Fantasy: Life Simulator, Ten Years to Become an Immortal Emperor

Hua Manzhi collapsed to the ground, her beautiful eyes were complicated, intertwined with fear, despair, unwillingness, confusion and so on.

She could never have imagined that the master who was like a god in her heart would have no power to fight back in front of Ning Ze.

The figure of that majestic shore is like a majestic peak that can never be crossed, towering in the sky.

As if to confirm that in the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks are not hidden

The body of the way reversed the three slashes

Contemporary invincibility

Deserved

Thousands of thoughts spilled around, and Hua Manzhi looked at Yu Ying in the pool of blood and smiled miserably.

And Yu Ying's eyes are still without joy or sorrow, gray and empty, as if this emotion is a luxury that is difficult to have, untouchable, but I don't know when the corners of my eyes inexplicably left some tears.

Before she was about to die, she suddenly remembered the person she had killed by her own hands a thousand years ago—her beloved.

But she still didn't feel any sadness, and that emotion had long been replaced by her power over ordinary people.

Pathetic, lamentable, not pitiful.

Ning Ze looked grim, stood quietly in place, and casually threw out two golden rays of light, penetrating Hua Manzhi and Yu Ying's Yuan Shen, and the two masters and apprentices were destroyed

At this time, many disciples of the Hehuan Sect were attracted by this shocking battle, and the crowd on the bluestone square was crowded, looking at the white-clothed figure with a terrified and terrified expression.

Ning Ze's figure slowly rose above the sky, overlooking the creatures of the world like a god.

Suddenly, he spread his palm flat, and a small ball of lightning containing extremely violent energy flew out.

Ning Ze didn't even look at it, turned around and flew towards the distance

Not long after, there was an earth-shaking thunderous noise behind him.

The second-rate sect of Youzhou, the Hehuan Sect collapsed

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A few days later.

Ziyang Sect.

All the peak lords in the Sect Master Hall were sitting in front of each other, all looking nervously at the black-robed old man below.

The black-robed old man's body was thin and thin, his qi and blood were withered, the years were late, and the wind and candles were still old, but he was just two deeply sunken eyes, occasionally flashing dazzling essence.

He took a sip of tea and let out a thick, hoarse and ugly voice.

"The old man came this time for only one thing."

"The Array of the Second Grade Spiritual Vein"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked, and looked at the black-robed old man angrily.

That second-grade spiritual vein was the news that their young sect master of the Purple Yang Sect had brought back with jade Jian, and it took countless manpower and material resources to find it.

Now that it had only been a few days since mining, this man came to open his mouth to ask for it

It's simply arrogant

Ziyang Zhenren's face sank when he heard this, and his voice said coldly: "Your Excellency, isn't it good to cheat me when the Ziyang Sect?"

The black-robed old man sneered, and his gaze swept over everyone like a poisonous snake.

"Jiao, two of your Purple Yang Sect and eight Nirvana, it's really a bit tricky..."

"But the old man's life is coming, and he is not afraid of death, he just wants to leave something for the sect before he dies, and you must not refute the old man's last wish..."

The lord of the peaks looked gloomy, and there was a little jealousy in his eyes.

A fool can hear the threat in his words, but if a cultivator of the Dao Slashing Realm is bent on dying and blows himself up the Dao, I am afraid that few people present will survive.

Tianfeng Peak Lord Tian Chi sneered, and transmitted a voice towards Ziyang Zhenren: "Sect Master, an old immortal slashing path, I am afraid that he will do something, it is a big deal that I will also go to his sect to blow up the avenue and let his juniors accompany him."

Ziyang Zhenren glanced at him after receiving the transmission, did not reply, his gaze swept over the peak lords present, and his face was full of hesitation.

The second-grade spiritual vein is the foundation of the sect, and mining for decades will definitely be able to increase the strength of the low-level disciples by several steps. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

However, all the peak lords present were all close friends who had been born and died together for many years, how could they bear to send someone to intercept the slashing path and step into that mortal situation.

For a while, Ziyang Zhenren was in a dilemma, and his heart was full of anger.

Seeing him hesitate, the black-robed old man thought that there was a drama, and immediately showed impatience on his face, and said in a loud voice: "Hao Cang, give a word, the old man is running out of time"

The last few words were noticeably heavier, and the threat in his words was even stronger.

Ziyang Zhenren took a deep look at him, and immediately no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth sharply, and took out the array plate of the second-grade spiritual vein from the storage bag, just when he was about to throw it away.

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded from above the void

"Since time is running out, do you need me to give you a ride?"

When the words fell, the peak lords and the Ziyang Zhenren suddenly raised their heads, their eyes were first puzzled, and then their pupils suddenly shrank

"That was..."

"Young Sect Master"

"Apprentice"

When everyone saw that handsome and enchanting face, they didn't dare to recognize it for a while, and after pondering for a while, they found that the breath was very familiar, and it was the disciple who went to Zhongzhou, Ning Ze

Ning Ze grinned, looking at the familiar sect elders with a sense of kindness.

The black-robed old man was shocked in his heart and quickly calmed down, how this person appeared, he didn't notice it at all, it was very strange.

Immediately, he looked towards Ning Ze, his cloudy eyes narrowed, and he scoffed: "Hao Cang, is this your high apprentice, why is it so big and small, and this is also a place where juniors can speak?"

"It's better for the old man to help you teach"

Ziyang Zhen's face changed, and he hurriedly transmitted a voice towards Ning Ze: "Apprentice, you first go to wait outside the hall, and then go to you after the master has dealt with this matter."

He naturally didn't want his apprentice to see such a scene just after he returned, otherwise his face as a master would not exist.

Immediately, Ziyang Zhenzhen forced a smile on his face, and just when he was about to bow to the black-robed old man to apologize, he suddenly found that his body couldn't bend down no matter what

It was as if entrusted by an extremely mysterious force

"Huh, teach me?"

"What are you, a checkmate." The corner of Ning Ze's mouth lifted a mocking arc, and his big hand suddenly grabbed the black-robed old man into the void

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The black-robed old man's face changed wildly, and he suddenly felt a terrifying invisible strange force strangled his throat, slowly raising his thin and withered body.

Ning Ze spread his arms, leaned out his divine thoughts and looked at him, and said to himself with some doubts in his eyes: "It is obviously the Great Perfection of the Wood Avenue, why is it so weak?"

After thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up.

"Oh, it turned out to be the Broken Avenue for Shouyuan."

"Then you're pretty afraid of death, old man... B".