"Poof......!"

As soon as Ning Tao exerted force on the soles of his feet, there was a sharp pain that pierced his heart, and he immediately fell to the ground.

His injuries were not healed, but when Uncle Tim occupied his body, he suppressed it for him with the power of his soul, and he naturally erupted as soon as he left.

"Ahh Uncle, no... Don't......!"

Seeing Ning Tao running over with severe pain for most of his body, his eyes were red, Uncle Tim shook his head and sighed, and reluctance appeared in his vicissitudes of life.

Thick and complicated: "Alas, little guy, don't be sad, don't cry, where do you not meet in life, you will meet again if you are fated." ”

"No... Don't go uncle, what the hell is going on, it was fine just now, how... How could this be?" Ning Tao's nose was sour, and he was worried for a while.

When he fell into the stone gate and was about to die, it was the uncle who saved him, and when Mo Laoka was dying in the gap between the space, it was also the uncle who made a move, and when thousands of Hongmeng's disciples faced disasters and Huaxia's homeland was wantonly violated, it was the uncle who gave him the strength to protect one side.

With these, Ning Tao was willing to call Uncle Sheng.

But this kindness has not been repaid, and the uncle is suddenly about to dissipate, the lower half of his body is transparent, and his breath is rapidly dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Why... Why?"

Ning Tao watched his body dissipate and choked up with words.

"Hehe, great power is not for nothing, this world has long not allowed the strength of the virtual realm, they are because of the spirit and demon qi, the race is strong, and I am because of the burning of the power of the divine soul, the infinite water...... Sooner or later, there will be such a day!"

Uncle Tim's relieved voice came from my ears.

As soon as he heard this, Ning Tao burst into tears, it turned out that the uncle's strength was by burning his own soul, just like a piece of wood that was burned all for a moment of light.

Seeing his sadness, Uncle Tim couldn't help but comfort: "Little guy, look at your eyebrows." ”

Eyebrows?

Ning Tao hurriedly released the power of his divine soul, and in his perception, there was actually a deep and vast abyss rising from the center of his eyebrows, revealing the power of heaven and earth.

"It's... This one...... Does it mean that the uncle is still saved?"

Looking at his excited and happy expression, Uncle Tim smiled and shook his head, and said, "This is the last gift I left to you, Uncle, it can help you block a life and death crisis, as well as a trace of star core power that I deliberately withdrawed." ”

"Cut times, don't rush to absorb it, you must do what you can, as for the other wonderful uses, you can slowly experience it yourself. ”

When the words fell, Ning Tao's heart was half cold.

There was no feeling of joy in his heart to get the treasure, and the more the uncle instructed, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart, and his nose was sour.

"That's right," Uncle Tim seemed to think of something, and suddenly spat out two things from the endless abyss behind him, one was an insect beetle with an inky black sheen all over his body, and the other was a pair of dark scythes, which seemed to be the remains of a black worm that had just been swallowed.

"These two things are good materials for refining, but even if you don't refine them, they are a good pair of treasures for you, take them, I should go." ”

As he spoke, his spirit had dissipated to his neck.

Looking at these two treasures, Ning Tao cried and shouted: "Uncle, don't die, I haven't talked to you yet, uncle ......!"

"Whoosh!"

Mo Lao rushed over, saw this complicated scene, and arched his hand: "Thank you seniors for saving your life, go all the way." ”

Seeing the two of them like this, Uncle Tim rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Who are you two cursing, I said to leave, but I didn't say to die......!"

Well?

"What do you mean?"

The two of them froze on the ground in confusion.

This divine soul origin has dissipated, and there is only a trace of the breath that belongs to him, anyone who sees this scene knows that this is a phenomenon of falling, is it false?

A tangle appeared between the uncle's eyebrows, helpless, this problem is quite difficult to explain, and there is not much time, so that's it......

"Huh!"

In a trance, a woman chuckled from the deep pit.

"Boom!"

The earth shook, Uncle Tim's face changed at the same time, and he instantly turned his head to look at the stone gate, and a dark and thick black pillar of light shot straight into the sky, but quickly dissipated.

It looks like it's signaling.

However, the uncle screamed in surprise, looked at Shimen and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn worm mother, you still have this hand, so calculating!"

I just wanted to do it, but I found that my hands and feet were gone.

Just when Ning Tao and the others were dumbfounded, Uncle Tim shouted anxiously at him: "Little guy, remember what I said, this world will be handed over to you, you are the master here, no matter what terrible things happen...... You can't even bow your head!"

"Don't you want to come and talk to me, this world is your test, if you can survive... Through it, you come to the Upper Realm... Immortal... Region... Find me ......."

On and off, no more sound.

Ning Tao's face was dull, his mouth opened wide, although there was no trace of uncle's breath in this world, but the meaning of that sentence seemed to be...... He's not dead!

"Big... Uncle...... Are you really alive?'

Mo Lao walked up to him, looked at the prosaic void and muttered: "Maybe that senior is really not dead, I can feel that his strength is as vast as an abyss, even in ancient books, I have never seen such a powerful person, I feel terrifying at a glance." ”

"If you really want to know the answer, whether the predecessors are alive or dead, go to that fairy realm to see, anyway, with your talent, you will go sooner or later. ”

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Hearing this, Ning Tao nodded with a complicated face, touched his eyebrows, and the mysterious gift left by the uncle was still there, and it was quietly hidden at the moment.

I swore secretly: "Uncle, I will definitely go to your ......!"

Gritting his teeth and dragging his stump body, with the support of Wu Hailin and other disciples who rushed over, he grabbed Bai Luo and walked towards the white old demon little by little, with hatred in his eyes.

The latter was old at the moment, his eyes were cloudy, his face was wrinkled like fish scales, his skin was drooping, as if the essence had been sucked dry, and his body exuded the breath of morning and twilight.

"Bastard!"

Wu Hailin and the other disciples were red-eyed and wanted to scratch him.

And the remnants of the White Lotus Sect and the blood clan had already fled together, Clark almost fell into the god realm and was taken away by the blood clan, and that Cao Bin just left a word viciously.

"Ning Tao, I'm waiting for you in Europe!"

Thomas carried the holy sword with a cold face and chased the whole world......

Only Hongmeng disciples were left in this deep pit, Ning Tao retracted his gaze and looked at the white old demon with hatred, it was him...... Kill Senior Brother Moyang!

"Ahem... Cough...... Unexpectedly, I was actually defeated in the hands of your little cub, it seems that my guess is correct, you are indeed my White Lotus Sect nemesis. ”

The White Old Devil said hoarsely.

Ning Tao had a cold face, stabbed him in the thigh like lightning, and said indifferently: "This shot is for my master!"

"Ahh Little cubs. ”

Another shot pierced the abdomen, "This shot is for my Hongmeng's dead disciple." ”

Another shot pierced the liver and lungs, "This shot is for the hundreds of thousands of Chinese compatriots you slaughtered." ”

"This shot...... It's for me!"

Five or six blood holes were pierced out one by one, the white old demon's face was distorted, he roared in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I curse you ......!"

"Bang!"

His head was smashed to pieces by a silver spear.

"This shot...... It's for Senior Brother Moyang!"

Ning Tao said indifferently.

Seeing this, Wu Hailin and dozens of other disciples slashed his corpse with swords with red eyes, and chopped them all into pulp.

In the end, it was Ning Tao who sent him away with a fire.

Mo Yuntian, who saw this scene in his eyes, sighed faintly, the thousand-year-old hero died like this, White Old Devil, go all the way......

Far away,

The people of Yuntian Dao looked over here, their eyes flickering!