Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
The purple quality is destroyed, the color of heaven and earth changes, and there is no vitality left.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
boom!
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs: "So this makes me feel very boring... The purpose of my staying in this building is to delay you. Talk to you and make you angry, so that you can attack me." Let you forget that you should focus on dealing with that net... But it seems that you are not irritated by me at all, or you are clearly irritated, but you know what you should do. If you work harder, maybe it will be very good. The net will be broken soon. If you get out earlier, maybe one less person in Tianqi Sect will die."
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
But he kept chattering.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
A group of purple light surged out from the point of explosion to the surroundings. The purple magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the vented air flow and purple light spurted out from the gap like a roaring sea. Deyuelou, which was originally blessed by the purple magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed suddenly. And where the purple light was released, all the trees, flowers and plants within a few miles withered.
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
Ning Muye looked more and more calm. He stood up, found a copper kettle, boiled water, and then made tea.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
"In today's society, people's minds are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. I just choose some good tea and just brew it with water. I don't know how to calm down. Tea needs to be boiled to make it worthy of tea. Heart is important. Only when you are quiet can you be worthy of drinking tea.”
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after breaking out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of losing an arm, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, namely Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du Shaoshou. It's Mr. Huo, it's Lang Jing, it's the men in Tianqi Sect, it's the rugged ruffians on the street outside Tianqi Sect who have returned to the right path.
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
But he kept chattering.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. While he was attacking like crazy, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye was too smart. He was trying to make An Zheng confused. The more confused An Zheng was, the more helpless he was.
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
"Don't block my way home."
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
"Don't block my way home."
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
But the big net still showed no signs of damage. Although the purple-grade magic weapons in the world have different abilities. But when it comes to the purple level, apart from their respective abilities, the quality is almost the same. It is very difficult to break one side against the other side. Unless the person holding the artifact is also so powerful that it is suffocating. A strong person in the Heaven Realm holds a purple-grade artifact, which is equivalent to two strong people in the Heaven Realm taking action.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
An Zheng was groggy and knew that he might faint at any time. He raised his right hand and clenched the bloody part of his left arm. His hand was bloody. The severe pain restored his spirit a little, and he endured the pain and summoned the scales of the holy fish to fly over. He sat on the scales of the holy fish with difficulty, and then with a thought, the scales of the holy fish flew forward.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
Like a mountain peak descending from mid-air, a large seal smashed down on An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the scales of the holy fish, were smashed into the ground.
boom!
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
Bang!
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. While he was attacking like crazy, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye was too smart. He was trying to make An Zheng confused. The more confused An Zheng was, the more helpless he was.
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
Under the huge power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and hit An Zheng heavily. In just an instant, an unknown number of ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
Sad sword.
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
The Nine Nether Demonic Bell crashed out from below, directly smashing the large seal that was the pinnacle red magic weapon. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the big seal, was knocked out and a big hole opened in the air, bleeding profusely.
"Break it for me!"
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs: "So this makes me feel very boring... The purpose of my staying in this building is to delay you. Talk to you and make you angry, so that you can attack me." Let you forget that you should focus on dealing with that net... But it seems that you are not irritated by me at all, or you are clearly irritated, but you know what you should do. If you work harder, maybe it will be very good. The net will be broken soon. If you get out earlier, maybe one less person in Tianqi Sect will die."
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
But he kept chattering.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
An Zheng was groggy and knew that he might faint at any time. He raised his right hand and clenched the bloody part of his left arm. His hand was bloody. The severe pain restored his spirit a little, and he endured the pain and summoned the scales of the holy fish to fly over. He sat on the scales of the holy fish with difficulty, and then with a thought, the scales of the holy fish flew forward.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
That's all An Zheng thought about.
"Break it for me!"
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
"Don't block my way home."
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
"Break it for me!"
Bang!
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
Suddenly, An Ran suddenly thought of a way.
Ning Muye looked more and more calm. He stood up, found a copper kettle, boiled water, and then made tea.
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
An Zheng stretched out one hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm exploded instantly.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
The purple quality is destroyed, the color of heaven and earth changes, and there is no vitality left.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
In history, An Zheng was the first practitioner to take the initiative to destroy his own purple-grade magic weapon. If someone found out, I don't know how many people would be heartbroken. Those who wanted to get the purple-grade artifact but couldn't find it would want to tear An Zheng into pieces in order to relieve their hatred. There are 201 purple-grade artifacts in the world, and the only person in the world who can create a purple-grade artifact is Old Huo. Old Huo is already old, and the Phoenix-making Qudan Furnace has exhausted its remaining power. If he wants to create a purple-grade artifact again, Even if you have the opportunity, it will never succeed. Therefore, if one of the purple-grade artifacts in the world is destroyed, there may be no hope of recovery.
