In an instant, the martial arts knowledge from the sixth, fifth, and eighth generations all poured into Tang Ming's mind.

"I'll go, the knowledge of three people at a time, my brain won't explode!" Tang Ming looked at the three people in front of him who were gradually fading, and suddenly gasped.

Looking back, when the ninth generation passed on his life's learning to himself, it was really difficult, and it really felt like his head was about to explode.

The old man of the Fifth Generations Patriarch smiled intriguingly, and then said: "The Tenth Patriarch doesn't have to mind, you can pass the test of the three of us and prove that your divine thoughts are already close to the level of the fifth order without limits, and now you, of course, can withstand the knowledge of the three of us." ”

Tang Ming wanted to cry without tears, his divine thoughts, only he knew, At most, he was at the level of the peak of the fourth order, that is, the peak of crimson, where was there a fifth order, to be able to pass the test in such a short period of time, it was completely by luck, as well as the help of the Eye of Shura and the invisible fire, it was a skill, if he directly blew up his brain and died when he accepted the inheritance, wouldn't it be very wronged?

Sure enough, in the next moment, the head that had just been a little more comfortable was once again like being put into a meat grinder, and the feeling of colic was accompanied by the emergence of a large amount of knowledge.

"Nine Days of Dragon...... Sunshot Gun Collection...... Unparalleled marksmanship, 10,000 ways to use the unicorn bow!"

All kinds of knowledge, martial arts, and even some strange things kept surging in Tang Ming's mind with the sudden pain.

And the figures of the three patriarchs are fading little by little.

"Fifth generation, tell me, can this kid escape this catastrophe with the Loose Sect?" The sixth generation looked at Tang Ming's painful face, and couldn't help but ask the fifth generation around him.

When this topic was mentioned, the face of the fifth generation patriarch was obviously ugly, and after muttering for a while, he suddenly smiled: "I don't know, but I think that as those who have passed away, we can only silently bless this child in heaven now!"

The face of the eighth generation patriarch was firm and terrifying: "It must be possible, this kid, I want to believe that this kid will definitely be able to lead the entire Loose Sect to be reborn in this catastrophe and re-enter the peak of the continent!"

I don't know why, when the eighth generation patriarch said this, he could always think of Tang Ming's eyes that shimmered with golden light, those eyes seemed to have a magical power, which involved him Assad had to believe that Tang Ming would have such a ability!

While the three patriarchs were talking, the figure gradually faded.

In the end, the dust returned to dust, and the dust returned to the earth, completely dissipating in Tang Ming's spiritual space.

In the dark, the phantom of the seven generations of patriarchs looked at the shadow of the patriarch who had dissipated three again, let out a long sigh, and muttered to himself in the endless darkness.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, what should go, should not be left ......"

Tang Ming's divine thoughts were undergoing the baptism of knowledge, and Tang Ming's body was even more undercurrent, Xiao Bai was pinching the black spear and Mo Wentian in front of Tang Ming's body to fight to death.

And the Poria beside Tang Ming clenched the blade of the sword in his hand, looking at the situation in the dark cold pool nearby very vigilantly, for fear that there would be a wandering spirit and get closer to him

On his side, attacking himself, he attacked Tang Ming, who couldn't move.

But it turns out that what Poria should be worried about is not the wandering spirits around her, but the half-hearted Mo Wentian who is fighting with Xiaobai in front of her.

Although Xiaobai is the king of the demon beasts of Dazhou Mountain, and has many adventures, his own combat ability is still insufficient.

On the other hand, on Mo Wentian's side, the Tianpeng Demon is the nemesis of the lightning marten, and now it has an absolute advantage in combat experience, constantly using its claws to approach Xiao into one desperate situation after another.

"Bang!" the blades in the hands of the two collided again, and the surging sparks flickered even in this cold pool. Xiao Bai quickly stepped back, the thunder on his body flickered, seeing that he still couldn't resist the impact of this blow just by pressing the thunder, however, in the next moment, Xiao Bai's body suddenly had a crimson aura flickering, and then Xiao Bai's figure was also stabilized!

Then a smell of blood spread from Xiaobai's body, and the mist was particularly pungent in this cold pool.

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaobai's trembling body and suddenly smiled: "Hahaha, I earned it, I really earned it this time, I can't imagine that a little thing like you is not only the royal family of the Purple Cloud Lightning Mink clan, but also the inheritance of the blood demon, after killing you, I will dig out the inheritance of the blood demon, and when the time comes, I will also be able to go among the ten thousand demons of your Great Zhou Mountain Demon Clan!"

