"Bang!"

Ximen Ancestor, whose chest was pierced, was thrown to the ground by Ning Ye like a rag.

Although looking at his appearance, he didn't use any strength at all with just a wave of his hand, but the Ximen Ancestor who smashed on the ground did directly smash the ground made of hard cement into a pit more than ten meters deep, and the ground trembled a few times.

Originally, they were afraid that the Ximen Ancestor would take the lead and snatch away the Tree of Origin first, and the Nangong and the Northern Immortal Ancestor, who were flying here with all their might, saw this extremely strange scene, and hurriedly stopped to the side and watched from afar, not daring to move forward rashly.

After all, Simon Ancestor, a living example, was paralyzed in the pit at this time, his chest was broken, and he didn't know how many bones were broken all over his body.

Fortunately, this is a peak cultivator who has transcended this heaven and earth, if he were an ordinary person, or a monk who is not deeply cultivated, would have already died without bones and could not die anymore.

And this Ximen Ancestor was only seriously injured, but his life was temporarily unhindered.

As the initiator of all this, after Ning Ye casually hit Ximen Ancestor, he no longer paid attention to Ximen Ancestor who collapsed on the ground, and he didn't even look down at him.

Complete contempt.

It's like a goshawk soaring in the sky, not paying attention to the grasshopper that crawls the ground and lives a short life.

Because the gap between the two is too huge.

After all, who cares about how many ants are killed under their feet when they walk?

There is no doubt that the Ximen Ancestor, who is now the top group of existences in the world, is just an ant in Ning Ye's eyes, if you have to talk about the difference, it is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

No matter how strong an ant is, it is only an ant after all, as long as you lift your feet, you can be crushed to death without much effort, so why care?

Ning Ye looked up at the sky, and his gaze fell on the sky.

That's where he belongs.

With Ning Ye's appearance in such a stunning way, it only took one blow to completely abolish the ancestor of the Ximen family, and the battle scene that was still tense before was directly silent at this time.

Looking at the Ximen Ancestor who had not moved in the pit below, although they were enemies who wanted to devour each other, but when they saw the fierce enemy who had fought with them for millions of years since ancient times without falling into the wind, they had no power to resist at this moment, and they were far away from the Nangong and the North Immortal Ancestor, who were standing on the side, and couldn't help but have a sense of sadness for the rabbit and the fox.

The two of them couldn't understand why this young man named Ning Ye had such the power to crush everything, obviously when he set up an ambush before, he was still a small character who needed to rely on the blessing of the sword master and the true dragon to escape the catastrophe.

Even if he was the reincarnation and rebirth of that ancient saint, but the ancient is the ancient and the present is the present, and even the ancient saint back then failed in cultivation for some reason and died in the hands of himself and others.

If this Ning Ye can really restore the peak cultivation of the ancient period at any time, then the previous lives would not have died so miserably, even if he deliberately showed weakness and pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, he didn't have to play it so realistically, isn't this looking for abuse.

In the eyes of these people, the quiet night in front of them, including him in previous lives, is just a fruit that can be flattened at will.

And isn't the fate destined to be born as a fruit just to be eaten?

They had always thought so, and what had just happened and what happened to Ximen Ancestor was undoubtedly like a slap in the face to them.

This fruit actually showed such a contemptuous gesture to himself and others, in front of him, like a group of dispensable ants.

It's so hateful to look down on people like this!

As if sensing something, Ning Ye withdrew his gaze from the sky, turned his head to look into the distance, and was looking at his Nangong and Northern Ancestors.

The moment his eyes touched, the two ancestors of the family were shocked as if they had been struck by lightning.

What kind of eyes are they, they are not at all what creatures in this world should have.

In these eyes, it is like a whole star field inside, in which countless stars circulate and disillusion, countless civilizations from prosperity to extinction, all things are conceived from chaos, and then return to chaos, and so on......

Just one glance is like seeing all beings!

After Nangong Ancestor and Beiming Ancestor glanced at each other with these pair of demonic eyes, they had a feeling that their divine souls were about to be sucked into them and turned into nothingness, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly fought for the price of the heavy damage to their divine souls, and finally looked away.

This is still decisive enough for the two of them, if they hesitate for a while, their souls will be lost in those eyes, and their souls will fall apart, and they will be completely dead.

This feeling is like a question that Chu Ran once asked the third brother Nangong Ritian a long time ago: how big is the gap between himself and the sword master and the tsundere dragon, and if they fight, how long can they hold out in their hands.

And Nangong Ritian's answer was that these two big guys, just need to look at you, and you will die.

This sentence, if it is fulfilled in Ning Ye.

He just glanced at these two ancestors extremely casually, and they couldn't bear it and almost died.

You must know that these ancestors are the strongest people who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the world today, but they can't even bear this glance, if they are replaced by other ordinary monks, then the result is completely self-evident.

So speaking of which, Ximen Ancestor was really injured and not wronged at all.

Although he escaped death, he forcibly broke free from the picture in Ning Ye's eyes, and also caused the souls of Nangong and Beiming Ancestor to suffer heavy damage, although on the surface it seems that Ximen Ancestor who is still lying in the pit is miserable, but in reality, the three of them are all equal.

Nangong and Beiming Ancestor, who were originally going to wait and see the situation from the sidelines, looking for the right time, had just wandered from the Ghost Gate Pass at this moment, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay here anymore, for fear that the weird Ning Ye would really make a move on the two of them.

The two of them fled frantically as fast as they could in their lives, only hating that they had not been able to give birth to eight pairs of wings, and hurried out of this terrifying place of right and wrong.

Ning Ye watched them flee, and did not make a move to stop them, or to be more accurate, he didn't bother to do such a thing at all.

If he really wanted these two people to die, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, even if they left this world, it would be useless, and they could still be crushed with just one thought.

Because this realm is his possession.

After the two left, Ning Ye moved his gaze to the sword master who had been standing not far in front of him from the beginning, and had been watching.

As the master of the Endless Realm, including this heaven and earth, he was able to easily understand many things at this time.

For example, the Ximen Ancestor just now, and the Nangong and the Northern Immortal Ancestor just now, although Ning Ye didn't know who these three ants were, he could sense their unkindness towards him.

Therefore, Ning Ye made a move and glanced at them.

But in front of him, the strange white-haired boy who was standing in front of him, holding a wooden sword and staring at him, Ning Ye couldn't sense his injustice to himself.

On the contrary, he could feel that the eyes of this white-haired young man with a wooden sword looking at him were full of many things that he did not understand.

And this kind of thing, in human beings, is called "love".