But he kept chattering.
"You... are no longer human."
Suddenly, An Ran suddenly thought of a way.
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
"Break it for me!"
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs: "So this makes me feel very boring... The purpose of my staying in this building is to delay you. Talk to you and make you angry, so that you can attack me." Let you forget that you should focus on dealing with that net... But it seems that you are not irritated by me at all, or you are clearly irritated, but you know what you should do. If you work harder, maybe it will be very good. The net will be broken soon. If you get out earlier, maybe one less person in Tianqi Sect will die."
"Break it for me!"
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
Sad sword.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
An Zheng stretched out one hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm exploded instantly.
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
"Break it for me!"
Bang!
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
An Zheng stretched out one hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm exploded instantly.
An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after breaking out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of losing an arm, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, namely Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du Shaoshou. It's Mr. Huo, it's Lang Jing, it's the men in Tianqi Sect, it's the rugged ruffians on the street outside Tianqi Sect who have returned to the right path.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
"Don't block my way home."
Suddenly, An Ran suddenly thought of a way.
Under the huge power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and hit An Zheng heavily. In just an instant, an unknown number of ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
boom!
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after breaking out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of losing an arm, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, namely Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du Shaoshou. It's Mr. Huo, it's Lang Jing, it's the men in Tianqi Sect, it's the rugged ruffians on the street outside Tianqi Sect who have returned to the right path.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
"It seems you still don't have a chance."
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
But the big net still showed no signs of damage. Although the purple-grade magic weapons in the world have different abilities. But when it comes to the purple level, apart from their respective abilities, the quality is almost the same. It is very difficult to break one side against the other side. Unless the person holding the artifact is also so powerful that it is suffocating. A strong person in the Heaven Realm holds a purple-grade artifact, which is equivalent to two strong people in the Heaven Realm taking action.
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
In history, An Zheng was the first practitioner to take the initiative to destroy his own purple-grade magic weapon. If someone found out, I don't know how many people would be heartbroken. Those who wanted to get the purple-grade artifact but couldn't find it would want to tear An Zheng into pieces in order to relieve their hatred. There are 201 purple-grade artifacts in the world, and the only person in the world who can create a purple-grade artifact is Old Huo. Old Huo is already old, and the Phoenix-making Qudan Furnace has exhausted its remaining power. If he wants to create a purple-grade artifact again, Even if you have the opportunity, it will never succeed. Therefore, if one of the purple-grade artifacts in the world is destroyed, there may be no hope of recovery.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
That's all An Zheng thought about.
The Nine Nether Demonic Bell crashed out from below, directly smashing the large seal that was the pinnacle red magic weapon. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the big seal, was knocked out and a big hole opened in the air, bleeding profusely.
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
Under the huge power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and hit An Zheng heavily. In just an instant, an unknown number of ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
He pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish took him flying towards Tianqi Sect again. The Nine Nether Devil Bell rose from the ground and crushed Gao Shengzai's body as it swept across the ground. Goldman wanted to hide but couldn't. He watched helplessly as the tower-like bell crushed over him.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
With a sound, An Zheng vomited a large mouthful of blood, and there was even some minced meat in the blood.
A group of purple light surged out from the point of explosion to the surroundings. The purple magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the vented air flow and purple light spurted out from the gap like a roaring sea. Deyuelou, which was originally blessed by the purple magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed suddenly. And where the purple light was released, all the trees, flowers and plants within a few miles withered.
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
boom!
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
"Break it for me!"
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
A group of purple light surged out from the point of explosion to the surroundings. The purple magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the vented air flow and purple light spurted out from the gap like a roaring sea. Deyuelou, which was originally blessed by the purple magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed suddenly. And where the purple light was released, all the trees, flowers and plants within a few miles withered.
Like a mountain peak descending from mid-air, a large seal smashed down on An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the scales of the holy fish, were smashed into the ground.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
The purple quality is destroyed, the color of heaven and earth changes, and there is no vitality left.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
Sad sword.
