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The rumbling sound was endless, and huge cracks appeared in the mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles, collapsing one after another, forming cliffs one after another.

The people at the center of the explosion were swept away by the terrifying force that surged up after being hit by the rubble. The full blow of a half-immortal body and the collision of Ning Tian's true power dealt a devastating blow to this small mountain range.

When everything calmed down, everything around the center of the explosion turned to charcoal, emitting white smoke that soared into the sky, and the earth shook clearly from thousands of miles away, and the smoke soared into the sky.

Some powerful monks released their body protection true qi at the first time, barely protecting their bodies under the huge impact, and some of the weaker cultivators were not so lucky, and they all curled up on the ground and kept rolling**.

"My Netherworld Pearl, you old thing, such a big movement, if Lao Tzu didn't come out in time, he really got your way, what kind of heart do you have. ”

The gray-faced old poison was shaken by the huge impact and churned, glaring at the magic power and said viciously.

Magic Chin didn't get any favors, the clothes on his left arm had turned to dust, his skin was exposed, and a deep wound that was visible was bleeding outward. Ignoring the old poison's questioning, he looked at the consequences of the explosion with a shocked expression, and there was a suspicion in his heart that his strength would not cause such great harm at all.

A large pit with a diameter of 100 meters was bottomless, and black smoke was emitting from time to time, and Scrooge was covered with scars and half-squatted on the edge of the pit, panting for breath. Bloodstained wounds, and some even saw Bai Sensen's bones. If it weren't for the zombie's tough **, I'm afraid he would have turned into a puddle of minced meat.

The body of the little wild boar lay motionless not far away, apparently still in a comatose state. His body was not affected too much, presumably because Scrooge used his own strength to protect the little boar when the explosion occurred.

"The host ......"

Looking at the huge black hole, Scrooge endured the severe pain in his body, struggled to crawl to the edge of the hole, and cried out in pain.

"Haha...... Ning Tianzhen is dead, old poison, this time we have eradicated a scourge for the mainland. ”

Looking at the miser who was still struggling, Magic Qin was stunned for a moment and laughed.

"Whether he dies or not is my business, you disturbed my good deeds, and returned my Nether Pearl. ”

The old poison didn't pay any attention to Magic Chin's words, and was about to rush forward with a roar.

Suddenly, a faint blue light slowly rose from the deep crater, and the burning sensation in the air caused by the explosion suddenly disappeared, and an icy aura spread through.

Looking at the sudden change, the old poison stopped his pace and said with excitement on his face: "Haha...... Netherworld Bead, God is really kind to me, when I get the Netherworld Bead and practice into Nether**, my strength will definitely break through the Great Breaking Sect Realm. ”

Hearing the old poison's wild laughter, Magic Chin's face was cloudy. Originally, he could eradicate this old monster by taking the opportunity of Ning Tianzhen's appearance, but he didn't expect this old thing to see through his thoughts and teleport out of the tomb. Until after the explosion, he was secretly glad that even if he couldn't kill the old poison, he didn't let him get the Nether Bead. Who would have thought that the Nether Orb had not yet been destroyed.

As an Immortal Cultivator of the Half-Immortal Body of the Small Perfection Realm, his strength was not the opponent of the Old Poison of the Half-Saint Body of the Little Broken Sect Realm, which was also an important reason why he would rather destroy the Nether Bead.

The blue light in the dark pit grew stronger and stronger, and as the Nether Orb slowly flew out of the pit, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly, sprinkling a layer of hoarfrost on the charred ground.

"Is that the Nether Orb?"

Although many people have not yet reached the Breaking Sect Realm, they still understand the Netherworld Evil Qi, once they get a trace of Netherworld Evil Qi refining, they may be able to break through the Breaking Sect Realm in one fell swoop, not to mention that the Netherworld Bead is the essence of the Netherworld Evil Qi, and its effect will be better.

Ignoring the trauma of the body, many people greedily looked at the slowly rising Netherworld Bead, rubbing their hands, eager to try.

"Hmph, the Netherworld Bead belongs to the old man, if anyone dares to pay attention to the Netherworld Bead, he will be the enemy of the old man, when the time comes, don't blame the old man for being ruthless. ”

The old poison glanced at the people who slowly gathered around, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"Those who see it have a share, old poison, don't rely on your own strength to be stronger, so you don't take us seriously. ”

A swarthy middle-aged man squinted at the old poison and said coldly.

"The bullshit seeker has a share, what are you, and you dare to argue with the old man, believe it or not, I tore you up. ”

The old poison spat his saliva fiercely, staring at the middle-aged man's murderous face.

Seeing that the old poison was so arrogant and didn't take everyone seriously, they all scolded angrily, but their strength was limited, and they could only watch the old poison slowly approach the Netherworld Pearl.

The magic power on the side glanced at everyone, watching the old poison walk towards the Nether Bead but did not speak, but in his heart he scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the old poison.

"Demon Protector, your strength is on par with the old poison, and you are both a half-immortal and half-saint body, will you just watch it get the Nether Bead?

An old man with a goatee shook his head and said in a strange voice.

Among the seven and twenty-two gangs of the four sects and nine sects in the mainland, the nine sects are divided into three camps, of which the four major sects are the immortal sect and the martial faction, the three major sects are the demon sect, and the two major sects are the demon beast sect.

The Lonely Demon Sect ranks fourth among the nine sects, and it can be said that the power is very strong, and although the Netherworld Ghost Tomb where the old poison is located is an emerging force, it is not among the seven two sects of the Four Sects, Nine Sects, and its power is not lower than that of each sect, and it has the momentum to replace the Lonely Demon Sect among the Demon Sects.

