As the heavens and the earth trembled violently, the eyes of the spectators were bursts of dazzling white light, and even if they opened their eyes, they could not see the battle situation in the distance.

Only when the white light dissipated and the roar gradually subsided, did everyone open their eyes.

Immediately afterward, the sound of surprise rang out. In the previous gladiatorial battle, Xia Yunmo and Ning Daoqi bombarded with almost full strength, with their location as the center, a radius of nearly 100 zhang had turned into ruins, revealing a cruel scene like the end of the world.

Then take a closer look, the Heavenly Master Xia Yunmo is still standing in place, and it seems that except for some damage to his clothes, he is not in serious trouble.

After this big battle, his momentum seems to be even worse, just by looking at it, it makes people feel thrilled.

It's just that why is Sanren Ning Dodge gone?

Even if he loses to Xia Yunmo, shouldn't he disappear?

Was it shattered into slag? How is this possible? That's Sanren Ning Dodge, the world's number one master.

If Ning Daoqi died, there would be a body left here.

But since there is no body here, there is only one possibility, he escaped!

That's right, Ning Daoqi did escape!

Xia Yunmo was clear about this, and he gently stroked the Bingshui Sword in his hand, with a sense of amazement in his eyes.

The original water sword was clear and transparent, but now it has more blood-colored veins, and the blood on it naturally comes from Ning Daoqi.

At the most critical moment, Naning Dodge realized the ninth save of "Eight Saves with Loose Hands".

The ninth pounce is indeed earth-shattering, if he is given a certain amount of time, he may be able to use it to shatter the void, break the cage, and enter a new realm.

It's a pity that Xia Yunmo used his sword, so that he had no way to retreat, plus he was injured by Xia Yunmo's sword qi before, his potential had been exhausted, and there was no other way but to escape.

Even if he escaped, his life could not be saved.

……

At dusk, in a remote bamboo forest.

A tall figure slowly appeared, step by step into the bamboo forest.

This person's posture was indifferent, with a calm smile on his face, his hands behind his back, and a gust of evening wind blew, making his sleeves blow, and his beard flew, more free and easy.

It's a pity that his face is too pale, like a dead man. Naturally, this is none other than the scattered people Ning Dodge.

Eventually, Ning Daoqi walked to a bamboo hut in the center of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo house is very simple, with only a stone couch, a wooden table, a stool and a stool. There is also a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the wooden table, and a few books are placed on the west cabinet on the right, and nothing else.

The place where the first master of the Central Plains lives is so simple.

Ning Daoqi walked to the wooden case, picked up his pen, and wrote a few lines on a blank piece of paper. Immediately, he clapped his hands, and a black shadow flew in from outside, stopping on top of the wooden table.

This is a harrier eagle with a black upper body and a pale lower body, and its eyes are bright.

This is not an ordinary harrier eagle, it is a well-trained psychic harrier eagle, which can fly thousands of miles a day, transmit information, and is extremely ferocious, flying high in the air, not afraid of being attacked and killed by other birds, let alone being shot down.

Ning Daoqi tied the note to the leg of the psychic harrier eagle, and watched the harrier eagle gradually fly into the sky and become a black shadow, he sighed and sat down on the stool.

"I hope we can save a catastrophe."

Sitting in the chair for a while, Ning Daoqi's face became more and more ruddy, he stood up, walked out of the room again, and came to a stream in the bamboo forest.

He stood at the edge of the stream, looking up at the dying sunset, but his face was extremely ruddy, as if he was no different from a normal person.

Ning Daoqi's hand swiped lightly in the air, and strange veins immediately appeared in the air, and there seemed to be a mist of water between heaven and earth, and even the sound of the tide sounded.

Faintly, a strange fish can be seen fighting in the sea, and then turned into a big bird, rising into the sky, carrying the green clouds.

"The ninth move of the eight puffs, the old man finally realized it."

At this time, Ning Daoqi's soul and realm have been sublimated to the extreme, and he has entered a vast and boundless world.

At this moment, a blood stain appeared on his chest, blood gushed out, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Although his spirit has been raised to a certain level, it is a pity that the previous blow has exhausted the potential energy of his body, and he was severely injured by Xia Yunmo's sword.

For ordinary martial arts practitioners, the physical body is crucial, and once it is destroyed, it is difficult to reach the peak.

Even if you are a Buddhist disciple, before you get out of the sea of suffering, your physical body is a supreme treasure raft. Only when you get on the other side can you give up this stinky skin.

"The old man's life is also extremely bright, and he has no regrets, but it's a pity that he can't see the scenery outside the sky."

Ning Daoqi's face became darker and darker, the sunset gradually set, and the last rays of afterglow were also sprinkled on his body, looking a little desolate.

"Chaowen said, the evening can die, and the old man will go."

Ning Daoqi let out a leisurely sigh and finally closed his eyes. At this point, there is no more No. 1 master in the Central Plains in the world, and there is no scattered Ning Daoqi.

The sun has finally set.

……

In the depths of Jiangdong, there is a mountain called Yumeng Mountain, which is surrounded by smoke as far as the eye can see.

And in Yumeng Mountain, there is a tall peak, as if climbing to the sky. Walking along the mountain road, you can see a stone plaque, on which is engraved a line of small characters: Home in this mountain, the clouds do not know where.

The font is a small seal, and the handwriting does not know how many years have passed, which seems a little mottled. But the dust contained in it has never dissipated.

Continuing towards the mountain, there are seven wooden gates with lotus patterns.

Passing through this seven-fold wooden door, it is as if he has washed all the mortal qi around him, and has become a celestial who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Behind the seven kinds of doors is a large square, and then looking back, it is a white jade and clean, fairy awe-inspiring hall.

This is the place where the leader of the righteous path in the world, the mysterious Cihang Jingzhai, is located.

And that immortal hall is the main hall of Cihang Jingzhai "Cihang Palace", in the Cihang Palace, a white jade futon is sitting on a green cloth nun nun.

At first glance, the nun is not very old, and Mo Yo is in her twenties, and her eyebrows are full of aura, as if she is the essence of heaven and earth.

Only her eyes show extraordinary depth and vicissitudes, showing that her real age is not small.

In addition to the nuns in Tsing Yi, there were eight other nuns in the hall, sitting behind the nuns in Tsing Yi in an orderly manner.

They were singing in Sanskrit, when a harrier eagle flew over and landed in front of the nun in Tsing Yi.

The nun in Tsing Yi took off the note under the harrier's eagle leg, opened it and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly sighed, and two tears flowed from her eyes.

"The immortal of the Taoist friend is gone, the demons are in trouble, what is the suffering of the common people, what is the suffering of the common people."