Pan Li Xian Tao Tree trembled!

How could such a psychic thing not know the power of the Treasure of Creation? Even if this Treasure of Creation was so badly damaged, it was not something that a spiritual creature like it was born and raised could withstand.

Under the golden light of the Tower of Babel, the branches of the peach tree faded like a tide, and the huge trunk of the towering tree continued to shrink, and finally returned to normal.

At this time, the terrifying python-like branches were gone, and only a majestic peach tree stood alone, bathed in golden light, and it seemed a little holy. The dark trunk is intertwined with countless textures, and the green peach leaves are swaying, and the pink stamens are dotted with flowers, which is particularly enchanting.

What a peach tree!

Ye Ning was overjoyed, controlled the Tower of Babel, and with a slight shake, he ingested it into the tower.

At the bottom of the Tower of Babel, the Panli Peach Tree obediently takes root here, quiet like a baby.

It's really a thing for a thing.

Ye Ning was not without a way to eradicate the Panli Immortal Peach Tree, but it was not so easy to get it in his pocket intact. Unexpectedly, the Tower of Babel gave him an unexpected surprise. It seems that his understanding of the treasure of creation is still in the realm of the skin.

After collecting the Pan Li Immortal Peach Tree, the Tower of Babel also lost its brilliance and returned to Ye Ning's body.

In a short period of time, Wei Zhuoying was stimulated too much, and when she saw the situation reversed, she was ready to flee again. As soon as he came out of the mile, he showed his figure, sighed, and said, "That's it, the old man fought with you." ”

He knew that Zhuohua Shenjun would never allow him to escape, and Ye Ning would not let him go.

"Oh?" Ye Ning smiled: "Bloody!"

Wei Zhuoying was silent, and a layer of blood-colored light suddenly ignited all over his body, followed by his old body, and his old body immediately straightened up, his head turned white and black, and he suddenly returned to the young man in his twenties! At this moment, the combat power is even twice as high as Fang Cai!

"Hahaha. Wei Zhuoying raised her head and laughed, "It's good to be young." Although this time can only last for one cup of tea, it does not prevent me from going crazy once before I die!"

Ye Ning clearly felt that although his body was young, his soul had aged to the extreme, and his vitality had almost disappeared, replaced by a blood-red film, hanging his last breath.

"Okay!" Ye Ning didn't expect that he still had this courage. "Just let Ye give you a ride!"

The Sword of Annihilation struck straight away, and the way of life was entwined upward, directly stripping him of the last trace of vitality.

However, that blood-colored film that seemed to be weak and couldn't help but resist it!

Although Ye Ning had a hunch, he didn't expect that with his Xiaocheng's way of life and death, it would be completely ineffective.

Wei Zhuoying smiled contemptuously and said, "The Wei Clan's Immortal Technique 'Sacrifice Felling', how can it be so easy to be broken by you?

Wei Zhuoying was jealous and resentful of Ye Ning. This blow can be described as forgetting one's self, gathering the spiritual power of the whole body, condensing it into a blood-colored sickle, and with a "bang", it cut Ye Ning's head in the blink of an eye!

He was ready to kill him with one blow.

Ye Ning didn't dare to be careless. At this time, Wei Zhuoying should have returned to his peak state, and it was a desperate blow, which should not be underestimated. He gently shook the magic pen, and the Taoist "Five Thousand Words" engraved on it flew out, a splendid article, turned into magnificent mountains and rivers, horizontal in front of the blood-colored sickle.

The blood-colored scythe seemed to have a special effect of tearing the void, and with a "click", it was about to break through the rune's defense.

Feng Shen's pen trembled slightly, and the wisp of spiritual wisdom in it seemed to show a look of disdain, and suddenly, a mysterious aura was revealed, permeating the mountains and rivers, forming an impregnable line of defense!

"Boom, boom!"

The blood-colored scythe kept striking, but there was nothing to do with the conjured mountains and rivers.

With every impact, Wei Zhuoying retreated violently, and the corners of his mouth shook blood. After hundreds of blows, the tip of the scythe had been broken, and Wei Zhuoying's white clothes had been dyed bloody.

"Ahh "Angry old man!"

Ye Ning is helpless, the fairy road is cruel, either you die or I die, he will never show mercy to his subordinates.

"The old man is unwilling!" Wei Zhuoying shouted again and again, and then sacrificed a body of essence blood, which was replenished into the blood-colored scythe, in an attempt to fight back. At this moment, his handsome face became thin again, his body shrunk by half, and hung miserably in the air, with only half a breath left. Even if Ye Ning didn't do anything, he wouldn't be able to last long.

The blood-colored scythe came to life again, slamming desperately, smashing into a golden light, but to no avail.

After a few moments, the blood-colored scythe was gone.

The magnificent mountains and rivers once again became "Five Thousand Words", returning to the pen of the gods.

"I don't believe it. Wei Zhuoying had no strength to scream, and he said in a low voice: "Can you tell the old man, why is this?"

Ye Ning stepped forward, looked at him and said, "Fate." The way of fate is above all the ways, how can an ant like you resist it?"

"I see. Wei Zhuoying said: "No wonder you are bound to get the Book of Heaven." Haha, fate, God killed me, I had to die!"

Wei Zhuoying's eyes widened, her head tilted, and the oil ran out.

When the wind blew, his body turned to dust and disappeared.

Two thousand years, a snap of a finger, once dead, no one knows.

Ye Ning shook his head, walked in front of Qiu Yiming, who was trapped by the earth-shaking palm, and said with a smile: "Qiu Daoyou, how long are you going to act?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yiming, who was originally struggling desperately, suddenly calmed down.

He smiled and said, "The wisdom of the little friend is close to the demon, be careful of dying!"

"Ye has lived for more than two hundred years, so there is no need for Qiu Daoyou to worry. ”

"Little friend," Qiu Yiming continued to attack his heart, and said, "Why don't we discuss it, Tianji Valley has left since then, and we are not participating in the competition for you, okay?"

"Good calculation. Ye Ning said with a smile: "You pretend to be trapped by Ye, and expect us and others to fight to lose both, you can sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman, and it is really a good strategy! ”

Seeing that the scheme was exposed, Qiu Yiming was not angry. He smiled and said, "Even if Xiaoyou is right, so what? Isn't it a good thing for you that Tianji Valley has retreated since then? Look at it, the man and woman who came with you have reached the end of the crossbow at this time, and I am afraid that they will die at any time." ”

Ye Ning's spiritual sense was always paying attention to Ye Qing and Feng Chuge, how could he not know their situation?

However, the battle with Zhengyizong made Ye Ning understand their limit, which was far from reaching it at the moment.

(End of chapter)