The two hundred thousand people were almost dumbfounded when they saw this.
Yun Mingxuan, a strong man on the Wanshou List who held the Hunyuan Qi Rope, the natal magic weapon of the Hunyuan Saint, died like this?
Moreover, Sun Ning only used three punches before and after.
What's even more frightening is that even the natal magic weapon of a generation of saints fell into Sun Ning's hands.
This magic weapon that Hunyuan Shengzun had nurtured for three thousand years and had almost become a part of his body was actually taken away by that ever-changing little stick?
There are still such strange things in the world!
If you haven't witnessed it with your own eyes, or if the people closest to you have said it, you have to doubt it, right?
"Now I finally know the reason why the Fourteenth Sword of the Ten Directions was able to destroy the powerful Dongyuan Saint King's Mansion and kill all three of its three thousand half-sage disciples."
"This person is too powerful!"
"His cultivation level is difficult to discern, and it seems that he has not even reached the Nine Tribulations Wonderful Realm. This kind of cultivation level, with such means, is truly unprecedented."
"That's right! With this method, he is definitely qualified to be on the longevity list, and his ranking should definitely be within the top 100!"
"What a blessing it is that the Shifang Sword Sect has such a divine dragon! I'm afraid that within a few decades, this person will grow to the point where he can truly compete with the great saint."
The crowd gasped in amazement, then looked at Sun Ning with eyes full of awe and respect.
There are many strong people in this world, but what is lacking the most is still strong people.
When a truly strong man emerges and is so good that people cannot be jealous but can only look up at him with admiration, he will become a phenomenal figure.
There is no doubt that Sun Ning immediately became such a peerless figure by destroying the Palace of the Holy King of Dongyuan, "Zhu Yu Qianqian", and directly challenging the Holy Lord Hunyuan, killing his disciples and collecting his magic weapon.
At least half of the 200,000 people no longer thought that he was overestimating his abilities and arrogant in challenging the Holy Lord Hunyuan.
When the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Ten Directions, Shui Qinghua, Hong Xiaochan and others saw his amazing performance, they were filled with joy and excitement that could not be fully described.
Sun Ning came to the statue again, looked at her with a look of sadness in her eyes, looked at her Jinlan Saint, ignored her, sat cross-legged on the ground again, and closed her eyes.
No one knew that this time, he quietly entered the mustard world.
…
"Oops! This kid Sun Ning actually has such a magical weapon that he can even capture the Hunyuan Qi Rope!"
Saint Hunyuan suddenly exclaimed.
The faces of all the disciples under him were astonished, and they were full of disbelief. The holy man's natal magic weapon was actually taken away?
Jiao Tiancheng asked hurriedly: "Master, where is the seventh junior brother?"
Saint Hunyuan snorted coldly: "This useless thing has been killed by Sun Ning with one punch."
The disciples were in an uproar again and were stunned.
Yun Mingxuan, who was ranked on the Longevity List, was holding his master's magic weapon Hunyuan Qi Rope, and could kill even a semi-saint, but he died like this?
How come this person’s methods are so powerful!
Some time ago, to deal with a powerful semi-saint, didn't he have to use a semi-immortal weapon and frantically burn three hundred years of life to do it?
Of course they could not have imagined that Sun Ning still had no way to deal with the Half-Saint, because the gulf-like realm gap still existed to this day.
But Yun Mingxuan is only at the peak of Nine Tribulations, and has no level of suppression against Sun Ning.
Saint Hunyuan's brows furrowed, and there was a hint of panic in his previously calm eyes, and he thought thoughtfully: "The Hunyuan Qi Rope has lost contact with the Half Saint, does this kid have any other secret magic weapons?"
, can you even block the connection between me and my natal magic weapon?"
Jiao Tiancheng said hurriedly: "Master, please don't worry, the Hunyuan Qi Rope is a magic weapon that you have cultivated for three thousand years, and it is equivalent to one of your arms. Even if that kid has the ability to reach heaven, there is no way to deal with it.
