In the face of such a mace, it is impossible to resist with pure meat. Ning Yuan stretched out one hand and the other hand back. The feeling of the whole person suddenly changed from a scabbard to a thick mountain. Seeing that Ning Yuan didn't have any intention of dodging, he was about to take it directly, drawing a fierce arc at the corner of the Yang Hall Lord's mouth. Go to hell! He shouted in his heart, and the wings of the golden crow suddenly unfolded, and the wings absorbed the power of the fire system rules from the sky, and then went to Ningyuan and the peace.

The sky was shrouded in rumbling, and the golden and black mountain passes were a scene of doom. All practitioners, no matter how strong or weak they are, are amazed at this time. They can barely breathe.

One hundred, fifty, thirty. The golden and black wings were spread, and the huge head was in front of him, but Ning Yuan was calm, and his hand made some incomprehensible palm movements in the eyes of ordinary people.

Twenty Zhang, Ten Zhang, and Ning Yuan's movements were extremely slow and unavoidable.

The hearts of all cultivators are suspended. Under the annihilating power brought by the Golden Crow, Ning Yuan was too small. Even though he has just become very strong, he is like a boat in a storm.

Seeing that the enemy was close at hand, the eyes of the Holy Master of Yang Temple were filled with intense joy. At such a distance, the other party can no longer escape, and can only resist this attack. As the immortal art of Ziyang Temple, the masters of Ziyang Temple believe in it. At first, he was worried that the other party would run away at the speed of a monster, which would frustrate his wishes. But now it seems that the trust of the other party is too big and too stupid.

Five zhang, three zhang, the peerless golden black finally raised his head and pecked Ning Yuan. The whole emptiness is shattering, as if it would shatter like a mirror under this peck.

Ning Yuan's movements were still calm. At the moment when the golden crow pecked him, he punched it out with one hand and hooked it back. The entire pattern of heaven and earth seems to have been pulled out.

An astonishing scene emerged. Ning Yuan's random hook pulled out the golden-black hook that was a thousand feet long. The pecking angle is directly off. His big head was exposed in front of Ning Yuan's palm.

On the other hand, it looks like a soft hand that washes the power to the fullest. Burst! The head of the golden crow was pierced without any hindrance. Unfolding from the edge of the palm, like a solid golden-black head, it began to melt like a snowflake. Cut into the palm of the hand, without any dragging, like cutting tofu, a huge golden black emerged from the head and began to gradually collapse.

Ning Yuan's two palms suddenly became faster. His palms have evolved into a world of wisdom. Although the golden crow is thousands of feet long, it resembles a puppet at this time. It is pulled by the force of one palm and then constantly slapped by the other. The power of the inner law began to leak out frantically, and the physical form quickly shrank.

Transform the Nine Divine Palms into ten thousand calamities! At this time, Ning Yuan played one of the six great stunts of the barbarians. Rao is the Golden Crow Burning Song of the Lord of Ziyang Hall, which is powerful, but it is also quickly dissolved without causing any harm to Ning Yuan.

Hush!

The sound of cold air pouring out of the sky and the earth is really shocking. Ning Yuan is not the size of a normal person, but the Golden Crow is a big mountain, but at this time, the situation of both sides is not proportional to the size of the body. Ning Yuan, who seemed to be weak, defeated Jin Crow with a simple palm technique!

"Fighting skills!" The old man of Ziyang Temple had an ugly face and stared at Ning Yuan incredulously. His eyes are fierce. At first glance, he could see that Ning Yuan was using extremely advanced combat skills. Most practitioners choose to practice martial arts. There are only some physical and magical exercises, such as the development of war skills. However, even the cultivation of physical fitness and magic is more often about putting fighting skills in a supporting position, and no one will practice fighting skills to such a high level.

The golden crow burning stone canal is the immortal magic of Ziyang Temple, and it is on a par with it. Of course, also at this level. However, there are very few troops in the world with such advanced warfare skills.

"Great Qin Barbarian?" The master of Ziyang Temple took a deep breath. He couldn't imagine any other race capable of mastering such combat skills other than an unknown race known for its brutality. At the same time, in his mind, there is also a figure of a man from a hundred years ago.

This man has an extremely rare corpse of war, and has the same system of justice as the barbarians. A hundred years ago, in the First World War, he once broke his domination of the world with the cultivation of Nirvana, which made him discouraged and unforgettable.

