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The wreckage was scattered and floating in the water.

The stick method was violent, and this violent blow that did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries shattered his body in Zhang Ning's stunned gaze.

Zhang Ning, dead!

At least the physical body is completely destroyed.

At this point in the battle, others may think that Zhang Ning is dead.

But Ye Lingtian did not relax at all.

He quickly took out a muscle-building pill from the storage space and took it, running the Nine Turns Golden Body Technique, his abdomen squirmed, and the wound in his abdomen torn by the flying sword quickly stopped bleeding, and he couldn't see the slightest trace at all.

Ye Lingtian held the Burning Sky Stick in his hand and stared at the red blood in front of him with a wary expression.

Zhang Ning can turn blood into Dafa, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect are born to play with blood, even if there is only one blood left in the end, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, they can be reborn again.

Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, the physical body is just the shell, and the blood is the foundation.

What's more, there is far more than a blood, but a pile of blood here!

He blasted Zhang Ning's body at the cost of his injuries, causing him extremely serious injuries at most, far from the level of death.

The physical body is the source of blood, and to explode his physical body is to completely block it and turn him into sourceless water.

To deal with such a difficult enemy, we must be vigilant, and the slightest hesitation and carelessness will fall into a point of no return.

And Ye Lingtian already had a complete plan in his heart, first to weaken the opponent's soul through the pupil technique, then the second step was to block blood regeneration, and the next third step was to slowly fight against each other and consume the essence blood.

"I don't believe it, at this point, you're not dead!" A trace of evil energy flashed in Ye Lingtian's eyes.

The blood and water condensed, constantly swirling.

"Kill!"

A low roar came from the blood.

It was Zhang Ning's voice.

The blood water stirred the underwater water and began to form a circle of whirlpools, and Zhang Ning's spiritual sense was hidden in the blood water.

It can be said that he is dead at this moment.

Because his physical body was completely destroyed by Ye Lingtian.

However, he is not dead yet.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, since he secretly practiced the Blood Transformation Dafa, he has already formed a continuous cause and effect with the Blood Demon Sect.

In the end, he also escaped with the Blood Demon Sect's exercises.

Zhang Ning's spiritual sense was hidden in the blood water, extremely weak, and he could run out of oil at any time, but the anger in his heart was already monstrous.

"I've been pushed to this extent by him, damn it, damn it!"

"You give me death!"

The swirling whirlpool continued to pull, and under the huge pulling force, the whole person stood unsteadily, and in the whirlpool, a blood-red flying sword rushed straight towards him with sharp blood.

"You really didn't die that easily." Ye Lingtian's expression was awe-inspiring, and a faint light floated above his eyes, and he had already seen Zhang Ning's spiritual state clearly.

He actually fused his spiritual sense into his essence and blood, hid in the flying sword, and flew with the spiritual sense sword, which was even more powerful than before.

But his spiritual sense was clearly much weaker than before.

This is the work of the Fire Raven Technique.

Accumulate a lot, and wipe out the opponent's advantages little by little, so that there is the current situation.

Victory doesn't come easily, and this is the perfect time to kill him.

If you miss this opportunity, it will be very difficult to have such an opportunity in the future.

"Fire Raven's Technique!"

Ye Lingtian let out a low snort, completely letting go of the control of his body, and turned to forcibly urge the Fire Crow Technique.

He believed that it would be absolutely impossible for Zhang Ning to cast the Blood Cloud Storm to forcibly break the pupil technique for the second time.

For the psionic sense, the effect of the Running Pupil technique far exceeds the physical damage.

Airplanes!

In the gray-white space, Zhang Ning's spirit was dragged in again.

At this time, he looked so embarrassed, his spirit was uncertain, and it seemed that he could be extinguished at any time.

"Damn, shit!" He roared angrily, as if he saw his end coming.

He didn't expect that a small outer disciple who was despised by him at the beginning would grow to such an extent that he would force himself to the brink of life and death.

A strong sense of remorse echoed in my heart: "I regret it so much, why didn't I completely destroy your little bastard at the beginning, cut the grass without removing the roots, and regret not at the beginning." ”

Zhang Ning's spirit gritted his teeth and his expression was hideous.

Ye Lingtian's cold voice resounded all around: "Regret it, don't you?" It's late! If you do all the bad things, you will swallow the consequences of your own evil after all. Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, it is not that it will not be reported, the time has not yet come. Now is the time for you to give your head, and suffer death! ”

Quack quack!

The fire crow monsters in all directions screamed and pounced wildly, and these fire crows with condensed souls were angry and a little agile, tearing apart Zhang Ning's broken soul.

"Ahh I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! ”

"I, Zhang Ning, am the proud son of the Son of Heaven, destined to be proud of the Immortal Dao and become the most powerful monk in the past, how could I die here? I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! ”

Wisps of black smoke emerged from Zhang Ning's soul, and strong negative emotions filled the gray space.

A quarter of an hour later, the screams stopped abruptly, there was no longer a shadow of Zhang Ning in the gray space, and his soul was completely devoured by the fire crow.

At this moment, Ye Lingtian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now Zhang Ning is completely dead.

At the moment when Zhang Ning's soul was completely annihilated, in a secret room on the top of a towering mountain in Xuanyuan Sect, a jade slip hanging in the secret room exploded and turned into powder.

Immediately after, a terrible voice rang out.

"Ning'er, my apprentice! How could you have an accident? ”

"Who is it? Who did this to you? The old man must break his body into ten thousand pieces to avenge you! ”

In the secret room, Wu Xijian's eyes were cracked, and blood flowed out of his pupils.

He raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and a sword intent rose into the sky, tearing all the clouds above the nine heavens into pieces.

Just now, Zhang Ning's life was shattered in front of him.

Zhang Ning, dead!

His apprentice, the heir to the mantle he was proud of, the most potential kendo disciple of Xuanyuan Sect for thousands of years, actually died, died in this inner disciple trial, and died in the ruins.

Wu Xijian was full of remorse in his heart, and he wanted to kill.

With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

Dangdang!

The bell in the refining peak rang without warning, although it was not urgent, but it was continuous, as if it would never stop.

That's the bell for an emergency assembly!

Anyone who hears the bell must gather immediately.

Countless disciples who were meditating in retreat opened their eyes one after another, got up and gathered towards the bottom of the peak.

In the grass house under the refining peak, Wu Xijian's eyes were red, and the evil qi was condensed behind him like a substance, and the pieces of lead were heavy.

"Apprentice, don't worry, the master will definitely avenge you! If you can't find the murderer, this time the trial disciples will be buried for you! My apprentice wow."

Wu Xijian gritted his teeth, his expression was sad and hideous, and the anger in his heart was monstrous.

finally met a kendo wizard who is rare in a thousand years, and he died like this, how can this make him not grief-stricken?

Behind him, thousands of Refining Weapon Peak disciples stood in unison, standing there silently, waiting for Wu Xijian's orders.

"Senior Brother Wu, don't be reckless!" A voice came from afar.