Xiao Bai ignored Mo Wentian's wild laughter, and waved the spear in his hand, the black spear with an electric current spread out at this moment, and in the current, it was Xiao Bai's snow-white arm that kept turning.

"Oh, that's interesting, I don't know what to do with it, so I said, little guy, you won't fight at all!" As he spoke, Mo Wentian stretched out his hands, and suddenly two ghost claws poked out of his palms and grabbed two geist spirits in the dark abyss, and then pulled them into his body brutally.

Following Mo Wentian, those sparkling silver eyes suddenly turned into pitch-black color, which looked terrifying.

"This, this is?" The corners of Poria's mouth twitched behind him and asked coldly: "Don't ask the sky, what the hell are you doing, this is not the means of your Tianmonotheistic Sect!"

Mo Wentian sneered playfully: "What the hell, with these things, I can become extremely powerful, and I can even use this trick!"

Then I saw Mo Wentian clasping his hands together, and the darkest aura like ink emanated from his body.

That aura wrapped around Mo Wentian's body seemed to form an extremely terrifying horn for Mo Wentian! Even the pitch-black wings behind him had more than doubled!

"Annihilation!"

A sound like a century bell reverberated in everyone's hearts, and even Xia Guluan could hear it thousands of meters away.

The latter hurriedly pulled Ye Jingjing's sleeve beside him and asked worriedly: "You say, that Tang Gongzi is down there, will there be any accidents?"

Ye Jingjing didn't hear the voice, and the color of her little face was not very good-looking: "Don't worry, Brother Tang Ming is the strongest, you have to believe Brother Tang Ming!"

Although he said that, the expression on his face was still the same

I was always wrapped in a worried color, I don't know why, I always felt that there must be something down there, threatening Tang Ming's life!

......

The situation below is changing rapidly, I saw that Mo Wentian, who had wings on his back, condensed a giant sword more than ten meters long in front of him, and rushed to, Xiaobai, Tang Ming, and the direction of Poria Cocos was pierced.

"Die!" a bloodthirsty smile rose into the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth. He seemed to have seen the giant sword in his hand nailing the three of them to the wall, and then dug out the scene of the blood demon inheritance in Xiaobai's body!

Xiaobai's eyes were cold, and his body was rapidly growing larger at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, the spear in his hand collided with the giant sword in front of him, just like a toothpick against Optimus Prime, but Optimus Prime could never break the toothpick in Xiaobai's hand by half, but just pushed Xiaobai's body back continuously!

"This spear is a good thing, but even if I can't nail you, I'm going to crush you, and when you're dead, I'll definitely use it well!"

In the next moment, Xiao Bai forcibly deflected the giant sword by three points of Tang Ming's distance, and his body was nailed to the wall behind him!

As soon as Mo Wentian withdrew the giant sword in his hand, his eyes became extremely scarlet: "It's really a good spiritual pet protector, a demon beast like you shouldn't die here, but today you have to die." ”

The giant sword swung again, slashing towards Xiaobai's head. If this giant sword falls on Xiao Bai's head, it will definitely be able to cut Xiao Bai's head off the horse in an instant!

"Die, if you want to blame, blame you for not having a good master!" Mo Wentian's gloomy voice, with bloodthirsty madness, was about to cut off Xiaobai's head!

However, in the next moment, there was a sound of fine iron clashing!

A small figure had already appeared in front of the Mo Wentian giant sword!

Just kept one-handed, that is, he grabbed Mo Wentian's giant sword. It's like an ant all the time, stretching out an arm to block the elephant's attack.

"Good master, miscellaneous bird, I see that your mouth is not wanted, today I will let you know what a good master should do!" Tang Ming raised his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a thing of ice and fire on his right hand was constantly forming!

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tang Ming in front of him incredulously, and then said in surprise: "Impossible, impossible, you have absorbed so many geismans, even if you don't directly support you, you will have to lie in bed for at least a month without moving, but this is only two hours." How could you possibly move?"

Tang Ming sneered: "Miscellaneous bird, that's your own realm, don't use your realm to measure me!"

"In addition, let me tell you one more good thing, I just heard that your trick seems to be called the Great Annihilation, right, what an interesting name, since you like the Great Annihilation so much, then I'll let you know, what is the real and real Annihilation!"

As he spoke, the glass-colored lotus in Tang Ming's hand had already taken shape, and before Mo Wentian could react, the thing in his hand had already been thrown out.

"Pure World Glass!"