Four hundred and twentieth chapters ruthless for ruthless
"master.."
Ning Nitian raised his head slightly, and his eyes met the old man's eyes slightly. The old man still had a look of doting in his eyes, smiled slightly, and said two words.
"Idiot!"
Reality! In the void, Ning Nitian, who was standing in mid-air, suddenly froze, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell heavily to the ground. The lotus flower turned again, and the brilliance appeared again.
"May the Heavenly Lord be safe!"
At the top of the world, Ning Nitian was sitting alone on the dragon chair, wearing a heavenly crown and a nine-dragon robe. He was receiving the salutes of the immortals. When he looked at him, he saw a white-haired old man sitting under his right hand.
, seeing what he was looking at, the old man smiled lightly and gave a slight greeting.
Looking again, I saw a person standing timidly at the end of the group of immortals. When he saw what he was looking at, he trembled and quickly lowered his head. Isn't it Yang Huang or who else?
"Haha, come on, come on..."
Ning Nitian waved slightly, but the immortals didn't know what was going on. They all turned sideways and looked at Yang Huang, who was the only one at the end. Looking at the smiles of the Heavenly Lord and...
I dare not move forward...
"Bold..."
Seeing Yang Huang doing this gesture, there was a shout among the immortals
"You little immortal..."
"Report..."
A hurried shout suddenly sounded outside the hall. When the immortal heard the words, he could only look at Yang Huang hatefully, then looked at the outside of the hall hatefully, and finally suppressed his words with hatred.
"pass..."
Tianzun spoke, and a white-armored soldier suddenly appeared in the hall, only to see him fall to the ground;
"Tianzun, there is something strange outside the sky"
"Um?"
Ning Nitian thought for a moment, then disappeared into the hall in a flash. Seeing this, the immortals followed him in the clouds and fog.
Outside the sky, a huge black eye suddenly appeared in the sky, surrounded by black clouds slowly flowing, it was really scary...
"Do all the immortals know this?
Ning Nitian looked back and looked around, and the immortals suddenly...
At this moment, the pupils appeared above everyone in an instant. When the immortals looked up, the void in their eyes collapsed and destroyed, and a beam of light flashed down, heading straight towards Ning Nitian.
"Tianzun, Tianzun, be careful..."
The immortals shouted repeatedly, but Ning Nitian seemed unaware and turned around in confusion. The light came instantly and penetrated from Ning Nitian's head.
"startled!"
In just a moment, Ning Nitian's body leaned weakly and fell down.
"This day...I?..God..."
Ning Nitian screamed loudly in his heart, and countless thoughts rolled in his mind, but they all ended up in nothingness.
At the moment he fell, his eyes moved forward, and he suddenly saw the crowd of immortals shouting in fear, and also saw Yang Huang at the end of the crowd. His face seemed to be filled with fear and consternation, and his eyes were full of fear.
But it seemed that with a trace of teasing, Ning Nitian stretched out his finger with all his strength, pointed towards Yang Huang tremblingly, it was slightly in the air, and his right hand fell down weakly, the look in his eyes gradually dissipated, and returned to
Nirvana.
"puff...!"
On the top of Qiwu Mountain, Ning Nitian closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground. Another mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, scattering on the soil in front of him, turning into dots of brown plum blossoms. At this moment, his sword eyebrows were frowned, his face was like gold paper, and his breath was chaotic.
Unbearable, crumbling!
In the air!, the five-color lotus was spinning continuously at this moment. It was hurling, mixed with the sound of wind, and shot straight towards Ning Nitian. At this moment, among the various colored lotus petals, figures such as Ren Tu, Qing... were looming, swallowing swords,
The phantom sword appears and disappears. In the trance, the person is both a sword and the sword is a lotus.
"Wind...wind...wind..."
There were bursts of thunderous shouts again, and suddenly a strong wind blew up in Qiwu. A huge wind scroll was formed instantly, and in the center of this phoenix scroll was the sword, the lotus, and the man...
"kill..."
A loud roar
The sword and the wind came in the blink of an eye, and went straight to Ning Nitian's head. It was closer, closer, and closer. The tip of the sword was close to Ning Nitian's head, and it penetrated inch by inch. The next moment, his head was broken and bleeding.
