"Back then, the ancestor of the Ning family once said that this trick could bless the descendants of the Ning family, is it ...... It's a little stick, after cultivating this trick, help me?" Ning Qingying remembered what his father had passed down from his ancestors, and his heart was shocked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It turns out that the little stick is my hope for revenge!

Ning Qingying thought of this, and couldn't help but clench the list of words.

"Strangled me, strangled me!" Seeing Ning Qingying's appearance, Xin Ming didn't know where he remembered the sad thing, and immediately shouted in pain.

"Little Bangbang, are you so fragile?" Ning Qingying burst into tears and laughed, seeing Xin Ming stunned for a moment.

Nima, the most beautiful pear blossom after the rain!

Boom!

Boom!

The two sounds pulled Xin Ming's consciousness back, and it turned out that Zhou Bingchang drank a few sips of the Linghu Spring in a row, and the disciples of the Lingyuan Sword Sect by the lake saw that the iron-backed turtle essence did not move, and began to go down to the lake to cultivate one by one.

It's just that there are no disciples around the turtle spirit who dare to approach at all.

"Sister Qingying, hide me on you, I'm going to start cultivating. Xin Ming knew that his cultivation movement was too big, and he didn't want to be too public, so he could only make this decision.

Ning Qingying's face turned crimson when she heard this, and she ordered Zhou Bingchang to sink into the water, quickly stuff Bangwen into the big trench, and then slowly float up.

"I'm beautiful, beautiful, beautiful......."

Xin Ming hummed a song that no one could hear, and while running the Soul Snatching Creation Technique, Ning Qingying also sat cross-legged on the back of the iron-backed turtle spirit and began to absorb the spiritual energy.

A huge tornado rolled up over the Spirit Lake, instantly bringing up endless aura, and the entire lake instantly dropped a little!

Zhou Bingchang finally saw clearly that it was not Ning Qingying who made such a big move, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of turtle essence in a depressed mood!

If he had known this, he would not have taken it away, and he would not have become a prisoner of the machine spirit.

The tornado made by the cultivation of the machine spirit, even if Zhou Bingchang had seen it before, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked at this moment, this kind of absorbing spiritual energy, if the physical body is not strong enough, it will not be long before it will be exploded, but that instrument spirit actually did not refuse.

As time passed, the water of the spiritual spring on the surface of the lake was rapidly decreasing.

"Little slut, take your life!"

An old voice suddenly sounded, Xin Ming's divine sense swept out, and saw Liu Zhengfeng flying like a goshawk, in the air, and a big hand of Lingyuan slapped towards the tornado.

Just as Xin Ming was about to order Zhou Bingchang to make a move, Zhou Bingchang snorted coldly. "Senior Brother Liu, I haven't seen you for two hundred years, not only have your cultivation stagnated, but even your heart has declined greatly!"

"The elder of the Lingyuan Sword Sect actually went to hunt down and kill an inner disciple under the sect, and that's all you can do!"

"You...... You're really Zhou Bingchang!!You're not dead yet!"

Liu Zhengfeng's body was stunned, like being devoured by thunder, staring at the iron-backed turtle spirit.

"That's right!" Zhou Bingchang laughed. "Back then, the three of you got rid of me as a thorn in my side, and in the past two hundred years, under the leadership of a few of your evil obstacles, has the Lingyuan Sword Sect become the number one sect in Dongzhou?"

"Liu Zhengfeng, the account between you and me should be settled today......" Zhou Bingchang said with hatred in his eyes. "Spirit's Illusion!"

After Zhou Bingchang finished speaking, the turtle essence's huge forehand slapped the surface of the lake, and he saw an invisible circle of light spread out, gathering Liu Zhengfeng from all directions!

Suddenly, bubbles surged across the lake, and not only the lake, but the entire world seemed to be shaking!

In an instant, without warning, the mountain collapsed and dust flew up!

The sky shattered like a mirror, popping and exploding.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on? How does it feel like the sky is falling apart?"

"Oh my God, the Holy Land has collapsed, it's over......"

Seeing such a scene between heaven and earth, many Lingyuan disciples no longer had the intention of cultivating, and fled one after another!

......

At this moment, the Lingyuan Sword Sect was in a panic!

Huge frog chirps resounded through the heavens and the earth!

The whole earth shook, and it seemed that some earth-shattering monster was about to break through the ground.

Lingyu Peak, countless stones rolled down on the Heaven-Shaking Peak, and the head of the sect, Gu Yue Changfeng, stood in the air, followed by three elders of the Spirit Sea Realm, as well as dozens of high-ranking sects.

"Senior Brother Boss, what happened?"

"Master, what is the sound of frogs chirping under the Heaven-Shaking Peak?"

......

"Due to changes in the earth's crust, all my Lingyuan Sword Sect disciples should evacuate Wufeng as soon as possible!"

The voice of Gu Yue Changfeng spread in all directions, and after speaking, he looked at the three elders behind him, and said with a very serious expression. "Three elders, due to the abnormal change of the Demon Suppression Spirit Weapon Zhenling Bell, the seal of the Ice Sky Demon Frog has been loosened, please help me to open the Lingyuan Immortal Sword to strengthen the seal. ”

"The spirit of the Zhenling Bell has collapsed, and the Holy Land of Transformation has almost collapsed, and the experienced disciples inside are afraid of ...... I'm afraid ......" Gu Yue Changfeng sighed, "For today's plan, the only way to do this is to keep the only foundation of my Lingyuan Sword Sect......"

"As for the more than 10,000 disciples in the Spirit Transformation Holy Land, they have been teleported to the extraterritorial battlefield, and whether they can survive depends on their creation......

"Master, is the extraterritorial battlefield you are talking about the battlefield the battlefield of the Great War on the Five Continents five thousand years ago?" Great Elder Ke Zhenzong's expression changed, his great-grandson was in the Spirit Transformation Holy Land, so how could he not be in a hurry?

"Exactly, I'm afraid all the experienced disciples of the Spirit Transformation Holy Land have gone there now......"