Who is this old man? Seems to have a very good relationship with the Randy Star Heroes?"

Many of the monks looked at each other.

Opposite them, they saw a white-haired old man with a sword walking over, this person's facial features were like knives, without the slightest appearance of erosion by time, as if he was in the prime of life, and beside him, there were several low-level yuan infants, among which there was a young man with a blue nose and swollen face.

"It's a person from the Ning family in the Wasteland, presumably the old man is the ancestor of the Ning family, Ning Yue, that young man...... It is Ning Qianqiu, a rare genius. Someone said it in one word.

Everyone's eyes are all awe-inspiring, the master of the Wasteland is this Ning family, and its status is not inferior to the Chaos Star Twin Heroes, how can everyone not be afraid.

As soon as the Ning family arrived here, they saw Ning Qianqiu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, after saying a word in the old man's ear, he looked at Ye Mo with resentment in his eyes.

But the old man just glanced at Ye Mo, flashed a trace of killing intent, and then ignored it, but looked at the Chaotic Star Duoxiong, and said with a light smile:

"Jiang Daoyou, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, both of you are Yuanying is complete, I am still trapped in the late Yuanying stage, I don't know if this Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo can be given to my Ning family today?"

"Ning Yue, my longevity is approaching, and I need the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo to suppress the death qi, and there is absolutely no reason to give it to you. ”

The white-robed old man kept his head bowed and said nothing. However, the gray-robed old man frowned, standing at the door of the main hall, and if he left here, many monks would be able to jump in.

Thinking of this, the gray-robed old man actually withdrew the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, and said to Ye Mo with a cold gaze:

"The boy of the Yanhuang Clan, after the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo I took suppresses the death qi, I will not only kill you, but also punish the Yanhuang Clan, so that they can know the power of my Chaotic Star Heroes. ”

"yes? I don't think you have that chance. ”

Ye Mo took his hand and said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads with laughter as if they had heard a joke, and Ning Qianqiu looked even more happy, Ye Mo provoked the Ning family, and dared to provoke the Chaos Star Duoxiong, if he didn't die today, he would have to die, but now that the treasure was about to be born, the Ning family didn't have time to pay attention to Ye Mo, a person roared with ants, who would put it in his eyes?

After that, no one paid attention to Ye Mo, and they all stared at the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo in the main hall, looking for an opportunity to seize the treasure, but the Menghan Fairy was staring at it, ready to snatch it at any time.

Sure enough, not long after, the Yuanying Monk of the Black Wind Domain suddenly exclaimed:

"The power of the thunder and lightning of the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo has weakened!"

As he spoke, the Ning Family Ancestor, the Chaotic Star Twin Heroes, as well as the Loose Scattered People of the Southern Heaven Domain, the Demon Thunder Venerable of the Ancient Cloud Domain, and others all got up at the same time, and looked over nervously, and saw that in the main hall, a bamboo lingered with purple light, but the purple light slowly dissipated, as if it had been weakened by something.

At that moment, everyone at the gate of the main hall was tense and enemies of each other, just waiting to snatch such a peerless treasure.

"The Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo is ripe, if you want to live, take the Duanzi Fish and run away quickly, otherwise you will fight in a while, and the power of the Yuan Infant will take your life. Fairy Menghan turned her head and said coldly.

"Well, I'll just walk away. ”

Ye Mo directly agreed, and listened to her dumbfounded, thinking that Ye Mo was also afraid of these people, so he focused on preparing to snatch the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo.

And Ye Mo and Duan Wentian did not leave, but stayed on the periphery.

There are many palaces here, there are many magic circles, if you want to leave, the place where they are is the only exit, unless there is that Yuanying hard shaking array to escape, but there should not be that monk stupid to that extent.

As soon as Ye Mo and the three of them stood still, there was a loud noise in the depths of the main hall, accompanied by a loud noise, countless streamers rushed to the sky, and then all kinds of spells, spiritual treasures, law phases, and Yuan Magnetic Divine Light flew all over the sky, obviously the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo was born, and these began to be snatched.

"Brother Ye, aren't we going to run away?

Duan Ziyu's little face was a little pale, and he was obviously frightened.

It was Duan Wentian who pulled Ye Modao and said hurriedly: "Ye Daoyou, although the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo is important, but the small life is more important, let's run away!"

Ye Mo didn't move, but smiled:

"Don't worry, we will wait here, when they finish the battle and get the treasure, they will be seriously injured, and at that time, my brother will snatch it again, won't it be a fisherman's profit?"

Duan Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and his little fist slammed into him and said, "Brother Ye, you are so bad!"

Only Duan Wentian was still worried, but thinking that Ye Mo had killed the Ghost Jiao King, he was no longer so afraid.

Next, Ye Mo and the three of them stood silently, listening to the deafening sound coming from the main hall. It was a battle between Yuanying high-level cultivators, and every attack they made made the surroundings tremble, and all kinds of swords and spells covered the entire sky.

The momentum is huge, and the ferocity is bursting.

Those Yuanying monks who came from all over the country did their best for the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the square of the entire hall was smashed out of the pit, like a meteorite sinkhole, and some of the surrounding halls were shocked and collapsed.

"Ah, my flesh is shattered!"

In the melee, a terrible scream suddenly came out, and I saw that the low-level Yuan Infant of the Black Wind Domain had his body shattered, and only the palm-sized Yuan Infant remained, holding the flying sword, and fled away in embarrassment.

That's not all, most of the low-level primordial babies couldn't withstand this kind of power, and they fled one after another, not daring to fight the idea of the Purple Thunder Divine Bamboo, and only the high-level primordial babies could get treasures.