"Old young man, don't stand and talk without backache, if you have the ability, you can try it, aren't you afraid of the Netherworld Ghost Tomb?"

Magic Chin was originally a smart man, and his strength was not as good as that of the old poisoner. Although the Nether Bead is a rare artifact, it will not form a bond with the old poison for it, leading to a conflict between the two major forces.

The old young man is also a human spirit, and when he heard the meaning of the magic power Qin's words, he understood the conflict of interest, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "My Lingyun faction is a small sect, and it can't compare to you behemoths. ”

"What's so great about your Netherworld Demon Tomb, Evil Demon Outer Dao, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"

Under the temptation of interests, there are always some people who are not afraid of death, only to see a young monk shouting at the old poison without hesitation.

"Elder Zheng is right, the Nether Bead is originally an ownerless thing, everyone has a share in it, no matter how strong you are, can you really fight against all of us?"

"We are not afraid that others are afraid of your ghost mound, everyone will go up together, it's a big deal that the fish will die and the net will be broken. ”

"The Netherworld Ghost Tomb does a lot of evil, it is not tolerated by the mainland, and it is so bright that it can be controlled by evil. ”

Suddenly, all the crowd was excited, and they sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands, preparing to besiege the old poison.

Hearing a chaotic shouting behind him, the old poison frowned slightly and slowly turned around, looked at everyone and said with a sneer: "It seems that there are really people who are not afraid of death." Even if you rotten sweet potato rotten bird eggs want to get their hands on the Nether Pearl, it's really beyond your strength. ”

Before the words fell, a huge force was released from the body, and everyone who was a few meters away suddenly took a few steps back, looking at the old poison with a frightened face, and no one dared to speak.

It's just a level apart, but the strength of the two sides is very different, and the power of the old poison is fused into the poisonous gas, which makes everyone even more jealous, and no one dares to act rashly.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash. ”

The old poison snorted coldly and said with a disdainful expression.

In the face of the powerful old poison, everyone's faces were ugly, their muscles trembled slightly, and they all dared to be angry and dare not speak.

Seeing that none of the people dared to move, they were all shocked by themselves, and a sneer appeared on their faces, and they turned around and walked towards the Netherworld Bead step by step.

"The Nether Orb is mine, and those who dare to move die. ”

At the moment when the old poison was about to touch the Nether Bead, only to hear a burst of cheers, everyone was stunned.

Two red rays shot out from the deep hole, and a figure shot out from the deep pit as fast as lightning, and at the moment when this figure appeared, the Yuan Force between heaven and earth fluctuated strongly, and a terrifying aura of death permeated the surroundings, coupled with the cold aura released by the Nether Bead, which made people almost suffocate.

The old poison didn't expect that someone would appear to stop him at this time, and the huge death pressure was like the water of the Yangtze River crushing towards him. Ignoring the Nether Bead, the old poison's body quickly retreated.

"Ning Tianzhen, you are not dead yet. ”

Magic Liqin looked in amazement as a white jade coffin in mid-air blocked in front of the old poison, on top of the jade coffin, Ning Tianzhen's cloak was suspended on it, and a huge death aura circulated around him. He couldn't have imagined how Ning Tianzhen could survive under such an explosion.

Under the full blow of the half-immortal body, the entire mountain range was almost destroyed, but Ning Tianzhen seemed to have transcended everything and appeared in front of everyone again.

The old poison was even more immersed in shock, he knew the power of the magic power, that kind of terrifying attack even he could only dodge, a little Ning Tianzhen actually resisted, and he was like a nobody, what kind of existence is this.

"Little rabbit cub is you again, I don't care what kind of bullshit monster you are, dare to spoil the old man's good deeds, the old man killed you alive. ”

After a moment of shock, the old poison said with a gloomy face.

"The host ......"

Seeing Ning Tianzhen appear, Scrooge's expression suddenly relaxed, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Ning Tianzhen glanced at Scrooge and the little wild boar, and there was a trace of care in his eyes, which was only fleeting, and then turned his head and looked at the old poison coldly: "Netherworld Ghost Mound, I won't look for you in the lonely door, but you will come to the door." ”

"Is he the corpse king Ning naïve? ”

Everyone looked at Ning Tianzhen in astonishment, facing the body of a half-immortal and a half-saint, but the momentum did not fall behind. What's even more shocking is that he actually challenged the Netherworld Ghost Tomb and the Lonely Demon Gate with his own strength, what a courage he is.

"Little bastard, you are looking for death, believe it or not, I will pinch you to death now. ”

The old poison looked at Ning Tianzhen with a gloomy face, since he stepped into the Broken Sect Realm, when had he been insulted like this.

"Ning Tianzhen, you really think of yourself as a character, just a remnant of the Ning family. ”

A faint white light flickered around Magic Lishin's body, and he said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

Hearing Mo Liqin's words, Ning Tianzhen's face turned cold, the Ning family was tragically destroyed, this was an indelible pain in his heart, even if he killed the world, he would not hesitate to do it.

"Molichin, you will die. ”

The powerful resentment and hatred climbed to an extreme point at this moment, and a gust of wind suddenly set off in the air.

"What a big breath, if you want to kill the body of a half-immortal, do you want to go against the sky. ”

Although the old poison didn't look down on Mana Liqin, when he heard Ning Tian's arrogant words at this time, he couldn't help but sneer with disdain.

"Heaven is unfair, what's the use of respecting him, even if it's against heaven. ”

Ning Tianzhen roared at the sky, like a thunderstorm in the Nine Heavens, and the shattered mountain range below him suddenly beat restlessly, and a trace of dark power poured out from the rubble under the mountain range.

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