But the big net still showed no signs of damage. Although the purple-grade magic weapons in the world have different abilities. But when it comes to the purple level, apart from their respective abilities, the quality is almost the same. It is very difficult to break one side against the other side. Unless the person holding the artifact is also so powerful that it is suffocating. A strong person in the Heaven Realm holds a purple-grade artifact, which is equivalent to two strong people in the Heaven Realm taking action.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
"Don't block my way home."
He pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish took him flying towards Tianqi Sect again. The Nine Nether Devil Bell rose from the ground and crushed Gao Shengzai's body as it swept across the ground. Goldman wanted to hide but couldn't. He watched helplessly as the tower-like bell crushed over him.
Bang!
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
The large seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. Under the huge force, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no corpse left, and even the flesh and blood would not be intact.
In history, An Zheng was the first practitioner to take the initiative to destroy his own purple-grade magic weapon. If someone found out, I don't know how many people would be heartbroken. Those who wanted to get the purple-grade artifact but couldn't find it would want to tear An Zheng into pieces in order to relieve their hatred. There are 201 purple-grade artifacts in the world, and the only person in the world who can create a purple-grade artifact is Old Huo. Old Huo is already old, and the Phoenix-making Qudan Furnace has exhausted its remaining power. If he wants to create a purple-grade artifact again, Even if you have the opportunity, it will never succeed. Therefore, if one of the purple-grade artifacts in the world is destroyed, there may be no hope of recovery.
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those women making tea in the teahouse.
An Zheng was groggy and knew that he might faint at any time. He raised his right hand and clenched the bloody part of his left arm. His hand was bloody. The severe pain restored his spirit a little, and he endured the pain and summoned the scales of the holy fish to fly over. He sat on the scales of the holy fish with difficulty, and then with a thought, the scales of the holy fish flew forward.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
That's all An Zheng thought about.
The large seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. Under the huge force, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no corpse left, and even the flesh and blood would not be intact.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. While he was attacking like crazy, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye was too smart. He was trying to make An Zheng confused. The more confused An Zheng was, the more helpless he was.
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after breaking out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of losing an arm, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, namely Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du Shaoshou. It's Mr. Huo, it's Lang Jing, it's the men in Tianqi Sect, it's the rugged ruffians on the street outside Tianqi Sect who have returned to the right path.
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
"You... are no longer human."
"In today's society, people's minds are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. I just choose some good tea and just brew it with water. I don't know how to calm down. Tea needs to be boiled to make it worthy of tea. Heart is important. Only when you are quiet can you be worthy of drinking tea.”
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
"In today's society, people's minds are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. I just choose some good tea and just brew it with water. I don't know how to calm down. Tea needs to be boiled to make it worthy of tea. Heart is important. Only when you are quiet can you be worthy of drinking tea.”
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
"You... are no longer human."
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
"Don't block my way home."
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
"You... are no longer human."
Sad sword.
He must die with Xiaoliu'er and the others.
Bang!
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
An Zheng ignored him from beginning to end, even after breaking out of the prison by destroying the artifact at the cost of losing an arm, he still ignored him. Because what An Zheng was thinking about was his family, namely Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du Shaoshou. It's Mr. Huo, it's Lang Jing, it's the men in Tianqi Sect, it's the rugged ruffians on the street outside Tianqi Sect who have returned to the right path.
Like a mountain peak descending from mid-air, a large seal smashed down on An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the scales of the holy fish, were smashed into the ground.
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
"You... are no longer human."
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
Almost half of An Zheng's body was out of control, and his neck was tilted to one side. One eye was completely covered with blood and he couldn't see the way forward clearly. Blood was pouring from his ears, nose, and mouth. The originally clean and sunny face was now covered in blood. He could barely keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.
The speed of the Holy Fish Scale is extremely fast, traveling quickly through the streets. An Zheng didn't dare to fly high, and Ning Muye was definitely not the only one to stop him in Xiaoyu Tower. Walking through the streets, you can also hide your whereabouts a little.
Almost half of An Zheng's body was out of control, and his neck was tilted to one side. One eye was completely covered with blood and he couldn't see the way forward clearly. Blood was pouring from his ears, nose, and mouth. The originally clean and sunny face was now covered in blood. He could barely keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.
An Zheng was groggy and knew that he might faint at any time. He raised his right hand and clenched the bloody part of his left arm. His hand was bloody. The severe pain restored his spirit a little, and he endured the pain and summoned the scales of the holy fish to fly over. He sat on the scales of the holy fish with difficulty, and then with a thought, the scales of the holy fish flew forward.
"You... are no longer human."
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
Bang!
Bang!
