He Longzi looked at Jiang Ning who was in meditation with emotion.
Only a certain loving father across from me was blushing from suppressing his laughter, not from suppressing a smile, but from shame and shame!
Fortunately, Jiang Ning's trance did not last long. Just when Ling Yunhai was awkwardly trying to find a crack in the void to slip into and never come out again in this life, Jiang Ning's body shook, and the holy shadow behind him suddenly turned into flying smoke and dissipated.
The death energy in his body seemed to have condensed into substance and returned to his body instantly!
Jiang Ning also opened his eyes!
But at this moment, when he opened his eyes, there was a holy shadow sitting in his eyes, there was a deathly aura lingering in his breath, and his whole temperament seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes, with a faint holy power, like
The roar of a dragon resounded through the void. It had a strong aura of death, allowing him to control life and death just like the ancient god of the underworld. He seemed to be able to exterminate the world with a single thought, and seemed to be able to save the common people with a single glance!
It's a pity that he never really learned peace after all!
The death aura of these holy shadows dissipated invisible the moment he opened and closed his eyes, and there was no way to maintain them.
But his body seemed to have undergone a radical change. His body seemed to have the holy aura of the ancient saints. His seventh infant of extinction seemed to have been washed and marrowed, and the death aura was contaminated with death.
The ghostly breath!
His eyes were very confused!
He wants to completely control the holy soul and completely absorb the ghostly energy of the dead!
It's a pity that everything collapsed the moment he opened his eyes, and what he finally kept was only a drop in the bucket and a drop in a million that he truly understood!
"Dad? And...Uncle Helongzi?"
The light returned to Jiang Ning's eyes. It was something that did not belong to him and could not be kept by force. He could only sigh, stand up and look at the person and soul in front of him.
Ling Yunhai's eyes were full of pride. He could see that his son seemed to be very dissatisfied. He wanted to keep those insights so much, but how could there be any truth in the world that he could keep them if he wanted to?
Ordinary disciples, let alone watching the battle and gaining insights, would not be able to comprehend the shadow of the holy soul and absorb the ghostly energy of the dead as quickly as their own son, even if they were to obtain peace with their own hands!
Senior Brother He Longzi is right, his son is definitely an unprecedented spiritual genius!
"Don't be discouraged. My father's Seven Killing Techniques of the Ancient Saints and your uncle's Netherworld Way of the Dead are nothing more than little Dao'er. They are not enough to be considered as Dao! What can the top ten most powerful Dao techniques above the ninetieth level do?
?No matter how powerful the Tao method is, it will never be as good as the Tao method. If there is a method, there will be a way to break it. The truly strongest way..."
Ling Yunhai looked at the top floor and sighed, "Let's go, it's time to say goodbye!"
Ling Yunhai looked at his senior brother He Longzi opposite.
It only took a moment for the brothers to meet each other. Only disciples can enter this Immortal Pagoda. Even though he is the Taoist Master of the Fourth Peak, he is not qualified to break into the tower. As the saying goes, Taoist Master breaking into the tower is tantamount to cheating and breaking the rules.
!
Therefore, even though he knew that his master and father were in the tower, he never had the chance to meet him. But today, he ruthlessly abandoned everything and rushed to the top of the tower with his son. On the contrary, a long-cherished wish was fulfilled!
"Junior brother, take care!"
He Longzi also sighed and cupped his hands towards Ling Yunhai. He just looked at Jiang Ning. Suddenly a ghostly fire flashed in his eyes. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I wonder if a little kid like me will be able to be as good as me in a thousand years or a hundred thousand years."
A person like a junior nephew, please join our Xianqing Sect again, and let me meet my junior brother again! Junior brother, this farewell may be...
Farewell, be sure to take care!"
He Longzi looked like he was crying. He was a soul and he had no tears, but the two old men couldn't help but hug each other and burst into tears.
"As for that?" Jiang Ning was speechless for a while. He knew that these people had already seen that he was not Ling Sansi, including his father Ling Yunhai. But Ling's father insisted on playing house with his son, so of course he had to accompany him!
When he entered Xianqing Sect, he had a mission from Ling Sansi, to apologize to his father for him, and to look at his father again for him!
When they finally parted after meeting each other, the two old men reluctantly separated, turning back three times with each step. Ling Yunhai led his beloved son, and finally passed the seventy-third floor and walked onto the avenue of magical powers within fifty people.
Seventy-fourth floor!
Here, it can no longer be the same as before. The tower-zhen ancient spirits we met gave way one after another, kneeling down and begging for mercy.
This is already the top fifty realms of the Three Thousand Avenues. Every tower-suppressing ancient spirit is a powerful ancient immortal and ancient god. Every tower-suppressing ancient spirit was once invincible and powerful in the world.
Characters. Every ancient spirit that suppresses the tower can no longer let their father and son pass easily!
If the tower-suppressing ancient spirits before the seventy-third floor were just trial disciples, then after the seventy-third floor, they would be the real disciples to kill!
If you don't dare to die, why do you set foot on the seventy-fourth floor?
