fiercely against the Three Great Dao Masters and collapsed countless immortal mountains, just fell into madness, then at this moment he was completely crazy!
How could he let his son die? How could he watch his son die??
That is the most important person to him!
That was the person he had waited for for a hundred thousand years and finally waited for!
He has already disappeared in the eternal years, and has been lost in the long river of time!
But his will has always been waiting for him, waiting for his only son, the most important son!
For him, he is willing to abandon everything!
"My son is not afraid! Dad is here, and he will never let you get hurt in any way! Dad will protect you! Regardless of the eternity of fairy dust, regardless of the eternity of time, dad will always be there, always be there!!"
"Ling Daozun!"
The three Taoist Masters seemed to want to make a final struggle, and they all took action to stop Ling Yunhai.
It's a pity that if Ling Yunhai hadn't deliberately compromised before and would always put away his killing moves, how could they have persisted until now?
Among the Four Great Dao Masters, the fourth peak is the strongest, and the Seven Killing Techniques of the Ancient Saints, is this fame in vain?
But at this moment, Ling Yunhai Ke Wuxia was entangled with these three Taoist masters again. He immediately roared, and the shadows of the seven holy souls behind him instantly became angry, and at the same time, he uttered the ancient holy voice of "Retreat!"
"Poof!!" The three Taoists who had just rushed in front of Ling Yunhai spit out blood. Their souls were suppressed by the holy soul. If Ling Yunhai hadn't saved a hand, they would have been completely destroyed at this moment!
But fortunately, Ling Yunhai finally thought of the friendship between the same sect. The three of them did not die, but they also retreated wildly, knocking over dozens of mountains with a rumble, and almost destroying the entire Xianqing Sect!
"No way! Ling Daozun!!"
Taoist Master of the First Peak reached out in pain, but he could only see Ling Yunhai's figure stepping into the Immortal Treasure Pagoda and descending to the fifty-ninth floor in an instant!