That's all An Zheng thought about.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
A group of purple light surged out from the point of explosion to the surroundings. The purple magic weapon was blasted out of a gap, and the vented air flow and purple light spurted out from the gap like a roaring sea. Deyuelou, which was originally blessed by the purple magic weapon, could no longer hold on and collapsed suddenly. And where the purple light was released, all the trees, flowers and plants within a few miles withered.
"Break it for me!"
Like a mountain peak descending from mid-air, a large seal smashed down on An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the scales of the holy fish, were smashed into the ground.
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
Suddenly, An Ran suddenly thought of a way.
The large seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. Under the huge force, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no corpse left, and even the flesh and blood would not be intact.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
"In today's society, people's minds are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. I just choose some good tea and just brew it with water. I don't know how to calm down. Tea needs to be boiled to make it worthy of tea. Heart is important. Only when you are quiet can you be worthy of drinking tea.”
The Deyue Tower collapsed and dust and smoke stirred up.
"Break it for me!"
Under the huge power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and hit An Zheng heavily. In just an instant, an unknown number of ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So I made a lot of preparations. Even the people in your sect who are not very strong in cultivation have some very high-grade magic weapons. I expected you to Of course it’s indispensable, but I’m a little sorry that I spent so much time preparing it for tea.”
An Zheng has already recognized An Ranjian as his master, and An Ranjian and An Zheng have the same blood. But even if An Zheng is the master of Anran Sword, it is not easy to destroy a purple-grade magic weapon. A purple-grade magic weapon, the pinnacle of all magics, so even if An Zheng, as the master of the Anran Sword, wanted to destroy it, he would have to pay the price of the power of his own blood. Destroy a weapon with one arm in exchange for a chance to get home.
A man who looked to be about forty years old stood on top of the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
He destroyed an arm and used the power of his blood as a guide to destroy a purple magic weapon!
The reason why the purple-grade magic weapon cannot be shaken now is because the two are of equal quality, and the person who controls this purple-grade magic weapon outside must have a cultivation level above An Zheng.
"Break it for me!"
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
Ning Muye watched An Zheng sit on the scale-like thing and leave quickly with complicated eyes.
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
This person is Gao Sacheng, the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. He hates An Zheng more than others. Because his surname is Gao, even though he was expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had to join the enemy camp and become the sixth head of Xiaoyu Tower. But after all, his surname is Gao, and the blood of the Gao family flows in his bones.
That's all An Zheng thought about.
His words were not loud, but every word reached An Zheng's ears clearly. An Zheng became more and more irritable and crazy.
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
"You... are no longer human."
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
He looked towards Deyuelou and couldn't help but snorted: "Mr. Ning, it's a waste that we keep calling you sir. Why can't you even deal with such a young boy? It's really disappointing."
"Break it for me!"
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
"Don't block my way home."
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
Goldman Sachs stood on the big seal and looked down: "I will turn you into a fan and send you to hell. Let the Gao family in hell continue to fight with you."
An Zheng stretched out one hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm exploded instantly.
The large seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. Under the huge force, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no corpse left, and even the flesh and blood would not be intact.
The large seal is more than ten meters long and weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. Under the huge force, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no corpse left, and even the flesh and blood would not be intact.
Under the huge power, the eight holy fish scales in front of An Zheng were blown back and hit An Zheng heavily. In just an instant, an unknown number of ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
"In today's society, people's minds are impetuous. Drinking tea has become more and more utilitarian. I just choose some good tea and just brew it with water. I don't know how to calm down. Tea needs to be boiled to make it worthy of tea. Heart is important. Only when you are quiet can you be worthy of drinking tea.”
"You... are no longer human."
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
Nature is far more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans. Those flowers, plants and trees felt the destruction of the purple-grade artifact and died. The half-cut sword spun out from the gap and hit the ground with a pop. The other half was blown to pieces with nothing left.
Ning Muye looked up at An Zheng, who was still tearing down the building.
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. While he was attacking like crazy, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye was too smart. He was trying to make An Zheng confused. The more confused An Zheng was, the more helpless he was.
"Don't block my way home."
The scales of the holy fish flew close to several sides with An Zheng. An Zheng saw the half-cut sword stuck on the ground in the distance and grabbed it. The sword has become dull. It seems that such a dull sword is really dull.