If you don't dare to die, how can you have the courage to achieve the first fifty avenues?
If you don't dare to die, then get out as soon as possible. Don't waste your own life or your life!
However, it is a pity that the father and son who came up at this moment not only dare to die, but also fight for death. In their eyes, there is no life, only death, or to climb to the top of the fairy pagoda!
There is no way to look back, the only option is to fight for nine days!
Click, click, it's still a pile of bones, swaying to form a human figure, with flesh and blood gathered together, but this person is taller than the He Longzi on the seventy-third floor in front of him. This is an ancient barbarian, with seven iron pieces pierced into the top of his head.
Nail, his eyes were sewn shut by needles and threads, his breathing was like a dragon roaring and a cow panting, and his slight breath was like a hurricane that swept through the entire ancient world!
"Ling Daozun, that's interesting!"
"If you and I meet outside the tower, I will definitely worship you and praise you as Lord Lingtian!"
"It's a pity that I am an ancient spirit who suppresses the seventy-fourth floor of the tower, but I don't know that Venerable Ling's Seven Ancient Sage Killing Techniques can possibly surpass my Mantian Demon Divine Skill?"
The giant shadow of the barbarian slowly stood up. He was like a hill, holding a flaming thorn mace. The hammer seemed to be able to smash the heaven, and the thorn seemed to be able to penetrate the starry sky for thousands of years!
As soon as he stood there, he saw a barbarian god. The breath of the earth was stirred, and the infinite power of the earth gathered towards him. He was the master of this world, and he was the god of this level.
He has one man who can stand in front of him, and no one can stop him!
But after he finished speaking, he said softly, "Hey", and looked at Jiang Ning with his eyes covered with needlework, "You, a junior, have the aura of my barbarian tribe on your body. Who are you? Could it be that you have the blood of my barbarian tribe and are you a member of my barbarian tribe?"
"
Before he finished speaking, a pair of huge eyes suddenly appeared in the sky. Those eyes stared at Jiang Ning. Before Jiang Ning could answer, the ancient barbarian god snorted and sneered, "Who is it? It turns out to be the aura of the Kaitian barbarians.
It seems that you are a member of the troll tribe under the Open Sky? You, a junior, are just contaminated by the aura, but you can be blessed by the trolls and pass on the Barbarian God's Opening Heaven Art, but unfortunately, it is just a fragment of the Barbarian God!"
"Okay, okay! I didn't expect that after being trapped in this tower for tens of thousands of years, I would still meet my enemies!" He Longzi looked at Jiang Ning who was in meditation with emotion.
Only a certain loving father across from me was blushing from suppressing his laughter, not from suppressing a smile, but from shame and shame!
Fortunately, Jiang Ning's trance did not last long. Just when Ling Yunhai was awkwardly trying to find a crack in the void to slip into and never come out again in this life, Jiang Ning's body shook, and the holy shadow behind him suddenly turned into flying smoke and dissipated.
The death energy in his body seemed to have condensed into substance and returned to his body instantly!
Jiang Ning also opened his eyes! .???.
But at this moment, when he opened his eyes, there was a holy shadow sitting in his eyes, there was a deathly aura lingering in his breath, and his whole temperament seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes, with a faint holy power, like
The roar of a dragon resounded through the void. It had a strong aura of death, allowing him to control life and death just like the ancient god of the underworld. He seemed to be able to exterminate the world with a single thought, and seemed to be able to save the common people with a single glance!
It's a pity that he never really learned peace after all!
The death aura of these holy shadows dissipated invisible the moment he opened and closed his eyes, and there was no way to maintain them.
But his body seemed to have undergone a radical change. His body seemed to have the holy aura of the ancient saints. His seventh infant of extinction seemed to have been washed and marrowed, and the death aura was contaminated with death.
The ghostly breath!
His eyes were very confused!
He wants to completely control the holy soul and completely absorb the ghostly energy of the dead!
It's a pity that everything collapsed the moment he opened his eyes, and what he finally kept was only a drop in the bucket and a drop in a million that he truly understood!
"Dad? And...Uncle Helongzi?"
The light returned to Jiang Ning's eyes. It was something that did not belong to him and could not be kept by force. He could only sigh, stand up and look at the person and soul in front of him.
Ling Yunhai's eyes were full of pride. He could see that his son seemed to be very dissatisfied. He wanted to keep those insights so much, but how could there be any truth in the world that he could keep them if he wanted to?
Ordinary disciples, let alone watching the battle and gaining insights, would not be able to comprehend the shadow of the holy soul and absorb the ghostly energy of the dead as quickly as their own son, even if they were to obtain peace with their own hands!
Senior Brother He Longzi is right, his son is definitely an unprecedented spiritual genius!
"Don't be discouraged. My father's Seven Killing Techniques of the Ancient Saints and your uncle's Netherworld Way of the Dead are nothing more than little Dao'er. They are not enough to be considered as Dao! What can the top ten most powerful Dao techniques above the ninetieth level do?