"Don't you say it......" The master of Ziyang Temple looked at the Caucasian in front of him in surprise. The man in his memory gradually coincided with the man in front of him.

No way! He quickly gave up on his idea. In those days, the man entered the turbulence of space where it was impossible to survive. What's more, even if he really miraculously survived, it would be impossible to reach this point in a hundred years!

The master of Ziyang Temple clearly remembered that at that time, people's cultivation was not as good as Nirvana, and even the strength of the fighting body was far from strong enough. When a practitioner reaches Nirvana, every realm should be crossed. According to common sense, this will take at least hundreds or even thousands of years. Only a hundred years. It is absolutely impossible for other cultivators to reach the realm of Nirvana.

As for the main body of the war, it is even more impossible. Although he did not know much about this kind of constitution, the more rebellious the constitution, the more difficult it was to cultivate. This kind of difficulty is even more difficult than mere cultivation. With the physical strength that the opponent has shown from beginning to end, if he is a fighting body a hundred years ago, doesn't it mean that his physical strength has increased several times in these hundred years?

No way! The master of Zhiyang Temple kept reminding himself that even if the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, he would not believe such a fallacy no matter what. If this speculation is true, then what is the level of the other party's talent that this monster has reached, and what is it compared to his thousands of years of hard work!

In the eyes, there is a crazy sense of peace. The abbot of Ziyang Temple will not allow his years of prohibition of peace messengerism to be denied. His body was full of vitality, and the Yuan Shen urged the huge golden black to twist his body, flapping his wings, struggling to die peacefully Ning Yuan.

Jin Wu's head was smashed by Ning Yuan Jiuxuan's power. At this point, only a huge two-winged body remained. Driven away by the saints of Ziyang Temple, the headless golden-black looked crazy. Bright flames burst out from all over your body, shattering them with a posture of looking down on everything! Gold and black hit the pillars of the city! At any cost, the lord of Ziyang Temple burned the golden crow and launched a deadly attack on Ning Yuan. At the same time, a burning ancient mirror appeared in his hand, which was the holy soldier of Ziyang Temple. With the ancient mirror in his hand, he stepped forward and made peace with Ning Yuan!

Facing the crazy golden crow, Ning Yuan's two palms were flying, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The power of the Jin and Wu generations of the spark system is constantly being dissolved and dissolved into space.

The greatest benefit of the struggle between the virtuous and the Nirvana cultivators is the infinite power of the law. They encapsulate a world of law. The authority of this law is heaven and earth, and they are receptive. Unlike the practitioners of Nirvana, the renminbi's power is in danger of drying up. With this alone, the master of Ziyang Temple can take advantage of this advantage to live and die in Ningyuan, who only has nirvana.

However, Ning Yuan is different from the average Nirvana cultivator. First of all, he is a seven-shaped-type combat body. It was only by the strength of his body that he could fight against His Holiness. Naturally, there are far fewer concerns about the depletion of the renminbi's power than in other countries. Second, Ning Yuan has mastered a series of advanced combat technologies. For example, at this moment, he used the Nine Xuan Palms of the Gods to defuse the attack of the Yang Hall Lord, and through his understanding of the space, he melted it into the void. This solution barely consumed his own ancient mana, so he was in a state of complete prosperity from beginning to end, and there was no disadvantage as an ordinary nirvana cultivator.

The lord of Zhiyang Temple knew this, so he gave up the idea of killing each other peacefully. At the same time, he also saw that if we didn't fight each other today, life would definitely be difficult. So now we want to directly sacrifice the holy soldiers, with only one purpose, that is, to use the power of thunder to die peacefully in Ningyuan!

Ning Yuan's Nine Xuan Palms had been completed. In addition, in front of the Tianbei Gate, people's perception of space has also risen sharply. At this point, it became easy to dissolve the power of gold and black. His palms were flying, as if slow and fast, and the huge headless golden-black collided with him, but before he could be strong, his two palms gently reduced the impact.

,!

Jin Wu's body began to collapse from his neck. Every time Ning Yuan hit, a part of his body would be shattered alive. The power of the law will be integrated into the void, and there will be no more waves.

In a short period of time, there is only one shadow of thousands of feet of gold and black on his body, and the strength is in the end. At this moment, the hall master rushed up.