Under the shattered ruins of Deyue Tower, Ning Muye struggled out of the broken wood and debris in embarrassment. He looked down and saw that there was no wound on his body. Blood seeped out quickly, and there was no telling how many bones were broken, let alone how much flesh and blood was forcibly cut away by the agitating energy. He was downstairs, and he still had his own high-grade magic weapon to protect his body. He was only injured to the point of being injured. You can imagine how badly An Zheng was injured.
The Nine Nether Demonic Bell crashed out from below, directly smashing the large seal that was the pinnacle red magic weapon. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the big seal, was knocked out and a big hole opened in the air, bleeding profusely.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
An Zheng, half of his shoulders slumped, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
With a sound, An Zheng vomited a large mouthful of blood, and there was even some minced meat in the blood.
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
This was definitely not a curse word. Even Ning Muye himself didn't know what he thought of An Zheng when he said this sentence. Awe or hatred.
"Don't block my way home."
"Don't block my way home."
Ning Muye looked more and more calm. He stood up, found a copper kettle, boiled water, and then made tea.
Almost half of An Zheng's body was out of control, and his neck was tilted to one side. One eye was completely covered with blood and he couldn't see the way forward clearly. Blood was pouring from his ears, nose, and mouth. The originally clean and sunny face was now covered in blood. He could barely keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.
"You really impressed me. You actually didn't mean to take action against me from the beginning to the end."
The brilliance on the blood bead bracelet flickered, but the purple-grade magic weapon sealed the entire Deyue Tower, so An Zheng had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father or regain his part of the power of cultivation.
He pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish took him flying towards Tianqi Sect again. The Nine Nether Devil Bell rose from the ground and crushed Gao Shengzai's body as it swept across the ground. Goldman wanted to hide but couldn't. He watched helplessly as the tower-like bell crushed over him.
The purple magic weapon was destroyed.
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
Ning Muye was spinning two walnuts in his hand, which looked very plump. Although the light in the room was dark, the light emitted from the two walnuts was still very clear. Watching An Zheng slashing at the net outside with sword after sword, Ning Muye's expression became more and more happy.
This method is so ruthless and decisive, so no room is left. But An Zheng didn't waste any time and made the decision the moment the idea came to his mind. He concentrated all his cultivation power on the Anran Sword, and then thrust the Anran Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid of the big net. Then An Zheng quickly retreated, and while retreating, he summoned all eight holy fish scales, forming a thick and strong shield in front of him.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
An Zheng's back hit the other side of Deyue Tower, and his spine was crooked. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Fish Scales, An Zheng's physical body would be shattered by the explosion of the purple-grade artifact in an instant.
Almost half of An Zheng's body was out of control, and his neck was tilted to one side. One eye was completely covered with blood and he couldn't see the way forward clearly. Blood was pouring from his ears, nose, and mouth. The originally clean and sunny face was now covered in blood. He could barely keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.
"When I was expelled from the Gao family, I vowed to kill everyone in the Gao family with my own hands. But it was me who killed them, not others. Even though I hate them to death, I don't allow others to kill them."
The Nine Nether Demonic Bell crashed out from below, directly smashing the large seal that was the pinnacle red magic weapon. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the big seal, was knocked out and a big hole opened in the air, bleeding profusely.
boom!
Countless Xiaoyulou killers appeared on the surrounding houses, and their arrows were so dense that they poured down like a heavy rain. An Zheng raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Nether Demonic Bells were like nine rotating pagodas. Sound waves rippled out in all directions. The killers of Xiaoyu Tower on the roof were instantly shaken into a rain of flesh by the sound waves. . Amidst the spilled blood, An Zheng rode the scales of the holy fish and returned towards Tianqi Sect.
Sad sword.
Bang!
boom!
He pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish took him flying towards Tianqi Sect again. The Nine Nether Devil Bell rose from the ground and crushed Gao Shengzai's body as it swept across the ground. Goldman wanted to hide but couldn't. He watched helplessly as the tower-like bell crushed over him.
An Zheng was thinking in his mind that the Anran Sword was one of the supreme magic weapons of Tianhao Palace, but after all, this sword was the sword of the original Tantai Palace Master. The technique practiced by the woman was different from An Zheng's, so An Zheng was unable to exert the full strength of Anran Sword. As for the sword intention sealed in the Anran Sword by the Tantai Palace Master, An Zheng had used it several times, and its power was no longer as powerful as it was originally.
As soon as he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly broke.
Bang!
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. While he was attacking like crazy, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him. Ning Muye was too smart. He was trying to make An Zheng confused. The more confused An Zheng was, the more helpless he was.