It took three days for Ning Zhe to finish his pranayama, and he felt the surging immortal power in his body and the nebula that was running rapidly again, and his mood was never better. Rainbow Literature Network, with you all the way!

The battle with Zheng Sen was hard, but the other party was a good whetstone, sharpening Ning Zhe's long knife that was not completely sharp. What Ning Zhe lacks now is not cultivation, nor treasures, but only the experience of fighting with real high-level cultivators, but through this battle with Zheng Sen, he has gained a lot.

The first thing Ning Zhe did when he recovered was to rush to Guangzhi Mountain, and now it had been three days since he and Nanlin were separated, presumably in these three days, the battle in Guangzhi Mountain must have been extremely fierce. However, Ning Zhe has absolute confidence in Nan Lin and Yuan Qin, if they can't hold on for three days under this advantage, it can only mean that they are incompetent.

Sure enough, when Ning Zhe rushed to the periphery of Guangzhi Mountain, he saw that the entire surrounding area of Guangzhi Mountain had become a ruin. However, the complex at the top of the mountain still stands tall in place, indicating that the entire defense of Mt. Kochi has not been destroyed.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhe's heart suddenly rejoiced, and as soon as his body moved, he came to mid-air, and shouted at the monks who were constantly attacking Guangzhi Mountain below: "Zheng Sen is dead, and you still don't want to be captured?"

When Nan Lin and Yuan Qin, who were on Guangzhi Mountain, heard Ning Zhe's voice, a wave of ecstasy suddenly surged on their faces, and they hurriedly commanded their monks to start a counterattack.

And Ning Zhe in the high place was a little embarrassed, he originally thought that when the news of Zheng Sen's killing came out, the monks of the Jade Dust Valley below would be in turmoil in an instant, but it seemed that this scene did not appear.

In fact, this time it was Ning Zhe who thought wrongly, the name Zheng Sen was not an ordinary disciple of Jade Dust Valley, even some of the elders of Jade Dust Valley didn't know, and only Leng Qinhua was the only one present who understood what this name meant.

Therefore, after Ning Zhe finished shouting, the monks of Jade Dust Valley below actually only paused for a moment, and several monks rushed up directly and began to attack Ning Zhe with his head and face.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, he naturally couldn't think of the trick, but the vast immortal power gushed out from the palm of his hand, and he blasted towards the Jade Dust Valley monk who was attacking from the opposite side.

And Leng Qinhua, who was standing at the forefront of the Jade Dust Valley team, was already cold at this time, if what Ning Zhe said was true, then this person was too terrifying. You must know that Zheng Sen has seen it, although his cultivation is not much different from him, but his actual combat effectiveness is far superior to him. Even Zheng Sen died in the hands of this person, which shows that his cultivation has reached an extremely terrifying level, at least it is not something that he Leng Qinhua can fight against.

Thinking of this, Leng Qinhua's face suddenly turned like earth, and his figure quietly moved backwards, wanting to leave here as soon as possible and go back to report to Leng Yuchen what happened here.

However, his elder costume was indeed too conspicuous in the crowd, and after eliminating the enemy in front of him, Ning Zhe immediately saw Leng Qinhua who was quietly retreating.

His footsteps came to Leng Qinhua's side, and said with a smile: "I don't know who this fellow Daoist is, why do you want to leave now?"

Leng Qinhua saw that Ning Zhe had discovered him, and immediately understood that today's matter could not end well, so he shouted categorically, and the green mang on the long knife in his hand suddenly rose, and he slashed down towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly, the purple mang surged slightly in his fingertips, and a slender purple long sword appeared directly in mid-air, stabbing at Leng Qinhua's long knife.

Bite!

Hearing only a crisp sound, Leng Qinhua's face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person kicked back a few steps uncontrollably. Although he had just thought that Ning Zhe's cultivation would be terrifying, he never expected that he was also a beginner-level cultivator of the Star God Realm, and he didn't make a single move under the other party.

"You...... Who are you?" Leng Qinhua shouted.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly and ignored his words, but the sword in his hand skyrocketed again, and the purple light flew out from the tip of the sword, forming a dazzling purple brilliance in mid-air, and slammed into Leng Qinhua's sword body.

Click!

The long knife in Leng Qinhua's hand shattered suddenly, and a cut was directly made on his chest, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground, and the red blood **** came out of his chest, staining the ground red.

Two moves, serious injury!

This effect was so terrifying that both the monks in the Jade Dust Valley and the monks on the Guangzhi Mountain in front of them all stopped and retreated, looking at all this with fear or envy in their eyes.

"Say, who sent you?" Ning Zhe asked proudly, standing in place with his hands in his hands.

In fact, this is already an obvious thing, this person must be a monk from the Jade Dust Valley, but what Ning Zhe still wants to know is whether there are any high-level monks of the Blood Sect in this Jade Dust Valley.

However, as soon as Ning Zhe's words were asked, there was a huge look on his face, and two purple rays directly condensed under his feet, and his body retreated hundreds of feet back into the air.

Just where Ning Zhe was standing, a blood-colored hole actually appeared out of thin air, and an old man in blood-colored clothes quietly walked out of the middle. Behind this old man, there were more than ten people.

As soon as these people appeared, the coercion brought out by them enveloped the entire Guangzhi Mountain, and when Ning Zhe saw the face of the leader clearly, his heart suddenly sank.

"Blood Demon Ancestor!" Ning Zhe muttered a name, but there was already a trace of bitterness in his mouth.

If he can still fight hard in the face of Zheng Sen, then now facing the Blood Demon Ancestor, he will not be able to win no matter what, after all, the other party is a high-level monk of the Star God Realm, no matter how high his cultivation is, no matter how bad his luck is, but in the face of absolute strength, all this is empty talk.

"Boy, do you want to know? Then let the deity tell you that I instructed you. As soon as the Blood Demon Ancestor appeared, he looked at Ning Zhe with a sneer, the tongue in his mouth kept licking, as if he had seen some delicious food.

Although Ning Zhe's face was a little ugly, he didn't have a trace of fear, he stood in the air with his hands in his hands, looked at the Blood Demon Ancestor and the dozen or so monks behind him and said coldly: "What kind of senior master are you in vain, you can only use such small means, and the name of the Blood Sect has really been defeated by you!"

Listening to Ning Zhe's sarcastic words, the Blood Demon Ancestor's complexion did not change in the slightest, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth was still there, but a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, the disciple taught by that old thing Li Xingchen is really a virtue, his cultivation is not very good, but his mouth is very harsh, it seems that it is time for me to teach him a lesson on how to respect your elders. The Blood Demon Ancestor was silent for a moment before snorting coldly, and then a stream of blood light rushed out of his body.