A holy son stepped forward, looking at Ning Chuan with indifferent eyes, and was about to kill Ning Chuan before he opened his mouth.

Looking at this holy son, Ning Chuan smiled indifferently: "What kind of thing are you? Come and lead the death!"

As a noble saint, whether it is in the clan or outside, wherever he goes, he is an existence admired by thousands of people, but now Ning Chuan said such words to him, just like a mortal ruffian.

There was a rare anger on his face, and he wanted to go back, but he was afraid of losing his identity, and the blue on his face was purple for a while.

Ning Chuan looked at this holy son and was happy in his heart, he never felt that he was a saint, nor did he pay attention to any self-cultivation, if someone was inferior to him, then he would definitely go back, but looking at the appearance of this holy son who wanted to speak and stopped, he only felt like laughing.

"Either roll over and die, or go back and retreat!" Ning Chuan looked at the Holy Son and continued to speak, "Aren't you here to kill me? Aren't you going to kill me with your mouth shut open? Why do you seem to be submissive now?"

"Okay, good, I'll kill you now!"

The Holy Son finally burst out of his anger and said three good words in a row, which showed that the anger in his heart had reached the extreme.

As a dignified holy son, no one dared to talk to him like this since he was a child, even when the fishmen fought, they were all in favor of the other party, but now that Ning Chuan was sneering again and again, he finally couldn't help it.

Sou!

The Holy Son finally couldn't bear it anymore, and as soon as he pointed out, he saw a cyan glow burst out from his fingertips, flickering and shooting towards Ning Chuan's head.

Ning Chuan's head was slightly tilted, and he directly avoided the blue light, and the blue light shone on a boulder behind him, and a finger-like thick hole immediately appeared on the boulder, and the hole was extremely smooth.

At this time, Ning Chuan felt that the aura around him was changing, there should be more than these holy sons and saints and people from the assassination organization here, there should be more terrifying characters appearing.

In an instant, three figures appeared around, Ning Chuan's pupils contracted violently, and the cultivation of these three people was actually in the Nine Star Heavenly God Realm.

And even some of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters here didn't know that such a character would appear, just when everyone was surprised.

The holy son who had just confronted Ning Chuan suddenly fell to the ground, looking at Ning Chuan in front of him holding his throat with his hands, blood gushing outward.

Just now, when everyone was distracted, Ning Chuan stabbed the throat of the Holy Son with his long sword.

"Ningchuan is fighting life and death, you actually sneak attacked!" a saint woman shouted in dissatisfaction.

Ning Chuan shook off the blood on the black and white long sword, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You all said that music is a battle of life and death, so everyone has to do whatever it takes, am I standing here waiting for you to kill me?"

The crowd stopped talking, and some even secretly scolded the saint for having a sick brain, this is a life-and-death battle, who cares if they steal or not.

At this time, the three figures had already surrounded Ning Chuan, and Ning Chuan looked at a few people and laughed: "I didn't expect my Ning Chuan's life to be so valuable, and I actually let you dispatch three nine-star gods!"

On the top of the purple mountain, the snow rolls up, the wind whistles, the sky rolls, and the wind and clouds change.

This Ning Chuan was already surrounded by everyone, and the Holy Sons and the three Nine Star Heavenly Gods were ready to make a move.

And Chu Yi stood on the outermost side with a calm face, these three people were invited by him from the Ancestral God Temple, in order to kill Ning Chuan, he spent a lot of effort, that's right, this plan was all planned by him.

If it weren't for the fact that he had obtained a miraculous sigil in an ancient tomb to replace that death, he would have died by now.

Therefore, he didn't plan to keep his hand on Ning Chuan, he had to kill him here, and from then on he could rest easy.

Ning Chuan looked at the many holy sons and saints around him and said in a deep voice, "Isn't there any of you who dare to fight with me?"

Ning Chuan's faces were red when he asked this, with his body that could smash the weapon of the God King with his bare hands, who dared to fight with him one-on-one, wasn't that looking for death?

Now this group of holy sons and saints can no longer care about any face, they will besiege if they besiege, and they will attack when they sneak attack, as long as they can kill Ning Chuan, they can do anything.

"Hahaha! a group of cowards!" Ning Chuan pointed at everyone, his long hair fluttering in the mountain wind, his eyes flashing with golden light, and he looked at the four seas.

Facing the people in Ningchuan in front of them, they couldn't wait to eat their flesh and blood raw, but even so, no one dared to step forward alone.

The Holy Son just now was the best example, and Ning Chuan at this time was already like a god and demon in their eyes.

From Ning Chuan's small reputation in the human world, to now killing the Holy Son of the Holy Fire Clan, killing Chu Yi, and fighting with Fang Yunfei, no one dares to underestimate him.

Ning Chuan watched his successive sarcastic remarks and still no one stepped forward, and couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart, if one or two more people were provoked by him and stepped forward, then he would be able to solve the rest of the people, and now a lot of them can be done with serious injuries, but the only thing that makes him jealous is the three nine-star gods, which is really tricky!

