"Give you one last chance, obediently hand over the holy weapon on your body, and then follow the old man back to Zixiao to listen to the fate. ”

Mo Xin stepped out of thin air, and swept towards Ning Chuan with a condescending gaze.

Being able to block Elder Chen's attacks one after another is enough to show that the magic weapon on Ning Chuan's body must have an extraordinary origin.

Such a thing, even Mo Xin couldn't help but salivate.

His faint words, such as the ending of Ning Chuan, who was sentenced, could not be refuted by anyone.

"Why do you think you can help me?"

Ning Chuan felt a little funny, the Tianxuan Divine Armor was worn on his body, even if the Zixiao Holy Lord came, it was impossible for him to move a single hair of his hair.

What's the point of just a great elder of the outer gate?

"Young people really don't know how the sky is high and the earth is thick. ”

Mo Xin snorted coldly, no longer talking nonsense, with his cultivation of the Four Heavens of the Dao Realm, not to mention that Ning Chuan Yijie did not cultivate, even Emperor Chu couldn't stop himself.

The fact that a mere colt of the Chu State dared to despise himself and Zixiao repeatedly, which undoubtedly made Mo Xin completely angry.

"Buzz ......"

He pressed out in the air with one hand, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth seemed to be completely plundered at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an earthy yellow void hand, covering the sky and the sun, and fiercely suppressed Ning Chuan.

"It's so strong!"

Everyone couldn't help but change their faces drastically, including Emperor Chu, and now they were also frowning.

After all, he is a master of slashing the four heavens, and as soon as he makes a move, he has such a terrifying momentum, such as being able to turn over the river and the sea, and kill all living beings in the world.

"Bang!"

However, just when everyone thought that Ning Chuan was about to disappear under this palm, suddenly, the big void hand that was pressed down suddenly collapsed, and it dissipated into nothing in the blink of an eye.

"The person who doesn't know the height of the sky seems to be you, right?"

Ning Chuan stood in place and spoke lightly, his eyes looked at Mo Xin in mid-air with some indifference, and continued, "Who made you stand so high and talk to me? Get down!"

!

These three words, resounding in all directions, as if with some kind of magic, lingered in the minds of everyone in the audience, and did not disperse for a long time.

A waste who has no cultivation at all dares to talk like this to the Great Elder of the Outer Gate of the Zixiao Holy Land, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid no one would dare to imagine that there really was such a bold person.

"You!"

Mo Xin was completely furious, and Ning Chuan's words made a cold glint flash in his eyes.

However, before he could say anything, suddenly, in Ning Chuan's hand, a golden bow appeared.

"Buzz ......"

A wisp of immortal power spread out from the Tong Bow, covering the entire void in an instant, like a Tianyue, and suppressed towards Mo Xin.

"Bang!"

The terrifying immortal power crushed the void, shocking Mo Xin to cough up blood on the spot, and his body seemed to be slapped down from the sky by an invisible big hand.

"Great Elder?"

The other elders of the Zixiao Holy Land and Yunnan Zhi couldn't help but exclaim, and their faces changed suddenly.

"Get down here, too. ”

Ning Chuan's voice sounded again, and the vast immortal power spread from the Tong bow, and finally knocked Yunnan Zhi and the dozen or so Zixiao elders to the ground.

"Ahh

They all vomited blood, and some of them were directly stunned to the ground, unconscious on the spot, unconscious.

"What a terrible breath, what is this?"

In the field, everyone gathered around was stunned, just now they also felt the Tong bow in Ning Chuan's hand, the kind of breath that spread out, made people feel their scalp tingling.

Just a wisp of breath suppressed all the masters of the Zixiao Holy Land, including Mo Xin, without the power to resist, this is at least a holy soldier, right?

"Speaking of which, I happen to have something to do and want to find you Zixiao Holy Land. ”

Ignoring the surprise of everyone around him, Ning Chuan held the Tong bow in his hand and walked forward step by step, and finally came to Mo Xin's side.

At this moment, the other party was injured by the immortal power, and now the corners of his mouth were still overflowing with blood, and his eyes were full of jealousy, looking at the Tong bow in Ning Chuan's hand.

"I heard that you Zixiao has a 'desolation' collection, I just want to borrow some from you to use. Ning Chuan stood in front of Mo Xin, looking at each other condescendingly.

"Wild?"

Mo Xin couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and snorted coldly, "Wishful thinking! Now in this world, this kind of thing is extinct in the world, even if it is me Zixiao, I can't collect much, how can I give it to you?"

"Oh, is it?" Ning Chuan sneered.

A wisp of immortal power spread out again, pressing on Mo Xin's body like a mountain, pressing his waist down, and his whole body was tense, as if the whole person was going to be crushed into flesh at any time.

"It's useless for you to force me, this kind of thing, even for a holy land, is an absolute rarity, and it is kept by the Holy Lord himself, I am an elder of the outer gate, and can I be the master?" Mo Xin's face changed greatly, and he opened his mouth with some difficulty.

He would not have the slightest doubt that this power suppressed on himself was terrifying, if Ning Chuan really wanted to, he could wipe himself out in an instant.

"In that case, bring your holy lord. Ning Chuan's words lightly made everyone present fall to the ground in shock.

A saint-level person, who can almost be called the most powerful existence in this world, can destroy a country with a snap of his fingers, and with a stomp of his feet, he can make the entire Northern Hells shake.

That is a truly supreme existence, if the Zixiao Holy Lord really descends here, even if you Ning Chuan really have a holy soldier in your hands, it will almost be impossible to escape death.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Mo Xin laughed angrily, Ning Chuan's words could not be described as arrogant, they were simply arrogant!

"Poof!"

However, as soon as his words came out, Ning Chuan's expression moved, and the immortal power that suppressed Mo Xin's body became a little stronger, so that he couldn't help coughing up blood again.

Ning Chuan said, "I'll only give you ten breaths of time to send a message back to Zixiao, otherwise ......"

"You!"

Mo Xin's face was pale and bloodless, and he trembled all over, as if he would not be able to support it at any time, and he would be shaken into a blood mist by this terrible force.

"Buzz ......"

In the end, he gritted his teeth, pinched the magic seal in his hand, and shot a rainbow light.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, this rainbow light swept towards the distant sky, which was the direction where Zixiao was.

"No matter who you are, if you have alarmed the Holy Lord today, you will definitely not be able to leave the Chu Kingdom alive!" Mo Xin gritted his teeth and said.

Ning Chuan shrugged his shoulders fearlessly, and said disdainfully, "You still pray that the Zixiao Holy Lord can honestly give me 'desolation', otherwise, I don't dare to guarantee that something will happen." ”