Bang!

"Grandpa Fairy, please save my mother!" Ning Mulian knelt down and kept kowtowing.

There was no sound response for half a sound, but Ning Mu still kept kowtowing, and he didn't stop bleeding until his head broke.

"That's enough!" the old man's weak voice came out of his head, "Damn, you kid, this is trying to kill me, I just saved you, you can't take a break?"

Ning Mu was stunned for a moment, but he kowtowed even more excitedly: "Fairy grandfather, please save my mother!

"Enough! Enough!" The old man's divine consciousness phantom in Ning Mu's mind blew his beard and glared, and slapped his forehead: "How could I be stupid to save you idiot, it's really blind!"

Ning Mu fell silent.

"Your mother is gone! It took me ten years to save you, and now I need to take a good rest, so mourn. The old man continued, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and finally fell silent again.

Rumble!

Hearing that her mother was not saved, Ning Muwan was struck by lightning, and she staggered and fell to the ground, stunned.

"Click... Click!"

"Boom!"

There was a sudden lightning and thunder in the sky, and in an instant, it rained heavily, and the rain fell in a hurry, hitting Ning Mu's body hard.

"Do you know why life is so gloomy, that is, because you don't cultivate immortals, you don't have the strength to turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain, and if you don't have strong strength, you can only be slaughtered by others, and that's it in this life. After a long time, Ning Mu's voice echoed in his mind as the old man regained a trace of his vitality.

"Then what should I do?" Ning Mu clenched his fists and asked.

The old man laughed twice: "This is not simple, cultivating immortals! Become a human being, and become a person feared by the heavens." ”

"But ......" the old man interrupted him and said, "Now that you have a big opportunity in your hands, why don't you hurry back to the Ning family?"

"Ning family!" Ning Mu's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, eating wild vegetables, drinking stream water, and approaching the magnificent gate again day and night.

"Murdered...... Murder!" The door of the Ning family was open, and a servant covered in blood ran out of it in a panic, was knocked down by the door railing, fell to the ground, and hurriedly got up again.

Flutter!

A flying sword suddenly pierced his body, swirling in the air and flying back.

The servant's eyes darkened, blood sprayed like a spring, and he fell directly to the ground.

Ning Mu was stunned, a thick fear flashed in his eyes, his body kept trembling, and his steps were like being filled with lead water, and it was difficult to take a step.

"What are you afraid of, isn't it just a small cultivation of the fourth layer of condensation, and a sword technique will break the great ambition in your heart?" the old man said in a flirtatious tone.

Ning Mu gritted his teeth and walked into the Ning family's compound.

An extremely rich smell of blood suddenly came to his nose, and Ning Mu's stomach churned, and he was about to kneel and gag.

At this moment, the Ning family's blood flowed like a river, and there were terrifying corpses everywhere, the walls, trees, and flowers and plants were dyed with blood, and the smell of blood in the blood pond was skyrocketing, and the floating corpses were floating in the river.

A man covered in blood was holding a blood-stained long sword in his hand, and slowly turned his head to look at Ning Mu.

The contours of his face were angular, his eyes were full of blood, he was indifferent and ruthless, and he exuded a strong blood pressure, which made Ning Mu glance at him, and he staggered to the ground.

"II...... Second uncle!" Ning Mu said in shock.

"Haha!" Ning Zi'an laughed wildly and said softly: "Mu'er, you came just in time, so you don't need to let the second uncle look for you anymore." ”

As he spoke, Ning Zi'an made a big move, and he was suspended out of thin air and was sucked into his palm, and he choked his neck.

"Ahem...... Cough. Ning Mu was pinched uncomfortably, slapped Ning Zi'an's arm, and kept coughing.

Ning Zi'an's blood-glittering eyes revealed a sense of indifference:

"Die. ”

"Evil beast!" suddenly a thunderous voice appeared in the sky.

Ning Mu, who felt very weak, suddenly felt a majestic but gentle force coming from his neck, which made him swing away from the second uncle's palm, and his body was suspended in the sky, and the hand of an old man in a green robe was soaring through the clouds.

Sou!

A blood-stained sword followed, turning into a radiant radiance.

The old man in the green robe raised his eyebrows, pinched it with one hand, and stained the long sword with blood with one finger, and a blue light collided with it and rippled.

The flying sword stumbled after being knocked back, followed by two rolls and shot again.

