Repugnant Gateway

Ning Muye had two walnuts in his hands, which looked very full. Although the light in the room was very dark, the light from the two walnuts was still very clear. Ning Muye's expression became more and more pleasant as An Zheng slashed out of the net.

"You really made me look at each other, but I didn't mean to shoot me from beginning to end."

He sat down on a chair and tilted his legs: "So this makes me feel very bored ... The purpose of my stay in this building is to procrastinate you. Talking to you makes you angry, so you can strike me Let you forget, you should focus on dealing with that net ... But it seems that you are not irritated by me at all, or obviously irritated, but you know what you should do. You work harder and say Maybe the net will be broken soon. You go out as soon as possible, maybe there is one less person in the Tianqi Sect. "

His voice was not loud, but every word was clearly sent into An Zheng's ear. Anzheng became more and more irritable and crazier.

Ning Muye, however, looked more and more cloudy and windy. He got up and found a copper pot, boiled the water himself, and then made tea.

"In this society, people's hearts are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. Choosing some good tea and making it casually is just fine. I don't know how to settle down. Tea needs to be boiled to be worthy of tea. Quiet, it is worthy of drinking tea. "

His movements look very beautiful, even more beautiful than those women who make tea in the teahouse.

But his mouth was chattering.

"I was sitting here to fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations, even those who are not very strong in your sect have some high-level magical tools, which is expected to come to you Of course it ’s indispensable. But I ’m sorry to have prepared it for a long time but used it to make tea. "

Ning Muye looked up at Anzheng, and Anzheng was still on the floor.

But the big net still showed no signs of damage. The magical instruments of the world have different abilities. But when it comes to Zipin, apart from their respective abilities, the quality is almost the same. It is difficult to break a party with Zipin to Zipin. Unless the person holding the artifact is also powerful enough to suffocate. A strong player in the sky realm, holding a purple artifact, is equivalent to two strong players in the sky realm.

"It seems that you still have no chance."

Ning Muye washes tea, and then waited for the second bubble to boil.

Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was already covered with sweat. While he was attacking frantically, he had to endure the influence of Ning Muye on him. Ning Muye is too clever. He is trying to disturb An's controversy.

Sorrowful sword.

An Zheng thought in his head that the Sorrow Sword was one of the most powerful instruments in Tianhao Palace, but this sword was after all the sword of the master of the Dantai Palace. The women's practice methods and Anzheng are different, so Anzheng can't display the full strength of the Sorrow Sword. While the master of Dantai Palace sealed the sword in the dark sword, Anzheng had used it several times, and the power was already much worse than the original one.

Now it is impossible to shake the Purple Pin Magic Tool, because the two are of equal quality, and the people who control this Purple Pin Magic Tool from outside must be above the contention.

They also die with Xiaoliuer.

This is what An Zheng thought in his heart.

The brilliance of Xue Peizhu's bracelets flashed, but the purple product had sealed the entire Deyuelou, so An Zheng could not contact Chen Shaobai's father, or he could not get back his part of cultivation.

Suddenly, Enran suddenly thought of a way.

This method is so fiercely determined, so no room is left. But there was no delay in the contention, and the decision was made the moment the thought appeared in his mind. He concentrated all his strength on the Sword of Desolation, and then inserted the Sword of Depression into a grid of the big net. Then Anzhen quickly retreated, and at the same time retreated, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong giant shield in front of him.

"Break me!"

An Zheng stretched out with one hand, and the flesh on his arm exploded instantly.

Self-defeating an arm, using the power of the bloodline as a guide, destroying a purple product!

Anzheng has already acknowledged the blood of Anranjian, and Anranjian and Anzheng have the same blood. But even if Anzheng is the owner of the Sorrowful Sword, it is never easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. Purple Pin magic weapon, the top of all the laws, so even as the master of the Desolate Sword, An Zheng needs to pay the price of his own blood power if he wants to destroy it. Use one arm to destroy one device and change to the first-line machine.

boom!

Purple Pin magic weapon was destroyed.

In history, An Zheng was the first practitioner to take the initiative to destroy his Zipin magical implement. If they are known, they do not know how many people will be sad. Those who want to get the Zipin artifact can't help but want to get rid of An Zhengda eight pieces of broken corpses to get rid of hatred. The world's Zipin Artifact is 201, and the only person who can create a Zipin Artifact in the world is Lao Huo. The old Huo is old, and the Huangqu Pagoda Furnace has exhausted the remaining power. Even if it is a chance, it is difficult to succeed. Therefore, the world's purple product artifacts, destroy one less one, may no longer hope to recover.

Under the immense power, the scales of the eight holy fishes in front of Anzheng were blown back and crashed back, hitting Anzheng hard. In an instant, An Zheng didn't know how many broken ribs on his chest.

