Soon, Ning Yu'er was rescued, but the Nine Heavens Dragon Screw was still wrapped around his neck. The poor King Ning Xiaotian lay flat on the ground, his legs were still kicking around like a frog, and his hands were also
Helplessness caught in the air, his eyes bulged high like dead fish, and his face turned even more ashen.
If it were an ordinary rope, of course it would not be possible to hang a powerful man in the realm of the Saint Transformation Realm, but this is the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Screw, which is the Taoist weapon of the Heavenly Emperor. At this time, Ning Yu'er's entire body was forbidden, and even her soul was completely suppressed.
, it is no different from ordinary people, and even worse than ordinary people. Ordinary people still have some cultivation, but they have no cultivation at all.
Ning Qingsi's face changed drastically and she quickly made a handprint, but the Nine Heavens Dragon Soft tied Ning Yu'er's neck tightly, without any movement.
Seeing that Ning Yu'er was so angry that she was so weak that she could exhaled more, the divine light in the eyes of the dead goldfish gradually dissipated and became darker and darker, Gu Fenghua was also anxious.
But she was suppressed by her two brothers and was not promoted to Taoist saint yet, so how could she help?
"Okay, OK, I promise you that Fenghuaren has already arrived. Are you still worried that I will break my promise?" At this moment, Ning Qingsi thought of something, suddenly stopped and said to Ning Yuer with a wry smile.
So, Ning Yu'er's dead goldfish's eyes immediately recovered from the divine light. Her hands, which were originally stretched out to grab her desperately in the air, stopped, waved them gently, and loosened the rope.
"I've said it earlier. If I don't speak, I will strangle me to death. Ancestor, aren't you afraid of my Ning family's queen?" Ning Yu'er rubbed her throat and complained while rubbing her throat.
"I have more descendants in the Ning family, so there is no need for you to pass on the family line." Ning Qingsi's face turned cold and she snorted coldly.
"Uh...but I am the only one who can refine the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Screw." Ning Yuer was obviously still in awe of this ancestor. Seeing his face darkened, he subconsciously shrank his neck, but soon, he was cautious and cautious.
He raised his head and said weakly.
Ning Qingsi was speechless by him, glared at him and raised her slap.
Ning Yu'er finally plucked up the courage to stretch her neck and quickly shrank back, but Ning Qingsi raised her slap and settled for a while, but finally she reluctantly took it back.
"You all retreat." Ning Qingsi said to the others in the yard.
"Yes." Everyone looked at Gu Fenghua and Pang Shidao, and seemed a little confused, but they didn't dare to ask more questions, and all bowed and retreated.
"I have promised them what you want me to do. Now you can rest assured that you don't have to seek death anymore." There was no one else in the yard, and Ning Qingsi no longer angry with her baby grandson and said lightly.
"Really." Ning Yuer looked happy, but turned her eyes to Gu Fenghua, and seemed to be suspicious of the words of his ancestors.
"Yes, Lord Tianwang has agreed to help." Gu Fenghua nodded.
"Okay, okay, then when will we do it? I will go back to practice immediately." Ning Yuer said excitedly.
"Hey, are you not in a hurry to rebel now?" King Ning Tian glanced at his baby great-grandson strangely.
"I don't have any water in my mind. That's the Emperor Haokong Tian. Not to mention our Xiaoyao King Realm, even if the four king realms join forces to rebel, they will at most drive him off the throne, but they will not be able to kill him. As long as he doesn't die, he will die in the end