It’s just a temporary isolation period, no need to worry.”
After hearing this, Saint Hunyuan's face brightened slightly, and he nodded, feeling relieved. Even if his natal magic weapon fell into the hands of Naga Sword Master and others, there would probably be nothing he could do, let alone a mere Nine Fire Golden Pill!
As a great saint, with his huge spiritual power like a sea of smoke, it is natural to clearly detect Sun Ning's cultivation level at a glance.
"Even Mingxuan was beheaded by him. It seems that this matter is getting more and more difficult to handle."
Holy Lord Hunyuan shook his head and sighed, even though he was a saint, he was also very troubled by this matter.
…
Sun Ning flicked his fingers, and the Langya stick fell into his hand and disappeared. As for the golden Hunyuan Qi rope, it fell softly to the ground.
Sun Ning stretched out his hand to grab it, and this exquisite Taoist weapon immediately twisted like a snake, with great reluctance. He did not hesitate and injected a stream of dragon essence into it, but unexpectedly its counterattack became more violent.
Sun Ning shouted sharply: "How dare you stop me with just a top-quality Taoist weapon?"
A message immediately poured into his mind: "I am the natal magic weapon of the great saint Hunyuan Shengzun. I am connected by flesh and blood with the saint, and my mind is connected. How can I belong to you?"
Sun Ning knew that this message was the natal spirit of the Hunyuan Yiqi Rope.
If he were in other places, no one would be able to hear his voice. Only in the inner space of the Mustard Seed World, which is under his absolute control, can he have insight. He then sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy you?"
"It's not that easy to destroy me!"
The natal fetal spirit shouted: "I am the natal magic weapon of the Holy Lord, and I am connected by flesh and blood with the power of the Supreme Holy Way of the Holy Lord. If it weren't for that strange thing of yours, the Holy Lord could recall me with just one thought. Holy Lord
The immortal treasure and the immortal treasure are immortal, you don’t understand such a simple truth?”
Sun Ning snorted coldly, and suddenly a surge of dragon power surged into the Hunyuan Qi Rope. Under the impact of this huge force, the natal fetal spirit was twisted in pain, but it still kept shouting and refused to give in.
Sun Ning's face turned completely gloomy, and he said coldly: "You have also practiced hard for three thousand years, do you really want to force me to destroy you?"
"You want to destroy me in the next life!"
The natal fetus spirit screamed angrily: "With your cultivation, you want to destroy the natal magic weapon of a saint, dream! Unless you imprison me here, I will never come out for the rest of my life. Otherwise, I will definitely return to the saint."
Your Majesty’s hands will surely crush you to ashes..."
Sun Ning's face darkened and he stopped talking. The system prompt sounded in his mind.
As the natal magic weapon of Saint Hunyuan, the Hunyuan Yiqi Rope contains not only the power of a saint's holy path, but also many of his insights. If you get it, it will be of great benefit to your own practice.
But when dealing with enemies, Sun Ning's patience has always been very limited.
Since it can't be used by me, then destroy it!
[Ding! The Hunyuan Yiqi Rope has been identified. Do you want to deploy your recycling system, activate the cornucopia of the heavens to absorb the power of the treasures in the heavens, and recycle them ruthlessly like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves? 】
"Yes, I'll take it from you!"
Sun Ning snorted inwardly.
[Ding! The recycling system and the cornucopia of heavens have joined forces and are working hard to recover, please wait...]
[Ding! The combination of the recycling system and the cornucopia of heavens has created a strong attraction for all things in the world. After the Hunyuan Yiqi Rope, the natal magic weapon of the Holy Lord Hunyuan, experienced some difficult resistance and desperate struggle
, finally vented, defeated like a mountain, and fell in front of the iron cavalry of the two bastards, exactly: I have an old friend with a dick like yours, and now his grave is covered with grass!] (To be continued)