Ning Muye turned two walnuts in his hand, which looked very full, although the light in the room was very dim, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Watching An Zheng slash at the net outside with a sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more pleasant.

"You really impressed me, and you didn't mean to attack me from the beginning to the end. ”

He sat down in his chair and crossed his legs: "So it makes me feel very bored...... The purpose of my stay in this building is to delay you. Talking to you, making you angry, and thus making you go out of your way to me. Makes you forget that you should focus on that net...... But it seems that you are not provoked by me at all, or you are clearly provoked, but you know exactly what you should do. If you push harder, you might be able to break that net soon. If you go out early, maybe there will be one less person in the Apocalypse Sect. ”

His words were not loud, but every word was clearly sent into An Zheng's ears. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.

Ning Muye looked more and more light, he got up and found a copper kettle, boiled water by himself, and then made tea.

"In today's society, people are impetuous. Drinking tea is becoming more and more utilitarian, and it is good to choose some good tea and brew it with water casually, and I don't know how to calm down. Tea must be boiled to be worthy of tea. The heart must be calm, so that it is worthy of drinking tea. ”

His movements looked graceful, even more graceful than the women making tea in the teahouse.

But in his mouth, there was a lot of chatter.

"I'm sitting here to fight you. So I made a lot of preparations, and even those people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some high-grade magic weapons, and of course you are indispensable. But after preparing for a long time, I have some regrets that it is used to make tea. ”

Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still splitting the building.

But the big net still showed no signs of breakage. The purple magic weapons in the world, although their abilities are different. But when it comes to Zipin, apart from their respective abilities, there is little difference in quality. With purple products against purple products, it is difficult to break one side itself. Unless the person holding the artifact is also suffocating in his own right. A Heaven Realm powerhouse is holding a purple artifact, which is equivalent to two Heaven Realm powerhouses making a move.

"It seems like you still don't have a chance. ”

Ning Muye washed the tea, and then waited for the second brew of water to boil.

Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was already covered with sweat. While he was attacking frantically, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye is too smart, he is just making An Zheng's heart chaotic, and the more chaotic An Zheng's heart is, the more there is no way.

Gloomy Sword.

An Zheng thought in his mind that the Gloomy Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master after all. The exercises practiced by the woman were different from An Zheng, so An Zheng could not exert the full strength of the Gloomy Sword. And the sword intent sealed in the gloomy sword by the master of the Tangtai Palace, An Zheng has used it several times, and the power is not as strong as the original.

The reason why I can't shake that purple magic weapon now is because the quality of the two is already comparable, and the people who control this purple magic weapon outside must be above the peace struggle.

Death is also to die with Xiaoliuer, and they will die together.

That's all An Zheng thinks in his heart.

The blood bead bracelet was shining with brilliance, but the purple magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father, or he would return his part of his cultivation power.

Suddenly, An Ran suddenly thought of a way.

This method is so ruthless and resolute, so unsparing. However, An Zheng did not have any delay, and made a decision the moment this thought appeared in his mind. He concentrated all of his cultivation power on the Gloomy Sword, and then thrust the Gloomy Sword forward, thrusting it into a grid of the great net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and as he retreated, he summoned all eight Holy Fish scales, forming a thick and sturdy giant shield in front of him.

"Break it for me!"

An Zheng stretched out one hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm exploded instantly.

Destroy an arm, use the power of the bloodline as a guide, and destroy a purple magic weapon!

An Zheng has already recognized the Lord of the Gloomy Sword, and the Gloomy Sword and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the owner of the Gloomy Sword, it will not be easy to destroy a purple magic weapon. The purple magic weapon is the pinnacle of all laws, so even if he is the master of the Gloomy Sword, if An Zheng wants to destroy it, he will have to pay the price of the power of his own bloodline. Destroying a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to go home.

Rumble!

The purple magic weapon was destroyed.

Ever, An Zheng was the first cultivator to take the initiative to destroy his purple magic weapon. If it is known, I don't know how many people will be heartbroken. Those who want to get the purple artifact but can't get it, will be eager to dismantle An Zheng and break the corpse into ten thousand pieces to relieve their hatred. There are two hundred and one purple artifacts in the world, and the only person in the world who can create a purple artifact is Lao Huo, Lao Huo is already old, and the Huangqu Dan furnace has exhausted the remaining strength, and if you want to create a purple artifact, even if you have the opportunity, it will be difficult to succeed. Therefore, the purple artifacts in the world, if one is destroyed and one is missing, there may be no hope of restoration.

Under the tremendous power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and crashed heavily into An Zheng's body. In an instant, An Zheng's ribs on his chest didn't know how many were broken.

Wow, An Zheng vomited a mouthful of blood, and there was even some minced meat in the blood.

