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Fa Changqing's words were like a basin of cold water, making everyone sober up.

The Peak of the Eight Mansions is a legend.

Most of the young people present were rebellious people, but none of them dared to stand up arrogantly and say that they could reach the pinnacle of Bafu in the future.

Only after cultivating to the pinnacle realm will you understand how difficult it is to cultivate this realm!

For Fa Changqing, his qi and blood are as high as 500 na.

Before the age of 100 in the future, it is not easy to break through the shackles of the low-level peak and reach the high-level peak.

The limit of the low-level pinnacle is Wanna's qi and blood!

If you want to cultivate to this point, you need a lot of elixir.

When he reached the high-level pinnacle realm, it was even more difficult to move, and it was difficult to cultivate, and the difficulty was not much easier than the previous cultivation.

The pinnacle warrior seems to be able to live for five hundred years.

In fact, for many supreme martial artists, they may not be able to become high-level supreme before the time limit comes.

As for the pinnacle of the title, I'm afraid it takes chance!

Martial arts are difficult to cultivate, and everyone knows it.

As a result, now Ning Bei told Fa Changqing that he would be allowed to enter the realm of eight mansions in the future.

How can Fa Changqing believe the words of a wasted person!

Ning Bei's left hand brushed through the night, and he said domineeringly: "Scatter!" ”

Swish!

The thunder and lightning in the sky collapsed in an instant.

Ning Bei's attainments in the art of art are probably already on the way to greatness.

Ning Bei calmly looked at Fa Changqing, and then looked at the three sons of Confucianism, the two descendants of the Yin and Yang School, and so on.

They all thought that Ningbei was abandoned!

Don't change your opinion!

Indeed, for outsiders, it is difficult to understand the cultivation path of a demon like King Ningbei.

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands, and spat out a purple breath in his mouth.

It was the purple qi that was nurtured by the roar of the sky.

Mo Yike turned his fart upside down, stretched out his hand to ask for it, and said, "Okay, the thing belongs to me!" ”

"I'll make it up to you later!"

Ning Bei said lightly.

Mo Yike's face suddenly darkened, and he said in an urn voice: "What do you mean?" You're going to black my purple gas! ”

Ning Bei ignored him, and shouted violently: "Now!" ”

Swish!

Three purple qi in a row emerged from Ning Bei's body.

Ningbei spent several days on Wutai Mountain, living in a simple room and condensing a wisp of purple gas every day.

In three days, three wisps of purple qi were naturally condensed.

Plus this wisp of purple qi bred by the roar of the sky.

That is the four purple qi, surrounding Ning Bei.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

On Ning Bei's body, there are other purple qi!

Fa Changqing couldn't help but exclaim: "Do you have any other purple qi on your body?" ”

Ning Bei stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said calmly: "Purple qi enters the body, and it is back to the top!" ”

I saw four purple gases, surrounding the top of Ningbei's head.

And then all of them are gone!

The gate of the pinnacle of Ningbei is open at the top of the heavenly spirit cave.

Purple qi enters the body and turns into qi and blood.

All eyes are on it.

Ning Bei's thin body stood in the dark night, faintly releasing a powerful peak fluctuation.

Ningbei's qi and blood increased sharply from 0 to 100 nanometers.

200 Na!

300 Na!

400 Na!

Qi and blood increased sharply by 400 nano, which amazed everyone.

Steeply increased qi and blood by hundreds of nanometers overnight, describing that he had increased his strength by 40,000 catties.

Such a terrifying way of cultivating.

Looking at the world, no one is as amazing as Ningbei.

Even if there is, I'm afraid that only the sons of Beiliang can compare.

All the genius martial artists of the family on Wutai Mountain thought that King Ningbei was already a wasted person.

The facts shocked the warriors present!

Ning Bei scattered all the blood, but it didn't affect his own peak foundation in the slightest.

In the past, Ningbei used 100,000 yuan of absolute blood, and the strongest foundation was really too strong.

It's like the foundation of a hundred-story building.

