The lonely old man and others were silent.【】

Inside the black stone tower, things were turning upside down. Ye Ning breathed in the spiritual energy, and the spiritual power in his body continued to rise towards the commanding heights. Nine million crystals! Nine million one hundred thousand crystals! Nine million two hundred thousand... Nine million nine million!

It seems that it has reached a critical point. Although the spiritual energy in the secret room is so rich that it can invade the body without breathing, the spiritual power in Ye Ning's body has stagnated at 9.9 million crystals and can no longer advance! Ye Ning shouted loudly -

- Take it in! There was a loud crackling sound all around, and every pore in his body was opened, trying desperately to absorb it!

boom--

9.99 million crystals!

Ye Ning's spiritual power stays above this extreme point. Ten million crystals is the early stage of sainthood, and Ye Ning is only one crystal away from it! The "Disillusionment Technique" he practiced has played a huge role, and his whole body's spiritual power is that of an ordinary large amount.

Nine times that! It can be said that as long as Ye Ning successfully survives the catastrophe, the entire You Kingdom will be his world.

If the saint does not come out, who can compete with him?!

The spiritual power has just reached 9.9 million crystals, as if it has touched the reverse scale of heaven, and the disaster will come immediately!

Ye Ning let out a "whoop" and escaped from the black stone tower. He was going to face the disaster coming from heaven under the vast starry sky. The disaster of the great masters was no small matter. If Ye Ning had been hiding in the black stone tower, obsidian would be hard.

Incomparable, it will turn into nothingness under the power of heavenly calamity.

As soon as Ye Ning showed his head, the entire top of the Phantom Mirage Mountain instantly gathered an endless layer of black clouds. In the middle of the clouds, there was a silvery light that was clearly lightning bolts!

clap--

The first thunderbolt struck Ye Ning directly.

Although the power of thunder and lightning is great, after all, it is just an appetizer for a trial, and it can only be regarded as an appetizer for the catastrophe. A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Ning's mouth, the Divine Conferring Pen rose into the sky, and wrote a big word "San". Suddenly, as if speaking,

As soon as the method was released, the menacing thunder and lightning disappeared on the top of the mountain in an instant!

What surprised everyone even more was that the shining golden word "San" rushed directly into the clouds. The dark clouds immediately dispersed, the thunder disappeared, and the whole world returned to calm and sunny weather.

Looking at Ye Ning who was so rested, Xu Ming and others opened their mouths. Is this still a tribulation?

In fact, Ye Ning was also a little surprised. During the ten years of seclusion, he continued to refine the Divine Conferring Brush and engraved countless magic circles. The Divine Conferring Brush was without any surprise promoted to a top-grade holy weapon. He never expected that the Conferred God Brush would become a top-grade sacred weapon after his promotion.

The power of the pen can reach such an extent!

However, he did not relax his vigilance. He knew that the disaster of the great master would never be that simple.

In fact, the lonely old man did not relax. Instead, he frowned. He stopped everyone from coming forward to greet Ye Ning. Instead, he asked them to retreat a hundred feet away from the black stone tower, and immediately deployed a series of defenses to firmly protect the sect's buildings.

live.

quiet!

God seems to be gathering strength to give Ye Ning the strongest blow.

After a while, waves of sounds that seemed to come from hell swept over. The bright sky dimmed again, and the entire Phantom Mountain seemed to become colder. Then, everyone saw wisps of yellow hurricanes blowing towards Ye Ning! That wind

, it can’t be said to have any power, but it makes people dare not face it and makes them fearful.

The face of the lonely old man changed drastically and he shouted: "Everyone, retreat quickly! This is a disaster of wind and fire!"

The elders hurriedly retreated a hundred miles, and the disciples of the sect were directly moved to the most remote part of Fantasy Mirage Mountain by the elders' force. If the seemingly inconspicuous wind blew on the disciples, it would directly
Chapter completed!