?No matter how powerful the Tao method is, it will never be as good as the Tao method. If there is a method, there will be a way to break it. The truly strongest way..."
Ling Yunhai looked at the top floor and sighed, "Let's go, it's time to say goodbye!"
Ling Yunhai looked at his senior brother He Longzi opposite.
It only took a moment for the brothers to meet each other. Only disciples can enter this Immortal Pagoda. Even though he is the Taoist Master of the Fourth Peak, he is not qualified to break into the tower. As the saying goes, Taoist Master breaking into the tower is tantamount to cheating and breaking the rules.
!
Therefore, even though he knew that his master and father were in the tower, he never had the chance to meet him. But today, he ruthlessly abandoned everything and rushed to the top of the tower with his son. On the contrary, a long-cherished wish was fulfilled!
"Junior brother, take care!"
He Longzi also sighed and cupped his hands towards Ling Yunhai. He just looked at Jiang Ning. Suddenly a ghostly fire flashed in his eyes. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I wonder if a little kid like me will be able to be as good as me in a thousand years or a hundred thousand years."
A person like a junior nephew, please join our Xianqing Sect again, and let me meet my junior brother again! Junior brother, this farewell may be...
Farewell, be sure to take care!"
He Longzi looked like he was crying. He was a soul and he had no tears, but the two old men couldn't help but hug each other and burst into tears.
"As for that?" Jiang Ning was speechless for a while. He knew that these people had already seen that he was not Ling Sansi, including his father Ling Yunhai. But Ling's father insisted on playing house with his son, so of course he had to accompany him!
When he entered Xianqing Sect, he had a mission from Ling Sansi, to apologize to his father for him, and to look at his father again for him!
When they finally parted after meeting each other, the two old men reluctantly separated, turning back three times with each step. Ling Yunhai led his beloved son, and finally passed the seventy-third floor and walked onto the avenue of magical powers within fifty people.
Seventy-fourth floor!
Here, it can no longer be the same as before. The tower-zhen ancient spirits we met gave way one after another, kneeling down and begging for mercy.
This is already the top fifty realms of the Three Thousand Avenues. Every tower-suppressing ancient spirit is a powerful ancient immortal and ancient god. Every tower-suppressing ancient spirit was once invincible and powerful in the world.
Characters. Every ancient spirit that suppresses the tower can no longer let their father and son pass easily!
If the tower-suppressing ancient spirits before the seventy-third floor were just trial disciples, then after the seventy-third floor, they would be the real disciples to kill!
If you don't dare to die, why do you set foot on the seventy-fourth floor?
If you don't dare to die, how can you have the courage to achieve the first fifty avenues?
If you don't dare to die, then get out as soon as possible. Don't waste your own life or your life!
However, it is a pity that the father and son who came up at this moment not only dare to die, but also fight for death. In their eyes, there is no life, only death, or to climb to the top of the fairy pagoda!
There is no way to look back, the only option is to fight for nine days!
Click, click, it's still a pile of bones, swaying to form a human figure, with flesh and blood gathered together, but this person is taller than the He Longzi on the seventy-third floor in front of him. This is an ancient barbarian, with seven iron pieces pierced into the top of his head.
Nail, his eyes were sewn shut by needles and threads, his breathing was like a dragon roaring and a cow panting, and his slight breath was like a hurricane that swept through the entire ancient world!
"Ling Daozun, that's interesting!"
"If you and I meet outside the tower, I will definitely worship you and praise you as Lord Lingtian!"
"It's a pity that I am an ancient spirit who suppresses the seventy-fourth floor of the tower, but I don't know that Venerable Ling's Seven Ancient Sage Killing Techniques can possibly surpass my Mantian Demon Divine Skill?"
The giant shadow of the barbarian slowly stood up. He was like a hill, holding a flaming thorn mace. The hammer seemed to be able to smash the heaven, and the thorn seemed to be able to penetrate the starry sky for thousands of years!
As soon as he stood there, he saw a barbarian god. The breath of the earth was stirred, and the infinite power of the earth gathered towards him. He was the master of this world, and he was the god of this level.
He has one man who can stand in front of him, and no one can stop him!
But after he finished speaking, he said softly, "Hey", and looked at Jiang Ning with his eyes covered with needlework, "You, a junior, have the aura of my barbarian tribe on your body. Who are you? Could it be that you have the blood of my barbarian tribe and are you a member of my barbarian tribe?"
"
Before he finished speaking, a pair of huge eyes suddenly appeared in the sky. Those eyes stared at Jiang Ning. Before Jiang Ning could answer, the ancient barbarian god snorted and sneered, "Who is it? It turns out to be the aura of the Kaitian barbarians.
It seems that you are a member of the troll tribe under the Open Sky? You, a junior, are just contaminated by the aura, but you can be blessed by the trolls and pass on the Barbarian God's Opening Heaven Art, but unfortunately, it is just a fragment of the Barbarian God!"
"Okay, okay! I didn't expect that after being trapped in this tower for tens of thousands of years, I would still meet my enemies!"