Nie couldn't complain about Autumn, why was he so shameless and angry.

"Boy, you're going to beat me to the end. You know what you're going to endure. This is my endless anger. Do you think you can endure that kind of pain, even if I'm going to be tortured to death!"

He complained that his heart was a little cold, but his simple words definitely did not make him afraid.

Either be physically destroyed or fight for destruction. Of course, He Yuanqiu chose to fight for it.

At this time, Nie Zhengyang also showed five separations, but in the face of the same five Nie Martial Dao separations, he couldn't gain any advantages.

The shock in Nie Zhengyang's heart still hadn't diminished, he just wanted to know why Nie Wudao could cultivate so many separate paths, which was completely out of line with common sense.

After a period of fighting, he complained that Qiu had discovered that the five paths he was facing were no different from Nie Wudao's strength, which meant that Nie Wudao's avenue was not flawed.

Yu Guang stared at Zhengyang's yellow table, which made it difficult for others to feel.

If Nie Wudao really asked him to insist on why he blamed Qiu, then waiting for this world would inevitably be Nie Wudao's endless destruction and ambition.

During these 10,000 years, the anger and pain that had accumulated in Nie Wudao's heart had to be resolved through his extinguishing and destruction, and Nie Wudao, who had the chaos and immortality of why he complained about the Qiu Dynasty, would surely be greatly improved. At that time, even if the Nine Palace Emperor was resurrected, it would not be Nie Wudao's opponent.

We must stop him!Nie Zhengyang told himself that he didn't want his sin to destroy the whole world.

"The devil is trapped!"

Nie Wudao eventually couldn't stand what he was complaining about as a busybody, so he had to adopt a series of powerful tactics to try to subdue him directly and then slowly torture him.

But how could he complain that Qiu had made it so easy for him to succeed? The divine sword in his hand had turned into a thousand swords, and he was cutting it off in Nie Wudao's separation.

Although Nie Wudao was very tough, the fierce devouring of the divine sword was also a huge threat to Nie Wudao.

With a small negligence, Nie Wudao's separation was almost destroyed, so that's why he hated Qiu's spirit sword, and Nie Wudao also had a great fear.

Not only is this kid shameless, but even the magic weapon is so terrifying. But all of this belongs to me. Nie couldn't arrange the soul array, but he didn't give him a chance at all.

Every time Nie Wudao arranged one place, why complain that Qiu would attack another place, so Nie Wudao couldn't arrange all the array methods.

Although Nie Wudao's separation had a lot of curtains, it couldn't stop why he complained about Qiu's impact regardless of life and death, so why complaining about Qiu getting this method was extremely effective.

"You, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Nie Wudao suddenly threw the flag, and his face became very grim.

"Well, as if I didn't move, you let me go. You will be as good as the devil, just to get my body, and I will never let you escape it easily!"

"You bastard, humble ant, you are provoking me, I swear, I will let you know that life is better than death, I will tear your soul a little bit, and then let you watch me eat your soul in one bite, this pain you have not heard of, rest assured, you can't escape!" Nie Wudao said, in this section, the human body suddenly became a beast, the pupils of the eyes shrank, like a poisonous snake, the mouth was separated to both ends, the mouth was severely decompressed, and the teeth were terrible.

Looking at this scene, Nie Zhengyang's heart suddenly trembled. He knew what he was thinking.

Nie Zhengyang wanted to break away from the five paths of separation, but these five had completely abandoned life and death, and this attack was simply a failed situation.

"Get out of here quickly, you don't deserve him!"

He complained about the sudden tightening of autumn's appearance, but even though he knew that Nie Wudao was about to put on a terrifying method, he still couldn't escape in time.

The old man stayed at a distance, his eyes becoming a little dark and gloomy. He complained that Qiu and Nie had no way to fight what he saw, but there was nothing he could do.

As long as the old man dared to go up, Nie couldn't solve him by sending him single.

Black magic poured out from Nie Wudao's fifteen incarnations, like sweet dark clouds constantly blocking the blue sky.

There was not a hint of thunder, but some endless wind.

"Abyss Hell!"

This is a skill that Nie Wudao has trained by sacrificing part of his spirit, and his strength has surpassed the peak of the sky, but the most important purpose of Nie Wudao is still why the trap is disgusted with autumn.

Under the cover of the abyss and hell, why complain about Qiu, even if he has the greatest ability, he will slowly wear off all his spiritual power before he can be slaughtered.

"Kill the Heavenly Sword, devour me!" He Binqiu poured his spiritual power into the sword of Shakyamuni, and the huge power of devouring suddenly poured out from the sword of Shakyamuni. The dense black magic around him was absorbed by the Shakyamuni sword.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zhengyang was slightly surprised, but it didn't seem to be able to change the solution, so it could only be postponed for the time being.

Black magic still gushed out of Nie Wudao's fifteen incarnations, and there was even an abyssal black hole that appeared in midair. Black magic poured out faster than you could imagine. "Boy, the next time you're scared, I'll take you away from death and let you know what death is like. Pain and fear will disappear with your spirit, I will devour all your spirit, and your body will belong to me!"

Black magic has covered the surrounding world, and Nie Wudao's fifteen separations have disappeared into magic, why complain that Autumn can only rely on the savage sword to continue devouring and maintain the safety of the surroundings.

But the magical gas seems to be constantly changing. The sword's devouring effect will eventually end.

He hated Qiu more and more and felt that he didn't dare for a while, but a little bit of magic leaked out, and he hated Qiu for having a little less body, it would be a tearful pain.

This pain is mental, it does no harm to the body.

Why complain about autumn has no choice but to gather all the spirit on the eyebrows, and only then can we minimize the pain.

Nie Zhengyang knew that he had no choice, so he barely caught the eye, and then took out a white jade sword.

When Nie Zhengyang became a man, this jade was given to Nie Zhengyang by Nie Zhengyang, the Emperor of the Nine Kingdoms. He has been preserved for 11,900 years.

Now, he had to give up this piece of jade, and only this extremely high spirit treasure could prevent Nie Wudao.

There was no more melancholy, Nie Zhengyang threw the jade directly.

In an instant, pure light emanated from the jade, and the dense black magic around it touched the white light at the moment when the smoke disappeared, and completely turned into nothingness.

He complained that Autumn naturally couldn't see this scene, he was still trying to hold on, and the endurance of God's sword had become weaker and weaker. The power of this magic is too great, if the Shakyamuni Sword absorbs all the blades of the Heavenly Sword and upgrades to the level of the Shakyamuni Sword, it can still absorb all this magic, but now, it can only be dismissed from fate

The primordial condensed three-dimensional god can directly be a three-dimensional god, but in front of a spiritual demon three-dimensional god, it is simply for death, and this Nie Wudao can't help but complain about the autumn of the three-dimensional god, so that he can easily occupy the three-dimensional of the god.

The white inspiration continued to spread, and a large piece of magic smiled, Nie Wudao naturally realized all this, but he didn't care too much.

(End of chapter)