The Eight Desolations War Halberd devoured the heavens and the earth with terrifying killing intent, and countless killing intents were intertwined in mid-air.

Looking at the constantly shaking Divine Platform, an old man in the Flying Snow Sword Pavilion exclaimed, "This Divine Platform can resist the battle of the peak powerhouse of the God King, but now the two of them have shaken the Divine Platform. ”

The eyes of the saint Wudao penetrated people, with an incomparable killing intent and terrifying, he wanted to consume Ning Chuan alive here.

Sheng Wudao knew that Ning Chuan's physical body was unparalleled, and he also knew that his physical body was a little worse than Ning Chuan, so he decided to use his great mana to wear Ning Chuan alive.

The two of them shot into the air from the divine platform, the wind and clouds shook, and countless lead-colored dark clouds converged on each other, and finally condensed into countless blood-red dark clouds above the heads of the two.

In the blood-red dark clouds, there were countless blood-red thunderbolts, and these countless blood-red thunderbolts were running in the dark clouds.

Seeing this scene, some people exclaimed: "Thunder Tribulation! Or Blood Tribulation! The battle between the two actually caused a bloody tribulation!"

But soon everyone found that Ning Chuan had gradually changed from parrying to evenly matching, and Saint Wudao also found that he couldn't suppress Ning Chuan.

Moreover, the weapon in Ning Chuan's hand belonged to the Dao soldiers, so the Eight Desolation War Halberd of the Holy Dao had no effect on it.

At this time, with a strong step under the feet of Saint Wudao, he actually gave up the Eight Desolation War Halberd in his hand, and his body was like a dragon jumping straight down from mid-air.

A huge flame flower appeared behind the saint Wudao, and the flame flower gradually bloomed, and finally a woman appeared in the middle of the flame flower.

The woman's face was dim, but she could be seen dressed in a fiery red gauze with a hazy scarf on her face.

In the fiery red mist, the woman stretched out her white hands and pointed at Ning Chuan in front of her gently.

Rumble!

In mid-air, there were actually fiery red lines, and these fiery red lines were the embodiment of the Dao, just like what was emitted by the ancient power in Ning Chuan's divine consciousness at the beginning.

The Tao was originally an ethereal thing, but now this Tao has turned into a concrete manifestation in the hands of a woman.

Endless killing machines emerged from mid-air, and the true and concrete flames in the sky appeared.

I saw that the dense fiery red lines were imprinted in the void, and finally intertwined into a blood-red net, which was pressed down towards Ning Chuan.

At this time, Sheng Wudao sat down with his knees completely crossed, his eyes slightly closed, and it was completely the woman behind him who made a move, the woman was like a flying fairy outside the sky, although her face was hazy, but there was an intoxicating aura between her gestures.

"Ahh

Ning Chuan looked at the blood-red Dao Pattern that landed in mid-air, and let out a long roar in his mouth, only to see a figure also appear behind Ning Chuan.

The whole body is dressed in golden armor, and the long sword in his hand is full of golden light, like a gold-armored god of war.

The golden armor god of war slashed forward hard, only to see countless fiery red tears, and even more at the golden armor god of war stepped hard forward, I saw the woman's body fall backwards, and a golden sea of qi emerged from behind the golden armor god of war.

"Blood is all over the sky!" exclaimed an old man.

One side is the god of war and the other side is the flying immortal, and the battle between the two is completely the embodiment of the Tao, and at this time, a long river of black and white appeared in mid-air.

The two long rivers of color twisted and wound towards the woman.

Airplanes!

The sound of metal intertwining vibrates, and countless cultivators' bodies desperately retreat and cover their ears.

At this time, Saint Wudao suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Ning Chuan in front of him and sneered: "My mana is strong, this Dao can be manifested anytime and anywhere, I just don't know how long you can hold on!"

At this time, Ning Chuan's body jumped into the air, and the whole person was extremely sublimated, exerting the art of strength to the extreme.

Ning Chuan's hands intertwined with each other, and in front of him evolved into a huge Yin and Yang Taiji diagram, which rotated with each other, with an inexplicable Dao rhyme circulating.

Ning Chuan pushed hard with both hands forward, only to see the huge Yin Yang Taiji Diagram turning, a white Yin Yang Fish, and a black Yin Yang Fish intertwined and rotated with each other, and finally the two Yin Yang Fish jumped into the air at the same time.

It turned into a black dragon, and a white dragon, the fish jumped over the dragon gate, and the yin and yang double fish turned into a yin and yang double dragon.

The two dragons continued to intertwine and march forward, Saint Wudao's body continued to vibrate, and finally the woman behind him gradually disappeared, and cracks appeared on Saint Wudao's body, and a little blood continued to cough up from his mouth.

"Poof!"

Saint Wudao didn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and finally spurted it out directly, looking at the blood that spurted out, Saint Wudao's eyes looked at Ning Chuan sideways.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful, but I won't give up, the third place on the god list must be my saint!

