Inside the wooden house, it is more bleak than the autumn wind.

A thin old man sat cross-legged on the ground, although he was old, he dared to fight against the sky, his gray hair was swaying, and he could occasionally see a trace of the demeanor of the god of war, and his waist was straight.

Mysterious ancient magic patterns spread all over the body like cracks, like a cracked porcelain, which might shatter in the next second.

But on the old man's face, there was no wave in the ancient well.

Ning Tao knelt down deeply, Mo Lao had paid too much for Hongmeng, for himself, and for Huaxia.

There are not many seniors he respects in his life, but every one of them is worthy of respect, Old Mo, Master, Grandpa, Old Zhou, including Uncle Tim...... No matter which one of them is, they are kind elders and respectable seniors.

Without them, there would be no Ning Tao today.

Miao Jingjing on the side also knelt down, deeply impressed by Mo Lao's great mind, every second they spent now was exchanged for pain by this Mo Lao.

Her witch cult has been intact so far, and it is also thanks to Mo Lao's blessings, otherwise no one will be able to hide from the chaos in the world.

That ancient magic pattern made Mo Lao suffer from the pain of tempering, the wound of splitting his body, and the pain of torment all the time...... I am afraid that I can't bear it for a moment as an ordinary person, but the old man has carried it for so long without frowning.

Because he was afraid, he was afraid that the children would cry for him.

The sharp sword he turned into has not been used by Ning Tao so far, just like the latter said at the beginning, I would rather die than use this sword.

Because, he is too great and heavy.

Ning Tao slowly raised his head, looked at him complicatedly, and said sadly: "Mo Lao, from now on, you don't need to suffer for us anymore, because the new generation of war gods you are looking forward to...... has risen. ”

"I said that I would give it to Hongmeng in the world, and now I am missing this last step, and I want you to witness this moment. ”

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Mo Yuntian was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, exuding the aura of twilight decay, as if he could shatter at the slightest movement.

"Whoosh......

The eight ancestors sensed Ning Tao's breath and immediately flew over with a group of elders and came in the blink of an eye.

"We meet the alliance leader, the old alliance leader, the holy woman!"

Ning Tao slowly stood up, nodded, and looked at the aura on several people, and their strength seemed to have improved a little, it seemed that it was the bone pill effect he had refined.

Mo Lao Wei and the others were high-spirited and full of energy.

To his surprise, Wudang Ancestor seemed to have broken through the boundaries of that layer, with a simple and natural charm, with the potential of invisible Tai Chi gossip, and two yin and yang fish, one black and one white, slowly wandered around.

This is ...... Late stage of refining gods!

"Ancestor, ...... you?" Ning Tao said in uncertain surprise.

The former smiled and nodded, exuding a slight breath, recently in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to comprehend a Taoist method, but he didn't expect a retreat to break through.

He still has a wry smile.

Huashan Ancestor and the others were shocked, they actually broke through the late stage of refining gods, this old guy can really hide, and this talent is by no means comparable to them.

Zhou Heng was also happy for him, but looked at his broken right arm, and couldn't help but shake his head self-deprecatingly.

If he hadn't been swept away by the magic power altar of Demon Wuji, I'm afraid that his cultivation would not have fallen, and his right arm would not have been broken because of this, and he would never have become a ...... Wreck!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Mo Lao.

He became like this, but he was only swept away, and the latter was hit by the altar, the comparison between the two can be imagined, Mo Lao is more painful than him.

Ning Tao saw the bitterness, thought about it, and couldn't help but comfort: "Old Zhou, don't be discouraged, the world is so big, how can it not be, even in ancient books, there are many examples of rebirth with broken arms." ”

"There are many of them I've seen, although they are in a special situation and can't be copied, but there will always be a way, and there is also the power to be reborn with blood on ancient books. ”

The rest of the people turned their heads with comfort.

But Zhou Lao smiled helplessly: "How long ago has it been, and now is the era of the end of the law." ”

"There is no way on the earth, but there will definitely be one in that place," Ning Tao said with burning eyes.

That one?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their faces were suddenly revealed.

Zhou Lao frowned and said, "Could it be that what you said is...... Immortal?"

"That's right, just a few immortals who appeared that day, their strength is incredible, if you go to that place, it must be easy to be reborn with a broken arm. ”

"Old Zhou, you can leave this task to me with confidence, the kid will definitely complete it for you," Ning Tao said firmly.

The former shook his head and smiled, as if he didn't have much confidence, but looked at Mo Lao worriedly: "Compared to this, Mo Lao's matter is a big deal, I can still live without an arm, but he is an old man......"

"Alas......!"

The eight ancestors sighed helplessly.

But Ning Tao's eyes flashed, and he actually said in a surprising voice: "Old Mo, I have a way to save him." ”

"Huh, what?"

Everyone was shocked, and their hearts were pounding.

Ning Tao didn't explain, but stepped out in one step, and muttered a sentence in his mouth: "Offended." ”

A vigorous palm was placed on Mo Lao's head, and under the suspicion of everyone, a vast divine soul power erupted, invading Mo Lao's mind, and then brought out another weak divine soul.

This one...... It's Mo Lao's soul!

At the same time, the ancient magic patterns on his body were not suppressed by the divine soul, and quickly spread all over his body, like a virus of destruction that was about to reach 100%, and once it reached 100%, this body would be completely finished.

Without the suppression of the soul, everything will decay.

Huashan, Kongtong Ancestor was frightened into a cold sweat when he saw this, and immediately screamed: "Ning Tao, are you so crazy, what do you want to do, stop it, you are killing the old alliance leader like this, and his spirit will dissipate." ”

Tianshan Old Ancestor's beautiful eyes shrank into pinholes, completely dumbfounded, this is true, not all the divine souls of the divine realm can be called Ning Tao divine souls.

Suppose the mind is an ice storehouse, the soul is a thin layer of ice, and the outside of the brain is a hot weather of more than forty degrees, this layer of ice will quickly melt away as soon as it appears, and Mo Lao's soul ...... It's this layer of ice.

There are few people in this world whose souls are as perverted as Ning Tao, if Mo Lao is this thin layer of ice, then Ning Tao is a complete ice cube.

It will melt, but it will last longer.

And at this moment, the ice vault in Mo Lao's mind is being covered by ancient magic patterns, once it is covered, the ice vault will decay, so it is impossible for Mo Lao's layer of ice to return to the ice vault, and the infinite water will soon dissipate.

This is a real goodbye!

More than a dozen people were shocked, and even wanted to stop them, but Wudang Ancestor, Shaolin Ancestor, and even Zhou Lao stopped them with red eyes, because ...... They believe in Ning Tao.

The latter's golden pupils burst out, not letting go of a single detail, until half of Mo Lao's soul was completely taken out, and the rest were all decayed along with his body.

Just when the soul of Mo Lao was about to dissipate, Ning Tao suddenly shook his hand, and a gorgeous spine appeared in his hand, exuding a lot of soul power.

In the next second, he actually put Mo Lao's soul in.

Dozens of people stared wide-eyed, and they didn't dare to take a breath and stared at it, can this spine save Mo Lao?

One, three, ten......

Gradually, everyone forgot how long it was, and Mo Lao seemed to be more and more stable, feeling that this spine was like a container, which could also be described as another ice storehouse.

Suddenly, a familiar spirit fluctuated, and there was a weak laugh of vicissitudes: "Little guys, I'm back!"