"Little thief, don't be rampant, I'll meet you for a while!"

One of the middle-aged men of the three figures spoke, strode in front of Ning Chuan, and looked at the man Ning Chuan's eyes lit up, since the group of holy sons and saints did not dare to make a move, it was not bad to kill a nine-star god first.

I saw a middle-aged man dragging a three-story pagoda in his hand, the pagoda was full of blue light, and the tower body was engraved with dense patterns.

Rumble!

The three-story pagoda pressed down, the peaks of the entire Purple Light Mountain were shaking, and countless cyan glows burst out from the tower body, shooting through the void.

Bang! Bang!

Ning Chuan's body was like a dragon born, and he stepped directly on the void against the sky, rushed towards the pagoda, and hit the pagoda directly with three fists, making a deafening sound.

While!

The pagoda trembled slightly, but the surface was still solid and the cyan glow flowed, and there was no sign of damage.

Seeing this, everyone around secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, the solidity of this pagoda was far beyond everyone's imagination, and Ning Chuan's three fists were not broken.

Rumble!

The pagoda turned, the glow flickered, and Ning Chuan's figure was directly gathered into the tower by an invisible force.

It's just that before everyone's faces showed joy, suddenly cracks suddenly appeared on the tower.

Bang!

Ning Chuan's body rushed out of the pagoda, accompanied by countless pagoda fragments, and the whole person was full of golden light.

The golden fist rushed out directly from the side of the pagoda, and instantly rushed in front of the nine-star god with an indomitable momentum, and the whole person was extremely sublimated, and a layer of golden divine flame burned on his body.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and his steps quickly retreated, but no matter how fast he was, he was not as fast as Ning Chuan's fist.

Burst!

The fist hit the middle-aged man's chest, and the huge force directly crushed the man into pulp, and the surrounding people shook their hearts when they saw this.

"This ...... What kind of monster is this, the flesh can actually beat a nine-star celestial god into pulp?"

"No, it's impossible, his cultivation is only a one-star celestial, and he has no room to resist even the suction of the pagoda just now, but how can he kill a nine-star celestial god?"

"I remember!" said one of the Holy Sons, who was standing at the very edge, with a pale face and a trembling voice.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the Son.

The Holy Son moved his throat deeply: "That is the mystery of the art of force, his physical body can already span nine small realms!"

"Nine poles!"

As soon as this word appeared, the eyes of the people around him changed and changed in an instant.

Since ancient times, characters with extraordinary experience have appeared, and when these people are born, it means extraordinary, and the word Tianjiao is no longer enough to describe them, they are the demons of the entire universe.

Some people have amazing understanding, and they can realize their own avenue when they are in Xiao Tianzun, and from then on, they will walk all the way and achieve the peak.

Some people are terrified, a thought of the sky moving, a thought of the falling stars, and a thought of eternal silence.

Some people cultivate to a terrifying speed, crossing a realm in a month, and it takes a long time for ordinary people to go from a true god to a heavenly god, but that kind of person only needs a few years.

It's just that the saint realm needs more than just cultivation speed, otherwise it would only be a matter of time before this group of people become saints.

It is such a group of people, their breakthrough will lead to thunderstorms, and it is such a group of people who can cross the realm and fight.

When the small Tianzun can fight the Great Tianzun, when the Great Tianzun can fight the true god, when the true god can fight the heavenly god, and when the god king is at the peak, he can compete with the saint.

This kind of cross-border battle is called the Nine Poles, which means that it can fight across nine small realms, and no one in the world dares to fight it.

Nine is extremely numerous, and it is really impossible to completely cross a big realm after nine small realms, so when this group of people is two or three stars, they can only cross the big realm and fight.

And in the years of eternity, countless cultivators have painstakingly pursued this realm, and finally the seven most amazing and brilliant people in the entire universe have created seven spells, the seven holy arts, and these nine extremes are the most secret mysteries of the seven holy arts.

Ning Chuan stepped on the flesh and blood of the middle-aged man, and stood in place and watched everyone look at the world: "If any of you are not convinced, dare to fight with me!"

Whoosh!

Someone secretly made a move, spit out two silver needles, and the silver needles pierced the void and teleported between Ning Chuan's eyebrows, directly stabbing at his eyebrows.

While!

A silver-white small tripod appeared in the center of Ning Chuan's eyebrows, the small tripod is four-legged and two-eared, simple and unpretentious, and the whole body is blooming with silver brilliance, this is the secret treasure of divine consciousness forged by Ning Chuan himself.

Chu Yi looked at Xiao Ding above Ning Chuan's head, a rare greedy look appeared on his face, that day when the Moving Mountain Saint was treating his injuries, there were big figures from the Ancestral God Temple watching from afar, and at that time he found that Ning Chuan should have been taken over by someone else's divine sense.

Moreover, the aura of that divine consciousness is very old, and there is also this breath of people who do not belong to this realm, so the ancestral god temple will get Ning Chuan's Xiaoding so much, because they think that this Xiaoding has absolutely something to do with that divine sense.

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