The flaming ancient mirror flew up and washed away the divine power. In the mirror, a soldier roared angrily, throwing golden-black flames at Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan's eyes radiated two streams of cold lightning. The golden light on his body turned into a pure red golden light that belonged to the ancient demon peacebringer. As soon as the aura of the Ancient Demon Peace Messenger appeared, the Holy Master of the Yang Temple felt that the flow of vitality in his body suddenly became unsmooth. As for the Ancient Mirror, the spirit of the Holy Soldier also showed fear in his eyes, and he instinctively felt threatened.

At that time, just after the first battle of Gangleimen, Ning Yuan had already practiced ancient magic. However, at that time, his cultivation was too weak, and the strength of the five famous masters such as the Yang Temple Master was too strong, so the suppressive advantage of ancient mana over Yuan Li could not be manifested at all.

Now it's different. Ning Yuan had already transformed into a true Jin Zhengyi, and he was also the closest descendant of the Ancient Demon Peace Messenger throughout the ages. Therefore, at this time, he no longer concealed, the ancient magic roared away, and the aura was formed. Even His Holiness must feel depressed.

Ning Yuan strode towards the burning ancient mirror with his fist. Every golden flame it emitted was shattered by his fist.

"With the soul of Yang Bing, refine the world!" The Holy Master of Zhiyang Temple was really confused by the ancient demon that Ning Yuan had inadvertently revealed. At this time, he drank a cold drink and urged those holy soldiers who possessed the power of the Law Realm to fully recover the spirits of the warriors.

A scream emanated from the burning ancient mirror. A virtual shadow of gold and black with a head and three legs appeared. Although the corpse was only a few feet long, it was more than ten times stronger than the one that was only a thousand feet long. Ning Yuan raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth set off a hint of sarcasm. The strength of the main holy soldier of Ziyang Temple is not small, but because of this, defeating him is an insult to him!

Kick! Ning Yuan's feet broke through the air, jumped three thousand feet, and his body spun in the air. When he fell, his legs swung out like whips, pointing straight at the burning ancient mirror!

The huge grinding disc between heaven and earth appeared in the sky, and its scope even surpassed the world of the main law of Ziyang Temple. With the rolling of the grinding disc and the burning of the ancient mirror as the goal, with Ning Yuan's sweep of the leg as the center, the sky distorted.

Looking at the legs coming from the sky, the Lord of the Yang Hall felt cold inside, from head to toe. Driven by a sense of life and death crisis, Yuan Li hit the mouth of the peacemaker on him, and then his face turned pale, and his heart of justice gushed out of his mouth, and he fell like lightning on the burning ancient mirror.

Prosperity! Under the righteous blessing of the Lord's heart, the burning ancient mirror burst out with a more brilliant divine fire. The spirit of the Golden Fighter rose against the sky and jumped into the grinding plate of heaven and earth, trying to fight back and kill Ning Yuan peacefully.

However, at this time, the golden black is like a bird trapped in a cage. No matter how its wings fly, it is always suppressed by the death of the millstone, and it cannot fly.

The master of Ziyang Temple wanted to fight, but he used the secret recipe to hurt himself, but he was still suppressed by the other party. Now his heart was completely cold, so he wanted to urge the burning ancient mirror to fly away. He believed that this attack must be a full-scale attack by the other side. As long as he dodges the past, the opponent's strength will weaken. At that time, it was time for him to fight back!

But he didn't expect that the idea that came out of this moment became his fatal mistake. At first, although the holy soldiers were suppressed, their momentum was suppressed. Once they meet Ning Yuan's legs head-on, they can resist for a lot of time.

But because he chose to retreat, he retreated like a bamboo, and suddenly fell into a situation of failure!

The power of time and space is washing in the sky, the stagnation of time, the blockade of the void, and the intersection of the two laws, it is destined that the ancient mirror that cannot be burned can not escape. The owner of Ziyang Temple did not steal chickens and eat rice. At this time, instead of letting the soldiers escape, he lost the last chance to fight the enemy. The soul of the Holy Soldier struggled to escape from the Heaven and Earth Mill Disk, burning the Ancient Mirror, but no matter how much it struggled, the surrounding space-time came to a complete standstill. What could be felt was that Ning Yuan's legs were getting closer and closer, and he couldn't hide.

The master of Ziyang Temple was desperate. He is connected to the spirit of the soldier and his fear can be felt at this time. It could make the souls of the Holy Soldiers feel like this, which meant that the attack in front of them was far beyond the Holy Soldier's capacity.

