It is rumored that since the catastrophe a hundred years ago, the vitality of the three major sects of Taoism has been greatly damaged, and Maoshan is even more fragmented.

The whereabouts of the five branches are unknown, and the heirs have lost news, and everyone thinks that there will be no more Maoshan in the world.

However, today, a hundred years later, various sects and factions suddenly found that Wumen, Yitang, Shangdian, and Gongliang, as if they had made an appointment, began to appear in front of everyone one after another.

Are they dragons? Are they worms?

Are they going to rebuild Maoshan, or are they going to continue to swallow their anger?

Today, Yan Ning used his strength to tell the entire Taoism that the ghost doctor of Wumen is back, and Maoshan is back!

"Gengxin Renqi, the Eight Great Heavenly Ding. Urgent order my mouth, urgent order my heart. Wumen has an edict, give me a finger spirit! Wumen has seventy-two golden needles, kill all the evil demons and demons in the world!"

"Edict!"

With Yan Ning's loud shout, seventy-two golden needles spun rapidly around him, forming a terrifying storm of golden needles, and many people sitting in the audience unconsciously raised their hands and pressed the hat on their heads.

"Is that the one hundred and eight golden needles of Wumen?"

"Only seventy-two ......"

"But, it's still terrifying!"

"No...... No, it's not over yet! Yan Ning is still reciting the Dao Decision!"

Everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, and the thunder hatred was even more frightened by the scene in front of them, and their legs trembled, only to see that the originally cloudless sky was churning, and a black thundercloud appeared, and the white thunder light rolled like a dragon in it.

Jiang Yunhe looked at the thundercloud, with a hint of incredible expression on his face: "Edict Thunder Fire Curse, has that little bastard even cultivated this to such an extent!"

Jiang Wujue's face turned pale, he couldn't imagine that the man he kept saying he wanted to defeat with his own hands was so powerful!

It was so powerful that it gave him an inferiority complex.

Ignoring the discussions of others, Yan Ning slowly closed his eyes and read aloud:

Disciple Yan Ning leads the heavens and thunders to break through thousands of evils, destroy thousands of ghosts, open my divine order, and punish the ghosts!"

Boom –

A terrifying white thunder light, with a thick waist and a red flame, slashed straight at the eye of the golden needle storm, and the wind and clouds changed color in an instant, and the golden needle storm shone with white thunder and red firelight, which was an absolute power that was prohibitive and untouchable!

Lei Hate had forgotten to be afraid, he looked at the huge thunder and fire storm, and saw the vague figure behind him through the storm, and a sense of powerlessness had been born in his heart.

"Die!"

Yan Ning's closed eyes opened suddenly, as if there was a golden light circulating, the huge thunder and fire storm turned the floor of the entire arena upside down, and the Gu worm was as fragile as a piece of thin paper in front of the storm, and it was instantly defeated, twisted into pieces by the golden needle, and burned by the thunder and fire!

"It's not good, if you go on like this, you're really going to die!" Zhang Rushan's face changed, and he saw that the thunder and fire storm swept towards Lei Ha, but Lei Ha didn't move at all, and was about to save people, but Zhang Daofeng stopped him:

"Don't worry, Yan Ning won't kill him, this kid is measured. ”

Zhang Rushan hurriedly said: "Fart, such a powerful force, can he control it!"

When the words fell, Zhang Rushan suddenly found that there was silence behind him, and when he turned his head, the thunder and fire storm had disappeared, and the dust had settled, only the thunder hatred standing in place, and the seventy-two golden needles that stood still in front of him.

"How could it be ......" Zhang Rushan's eyes widened and he said in the most shocked tone he had in years.

Not only Zhang Rushan, but everyone on the field widened their eyes in surprise, just now they looked like they were going to destroy the world, why did they disappear in an instant?

To do this, how deep cultivation is needed, how powerful control is needed?!

Yan Ning looked at Lei Hate coldly, and with a wave of his hand, seventy-two golden needles returned to his body.

In fact, a few days ago, he couldn't do this scene, but since he practiced Tai Chi, Yan Ning's control of strength has gradually become thorough, and the concept of four or two thousand catties has gradually entered his bone marrow.

"Is it time to speak harshly?"

Yan Ning chuckled.

When Lei Hate heard this, he trembled, and actually knelt in front of Yan Ning on the spot: "I...... Lost. ”

"Okay, then I'm going to start talking harshly. ”

Yan Ning turned around and glanced at the audience above, and then his voice resounded throughout the audience: "Maoshan!

Five simple words, Yan Ning shouted with all his strength, like a heavy mallet, beating on everyone's hearts.

Maoshan is back, and these five words were fiercely engraved in everyone's minds by Yan Ning's voice!

"Good!"

Tang Wenlin took the lead and applauded Yan Ning, and Zhuang Xiaoya and the others immediately shouted excitedly. Then, the entire Luo Tian Arena couldn't help but applaud Yan Ning!

There are only three Jiang Yunhe, and their faces are like ashes.

The purpose of their trip was to use the Sky Swallowing Python to make their reputation as the representative of Maoshan in the Gongliang lineage, but as soon as Yan Ning stirred up like this, everyone would only remember him Yan Ning. When you mention Yan Ning, you think of Maoshan, and when you mention Maoshan, you think of Yan Ning.

It doesn't have anything to do with their righteousness.

"Let's go. Jiang Yunhe sighed, got up and left the table.

Jiang Shaobo hurriedly asked: "Why are you leaving, there will be a battle in the sky later." ”

"Look at this arena, are you still competing today?" Jiang Yunhe said with a gloomy face.

Jiang Shaobo looked back, and there was no good land in the huge arena, all of which had been overturned by Yan Ning's thunderstorm just now.

In desperation, Jiang Shaobo could only follow Jiang Yunhe to get up, he pulled Jiang Wujue, Jiang Wujue had no expression, followed behind them, and left the Luo Tian Arena together.

Zhang Rushan's eyes were full of relief, and he announced loudly: "The result of the battle, Yan Ning wins!"

Yan Ning raised his chin, he was quite satisfied with his performance, after showing such strength, at least half of the forces did not dare to fight his idea.

In the cheers, Yan Ning slowly left the arena, and Lei Hate was dejected, having lost all his spiritual support, Tang Wenlin knew that from now on, there would no longer be a guy named Lei Hate in the Daomen, because he had already produced a heart demon, Yan Ning would not die for a day, and his Dao would not take a step forward.

Zhang Rushan looked at the messy arena, smiled bitterly, and announced: "We will repair the arena as soon as possible, and the afternoon battle will be postponed to tomorrow, please go back!"

Seeing the battle between Yan Ning and Lei Hate, everyone was already satisfied, without any complaints, and still sat in the audience to discuss, many people also found Zhuang Xiaoya and Wang Tianci, and nodded to them one after another, and even more sects directly stepped forward to talk to them, in order to avoid trouble, Zhuang Xiaoya and his party quickly left the arena and went to find Yan Ning.

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