In the Dragon Palace, the disciples of Tianmo Dao, Yuxian Dao, Worshiping Moon Gate, Fangxian Dao, and Hehuan Dao have retreated.

Only Xuan Xindao and some casual cultivators are still fighting, and the treasures of the Dragon Palace have been taken away. The strength of the Shui tribe in the Dongting Dragon Palace is too low. Although they rely on the advantage of location and numbers, they can only protect themselves and cannot guard the treasures of the Dragon Palace.

Colorful corals, thousand-year-old pearls...

Each piece of treasure made many monks' eyes turn red. These treasures, which are extremely precious on land, can be seen everywhere in the Dragon Palace.

Boom boom...

Two bodies exploded in mid-air, with blood splattering everywhere. Ning Wuque carried a spear and killed them all the way from Lingxu Hall, leaving corpses on the ground.

"Who are you, and when did Xuan Xindao provoke you?"

The disciples of Xuanxin Dao were retreating, with panic in their eyes. They did not know Ning Wuque. These were only disciples of the outer sect. Within the sect, only the disciples of the elders and masters were the inner sect disciples and could be cultivated.

, they have no access to many secrets.

"Don't know me?"

Ning Wuque laughed, his eyes red, and the memory of Le Gucheng before his death remained in his mind.

In order to search for himself, Xuan Xindao found Ningjia Village. More than 200 people in Ningjia Village, old and young, were killed without leaving a trace. These people were the ones who did it, and their hands were stained with blood.

"Listen clearly, I am Ning Wuque. Was it you who killed the old village chief?"

Ning Wuque looked at the speaker. In his memory, the old village chief was killed at the entrance of the village, and a flying sword nailed him to the willow tree at the entrance of the village.

"Ning Wuque?"

The expressions of all the Xuanxin Dao disciples all changed, and the disciple who just spoke had a light in his eyes, "You are Ning Wuque, come on, come on, come on, Senior Brother Le will be here soon!"

After hearing this, all the disciples became energetic, brandished their weapons, and charged forward to fight.

"Sword of Black Ice!"

The disciple who was speaking was murmuring something in his mouth, and as strong vitality rippled in front of him, a cold ice sword slowly emerged, and under the command of the disciple, it stabbed towards Ning Wuque.

"All deserve to die!"

Ning Wuque's heart was so angry that he wanted to burst his chest, but there was no trace of intolerance in his heart. A bright silver divine light rushed out of his body, like a burning flame, filled with murderous intent. His eyes were cold, and the spear slashed diagonally, slashing down fiercely, a silver divine light, like

The long knife that cut through the sky swept across.

Puff puff puff...

Before Xuan Xindao's disciples could rush to Ning Wuque, seven or eight of them had already been cut in half by the silver divine light. The sharpness was so sharp that they couldn't resist it even with the use of body-protecting aura.

Brush... The long sword formed by Xuan Bing was extremely cold. Under the command of the disciple, it stabbed straight towards Ning Wuque's throat. Ning Wuque's left fist was wrapped in silver light and hit the sword of Xuan Bing with a bang.

, the black ice cracked and shattered inch by inch.

"puff……"

The sword of Xuan Bing shattered, and the disciple spurted out a mouthful of blood, with shock in his eyes. The monk used Taoism. If he wanted to give Taoism spirituality, he had to refine the soul into Taoism, just like refining a magic weapon.

, if the Taoist law is broken, the soul will also be damaged. In just one move, he was seriously injured.

These disciples of Xuanxin Dao are only in the middle stage of Qi Refining. How can they be the enemy of Ning Wuque after his transformation?

The gun glow was like the kiss of death harvesting life. Once the gun was thrust out, a monk must have been killed. In just a moment, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground. Ning Wuque dragged the spear and looked at the injured disciple.

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"Don't come over, don't come over..."

The disciple kept retreating, his expression extremely frightened and embarrassed.

"How dare you kill my Xuanxin Dao disciple, you deserve to die!"

A deafening shout came from a distance, and then an old man in Taoist robes came through the air. Two sharp palm winds tore through the water waves, condensing the icy air, and the water waves condensed into two big ice crystal hands.

Shoot towards Ning Wuque.

"Elder, save me..."

The disciple shouted in surprise and flew back.

Ning Wuque's eyes were cold and he threw the silver spear in his hand like a javelin.

"puff……"

Feeling pain like tearing in his chest, the disciple looked down and saw a silver spear piercing his heart. The barrel of the gun shook and spit out two mouthfuls of blood. The disciple looked at the flying elder, moved his lips, and fell straight down.

"Devils and heretics deserve to die!"

Seeing his disciple die in front of him, the eyes of the old man in Dao Yi flashed with malice.

Two punches shattered the ice crystal palm. Ning Wuque looked at the old man and said in a cold tone, "You killed the teacher! Damn it!"

"Hahaha, yes, I was the one who killed that scholar. I crushed all his bones, forced him to reveal your whereabouts, shattered his heart, and crushed his head. You little beast, I didn't do that back then.

It’s time for you to be born and die!”

He opened his mouth and spat out a flying sword, which instantly transformed into a ten-meter giant sword and slashed at Ning Wuque. The sword energy surged, white light burst out, and it split the water waves with unparalleled power.

Ning Wuque did not retreat but instead advanced, his palms wrapped in bright silver light, flying in the air and slapping towards the giant sword.

"Seeking death!" Seeing Ning Wuque trying to catch his flying sword with his fleshy palm, the elder's eyes turned cold, and the flying sword speeded up in vain, like a ray of light.

Dangdang...

The silver palm slapped the flying sword, making a sound of gold and iron clashing. The silver glow blocked the falling flying sword. Ning Wuque's eyes were cold, his long hair was flying, and he roared, holding the giant sword,

With a strong force, the flying sword flew backwards.

"What a terrifying body. Even your father didn't have such a terrifying body back then!"

With a vicious look in his eyes, the old Taoist snorted coldly. The flying sword flew backwards and landed in his hand, turning into the size of an ordinary long sword with bright white light. "It doesn't matter if you are physically strong, you will die today!"

Ning Wuque didn't say anything and stepped forward directly. Unbridled murderous intent surged towards the old Taoist priest. His body glowed with silver brilliance and he was covered in silver armor. He was like a vengeful god bathed in flames, with unparalleled power.

The old Taoist priest was very powerful. He slashed with his white sword, and the bright white light swept across. The sword was so sharp that it could cut through everything, not even the hard wall of the Dragon Palace.

Both are in the early stage of becoming gods, but the old Taoist priest is much stronger than Legu Cheng. He has already broken into the realm of becoming gods for many years and has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years.

Ning Wuque's figure transformed into phantoms, quickly approaching the old Taoist priest, avoiding the sword light.

Boom...

The sword light struck a rockery, rocks shattered, and rocks flew. The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, and Ning Wuque's figure surrounded him. He knew that these phantoms were real, and they were phantoms that appeared to a certain extent at a high speed.

Wolf demon cultivators have always been famous for their speed and agility. The old Taoist priest has also fought against wolf demons and is very aware of the terrifying speed of wolf demons.

Divine consciousness spread all around, and the old Taoist priest remained unchanged in response to all changes, watching coldly. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of the old Taoist priest's mouth. The next moment, the long sword slashed out diagonally, and the sword light was cold, instantly destroying seven or eight phantoms.

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"not good……"
Chapter completed!