Emperor Ye Wu made the difficult decision to withdraw Ningbei from the altar.

Once withdrawn and the national fortune lands, it means that the sealing fails.

At that time, there will be extremely serious consequences!

Ning Bei knelt on the altar on one knee, shouldering the national fortune, bearing great pressure, the corners of his lips were bleeding, and he said softly: "Teacher, let me quit now, it's early!" ”

"I just want you to live!"

Emperor Ye Wu said hoarsely: "Do you know that just a hundred years ago, on the top of Mount Tai, on the clay altar, your grandfather Ning Bahuang died under the fortune of the country!" ”

The Ning family has a great history!

The origin of the Ning family is not Bianjing.

It was Ning Fujun's generation, who was forced to leave Kyoto and came to the small city of Bianjing.

The secret things that belong to the older generation are all revealed at this moment.

Emperor Ye Wu finally said who was the person who attracted the national fortune in Mount Tai a hundred years ago.

That is the Ningba Wilderness in Ningbei.

His deeds have been erased in the past hundred years.

Except for the elders of Emperor Ye Wu.

The younger generation hardly knows the name.

Emperor Ye Wu said decisively: "The Ning clan, a hundred years ago, was the first gate valve in my Kyoto, 178 gate valves in the world, headed by the Ning word gate valve, seventy-six top martial artists, five hundred and ninety-two martial artists, all of whom died in battle a hundred years ago!" ”

"Peak Ning Eight Desolation, died in Mount Tai!"

"Peak Ning Changsoul, died in Liaodong!"

"Peerless Ning Qitian, died in Kyoto!"

"Absolute ......"

Emperor Ye Wudi's voice was iron-blooded and decisive, and his words were clear.

After a hundred years, he still can't forget these people!

A hundred years ago, the Ningzi gate valve overwhelmed the world's door valve.

There is only one door in the Ning family, and there are seventy-six people at the top.

What a horror!

A Ning family supports half of China.

Later, in the riot a hundred years ago, all the members of the Ning family died in battle, how tragic.

Emperor Ye Wu is a witness.

He saw it all with his own eyes.

A hundred years have passed since then, and Emperor Ye Wu was on the top of Mount Tai and saw a familiar scene again!

Now the Ning family is withering.

Ningbei is the eldest son of the Ning family!

No matter what, Emperor Ye Wu had to protect Ningbei.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Ye Wu said hoarsely: "Your Ning family's sword is unique in the world, it is the sword you learned since childhood, it is your Ning family's ancestral sword technique!" ”

"Bei'er, step down from the altar, I can tell you everything!"

Emperor Ye Wu wanted Ning Bei to walk down the altar.

There was silence.

Around Mount Tai, thousands of people from hundreds of countries are at the top, and some people's eyes are cold and murderous.

The blond-haired burly man from the First Empire, like a blonde lion, said in a loud voice: "I really didn't expect that King Ningbei would be the descendant of Ning Bahuang. ”

"Hmph, the Ning family is not dead yet, and they will cut the grass and eradicate the roots today!"

An eerie warrior shrouded in black sneered.

I am afraid that there are many of these overseas pinnacles, all of whom participated in the riots a hundred years ago.

They were the initiators of that riot!

Ning Bei, who was on the altar, listened to everything quietly, and said softly: "Xuanyuan, do you remember what the teacher said?" ”

"Brother, I remember!"

Ning Xuanyuan nodded heavily.

Ning Bei said softly: "I don't care about others, the ancestral feud of my Ning family should be continued!" ”

With a gentle sentence, the character of the Ning family was revealed.

The Ning family is not a saint.

There are no good people who are benevolent and virtuous.

There are only ruthless people with the idea of killing!

Ning Bei said slowly: "Teacher, I said, let me walk off the altar now, it's early, there is no way back today!" ”

"Absolute Peak, open!"

There was a great majesty in Ning Bei's body.

This young man in white is as powerful as heaven!

The pinnacle of the king of Beiliang was shown in front of the world for the first time.

When it comes to the pinnacle realm, all the supreme martial artists must figure out what their supreme martial arts are?

This is about your future cultivation path!

If you can't even figure out your own pinnacle martial arts, it is already the limit to be able to become a high-level pinnacle in your life.

Hua Qianluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at his brother with his eyes, and trembled excitedly: "The legendary pinnacle of the national highway is about to reappear in the world!" ”

Ning Bei knelt on one knee on the altar and slowly stood up.

After opening eight skills, the knee injury healed in an instant.

Ningbei got up slowly, holding up the dense fog that spread for two hundred miles.

An even more amazing momentum was slowly released from Ning Bei's thin body.

Between Ningbei's eyebrows and above his forehead, a faint 'flower'-shaped hidden disease slowly appeared.

Like a cluster of flames, faintly invisible.

Knowing that Ning Bei was going to perform his own peak martial arts, the mark appeared.

The coercion of panic like heavenly power diffused outward from Ning Bei's body.

The power of oppression is felt by all.

Ning Bei held up the dense fog with his arms, opened his closed eyes, and said in a magnificent voice: "The pinnacle martial arts is the national highway, the world's martial arts, and the country is the first!" ”

"Take the country as the way, and help the world, the way of the warrior, that is, my way!"

"This is my pinnacle martial arts in Ningbei!"

……

Ningbei's voice is really like a bronze bell Da Lu, shocking.

When the sound sounded at this moment.

All the warriors around Mount Tai were stiff, and they looked at Ningbei faintly, as if looking at a statue of Mount Tai!

People have spirit!

Ningbei is like Tianwei, shaped like Mount Tai, unshakable.

The mark on Ning Bei's forehead became clearer and clearer.

The mighty two-hundred-mile dense fog swarmed in, turning into a huge funnel and pouring into Ning Bei's body.

At the pinnacle of the West abroad, the burly man with blond hair with steamed buns said angrily: "Shoot, Ningbei is realizing his pinnacle with the help of Huaxia National Fortune!" ”

"Absolutely can't let him succeed, kill!"

Overseas top martial artists, without exception, all have to shoot.

At this critical moment, Ningbei cannot be disturbed by outsiders.

Emperor Ye Wu stood on Mount Tai and prepared to stop the enemy.

It's just this moment.

From the eastern sky, a strong voice appeared: "The top of the world is all domestic slaves; The pinnacle of overseas is regarded as a foreign slave, and a foreign slave bullies the master, and he is killed! ”

The strong voice was really a thunderstorm, bringing a hurricane to sweep in.

Ten miles of hurricanes, the grass and trees at the foot of Mount Tai are rooted up.

The momentum is terrifying!

The person who comes is bound to be a big shot!

Martial Master Qi Xiu's eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't help bending down and arching his hand: "Kunlun Outer Disciple Qi Xiu, see the chief senior!" ”

A majestic figure, who likes to have long hair, long black hair like ink, and is not restrained, allowing his shoulders to fall and step into the air.

The momentum on his body is extremely oppressive.

The innate domineering is terrifying!

Who is he?

Kunlun's first apprentice Shan Di.

This ruthless man has arrived!

Thousands of people from hundreds of countries outside the country are at the top of the list, and their complexions have changed greatly.

The blonde man in the West, Tespu, said angrily: "Shan Di?! ”

"Western foreign slaves!"

In Shan Di's eyes, the top of the world is a house slave.