Chapter 1239

Ning Cheng's slaughtering force from this shot was enormous and majestic. He always felt that no matter how strong Ning Cheng was, he was nothing but a Primordial Saint Emperor's Wei Sheng Hao's complexion changed. If he used a gun, he would never be able to display such terrifying power.

Also, Mo Ge, the main hall master who didn't see a primitive person in Ningcheng District in his eyes, could no longer sit on the chariot after Ning Cheng's shot was fired. With Ning Cheng's shot, he knew that Ning Cheng's strength far exceeded his estimation.

The reason why he was too lazy to get up from sitting in the chariot before was because Ning Cheng was only a Primordial Saint Emperor, and the old gas was just a combination. As for Yin Xingwen, he was sure that the other party would not dare and would not attack him. Taixuan Taoist and Yaohua Taoist? Hehe, is it possible to have more people in the battle of the strong?

As Mo Ge rushed out of the carriage, he shouted sharply, "Li Li, take away the primordial spirit of that woman who transforms into Dao, and don't need her body."

At the same moment, in addition to him, more than 20 women on the chariot also shot out, like flying flowers, flying in the air.

Although the long skirts of these women danced in the air, revealing a more seductive scene, no one below paid attention to these women. All the powerhouses retreated one after another, focusing on the confrontation between Ning Cheng and Mo Ge.

After hearing Mo Ge's words, the Sixth Hall Master He Shanli snorted, "Several sisters help me stop that old Shi Ding, I'll go catch the soul."

While speaking, He Shanli rushed towards An Yi.

"Boom, kaka..." Ning Cheng's good fortune spear and Mo Ge's chariot slammed together, rolling up the broken Dao rhyme rules.

At this moment, some cracks appeared in the area where Ning Cheng was rarely torn apart, and the layers of isolation on the outside of Moge's carriage were even torn apart by Ning Cheng.

In the first meeting, neither of them did their best. Although Ning Cheng had a slight upper hand, after a crack appeared in his domain, it immediately spread to An Yi.

An Yi only has the ability to transform Dao, and at this moment there is no support from Ning Cheng. Under the pressure of the powerhouse, she could not even move.

A deadly killing intent enveloped her head, and her face turned pale. He could only watch He Shanli directly extract her Primordial Spirit. At this moment, the old gas was stopped by the other four seven temple masters, and he couldn't clone at all.

Ning Cheng's eyes were splitting. He couldn't care about Mo Ge any longer. Wuji Qinglei City was sacrificed, and at the same time, his whole person and the divine spear of good fortune were blasted towards He Shanli.

"Pfft..." Before He Shanli's handprint reached the top of her head, An Yi had already spewed out a mouthful of blood essence, and her primordial spirit was about to be pulled out abruptly.

"Frozen..." Ning Cheng's Dao rhythm with red eyes rolled wildly, and the surrounding regular aura became violent as his Dao rhyme changed.

"Ka" At the same time that He Shanli was about to capture An Yiyuanshen, an ice cage-like space locked her, making her Dao rhythm breath unable to enter an inch.

"Crack it open for me..." He Shanli was naturally unwilling to be locked by a magical power, and the rhythm around her also burst out. The frozen space that locked her was cracked inch by inch.

Mo Ge's face was ashen with anger, he never imagined that when facing him, Ning Cheng would dare to turn around and attack his woman.

"The sky is falling..." Mo Ge also stepped forward, and the beautiful chariot under him turned into a sky at this moment. This side of the sky completely shrouded Ning Cheng and pressed it directly towards Ning Cheng. It was as if the whole sky had fallen down, and no force could stop it.

At the moment when the chariot was pressed down, the rules of heaven and earth were shattered, and Ning Cheng's domain was directly torn apart. This is not a supernatural power, but it is more direct than Ning Cheng's supernatural power. Any broken magic power, under this kind of forcibly rolling over the chariot. Also a cloud.

Not only did Yin Xingwen look ugly, but even Yaohua Daoting and Taixuan Daoting Daojun, who were about to fall out with the Seven Gods Temple, also looked ugly.

Once this terrifying supernatural power is suppressed. Even if it is thousands of Taoist army, I am afraid it is not enough.

"Boom, click..."

The violent and majestic sky collapsed and the chariot slammed on the Wuji Qinglei City in Ningcheng.

After a few cracks appeared, he directly retreated into Ning Cheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Pfft..." The bones around Ning Cheng's body were shattered inch by inch, cracks all over his body, and blood stains were blurred.

Even so, Ning Cheng didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​turning back and resisting Mo Ge. The magic spear still rolled up the sky with killing intent and blasted into the already cracked frozen space.

A shrill cry rang out. Ning Cheng's good fortune spear suddenly stopped.

Time and space stopped at this moment, and everyone's breathing stopped at this moment.

Mo Ge even looked at Ning Cheng's spear in disbelief. There was a woman on Ning Cheng's spear, who was just about to kill An Yi and take away An Yi's spirit, He Shanli.

Enough time has passed. Mo Ge suddenly burst into tears and screamed, "You dare to kill my Lili... I want to swallow your flesh, drink your blood, and burn your soul for hundreds of millions of years..."

The divine fortune spear in Ning Cheng's hand suddenly trembled, and the spear's head was like air, disappearing into the entire space, and his soul was completely destroyed.

Ning Cheng raised his hand and swallowed a few pills. Mo Ge's injury seemed to be more terrifying than the one caught by the giant hand in the void. In fact, the damage to him was far less than that of the previous blow from the void.

"Kakaka..." Almost in an instant, Ning Cheng's bones were reorganized, and his injuries were 90% better. The strength of the body refining is vividly reflected at this moment.