Let you build a story or two above you and destroy it, without affecting the foundation of the hundred-story building.

This is the case with Ningbei itself.

Previously, his own 220 na's qi and blood were wasted, and he was extremely decisive.

Tonight, Ningbei reunited with the pinnacle of blood, and with 400 qi and blood, he once again reigned in the world.

Ning Bei stood in the sky with his hands in his hands, stepping on the night, his thin body released a powerful coercion, staring at Fa Changqing, and said calmly: "Can I, a waste person, enter your eyes!" ”

"You have scattered all the peak blood, and you have reunited your qi and blood in an instant, what is your peak foundation?"

Fa Changqing was shocked.

From this moment on, he no longer had the ambition to compete with Ningbei.

The young man in white in front of him is like a human monarch, too terrifying!

No one in the audience dared to say that Ningbei was a wasted person.

Have you ever seen a waste person, and his blood increased by 400 yuan overnight?

This is clearly the most terrifying genius I have ever had!

It was just this time.

Kong Li, the third son of Confucianism, his eyes fell on the back of Ning Bei's left hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said angrily: "The nine-petal fire lotus imprint, the symbol of the Zhang family!" ”

"You ......"

Fa Changqing retreated again and again.

More than 100 geniuses of the family showed shock in their eyes.

Previously, Ningbei was in Wutai Mountain, scattering the blood, forcing out the bloodline of the Zhang clan in his body, and cutting the mark of the nine-petal fire lotus on the back of his hand.

But this mark has reappeared!

It proves that Ningbei has not self-abolished at all!

The nine-petal fire lotus mark of the Zhang family.

The Strongest Talent Owner!

After Ningbei's qi and blood recovered, the nine-petal mark on the back of his hand reappeared.

Ning Bei stepped on the top of everyone's heads with his hands and feet, and his words sounded in the dark night, and said indifferently: "Tonight, those who join our military headquarters as generals can live!" ”

"Enter my Beiliang as a general, I promise you the realm of Bafu!"

Ning Bei has a promise and a killing order.

Two sentences seem like two choices.

In fact, it is a choice!

That is, the warriors present must all join the Beiliang Army as generals.

On the contrary, with Ning Bei's temperament, his attitude towards these people must be for his own use, and he will be killed.

The audience was silent.

Fa Changqing, who was the first to do it, has lost his ambition.

But after all, there are people in the family sequence who are unwilling to surrender to Bei Liang's command.

At the back of the crowd, someone faintly said gloomily: "Let's do it together, kill Wutai Mountain, my family has stood in China for thousands of years, how can I surrender to Beiliang!" ”

The cold words are inflammatory.

Ning Bei's sharp eyes were like lightning, his eyes fell on the lean young man at the back of the crowd, raised his hand into a sword point, pointed at him, opened his mouth like a tiger's roar, and swept away with the overwhelming coercion, and said, "Cut!" ”

Swish!

It's the one-armed Jiang Dusk again, stepping out in one step, and the sword is out of the sheath.

The Beiliang knife swept through the night, slashing the lean young man.

Jiang Duci cut off his head with a knife, blood spilled in the sky, and said indifferently: "The order of the town has been issued, recruit the world's warriors to rush to the front line, and those who do not obey the order will be killed!" ”

Wutai Mountain, which is a large university, is shrouded here by the will of only one person.

That is His Royal Highness Zhenguo Ningbei!

Ning Bei walked up to Fa Changqing with his hands in his hands, didn't say a word, and looked at him lightly.

The gaze of the eyes, without words.

This is the last chance.

If Fa Changqing surrenders to Beiliang, Ningbei will allow him to be in the realm of eight mansions.

On the contrary, tonight is the end of the soul of Wutai Mountain.

Under the gaze of Ningbei.

Fa Changqing's face was pale, cold sweat faintly appeared on his temples, as a descendant of the school of law, he finally slowly bent down, slowly bent over and said hoarsely: "Tonight, I will enter Beiliang!" ”