Does this mean that the enemy can only crush the Holy Soldier with his body? There was a sense of loss in the heart of the master of Ziyang Temple. Although the answer has not yet been revealed, he is already desperate.

Ning Yuan's legs were infinitely magnified in his eyes. In the end, he could only see this leg. Legs like whips, like leaping dragons, like hunting tigers.

Click!

The endless whip legs finally landed on the burning ancient mirror, passing through the layers of flames, ruthlessly drawing the body of the second-hand mirror.

The souls of the soldiers let out a cry of grief, and their bodies collapsed and disappeared in an instant like gold. And the solemn and simple ancient mirror body was broken little by little.

The mirror shattered, and several pieces flew in the air, dazzling like the scales of a flying fish. Heaven and earth dissipated, and Ning Yuan stood in the void with a slender body. With the swing of a large sleeve, all the fragments flew nine days away.

Burst.

At this time, the main statue of Ziyang Temple was struck by lightning, and the breath of the whole person suddenly withered, and his face was as pale as a chime.

"The holy soldier was really interrupted by being unarmed......" The Holy Master of Ziyang Temple had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. The man in white in front of him had never used any powerful technique, and just by relying on the strength of his body, he completely defeated himself!

Although he still has a certain amount of combat effectiveness, the master of Ziyang Temple at this time has lost the vision and mind to fight to the end. The lives of the holy soldiers were destroyed. Although he didn't want to make peace directly, he suffered a lot. From then on, he was afraid that he would not be able to move forward. He will never stop realizing the Dharma.

As the leader of the Holy Land, he naturally has great ambitions, and hopes that one day he will be able to prove this great path and gain ancient fame. However, today, Ning Yuan's legs had shattered all his ambitions, his heart, and his path of cultivation. Since then, it has been cut off and there is no way to continue.

"Are you a warrior?" At this moment, he was willing to admit the unusual familiarity of his heart. The enemy in front of him could not be him until he kept hypnotizing himself, because he was afraid to accept this reality and that he would never recover.

At this point, however, this no longer matters. The other side is either a war body or an emperor body. They were all defeated. The loser has no say on the path of cultivation, and everything becomes empty.

Although the voice of the Lord of Ziyang Temple was not loud, it clearly echoed throughout the world. Hearing his words, all the monks who watched the battle were stunned.

War corpses? A dusty memory awakens from everyone's hearts, and with it comes confusion and bewilderment.

Ning Yuan didn't speak, but his skeleton squirmed. In the blink of an eye, his face changed and changed back to its original appearance.

Wow! The practitioners below were immediately boiling!

"It's a fight! It's a real battle! I had the privilege of meeting him a hundred years ago. It's really him! ”

"How is it possible that the corpse of the battle died not so long ago? What's wrong? ”

"No wonder he used to give his hand to the son of Ziyang Temple. I dare say it was all premeditated! "The cultivators were boiling, talking, excited. A young genius who died many years ago suddenly walked back from their field of vision. After he came back, he did several earth-shattering things in a row. What's more, he had peacefully died his powerful enemies over the past year and was defeated by him!

This dramatic development exceeded the expectations of all practitioners. Everyone's heart was boiling. Today's war will definitely spread to the whole territory of Kyushu, and they are witnesses of the return of the war!

"It's you." The master of Ziyang Temple looked at Ning Yuan's indifferent face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more bitter. At that time, the other party was just the soul of Nirvana, and he could only rely on others to protect him. But now, when the other party disappeared for a hundred years and came back, its strength had reached an unimaginable level, and it no longer had the strength to parry.

"They're not going to let you go." The eyes of the saint of Ziyang Temple showed a light of resentment. He knew that he would die today, but he also believed that no matter how powerful Ning Yuan was now, the power he had offended was too great. If he was alone, he would eventually die.

Just now he asked about the other party's identity, and deliberately let all the cultivators hear it, so as to alert the other troops that he had returned. As long as we know this, the forces of the Tang Dynasty's foreign shops and other forces can completely encircle and suppress him again.

"Well, I'm not going to let them go." Ning Yuan said clearly that before Mrs. Yang died, he couldn't see through this carefully, but how about letting him succeed? At this time, I am not the same person I was a hundred years ago.

Want to surround and suppress yourself? I don't know who's surrounding whom? Ning Yuan sneered. When he left Luoyang, he had a plan, a bold and exciting one.