At this time, Saint Wudao's whole person looked like a mad demon, and his long fiery red hair flew wantonly: "Today, I will let you die under my magic powers!"

As he spoke, he saw that in the shaking of Saint Wudao's hands, a fiery blood-red cold light lit up from the end of heaven and earth, and slashed through heaven and earth from afar.

Infinite killing intent all converged on this cold mang, and this cold mang was full of infinite killing intent, causing all nine hundred peaks to fall down pieces of blood-red snowflakes.

Rumble!

The body of the saint Wudao stood up, stretched out his hand to grasp the cold light that came from the distance of heaven and earth, at this moment the saint Wudao was like a god who came from ancient times, and the killing thoughts were like a tide.

Ning Chuan jumped up at the same time, and the black and white long sword in his hand was grabbed in his hand, only to see the black and white long sword piercing forward continuously.

The entire void was filled with countless black and white cold rays, and the black and white cold rays continued to fall like raindrops, piercing through the body of the Holy Wudao, and at this time, the body of the Holy Wudao was stained with blood.

At this time, the crowd suddenly dispersed like a tide, and I saw Bai Qi walking over with a calm face, Bai Qi's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void, with a sharp cold glow.

At this time, Ning Chuan's eyes moved slightly, and the cold light in the hand of Saint Wudao was like a long river, with endless light, brilliant and abnormal, bringing up a killing machine that penetrated the void, and directly rushed towards Ning Chuan.

Countless lusters converged on the cold mang, and there was a sound of bones banging on Ning Chuan's body at this time, and countless pressures were pressed towards Ning Chuan, and cracks appeared on Ning Chuan's body.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ning Chuan's mouth, and at this time, the eyes of everyone around them stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

Now the battle between the two has entered a white-hot state, and a bad one of the two will lead to an irreversible state.

The pitch-black dragon surrounded Ning Chuan's left hand, and at this time, Ning Chuan's left hand completely turned into an ink-like color, crystal clear.

Rumble!

As Ning Chuan's left hand pressed forward, endless cold death power burst out from his hand, and the void cracked out one after another, devouring all life.

The endless cold dead silence surged in all directions, and countless plants and trees all withered and turned into flying ashes, and at this time, the phantom of the woman behind the Holy Wudao was directly collapsed and flew out, and the countless flame paths that had been condensed in mid-air all dissipated.

Saint Wudao's eyes revealed endless killing intent, and the cold light that was grasped by Saint Wudao's hand also appeared one after another terrifying cracks.

In the end, the cold light collapsed, and the figure of Saint Wudao also flew out directly, and a long string of blood spit out directly from Saint Wudao's mouth, scattered in mid-air and became blood flowers.

Everyone around was amazed, they didn't expect Ning Chuan's way of life and death to be so terrifying, and he actually knocked Saint Wudao out.

Saint Wudao's figure finally froze in mid-air, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking at Ning Chuan suddenly calmed down, and Ning Chuan also stopped his movements in the field.

At this time, the whole world completely fell into silence, only the sound of the wind was whistling between the two, at this time, Saint Wudao looked up at Ning Chuan and smiled: "You are very good! But I am the pride of the Heaven of the Holy Fire Clan! How can I fall like this!"

Saying that, the hands of the Holy Wudao were suddenly raised high above his head, and the whole person knelt down directly into the distance, and the people around him didn't know what this Holy Wudao was doing.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the saint Wudao, and after this figure, a round of scorching suns rose at the same time, and at this time, the two rounds of scorching suns in the sky were juxtaposed, and the round that had just appeared was more enthusiastic than that in the sky.

I saw that the moment the sun appeared, a figure vaguely appeared in the middle of the sun, and as the sun got closer and closer to everyone, everyone felt that there were terrifying cracks around them.

A terrifying burning sensation filled everyone's hearts, and the countless cultivators felt the thought of kneeling in the face of the figure in the scorching sun.

At this time, Saint Wudao's head slammed down: "Welcome to the ancestral soul!"

Hearing the voice of the Holy Dao, a cultivator at the peak of the God King said in a deep voice: "That is the ancestral soul of the Holy Fire Clan! It is rumored to be a powerhouse of the peak realm of the Saint!"

The figure got closer and closer to the crowd, and saw that the figure had a blurred face, a crown as bright as flames on its head, and a fiery red scepter in its hand, and endless clouds of fire swirled around the scepter, filled with a terrifying divine light.

The figure held the scepter in his hand and swung it towards Ning Chuan, only to see countless divine lights shoot out of the scepter like sharp arrows, setting off monstrous flames.

Everywhere he passed, whether it was the void or the grass and trees, all turned into powder, and under a black nothingness was Ningchuan.

Everyone's figures retreated frantically towards the back, and the moment Shenhua appeared, everyone's hearts were filled with infinite killing intent.

It seemed that the person who was about to be wiped out by those countless gods in the next moment was himself, and terrifying cracks appeared on the body of the person who fled slowly.