"Where are my wife Qionghua and Luo Fei?" The murderous intention in Ning Cheng merged with his domain and slowly spread out. The monks with lower cultivation levels couldn't bear it at all and retreated one after another.
How could Mihui care about the life and death of an ant like Ji Luofei? Now when Ning Cheng asked, she just snorted coldly, "What qualifications does an unclean woman have to live in the Holy Land..."
Having said this, how could Ning Cheng be able to bear it? His murderous intent suddenly surged, and the spear in his hand rolled up a black hole and blasted it out. At the same time, he sarcastically said, "Your parents have also committed sin, to give birth to such a thing as you.
I guess you have long forgotten that you also have a scumbag with parents..."
The black color is not because Ning Cheng broke through the space, but because the killing intention of Ning Cheng's shot was too powerful, but it was invisible and invisible, directly ignoring the surrounding space. This extremely powerful killing intention made people feel
An illusion is that a black hole is created in space.
The surrounding space shrank under Ning Cheng's shot. It seemed that everyone under this shot would be killed and shattered by Ning Cheng's shot.
The monks with lower cultivation levels in the Wuji Holy Land instinctively retreated in all directions. If they walked slower, the spear intention in the void would fill everyone's heart with the idea of harvesting the soul.
Mi Hui, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more shaken. Faced with such a powerful murderous intention, Ning Cheng's words that made her mad were already thrown away by her. She was not someone who had never seen the world before. Ning Cheng's shot
Blast, she seemed to have seen a planet shatter before this shot. And she was just an insignificant scene on this planet. If she still waited, she would turn into powder along with this planet.
After cultivating to the realm of eternity, Mihui naturally knew that this was the mental oppression caused by Ning Cheng's shot. But knowing that she knew better, she could only resort to the Infinite Holy Sword to see if it was possible.
Ning Cheng's Wuhen Spear Intention has no trace at all. Even if Mi Hui is a strong person in the Eternal Realm, he still cannot find the real murderous intention of Ning Cheng's Spear Intent in a hurry. This is Wuhen.
Mi Hui didn't even look for the location of Ning Cheng's Spear Intention. What her Wuji Holy Sword brought out was not the sword light, but the icy white that filled the sky, covering the entire space like snowflakes.
The murderous intent of Ning Cheng's traceless spear intent condensed instantly, and finally formed a point. The majestic sword light and snowflakes wrapped Ning Cheng's spear intent, and exploded with an extremely cold and bone-chilling explosion.
Ning Cheng groaned at the sound of the explosion. He knew that the Eternal Realm monks were very strong. But Mi Hui was only in the early stage of the Eternal Realm and was so strong. He could actually spill out of the sword field and forcefully blast away his traceless magical power, allowing him to
There are traces of the traceless magical power.
"Boom", the spear intention and the sword domain struck together, Mi Hui was blown away by Ning Cheng's powerful star energy, and Ning Cheng also flew backwards for dozens of meters.
"Ding Dong..." Ning Cheng stood where he was, watching the high-grade Taoist spear in his hand break off and half fall to the ground.
A high-grade Taoist spear was actually broken by the opponent's sword. Ning Cheng frowned. The sword in Mi Hui's hand was definitely not an ordinary thing.
Ning Cheng simply dropped the spear in his hand on the ground, raised his hand and held out the Nirvana Spear. He took another step forward. Before the spear even moved, killing intent filled the sky.
Mi Hui's heart was even more disturbed, because Ning Cheng's consciousness was actually much stronger than hers. Otherwise, her sword domain would have kept Ning Cheng behind just now, but in fact, she was blown away further by Ning Cheng. If
Not that the Wuji Holy Sword in her hand was the second treasure of the Wuji Holy Land, but she was already injured, let alone Ning Cheng's magic weapon.
Seeing Ning Cheng offering a new magic weapon, Mi Hui took a breath and shouted coldly, "The snow is falling and the ice is frozen..."
Ning Cheng was stronger than she thought.
The Wuji Holy Sword in Mi Hui's hand suddenly turned into nothingness, and then pieces of snowflakes fell. Everything in the world turned into snowflakes at this moment, and even Mi Hui turned into snowflakes falling between the heaven and the earth, just like the heaven and the earth.
Strong restraint and oppression came, and Ning Cheng felt that his body became cold, and then his skin began to crack. It seemed that the next moment, his body would crack, and then turn into the same cold as the surroundings.
snowflake.
This is magical power...
Ning Cheng understood immediately. In just an instant, the endless snowflakes condensed and formed icebergs. The icebergs became bigger and bigger, like meteors all over the sky bombarding Ningcheng. The space was filled with these snowflakes and icebergs.
Squeezed together, Ningcheng's living space becomes smaller and smaller.
Bingxue carries a sob that penetrates the human soul, while Bingshan carries a death-like depression, all of which are aimed at Ning Cheng. Perhaps only death can make this depression dissipate, and only death can be freed from it.
Come.
The sky became misty, and the disciples around Wuji Holy Land could only see a white world at this time, and they could only feel an icy atmosphere. They were whimpering and roaring!
Beautiful snowflakes and ice and snow are raging in this world, filled with an aura of death. No one's consciousness can penetrate into this world of ice and snow, and no one can touch this world of ice and snow. It seems that as long as one gets close to this world
, will turn into nothingness, and will be killed by ice and snow.