Wow, An Zheng vomited a lot of blood, and even some minced meat in the blood.

A purple light blasted from the point of the explosion to the surroundings. The purple product magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the vented air flow and the purple light spewed out from the gap. The Deyuelou, which was originally blessed by the Zipin magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed. Where the purple light vented, within a few miles, all the trees, flowers and plants withered.

The purple product was destroyed, the world changed color, and there was no vitality.

Nature's keenness to the vitality of heaven and earth is much stronger than humans. Those flowers and trees, and the destruction of Zipin artifacts die. The half-truncated sword spun out of the gap, and poked on the ground. In the other half, there was nothing left of the crushed pieces.

Anzheng's back hit the other side of Deyuelou, and his spine was crooked. Without the protection of the scales of the holy fish, Anzheng's flesh can be instantly shattered by the explosion of the Purple Product.

The Deyue Building collapsed, and the smoke was violent.

An Zheng was groggy, knowing that he might faint at any time, he raised his right hand and nipped at the **** flesh of his left arm, blood in one hand. The severe pain restored him a bit, and he resisted the pain and summoned the scale of the holy fish to fly over. He sat on the scale of the holy fish hard, and then his thoughts moved, and the scale of the holy fish flew out immediately.

Under the broken wall of the broken Deyue Building, Ning Muye was struggling out of the broken wood and debris, looked down, and there was no injury on his body. The blood soon penetrated, and I didn't know how many bones were broken, nor how much flesh and blood was severely cut by the violent gas. He was downstairs, and he still had his own magical weapon protection body. His wound was only one breath, and we can imagine how many people were fighting for it.

Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and left quickly, his eyes complex.

"You guy ... are no longer human."

This is by no means a curse, and even Ning Makino himself did not know what he thought of An Zheng when he said it. Is it awe or hate.

An Zheng didn't pay attention to him from beginning to end, even after destroying the artifact and rushing out of the prison at the cost of one of his arms, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, who was meandering, Gu Qianye, Du Shou thin. It was Lord Huo, Lang Jing, the men in the Tianqi Sect, and the rough, but sloppy skin on the streets outside the Tianqi Zong.

The scale of the sacred fish fluttered on several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword inserted in the distance and grabbed it. The sword is already dark, and it seems that such a sad sword is really sad.

The speed of the holy fish scale was so extreme that it quickly traversed the street. An Zheng didn't dare to fly high, and Xiyulou was definitely not alone in stopping Ning Muye. Walking through the streets, you can also hide your tracks slightly.

Boom!

Just as a mountain fell from midair, a large seal fell towards Anzheng's head. Anzheng's body, including the scale of the holy fish, was smashed under the ground.

The big seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than ten thousand pounds. Under the great force, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that even the capital of the corpse will not be left, and even the flesh and blood can not be broken.

A man who looked forty years old stood on top of Da Yin, his face arrogant.

He looked over to Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, we have called you a sir in vain. Why can't you even handle a hairy kid, it is really disappointing."

This man is Goldman Sachs, the six-owner of Xiyulou. He hates Anzheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, although he doubled the Gao family out of the house for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the six heads of Xiyulou. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.

"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill the Gao family personally. But that was me, not someone else. Even if I hated them, I wouldn't let others kill."

Goldman Sachs is standing on the big seal, looking down at the following: "Press you for the powder, send you to hell, let the people of the Gao family in **** continue fighting with you."

His words were finished, and the big seal suddenly shattered.

The Nine Nether Demon Bell banged out from below and directly smashed the side seal of the Red Pinnacle Peak. Goldman Sachs, standing on the big seal, was blown out, and a big gap was split in the air, and the blood was flowing.

An Zheng, who had broken his shoulders, looked up, his eyes red and blood red.

"Don't stop me from going home."

He pointed forward, and the scale of the holy fish took him to Tianqizong again. Nine Spectre Devil Bells pulled out of the ground, and when they swept across the ground, they crushed the body of Goldman Sachs directly. Goldman Sachs was trying to hide but there was no way to hide, watching the tower-like bell running over him.

Half of Anzhen's body hardly listened, and his neck was tilted to the side. One eye was completely covered in blood, and he couldn't see the way ahead. Blood was spilling out of his ears, nose, and mouth. The clean, sunny face was now covered with blood. He could barely maintain himself sitting on the scale of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, that was to go home.

Numerous drizzle floor killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and the plumes of arrows flew down like rainstorms. Anzheng raised his hand hard and pointed upwards. The nine ghost demon bells were like nine rotating pagodas, and the sound waves were rippling around. . In the splatter of blood, An Zheng drove the scales of the holy fish and returned to Tianqizong.