Ning Fengzhi thought for a while and said to the elder who was also a little dazed: "That's right, open the entire sect projection and project the picture over there, so that we can see what certainty our future sect leader is."

Projection of the entire sect, the magical soul guide left by Ning Ye.

As long as someone stands on the scene with a communication bead, the picture can be projected and the scope can be expanded so that more people can see it.

And they were not without people in the Wuhun Hall.

The elder nodded and immediately ran out the door.

But this time, there was no longer the panic in my eyes, but a little excitement.

Their young sect leader is powerful and may really make something happen in the Spirit Hall. He wants to project the picture over there as soon as possible.

Soon, looking at the light curtain that suddenly lit up in the sect, everyone stopped their hands, with a deep look of doubt in their eyes.

When the light curtain flashed a few times, a picture projected out.

A thin old man stood in front of Ning Ye and laughed strangely: "Little baby, I didn't expect you to have such strength. But if you dare to insult the Spirit Hall, you should die here."

Looking at the nine rhythmic soul rings of the thin old man's body, the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect who were watching this picture were shocked.

"Is this Ning Ye?"

"Isn't this the Spirit Hall? Ning Ye actually went to the Spirit Hall."

"I'm not counting wrongly, Jiuhuan, this is the titled Douluo."

"Why didn't the sect leader quickly ask the two masters Jianbing to save the person, and projected it out. Could it be that he abandoned Ning Ye? He warned us with Ning Ye's death."

"Don't talk nonsense, how could the sect leader do such a thing? Ning Ye is our young sect leader. The projection of the sect leader must have profound meanings this time, so we can just watch it."

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the sect, but his eyes were not slacking off at all, staring at the projection tightly.

Feeling the huge lightning rushing in front of him, Ning Ye smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Just want me to die?"

In this world, perhaps someone in the divine world can suppress him, but it is impossible for someone to hurt him in the thunder at all.

With a thought, the lightning that rushed towards Ning Ye quickly stagnated, and then turned around under the shocked eyes of everyone, and returned again at twice the speed of rushing.

The thin old man looked shocked. How could the soul skill he used turn around to deal with him?

I was full of doubts, but my figure had already flashed, trying to avoid this lightning.

This lightning was burst out by him using his eighth soul skill, and it was difficult for him to resist even himself.

"Swish!"

The lightning flashed by, and the thin old man had a slight smile on his face.

Although I don’t know how that kid changed his soul skills, he was just a boy who didn’t know how to control it. How could this powerful lightning hurt him?

"Be careful, elder."

Listening to the shouts of everyone below, the thin old man was stunned.

careful?

What should you be careful about?

Just when he looked at Ning Ye and thought Ning Ye was going to launch another attack.

In an instant, the hair stood up, and a terrible feeling of death wrapped around him.

Without any hesitation, the seventh black halo on his body lit up, and a black light flashed, covering his body, and then the thin body seemed to be lengthened.

The smooth skin under the original martial soul possessed slowly grew faint purple scales, accompanied by dense black spots. Two long beards floated on his face, and they looked like a special electric eel.

"Sher!"

The lightning flashed, and the old man's figure was instantly covered by the huge electric ball behind him, making constant spikes.

Seeing the electric eel trembling constantly by its own electric ball, Ning Ye shook his head lightly: "It's too weak."

Although the power of this move of lightning is strong at the level of title-sealed Douluo, for him, it is still like a toy, controlling it at will, wanting to become stronger and stronger, and wanting to change directions.

"Forget it, I won't play."

Ning Ye's eyes swept to a place, where he felt a little special power, and two slightly stronger people.

With a finger, a dark cloud instantly condensed in the sky, covering the entire Wuhun City.

The people in the Spirit Hall below looked at the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun, and the thunder that kept flashing, which seemed to be able to destroy everything, and a deep look of fear arose in their hearts.

The faces of several platinum bishops and elders who were left in the Spirit Hall changed, and they burst out from various buildings, looked at each other, and a powerful aura erupted out.

In an instant, the entire Wuhun City was covered with strong soul power fluctuations, and the light shining from the soul rings illuminated some of the Martial Soul City, which became a little dark due to the loss of sunlight.

Without any hesitation, the seventh halo on many Contras and the titled Douluo lit up. They transformed into various strange martial souls, with a solemn expression, and rushed towards Ning Ye quickly. The rhythmic halo on his body continued to shine.

In an instant, Ning Ye felt that his body was firmly imprisoned by various forces, and powerful forces rushed towards him, completely covering him.

Seeing the many elders appear, Ning Ye's body, who was originally arrogant and invincible, was covered by many attacks, and it seemed that his corpse was gone.

The disciples of the Martial Soul Hall who were already scared below showed joy and endless pride in their hearts.

This is the Martial Spirit Hall!

The number one force in the mainland, no matter who dares to provoke, he will die!

The projection suddenly broke, but the Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect members kept the last picture in mind and their faces were dull.

In the room, Ning Rongrong, Shui Binger and others who were watching the projection were full of pain.

I can't believe this fact.

"Swish!"

The door of the room was hit by soul power, and Ning Rongrong's body rushed towards the hall, with a strong sense of hatred surging in his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi and the other two in the hall were already gloomy as black charcoal.

A powerful aura erupted from the sword bone Douluo, and his figures flashed, and the figures of both disappeared in front of Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Jianbiao Douluo with a calm expression. He knew that the two old men value Ning Ye, and he also knew that if only the two old men had gone there, he might not be able to come back this time.

But he didn't stop him, but just stood up and worshiped Sword Bone Douluo, and his soul power exploded.

The auxiliary system originally had no combat power, but the soul power directly shattered the sect master chair below.

"Click click."

When the sect leader's chair was broken, the seven-treasure glass tower behind him was engraved, and the wall symbolizing the martial soul of the sect instantly cracked, and a pitch-black gate appeared in front of Ning Fengzhi.

In the middle of the gate, a light and shadow appeared, a phantom of Ning Ye with a dull complexion was cast, and a mechanical voice came.

"Drip, dual facial recognition is being carried out."

"Identification is successful, welcome, my teacher, what instructions do you have? Do you need to open the treasure house door?"

Seeing that this was exactly the same as Ning Ye, but without any emotional projection, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with endless hatred.
Chapter completed!