A cloud of purple light surged out from the point of the explosion, and the purple magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the cathartic air flow and purple light gushed out from this gap like a roar of the sea. Deyue Tower, which was originally blessed by the purple magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed. And where the purple light vented out, within a radius of a few miles, all the trees, flowers and plants withered.

The purple product is destroyed, the heaven and the earth change color, and there is no vitality.

Nature's sensitivity to the vitality of heaven and earth is far more powerful than that of human beings. Those flowers and trees felt the destruction of the purple artifact and died. The half-truncated sword spun through the gap and flew out, poofing into the ground. In the other half, there is nothing left of the already blown up.

An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the scales of the holy fish, An Zheng's body would have been shattered by the explosion of the purple artifact in an instant.

The Deyue Tower collapsed, and the dust and smoke stirred.

An Zheng was groggy, knowing that he might faint at any time, he raised his right hand and grabbed it in the blurred flesh of his left arm, and the blood of one hand was bloody. The intense pain rejuvenated him a little, and he endured the pain and summoned the scales of the holy fish to fly over. He sat down on the scales of the holy fish with difficulty, and then his mind moved, and the scales of the holy fish flew forward.

Under the broken ruins of the Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment, and looked down to see that there was no one on his body that was not injured. The blood seeped out quickly, and I didn't know how many bones were broken, let alone how many flesh and blood were cut by the agitated qi. He is downstairs, and he also has his own high-grade magic weapon body, and he is still injured with only one breath left, so you can imagine how heavy the injury is.

Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scaly-like thing and leave quickly, his eyes complicated.

"You're a man...... It's no longer human. ”

This is by no means a curse, even Ning Muye himself doesn't know what his opinion of An Zheng is when he says this. Reverence or hatred.

An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after he broke out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of destroying one of his arms. Because An Zheng is thinking about his family in his heart, it is Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du is thin and thin. It's Huo Ye, it's Lang Jing, it's those men in the Apocalypse Sect, and it's the rough but pungent people who have returned to the right path on the streets outside the Apocalypse Sect.

The scales of the holy fish flew with An Zheng on several sides, and An Zheng saw the half-truncated sword inserted on the ground in the distance, and grabbed it. The sword has been darkened, and it seems that such a gloomy sword is really gloomy.

The scale of the holy fish was extremely fast, and it quickly moved through the streets. An Zheng didn't dare to fly on a high place, and Ning Muye was definitely not the only one in the drizzle building to stop him. Walking through the streets, you can hide yourself a little.

Boom!

Like a mountain peak descending from mid-air, a large seal smashed down towards An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the scales of the holy fish, was smashed under the ground.

The big seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 catties. Under the huge force, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that there will be no corpse left in the capital for a long time, and even the flesh and blood will not be completely broken.

A man who looked to be around forty years old stood on top of the Great Seal with a cold and arrogant face.

He looked at Deyue Tower and couldn't help but snort: "Mr. Ning, it's in vain that we keep calling you Mr. It's really disappointing that you can't even deal with a hairy boy. ”

This person is Goldman Sachs, the sixth master of Drizzle Building, and he hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, although he doubled the Gao family's expulsion from the house for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and became the sixth master of the Drizzle Building. But after all, his surname is Gao, and he has the blood of the Gao family in his bones.

"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill the Gao family with my own hands. But that's me killing, not someone else. Even if I hate them to death, I will not allow anyone to kill them. ”

Goldman Sachs was standing on the big seal, looking down at the bottom: "Suppress you as powder, send you to hell, and let the people of the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you." ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the great seal shattered.

The Nine Demon Bells slammed out from below, directly shattering the big seal of the Red Grade Peak Magic Weapon. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the big seal, was knocked out, and a large hole was cracked in the air, and blood flowed profusely.

An Zheng, whose shoulders had collapsed, looked up, his eyes were blood-red.

"Don't stand in my way. ”

He pointed forward, and the scales of the Holy Fish flew towards the Apocalypse Sect with him again. The Nine Demon Bells rose from the ground, and when they swept over the ground, they directly crushed Gao Shengzai's body. Goldman Sachs tried to dodge but couldn't dodge at all, watching the tower-like bell run over him.

Half of An Zheng's body almost didn't obey the call, and his neck was tilted to the side. One eye was completely covered in blood, and he couldn't see the way forward. Blood was spilling from his ears, nose, and mouth. The original clean and sunny face was now covered with blood. He could barely keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.

Countless drizzle house killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and feathered arrows were dense and poured down like torrential rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upward, the Nine Demon Bells were like nine pagodas spinning, and the sound waves rippled out in all directions, and the killers of the drizzle buildings on the roof were instantly shocked into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. In a pool of splattered blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned to the Apocalypse Sect.