The next second, the brain matter exploded,
Yang Huang smiled. He looked at the monsters in the black lotus and lingered at the gray lotus petals. He knew that he had won this time. He cut the past first, then the future, and then the present. Ning Nitian
It will disappear forever in the long river of history, and it will be endless fun to fight against the sky...
"Ha ha ha ha..."
A long roar
"Hahaha, hahaha"
The same thing is howling together
Who, who? Yang Huang was suddenly shocked
I saw Ning Nitian sitting cross-legged on the ground with a slanted smile on his face, and the long roar came from his mouth
"kill...."
Yang Huang was so heartbroken that the lotus flower burst out with a burst of light.
"bite......"
A golden crisp sound echoed in Qiwu Mountain, lasting for a long time... The sword was difficult to penetrate even half a point...
The next moment, Ning Nitian suddenly opened his eyes, and two gleams of light flashed in his eyes, with a faint and violent sound, just like the awakening of insects in spring. He gradually struggled to stand up.
"So what if you are heaven, the lotus will destroy the world..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the five-color light burst out from the sword body and merged into Ning Nitian's body in an instant. The red light sucked Ning Nitian's blood and energy, the white light swept through the muscles and veins, the yellow light went straight into the organs, the black light confused the mind, and the gray light plundered the vitality.
Ning Nitian's five orifices bled, and tears came out. In an instant, he turned into withered bones, and fell to the ground lightly without stirring up any dust. "Yin" was inserted sideways beside him, and the sword trembled slightly.
Seeing this, the lotus flowers dispersed in the blink of an eye, leaving only a big hole where Zi Ning Ni Tian's head penetrated. It was dark, without the slightest light. In a flash of light, Ren Tu and other four figures appeared. On the other side, there were tens of thousands of soldiers and those
middle-aged man
"Father...Mother..."
Yang Huang murmured, tears flowing down uncontrollably. The breeze in the mountain blew by, and the clothes made a soft sound. The three of them looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly smiled, Yang Huang strode forward and stepped forward.
The three of them hugged each other tightly,
"Cauldron! (Big Brother) (Big Brother)"
At the same time, three people including the fat man in precious clothes, the man in white armor and a thin old man appeared on the top of the mountain. Behind him, a group of disciples were standing in a row to help the wounded and disabled, and looked at Yang Huang quietly with pairs of bright eyes.
There was not a trace of noise, not a trace of groan.
After a while, Yang Huang raised his head. His mother gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. In the eyes of his father's stern but gratifying eyes, he turned around and held up "Dream Chaser" to face the blazing light.
He said happily:
"This battle is won..."
Winner! Seeing Yang Huang utter these two words, the disciples suddenly smiled. Regardless of the pain on their bodies, they squinted their eyes and patted each other on the shoulders of their fellow disciples. The boss opened his mouth, wanting to shout loudly.
"Won? Oh! Really?"
Shan Jian's dull response strangled the cheers of the crowd in his throat. The disciples who were still hugging and cheering suddenly separated, holding magic weapons, standing in all directions, and mana spread in the air and turned into dots.
The ripples search for someone to respond.
"Look, you let me see the past and the future. I asked you to talk to your parents more about the old days. The cycle of cause and effect, I can't say it wrong!"
Hearing this, Yang Huang turned around suddenly, and saw that Ning Nitian, who had become a withered skeleton, stood up slowly, with his cracked skin tightly sticking to the bones. As Ning Nitian stood, there was a clicking sound in the bone marrow.
, the dark eye sockets were empty, but they gave off a seductive look. A jeering smile burst out of his mouth, tightening the dry skin, and he raised his head and said with memories;
"It's been a long time since I saw my master, it's been too long."
Turning around, his dark eye sockets were facing Yang Huang and others, and he suddenly bent down to salute.
"Uncle and aunt, we had a quick farewell, but now we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman gently pulled Yang Huang's hand, her jade head lightly chinned in response. The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and drew out his sword. The tens of thousands of soldiers behind him all leaned forward with their swords, ready to attack at any time.
Fight.
"What? Are you not happy to see me?"
Ning Nitian asked slightly, looked around, looked at his hands and feet, and suddenly realized;
"Oh, this body? The body is just a piece of shit, why should you care so much? It's reasonable to wear clothes and see off your friends."
As he spoke, a red light slowly rose from Ning Nitian's heels. Wherever the red light went, the blood and bones were reborn and restored to their original state. After a while, a handsome man appeared in front of Yang Huang again.
