At this time, although Ning Zhe's cultivation was still in the sacrificial realm, his mastery of both exercises and combat skills far exceeded Yang Xinhong.

In this sword, he had already fused the fearless belief in the battle intent, and the white sword qi released by Yang Xinhong barely did any effective resistance, and was engulfed by the golden dragon in the air, and the flying snow in the sky was also crushed by the golden dragon in an instant, slowly dissipating into the air.

And Yang Xinhong only felt a slight tremor from the Eight Han Sword on his chest, and countless cracks appeared on the sword body.

"This ...... How is this possible, this is the supreme treasure of the Snow Palace, a treasure comparable to a mid-level rune treasure, how could it be abolished by him?" Yang Xinhong's whole person was already crazy, he stared at Ning Zhe in the distance, and muttered something in his mouth.

Ning Zhe shook his head and said in a low voice: "Yang Xinhong, this is not the place to talk, how about fighting again after you and I go out?"

When Yang Xinhong heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, and then a poignant laugh came out of his mouth: "Haha...... Ning Zhe, Ning Zhe, you still want to go out, you still want to go out? Let me tell you the truth, today, you can't leave this place alive. ”

As he spoke, he patted the storage bag, and a white scroll flew out of the middle and floated on Yang Xinhong's chest. Looking at the ancient seals and patterns on it, Ning Zhe suddenly remembered that Ye Meizhao was holding such a scroll a few days ago, and when she opened the scroll, she cut open the cyan light curtain and disappeared into the Afterlife Tower......

Could it be that the scroll in Yang Xinhong's hand now is exactly the same as the one used by Ye Meizhao?

As soon as he thought of this, he saw Yang Xinhong's face solemn, and a solemn look appeared, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in the middle by a white light. I only heard him say slowly: "Thirty thousand miles of snow, straight up to Lingyun Sky." Ning Zhe, taste my Lingyun finger, haha......"

As he spoke, he held the ends of the scroll with both hands, the knuckles on his hands turned slightly white from too much force, and a cruel smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and then his hands slowly parted, tearing the scroll apart.

At the moment when the scroll cracked, I saw a white light falling from the sky, directly reflecting the entire hall into snow white, in the dazzling white light, a giant hand slowly formed, the palm of the giant hand had a snowflake pattern, and the fingers of this palm were all black.

Looking at this black and white palm, feeling the huge coercion emanating from it, Ning Zhe's brows furrowed slightly, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw Yang Xinhong on the opposite side kneeling to the ground with a puff, and said loudly: "Yang Xinhong, disciple of the Snow Palace, beg the Immortal to make a move, kill this person for me, and regain the inheritance ...... that belongs to me."

After his words fell for a long time, a voice without the slightest emotion sounded from above: "As you wish!"

As he spoke, the palms of his hands slowly clasped together, leaving only his ring finger still stretched out, and he pointed towards Ning Zhe.

At this moment, Ning Zhe only felt that the flow of spiritual power all over his body suddenly stagnated, and the white light in the middle of the hall quickly condensed onto the ring finger like a long dragon absorbing water, and then accelerated abruptly, falling towards Ning Zhe.

Looking at this powerful and abnormal nameless finger, Ning Zhe's left foot stomped on the ground slightly, and the Yuanyang ruler on his back flew up again, and he shouted in a low voice: "My heart is brave, my sword is fearless!"

The fearless belief in the battle intent suddenly merged into the golden sword, and a golden dragon that was even bigger than just now soared into the air and rushed towards that finger.

Yang Xinhong sneered, looked at Ning Zhe's gaze like a dead man, and muttered: "In the face of the power of the immortals, you actually dare to resist, and you are indeed the ignorant and fearless." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden dragon in the air was already wrapped around the black fingers. At the moment of entanglement, a silent black light flew out of his finger and slashed directly at the golden dragon's body, and then with the movement of his finger, the golden sword light immediately collapsed......

Ning Zhe's face turned pale, and he put the Yuanyang ruler in his hand on the ground, a trace of blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he secretly said in his heart what was the origin of this finger, with his cultivation to urge the offensive with all his strength, he couldn't even hold on to a breath in front of him.

He just thought of this, the black hand ** was only a few dozen zhang away from him, and at this moment, Ning Zhe only heard a low shout from behind him, and his voice contained monstrous anger: "Bastard, Ling Yuntian's people actually dare to spread wild here, do you really think that I am afraid of you?"

Hearing this voice, Ning Zhe's tense face suddenly relaxed, and the person who spoke was the master of this room, and the old man who left the meaning of reincarnation.

It's just that what kind of place is Ling Yuntian mentioned in his words, listening to his meaning, it seems to be an equal existence with him.

Without allowing Ning Zhe to think too much, he saw a black and white light flying out from behind him, directly hitting the black finger. Then the entire hall began to collapse, a black mist covered the place where they were fighting, Ning Zhe couldn't see the situation inside at all, he just felt that the hall was first shrouded in darkness, and then shook violently, as if the apocalyptic feeling rose from his heart.

But before he could think about it, a dazzling white light appeared in front of him, he hurriedly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already in a wide square, which was composed entirely of white marble, and in the front of the square, the towering tower of the dead was standing there......

"Here...... Could it be here?" Ning Zhe looked at the Death Pagoda in the distance, and wondered in his heart.

"Ning Zhe, you're finally out!"

A voice full of joy came from behind Ning Zhe, he turned around suddenly, only to find that Mo Xishi, dressed in green clothes, was standing behind him in surprise and inexplicably, and on Mo Xishi's shoulder, a small medicine shovel was quietly placed there.

"Ning Daoyou, congratulations, you have also obtained the inheritance!"

Ning Zhe was about to speak to Mo Xishi, but when he heard Yuan Jun's voice suddenly sounding on the side, he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that Yuan Jun's body was covered with an unfamiliar purple coat, and his originally black eyes were also glowing with a strange purple at this time, and the smile on his face looked a little different.

It was only then that Ning Zhe finally determined that he had been teleported out of the Afterlife Tower. Close your eyes and examine carefully, the white spirit beads in the sea of consciousness have not shrunk, and the meaning of reincarnation in your mind is still clearly recognizable.

Ning Zhe smiled at this time: "Yuan Daoyou, Uncle Mo, congratulations to the two of you, you have both been inherited." ”

As he spoke, he looked around, but he didn't find Yang Xinhong's figure, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart......