The black shadow in mid-air is naturally the tail that rushed out through the loess. （）

As the leader of the Candle Yin Realm Condensing Soul Realm, Ning Lu was considered a leader among the Candle Yin Hunters, and this time his subordinates inquired about the whereabouts of the dart cart in Bitter Yin City, which attracted Ning Lu to come and snatch it.

However, the momentum of Yuanwei rushing out of the ground was too strong, and Ning Lu was unguarded, so he could only watch the dead souls of dozens of his subordinates turn into rotten flesh, how could he be calm.

As a forging master who has cultivated the "Chaos Forging Technique", it is too easy to make a trick on a small boundary card. However, to Yuanwei's surprise, his little trick made Ning Lu fall into a rage.

"How could Xuan Mo be so unbearable after being reborn, and he even assumed the name of the Candle Yin Hunter!" Ning Lu said in annoyance.

"I didn't say I was a candle hunter, I just said a hunter. And this hunter is the Emperor Mountain Hunter, specializing in hunting the madmen of Haoyang and the Candle Yin Realm!" said Motoo.

"You!" Ning Lu was about to get angry, but laughed inexplicably, "It's so childish and ridiculous, you still play this kind of tongue trick!"

"Trick? You, the candle hunter, have also heard my name? In that case, why don't you hold your head and run for your life?" Motowei condescended, with a look of contempt for the world.

He was relaxed on the surface, but in his heart, he cursed this Ning Lu in the most vicious language.

Ning Lu's bamboo blades were extremely sharp and domineering, and they not only stabbed Yuanwei's complete black long slope into a rag full of holes, but also scratched dozens of blue-purple bruises on Yuanwei's body. If it weren't for the fact that Motowei had carved paper lines on his skin and grown scales, I am afraid it would have been difficult to have a sound body like now.

"Are you really the rumored Yuanwei?strange snake staff, familiar face, it doesn't seem to be wrong......" Ning Lu didn't seem to believe his eyes.

Ning Lu has white hair, an old and majestic voice, but his face is ruddy and delicate, and his body is slender and capable, like a young man in his twenties. He was dressed in a dark green robe, holding a cyan green bamboo half a section taller than himself behind his back with his hands behind his back, revealing an elegant fairy aura all over his body.

"So what?" asked Yuanwei as he glared at Ning Lu.

"They all say that you are reborn with Shaded Ink, I think the rumors are afraid that they are false! Although your appearance is very similar to the statue of Rendered Ink, but where is the slightest brilliance of Shaded Ink in your lonely miserable state! It must be that the Third Realm is unwilling to sink to fabricate the lie of Rendered Ink Rebirth, pitiful! Sad! Regrettable!" Ning Lu actually sighed, as if he was very disappointed in Yuanwei.

Yuan Wei couldn't smile bitterly, this Ning Lu was self-righteous, didn't he know that the Third Realm was also afraid of Xuanmo's rebirth, they were afraid that the news of this rebirth would reach the Haoyang and Candle Yin Realms and cause the Third Realm to overturn!

"Listening to the meaning of your words, have you ever tasted the glow of Xuanmo?" asked Motoo with a smile.

"The Three Realms are chaotic, and throughout the ages, only Xuan Mo has been recognized as the first person in the Three Realms. Such a majesty and strategy can not be understood by you humble people? There are statues of Xuan Mo everywhere in our Candle Yin Realm, and although the statues are different, they all reveal a domineering atmosphere! On the contrary, the Third Realm, which was originally the hometown of Xuan Mo, does not have a statue of Xuan Mo, I am afraid that the Third Realm has forgotten the splendor of Xuan Mo, so I found such a straw bag as you to pretend to be!"

"Oh?" Motoo was interested, and it was the first time he had heard someone speak so highly of Xuan Mo, "So, you admire Xuan Mo very much?"

"It's not just admiration! Xuanmo is my example, if one day I will definitely become the head of the Three Realms like him!

"Really, let me see if you have such qualifications!" Motoo sneered, brandishing his snake staff and chanting loudly, "Transformation Dragon Technique!"

A two-zhang long ink dragon swam around Yuan Wei and then rushed straight to Ning Lu, and Yuan Wei didn't want to be stabbed a few times by Ning Lu in vain.

The ink dragon is as solid as water, and the water is full of dead air, and it is completely a real dragon. It's just that Mo Long shook his head and tail, as if he had his own spiritual wisdom but was at a loss.

Ning Lu looked at the ink dragon attacking and was overjoyed: "It looks good, but it's a pity that it has no appearance but no soul, after all, it's just a showcase!

As he spoke, Ning Lu swung a long green bamboo and swept the attacking ink dragon. The original invincible ink dragon was unexpectedly vulnerable, and under the sweep of the green bamboo, it was scattered into countless water bottoms and sprinkled into the loess!

Motowei was shocked, among all the opponents he had experienced, he had never seen anyone block the dragon transformation technique so easily. Since the battle between Qing Tengzi, who broke through the Soul Condensing Realm and the Great Perfection of the Soul Condensing Realm, Yuanwei's confidence has increased greatly, and he takes it for granted that as long as he is not in the God Transformation Realm, he has the ability to fight with him. Coupled with the fact that he easily repelled the candle yin hunter of the Soul Condensation Realm for three weeks before, it made Yuanwei have a lot of irrepressible pride.

"Soulless?" Motoo's heart moved, and he immediately waved the snake staff again and chanted, "Exciting Spring Jue!"

The earth roared, and the thick layer of loess cracked countless spiderweb-like cracks, and then more than a dozen thick black spring pillars burst out from the ground, and the black spring water washed Ning Lu's illusioned green bamboo forest into pieces, and Ning Lu was also a little embarrassed and rushed into the air.