"This is the ultimate magical power of my Wuji Holy Land, Luo Xue Feng Feng..."
"What a powerful magical power, the heaven and earth of the Wuji Holy Land will last forever!"
"The Holy Lord exists in heaven and earth forever..."
"Kill this ignorant ant..."
"killed……"
…
The magical power of this frozen world comes out, and the entire world is controlled by this frozen world. Everything is contained in this ice.
At this moment, no one thinks that Ning Cheng is still alive, and can he still be alive with this magical power? What a joke. All the disciples of Wuji Holy Land have only one mood at this time, pride, pride for Wuji Holy Land, and that they have such a powerful power.
A Holy Lord is proud.
The Wuji Holy Land possesses such powerful magical powers and has such a powerful Holy Master, yet someone dares to come to the Holy Land to provoke them. This is seeking death.
Ning Cheng did not come to Wuji Holy Land to seek death. He came to take away Luo Fei and Qiong Hua. He came to tell Wuji Holy Land who Luo Fei and Qiong Hua were.
No matter how suppressed the sobbing Bingxue was, she could only scratch some marks on Ning Cheng's skin and make a few more rips in Ning Cheng's clothes. Even if Ning Cheng stood still and did not resist, Luoxue's ice-sealing magical power wanted to cut Ning Cheng's clothes.
The city starry sky body's body refining and tearing, this magical power is not enough, far from enough.
Ning Cheng allowed the iceberg to suppress him, and allowed the whining ice and snow to tear through him. He just took another step, and the spear in his hand drew a semicircle from back to front with him as the center, pointing at Mihui.
At this moment, the ice and snow in the world came to a standstill, at this moment the oppressive icebergs condensed, and at this moment all the surrounding ice and snow, the world and the earth were frozen.
A dustpan-sized sunset appeared between the ice and snow. This sunset carried the sadness of dusk and the sadness of being left alone.
As long as everyone sees this sunset, they will think that one day they will be like this sunset, gradually sinking into depression, gradually turning into withered bones, and gradually being forgotten...
This is despair, this is the despair of stillness, this is the despair of life being still.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk!
Supernatural power, sunset and dusk!
"Am I going to be like this dusk one day, gradually fading?" Mi Hui completely forgot about her magical power, Luo Xue Feng, stared blankly at the setting sun in front of her eyes and murmured to herself.
No, I will never fall like this dusk. I am a strong person in the eternal realm. I will go on forever. I will coexist with heaven and earth. I will let the Wuji Holy Land coexist with heaven and earth, shining in the starry sky...
No, this is not sunset, this is magical power. This magical power suppresses my magical power...
Why do I feel the stillness around me? This is actually the magical power of the Law of Time?
When Mi Hui woke up, she was in a state of disbelief. She had heard about the magical power of the Law of Time many times, but this was the first time she had seen it.
No, I absolutely cannot die! Seeing the spear coming to the center of her eyebrows, Mi Hui let out a crazy tearing cry from the bottom of her heart.
She succeeded, she escaped from Ningcheng's sunset. But her success came a little late, as Ningcheng's spear struck her between the eyebrows.
"Old witch, today I, Ningcheng, will bloodbath the Wuji Holy Land..."
When Mihui heard these words, she completely forgot that she was about to die under Ning Cheng's magical power, completely forgot about her glory, but knelt down on the ground and screamed in grief, "Please don't destroy the Wuji Holy Land...
"
Some regrets welled up in her heart, and she recalled Mi Jin's vague reminder to her that Ning Cheng didn't seem to be simple, so don't do anything too perfect. But she had already done things to perfection.
"Pfft..." The spear penetrated Mi Hui's eyebrows, causing a rain of blood.
Mi Hui died with eyes closed, still looking at Ning Cheng blankly, and murmured, "Please don't destroy the Wuji Holy Land, the Wuji Holy Land must be passed on..."
Ning Cheng clenched his spear and said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to talk about inheritance? You, a scumbag who even his parents have forgotten, actually talked about inheritance to me. Can you be more shameless?"
After saying this, Ning Cheng twisted the Nirvana Spear in his hand, and Mi Hui's broken spirit was directly crushed by Ning Cheng's spear.
Perhaps it was Ning Cheng's words that reminded her. In her dying breath, Mi Hui suddenly thought of her parents. When she was practicing Taoism in the Wuji Holy Land, she had long forgotten who her parents were. She was really not qualified to talk about inheritance.
? Her consciousness finally blurred...
The disciples of Wuji Holy Land, immersed in the beautiful dusk, woke up at this moment, and then they saw the scene of Holy Master Mihui falling to the ground and dying.
"Holy Lord..." The new saint, who was still seriously injured, let out a mournful hiss and rushed forward.
Ning Cheng tightened his grip on the Nirvana Spear and did not move. He sacrificed the Sunset Dusk to Mihui, and he paid the price. The stronger the opponent's cultivation, the greater his own strength was required to sacrifice the Sunset Dusk.
Fortunately, he is still a body-refining cultivator, and an extremely strong body-refining cultivator. Otherwise, under Mi Hui's magical power of ice and snow, his Sunset Dusk may not be able to stabilize her.
Looking at the terrified Wuji Holy Land disciples around him, Ning Cheng's eyes turned red, and his murderous intention gradually grew. The moment he learned that Luo Fei had been killed by Mi Hui, the murderous intention in his heart became stronger and stronger.
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