The old man in the green robe was in a panic, took out a golden bell from his arms, and threw it over.

The golden bell was golden and bright, and it suddenly changed from the size of a palm to the size of a golden bell, and the flying sword was covered inside, and it fell on the courtyard with a bang.

The thumping sound of the flying sword inside was endless, and the old man in the green robe pinched it with one hand and opened his mouth to suck it.

The golden bell below quickly shrank into his mouth, and was taken into the abdomen of the blue-robed old man with the flying sword.

"Look for death!" Ning Zi'an, who was stained with blood, shouted angrily, stepped on the ground, and jumped nine feet high and slammed into it with a punch.

"Hmph. The old man in the green robe raised his eyebrows, pinched it with one hand, and opened his mouth to spit out.

"Click!"

A thunderbolt suddenly shot down Ning Zi'an in an instant, and a black pit emitting heat exploded in the compound.

The old man in the green robe took Ning Mu Teng and fell to the ground in the mist: "Why did the overhaul of the fourth layer of the dignified Qi Condensation have the heart of exterminating the clan to ordinary people?"

Ning Mu's heart trembled wildly when he landed on both feet, this was the first time he had seen the immortal fighting method.

"Tsk, just a seventh-layer old man, you're so excited. Boy, do you still have a little ambition?" the old man's unobtrusive voice echoed in Ning Mu's mind.

Ning Mu nodded secretly, took a deep breath, and then calmed down and looked at the second uncle who got up in the black pit.

"Haha!"

Ning Zi'an looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "What if you kill it, who of you immortal cultivators has not been stained with the blood of ordinary people?"

"I just killed two more in advance, didn't I?"

The corners of Ning Zi'an's mouth outlined a bloodthirsty sneer, and he took out a black long banner from his arms, waving it in the wind.

Suddenly, the color of the sky and the earth changed, a dark cloud shrouded the nameless mountain, and the Ning family's compound was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls, and a ghost floated up from the ground and was sucked into the black flag.

Ning Zi'an's momentum continued to soar, black qi surrounded his body, and his eyes flashed red, like a peerless demon god.

"Die. ”

Ning Zi'an waved his long flag, and the gusts of wind howled, and countless powerful ghosts attacked overwhelmingly with their teeth and claws.

The old man in the green robe looked at each other with a flicker between his eyebrows, pinched his hands, and opened his mouth to spit out: "Go!"

A golden bell with golden light became a golden bell, and it quickly escaped among these powerful ghosts, and one by one it was covered in it.

Ning Zi'an waved his long banner and pinched it with one hand: "Broken!"

There were suddenly heart-rending screams from the Admiralty, and cracks were all over it, and wisps of black mist swept away in an instant, and the Admiralty suddenly shattered, becoming pieces of dull tiles scattered all over the ground.

"The sword is coming!" The old man in the green robe waved his long sleeves, and a flying sword flew out of it, and was shot by one of his sword hilts.

The golden light of the flying sword was sparkling, accompanied by the sound of dragons and tigers, like a peerless divine weapon.

Ning Zi'an waved the long flag three times, and the flying sword was rolled up by the long flag when it came to the near place, and the golden light was wiped out, and it was held in his hand, and he turned his palm and pushed the hilt of the sword, shooting back the flying sword.

The old man in the green robe was in a panic, pinched it with both hands, and opened his mouth to spit out:

"Click!"

A thunderbolt shattered the flying sword with lightning speed, turning it into pieces of dim fine iron that were scattered all over the ground.

"Click!" the old man in the green robe vomited.

A thunderbolt shot over with lightning speed.

Ning Zi'an frowned, and the long banner in his hand was thrown at random to meet the thunder, and it was shattered into rags, so as to offset the attack.

"Die!"

Ning Zi'an laughed fiercely, stepped on the ground, and came with a gust of yin wind and a fist of a powerful ghost.

A flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the old man in the green robe, and he also punched over, but it was not opposed.

The two fists passed between the electric light and flint. The old man in the green robe was shattered by his punch, and only a head remained. His fist was aimed at Ning Zi'an's head, blasting a huge gap.

Both were knocked out of the way.

Ning Zi'an staggered back a few steps, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky. The head of the blue-robed old man slammed into the stone wall at high speed, shattering like his body, and blood dripping all over the ground.