"Yes, it's interesting!But just by relying on this scattered and unformed remnant soul to pretend to be Xuan Mo, it is also making people laugh off their big teeth!" Ning Lu pointed out, like a respected senior.

Since devouring a large number of remnant souls in the stagnant water of Jingtan, the Yuanwei soul is extremely condensed, so you can try to separate a trace of doping to increase the power in the exercises. However, after all, this method will cost one's own soul, which is a drawback that cannot be avoided by immortal cultivators in the Soul Condensing Realm.

The stagnant water that the Essence Technique had transformed into smoke did not dissipate, but turned into smoke, and countless hideous grimaces were hidden in the smoke and wandered around in the bamboo forest of Ning Lu. The remaining verdant bamboos in the bamboo forest withered rapidly within a few breaths, as if all their vitality had been swallowed up by the dead air, and they turned into black ink bamboos and stood there stiffly.

Yuan Wei didn't pay attention, a few small black spots appeared on the green bamboo in Ning Lu's hand, and Yuan Wei's death qi had eroded his spiritual weapon under the care.

Ning Lu was surprised in his heart, he frantically injected his spiritual power into the green bamboo, and only then did he regain control of this spiritual weapon that he was most satisfied with. "Dead but not stiff!" Ning Lu roared.

Those dead ink bamboos were windless, and the ink-colored bamboo leaves also turned into thousands of sharp blades and stabbed at Yuanwei.

Yuanwei knew that he couldn't resist the sharpness of this bamboo leaf, so he simply took off the Shenxiao shield he was carrying behind him and blocked it in front of him. The Shenxiao Shield was indeed a peerless artifact, and it built a barrier without brilliance in front of Yuanwei's body, blocking those ink-colored bamboo leaves a few feet away.

Watching his bamboo leaves turn into dust, and looking at the dusty Shenxiao Shield, Ning Lu almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"This, this, what kind of spiritual weapon is this, it doesn't look like there is any instrument soul, but it has so much power!"

"I said that you were a fake Candle Yin Hunter, and you didn't even know the Candle Yin Realm artifact Shenxiao Shield!" Motoo sneered.

"God, sky, shield?!"

Ning Lu stammered excitedly. But although he stammered, his figure quickly turned into a dark green light and went straight to Yuanwei.

"Bold!" Yuan Wei saw that Ning Lu dared to come over and snatch the Shenxiao Shield, and at that moment, the scales and wings were like knives and slashed down in the air, and the snake staff followed like a hammer of ten thousand jun.

After a few loud bangs, Yuanwei's sharp knife-like scales were actually grabbed by Ning Lu with his bare hands, and the snake staff was also blocked by the green bamboo.

Ning Lu's green bamboo is no thicker than a wine cup, and it seems that it can be broken in the wind at any time, but it is easy to break the snake staff at the end of the yuan. Not only that, Ning Lu grabbed Yuanwei's scales, picked him up and threw him to the ground.

Motowei's body fell to the ground like a meteorite, but his wings shook before reaching the ground, and he rushed back into the air.

was hit hard by Ning Lu one after another, and Yuan Wei felt an indescribable annoyance in his heart. But Ning Lu was not happy, Yuanwei's sharp scales inadvertently cut through his palm, bringing him pain that he hadn't felt for hundreds of years!

"Perhaps, what they said is right, you are Xuanmo Reborn......" Ning Lu stared at Yuanwei seriously and said, but before the words fell, a dark green light and shadow rushed towards Yuanwei again.

"Shield!"

Motowei roared angrily and condensed a thick ice shield in front of him, and the ice shield was covered with ice edges, like thousands of sharp teeth growing on the ice shield.

Ning Lu swung the green bamboo and shattered the ice shield almost effortlessly, and the momentum was unabated.

"Turning into a dragon!" Motoo chanted again.

Yuanwei, who was inadvertently on-demand, once again injected a trace of his soul into the body of the ink dragon. The ink dragon shook his head and tail, suddenly opened a pair of dragon eyes, and pounced on Ning Lu on his own!

Ning Lu didn't dare to slack off, the green bamboo in his hand emitted a purple light, and there was a small purple purple honey buzzing around the green bamboo hidden in that light.

It turned out that the green bamboo in Ning Lu's hand was a divine weapon with a soul!

Motoo suddenly realized, no wonder he couldn't take advantage of his green bamboo. Cuizhu showed the soul of the instrument, and the ink dragon of Yuanwei reluctantly rushed towards Ning Lu, but was still hit by Cuizhu into water droplets.

Cuizhu stood as tall as a spear, and stabbed at Yuanwei after scattering the ink dragon.

Yuan Wei once again protected the Shenxiao Shield in front of him, and the top of the green bamboo was pierced on the Shenxiao Shield and could not advance another half an inch. Yuanwei was suspended in mid-air, and his whole body was pushed backwards by Cuizhuding at a rapid pace.

Looking at the purple honey flying around the green bamboo, Yuanwei suddenly showed a soul behind him. The huge Ying Long waved his dragon claws, grabbed Zimi and fled away reflexively.

All of this happened extremely fast, and Yuan Wei flapped his scales and flew at full speed, which was far beyond Ning Lu's imagination. By the time he reacted from his anger, Motowei had already become a black spot in the sky.

Although Ning Lu is fierce, he is always a human race immortal cultivator. The speed of his flying sword was much slower than the scale wings of Yuanwei, and he couldn't even resist the spiritual power he frantically injected, and after half an hour, it clicked and shattered under his feet. And Ning Lu, who was in a rage, screamed and fell straight from a hundred feet into the flying loess......