Ye Mo looked up, and saw the gray Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, across the void, and the old man in white was even more, sweeping left and right, crisscrossing the battlefield, no one could match.

The strength of this chaotic star is really strong, even if Shouyuan is approaching, with the strength of Yuanying, he still dominates the audience.

"This is the Yuan Infant Fight?"

And Duan Wentian and Duan Ziyu were already in shock, they were just Jindan monks, when had they seen dozens of Yuan Infant melee battles?

"Huh!"

At this moment, several figures escaped from the main hall, and the old man led by him was the ancestor of the Ning family, with the strength of the late Yuan Infant, spread out, followed by Ning Qianqiu and other three low-level Yuan Infants.

I saw that Ning Qianqiu showed a look of ecstasy:

"Grandpa, our Ning family has made a lot of money, those people only know how to snatch the Purple Thunder God Bamboo, but they have forgotten the Golden Thunder God Bamboo Root, this Golden Thunder God Bamboo is also a peerless treasure, if you bring it back to breed for a hundred years, my Ning family will control the Golden Thunder God Bamboo, and everyone will be able to cultivate the Thunder Divine Power by then!"

"Hehe, if it weren't for my deep understanding of righteousness, how could I make the Ning family the number one family in the Linhuang Domain, grandson, study hard, this Ning family will be yours in the future, and you will lead the Ning family to glory." ”

The old man carried it with one hand and said with a faint smile.

"Yes, grandpa's teachings, I dare not forget!"

Ning Qianqiu lowered his head in admiration, but he thought of Ye Mo in an instant, and said resentfully: "That kid doesn't know where to escape, no matter what, when I, Ning Qianqiu, is invincible in time, I will definitely slaughter that kid!"

When he was regretting, he looked up and saw Ye Mo and the three of them standing at the door, Lin Ning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rejoiced, he didn't expect Ye Mo to leave, he immediately shouted:

"Grandpa, this person is the body refining cultivator who flew me, help me kill him!"

"Huh, dare to do something to my grandson, die!"

The Ning family ancestor's face turned cold, and he didn't even command the subordinates around him, he directly stretched out his hand to Ye Mo and slapped it, and he didn't bother to use the flying sword. Who doesn't know that the Ning family in the Wasteland has always been known for its revenge, and those who dare to fight Ning Qianqiu will definitely die.

"Boom!"

Even if the Qingying Mountain will restrict the Yuanying cultivators, but the ancestor of the Ning family is in the late Yuanying period, and the method of the whole body is earth-shattering, don't look at it, it is just a palm, but with a fierce momentum, it is irresistible.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing here?"

Ye Mo suddenly became a little flustered and panicked, as if he was frightened by the momentum, while Duan Wentian and Duan Ziyu were even more trembling, the power of the high-level primordial infant, that was what they could resist.

"Who told you to slap me!"

Ning Qianqiu shook his head and smiled, looking at Ye Mo's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

But when he saw that the ancestor of the Ning family was about to slap Ye Mo with a palm, Ye Mo suddenly smiled and slowly raised his hand.

"Boom!"

At that moment, it was as if a huge drum was beaten, emanating from Ye Mo's body, and a sky-high momentum condensed in Ye Mo's palm, and a punch was punched.

Facing the late Yuan Infant Cultivator, Ye Mo didn't dare to hold it up, and almost used all the power of the Divine Weapon Refining Body and the Twelve Transformations of the True Spirit, and saw that when Ye Mo punched, countless tiny cracks appeared around his fist.

"Not good!"

The Ning family ancestor's face changed wildly, he didn't expect Ye Mo to be a hidden master, but because he thought that he would kill Ye Mo before, there was no room for it, and now in the face of Ye Mo's punch, he couldn't even dodge, the other party was too fast.

"Poof!"

The next moment, the two collided together, but with only one face, the ancestor of the Ning family was seriously injured and vomited blood and retreated.

"What?"

Ning Qianqiu's smile froze.

He only thought that Ye Mo's physical body was better than that of the Yuanying Monk, but he never expected that it was even stronger than the Yuanying Monk, and a face could make the late Yuanying Infant vomit blood upside down, and at this time, Ye Mo actually burst out with a power that was not inferior to the late Yuanying Monk.

"Die!"

Ye Mo pulled out a chain from his chest and shook it violently.

"Puff puff!"

Seeing the wolf tooth ball, tearing the air and sweeping out, the other low-level Yuan Babies of the Ning family couldn't react at all, and they were directly hit by Ye Mo's body, and even the Yuan Babies were beaten alive.

They never dreamed that this unattractive kid would have the strength to kill Yuan Ying in seconds.

"Run!"

When the ancestor of the Ning family saw this scene, he set up a bloody escape, and he was about to run away, and he couldn't even take care of his grandson. But Ye Mo suddenly flashed blue wings from his back, and instantly reached behind the Ning family ancestor, grabbed it in the air, pierced his dantian, and grabbed Yuan Ying in his hand.

"Spare ......"

The ancestor of the Ning family wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but Ye Mo pinched it suddenly, and with a poof, Yuan Ying was like tofu, and he was pinched and exploded on the spot, and the storage bag was directly put away by Ye Mo.

In the blink of an eye, several Yuanying monks of the Ning family were killed by Ye Mo, leaving only Ning Qianqiu alone.

"Da Da Da ......"

Ning Qianqiu's teeth were chattering, and his legs were swinging.

"Daoyou, it's a pity, if you apologized before, maybe this kind of thing wouldn't have happened today, just give you a ride, remember next time, apologize for doing something wrong." ”

Ye Mo said indifferently, raised his hand and directly slapped Ning Qianqiu to death, without the slightest softness.

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