"Evil magic?"
"Awesome"
Rentu and the fat man in white were stunned.
Yang Huang also had a puzzled look on his face, holding Zhu Meng tightly with his right hand. The demon and Qing Ze tried their best to restore their magic power. The white-armored man and the old man looked at each other, and the disciples around them moved around, hiding the seriously injured disciple behind them.
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Ning Nitian remained indifferent, strolled over and pulled out "Yin" and said slowly;
"Heaven controls life and death. It can ascend or hide. When it is born, it creates all things. When it dies, it makes the sea collapse. When it rises, it rides on the universe. When it hides, it is hidden among all things. Can you kill me?
"Can you kill me?"
"Can you kill me?"
These light words were like a sharp thorn, piercing into Yang Huang's heart hatefully. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. The middle-aged woman on the side saw this and hurriedly grabbed him. Yang Huang turned around and moved towards the middle-aged woman.
The young woman showed a sad smile and stood on the ground with great reluctance.
"Since it can't be killed, then..."
Ning Nitian bent down and saluted again, speaking in a straight and clear tone;
"Then...please invite your uncles, aunts and brothers to die..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Nitian closed his eyes and rose into the sky. Then the wind and clouds suddenly changed. Dark clouds instantly swept across the entire sky. Strong winds came from all directions. The sand and earth were blown by the ulala, causing everyone to faint and crawl.
On the ground.
When Qing found Yang Huang, he was collapsed on the ground, his face was sad, and his eyes were looking at the sky lifelessly. The yellow sand slapped on him, making a thumping sound, but he seemed unaware of the middle-aged man beside him.
The woman was half-kneeling on the ground, her eyes red, and she couldn't stop crying. When the middle-aged man saw this, he could only sigh and look away silently, blocking some of the yellow sand.
Qing strode over, grabbed Yang Huang's clothes with both hands, lifted him up, and then threw him to the ground.
"Does this defeat you? Are you so cowardly?"
"So what?"
Yang Huang was lying on the ground, tears pouring out of the corners of his eyes one after another. He opened his mouth wide and shouted:
"So what? We've been working hard for so long, but we can't kill anyone. We can't kill anyone."
"Ha ha"
The sky is clear and the sky is roaring,
"I never thought about killing him. You are me and I am you. No one can understand you better than me. Look, open your eyes and look at your mother and your father.
Look at our fellow disciples, think about that dead person, and those dead fellow disciples, they are all looking at you!! You gave up when you couldn’t kill them, but those dead people can’t come back, you
Father and mother use their souls to fight for you. If you take a step back, your soul will disappear. Since you give up, then I...I will go to die and fight to the death..."
Qing took long strides, his figure dissipated in the strong wind,
In the past, there was righteousness, but the righteousness did not last forever. Later, he entered the Tao by killing, but failed, and turned into a demon with his own body, but it failed. Fighting against the sky is endless fun, and even if you die, you will have no regrets!
The long song floated in the wind, so powerful that it was overwhelming. Although the disciples who were prostrate on the ground could not see anything, they still sang loudly. They had righteousness in the past... fighting against the sky was endless fun, and even if they died, they would have no regrets.
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Suddenly, bursts of Qiwu's songs overwhelmed the roar of the wind,
"Death without regrets?"
Ning Nitian whispered, and an eye suddenly appeared on his forehead. Although he closed his eyes, the surrounding void was distorted. Suddenly, among the dark clouds, a huge eye suddenly appeared in the sky, and the wind
Suddenly it stopped, everything was silent, there was no sound, I didn't dare...
The disciples all stood up in disgrace,
"Death without regrets!"
I don't know who roared angrily, and all of them held their magic weapons and rose into the sky, heading towards Ning Nitian to fight.
Suddenly, the eyes on Ning Nitian's forehead suddenly opened, and the eyes in the dark clouds also opened. There was a thunder out of thin air, and the trees, flowers and plants seemed to be bent by someone, and they lowered their bodies, and a huge sound came out.
Light shot out from the eyes of the sky, and the disciple who was rushing forward turned into gray as soon as he came into contact with this white light.
Rentu's eyes widened, and in an instant, three swords, red, yellow, and black, came out in an attempt to save the remaining disciples. However, he saw the sword intersected with the white light and disappeared without a trace.