An Yi Yuanshen returned to his place, and his body was also relaxed. She knew that staying in front was causing trouble to Ning Cheng, so she quickly retreated.

"Are you a practitioner of the True Holy Body?" Mo Ge saw that Ning Cheng had recovered from his injuries in a short period of time. Instead, he put away his upcoming movements, and his whole body calmed down, with a cold glow in his eyes. Staring at Ning Cheng.

Ning Cheng ignored Mo Ge, he looked at the old gas, and the old gas fell behind in a pair of four. If it weren't for his Qiankun Temple, I'm afraid the old gas would have already lost and fled.

"Ning Dao-Jun, even if you go to deal with Mo Ge, I will help Holy Emperor Pingding..." Gu Ruoxi, who was hesitant at first, stood up firmly after seeing Ning Cheng beheading the Sixth Hall Master.

The Seven Temples are very mysterious, but this kind of mystery is only relative to ordinary people. For some powerhouses, it is not that they are completely ignorant of the Seven Temples. Mo Ge, the main hall master, almost fell in love with the other six hall masters.

Now that Ning Cheng killed the Sixth Hall Master, this matter could not be reconciled. Once Ning Cheng lost. Then she Yaohua Taoting will face the endless revenge of the Seven Gods Temple. Instead of waiting to fight with the Seven Gods Temple in the future, it is better to take action now. Now shoot, who wins or loses. Don't know yet.

"And I'm Wusun Youxin." A tall man standing behind Jie Xinshui stood up, also a strong fellow.

Xie Xinshui said to Ning Cheng. "Senior Wusun is the guardian of my Taixuan Dao Court, Ning Daojun, this time we will advance and retreat together."

He and Gu Ruoxi thought the same, if there are no dead people, this matter can be discussed. Now that the Sixth Hall Master was beheaded by Ning Cheng, this matter has long since become a dead end.

Ning Cheng nodded, he didn't need to say anything to the old gas at all. Since he killed the Sixth Hall Master, he will fight again later. The old gas will definitely be a killer. This kind of ancient powerhouse, let alone killing a few temple masters, even if he killed the Seven Temples, he would not frown.

Mo Ge stared at Ning Cheng with a gloomy face, "Even if I can't kill you today, I will let you know the fate of offending my Seven Gods Temple. I will let all those who know you suffer their souls one by one before they die. I'll let you always remember that no matter how strong you are, there are some people you can't move..."

Mo Ge's anger disappeared, calm and terrible. The chariot at the foot of the car suddenly split apart, turning into a colorful faint pattern. Breathing time, the weak Dao pattern completely enveloped the space where he and Ning Cheng were. formed a world.

"Create a world?" Ning Cheng exclaimed in shock after feeling that his consciousness and eyes were directly blocked. This is not space control, this is world control.

No, Ning Cheng quickly understood that Mo Ge had not yet reached the realm of creation, this was just a world simulated by the magic weapon of the chariot.

The divine fortune spear was brought out again, and Ning Cheng was horrified to find that his divine fortune spear couldn't turn this side's killing force, and everything here was not his. Several time wheels blasted out, only to bring back a few dull sounds, and then like mud into the sea.

What kind of magic is this? Ning Cheng just thought of this. A crisis of death seeps into his consciousness.

Ning Cheng's figure flickered slightly, with a 'puff' sound. A blade flashed from his waist, almost tearing his clothes.

Ning Cheng's heart sank. A blade of light still can't make him in danger of death. The only possibility is that this blade of light contains terrifying magical powers or vicious poison.

The surrounding realm seems to be getting more and more solid and darker. Although he couldn't see where Mo Ge was, Ning Cheng was sure that Mo Ge was staring at him like a poisonous snake not far from him.

This chariot is a treasure that can simulate the supernatural power of creating the world. Ning Cheng also calmed down in his heart. He didn't even go looking for Mo Ge, but raised his hand and waved a supernatural power.

Seeing that Mo Ge has a sincere love for his Taoist companions, as long as this guy hides aside, Mo Xiangyi's supernatural powers can find him.

Mo Xiangyi is a magical power of artistic conception and Taoism. At this time, Ning Cheng's Taoist rhythm is solid, and when Mo Xiangyi displays it, the effect of creating the world is not weaker than that of the chariot.

"Mo Xiangyi, the yellow sand rises... There are thin horses on the West Wind Ancient Road, and Xiangyi is full of tears..."

The yellow sand suddenly rolled up in the gray space, and the yellow sand changed from weak to strong, and finally formed a series of yellow sand ripples, and a long ancient road slowly appeared in the yellow sand.

Ning Cheng suddenly grabbed a bucket of Mo Xiangyi wine and drank it in a few mouthfuls. Mo Xiangyi's Dao rhyme is getting stronger and stronger, and the ancient road under the yellow sand is getting more and more vicissitudes.

But there was no one on the ancient road, Mo Ge seemed to have disappeared, and Ning Cheng realized an even more violent death intent.

This time, Ning Cheng didn't specifically try to avoid the murderous intention, but grabbed the wine jar and stepped out diagonally, singing loudly, "Xuanhuang rises, like duckweed for hundreds of millions of miles, looking down at the vast starry sky, how many swords and swords, life and death are all at stake. In the first line...cross the void to see fortune, where can I get eternal life..."

The singing is hoarse and hoarse, with a hint of alcohol.

(The last song is the beginning of the theme song of the Gate of Creation. The lyrics of the theme song of the Gate of Creation are written by Lao Wu, and they are already composing the music. Once it is finished, Lao Wu will put it in the public prestige for the first time, so that I can be great fortune. Daoists feel the vicissitudes of the vast starry sky. The public prestige of the fifth is wslw26, or search 'goose is the fifth'.)

......(To be continued)