Chapter 228 The Patriarch of Destruction of the World

Han Yu frowned, and persuaded again: "Miss Duanmu, you should go back! This is the main altar of the Demon Sect. Even if you escape the Iron Prison, you will not be able to escape the Nine Deaths Cliff. 【For more exciting novels, please visit】"

Han Yun possessed the sixth level of the refined realm, and could easily kill ten fighters who were at the third level of the refined realm.

Through the fight just now, Han Yun also saw that Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation base is strong, young talent, young supreme, can completely fight across realms.

It is also for this reason that once they fight, it is absolutely impossible for Han Yun to show mercy, otherwise, Ning Xiaochuan may not be able to stay. At that time, Duanmu Ling'er will inevitably be hurt.

That's why he persuaded Duanmu Ling'er to let her go back to Iron Prison by herself.

Duanmu Ling'er said: "Grandpa Han, can't you let us go?"

"Duty! Excuse me, miss."

Knowing that Duanmu Ling'er couldn't be persuaded, Han Yu released the profound energy in his body, condensed seventy-two profound energy swords outside his body, and arranged them into a sword formation.

The warriors in the Demon Sect Iron Prison also caught up and blocked Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Ling'er's retreat.

Ning Xiaochuan didn't talk so much nonsense, he stared in all directions, the Dragon Slaying Saber hovered above his head and on his arms, and scattered light spots, turning into hundreds of bright stars, crowding this space.

Among the stars, a round of silver moon flew out, bursting out with dazzling light, suspended in the void, and slashed towards Han Yu.

"call out!"

Each of the "stars" is a murderous weapon, a part of martial arts supernatural powers, which wounded many demon warriors, their bodies were pierced, and blood flowed out.

Many martial arts masters of the Demon Sect retreated and fell back to the ground.

Someone went to take back the Tianwending that had fallen to the bottom of the cliff, shot out this seventh-grade profound weapon again, flew into the air, and bombarded Ning Xiaochuan.

At the same time, Han Yu unleashed boundless sword energy, not beams of sword light, but a waterfall of sword energy, flying down from the sky.

The sword energy waterfall is so powerful that it shocks people's hearts. I don't know if there are thousands or tens of thousands of sword energy.

Facing the warriors in the sixth realm of vulgarity, Ning Xiaochuan couldn't have any reservations, thousands of lightning bolts emanated from his body,

The body becomes the source of lightning, covering it in all directions.

Ning Xiaochuan's body possesses the aura of Wuzun, just like the ancient god ape, his body soars up, wraps his body with electric light, and rushes into the sword energy waterfall.

After crossing the waterfall, he punched Han Yun with a punch.

"How brave! If you are not a court eagle dog, you are worthy of the third lady."

Although Han Yu admired Ning Xiaochuan, he couldn't change the antagonism between the two. He glared, his hair flew upside down, and with a wave of his arm, seventy-two war swords flew out, suppressing Ning Xiaochuan in the center of the sword array. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

"I'm broken!"

Ning Xiaochuan clasped his hands together, and a sharp sword light shot out from the gap between his hands, heading straight to the heavens.

With a huge destructive aura, Jianguang formed a terrifying scene of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and disillusioned stars in the sky, just like the scene of annihilation.

"World Extinguishing Sword Soul!"

The sword energy condensed in the sea of ​​clouds and turned into a phantom of a peerless female demon nine feet tall, with a slender figure and a coquettish face. She has a fairy face that can overwhelm a country and a city, but she exudes a thick demonic energy.

Her hair is as long as a thousand feet, like a magic chain, her eyes are squinting, as if she is looking at the sky, her body exudes a destructive aura, as if she wants to smash the sky.

This is the second move of "Mie Shi Jian Dao" - Mie Shi Sword Soul.

The sword soul, the phantom of the sword image manifested, is the patriarch of the way of destroying the world.

This patriarch has become a saint, a god, and has long since transcended this world. However, the aura she left in the world still exists, and the sword soul she left behind has been awakened by using the sword method of destroying the world.

When the sword soul is awakened, it has the power to slay gods and destroy dao.

Ning Xiaochuan slashed down with a sword, and the sword soul of the Patriarch Mieshidao made a huge handprint, smashing the sword formation composed of seventy-two swords.

"Boom!"

The handprint of the sword soul bombarded Han Yu's body, instantly breaking through Han Yun's protective Xuanhandel, shattering the iron scale wings on his back, and his body fell straight down.

Han Yun's face changed in shock, and he quickly took a Xuanwu Pill, forming a protective cover made of eggshells on the surface of his body, blocking the remaining power of the Exterminating Sword Soul.

"Boom!"

His body fell to the ground, smashing a big crater on the ground, under the tremendous gravity, his legs bent, and the bones in his body cracked, almost breaking. The viscera and internal organs were all shattered as if hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood spit out from the mouth.

"How can it be so strong?"

Han Yun couldn't believe that he was actually defeated by a martial artist who was three realms lower than himself. The huge aura just now made him unable to breathe.

Ning Xiaochuan did not expect that the "World Extinguishing Sword Soul" would be so powerful, it was simply an attack by mobilizing the power of heaven and earth.

To be precise, it is with the help of a sliver of power left in the world by the Patriarch Mieshidao. This power is so amazing that even the old masters of the Demon Sect feel urgently needed.

Ning Xiaochuan calmed down the devilish aura in his body, and stared coldly at those masters of the devil sect, and immediately scared dozens of masters of the devil sect back away.

Ning Xiaochuan spread out his wings of fury, and swooped down with Duanmu Ling'er on his back, about to escape from the Iron Prison of the Demon Gate.

"With our strength, we can't escape the Nine Deaths Cliff. Go to Tiandu Peak and find my father. Only then will we have a chance of survival." Duanmu Ling'er said.

Ning Xiaochuan looked at her with admiration. After experiencing the catastrophe of surviving a near-death, her IQ actually improved a lot.

Daoist Wusheng stood on a cliff with his hands behind his back, staring at Ning Xiaochuan who spread his wings and flew away.

Just now, Ning Xiaochuan cast "Mieshi Sword Soul", manifesting the virtual image of the sword soul of the Patriarch Mieshi Dao, causing strong fluctuations in the profound energy of heaven and earth. All of this was seen by him.

"Ning Xiaochuan hides a big secret."

As soon as Wusheng Daoist's body moved, he disappeared from the cliff, and the next moment, he stood in front of Ning Xiaochuan.

His body exuded powerful vitality fluctuations, and a huge martial soul body appeared on his back, suppressing Ning Xiaochuan and the two had to stop, and spit out two words, "imprisonment."

These two words are very plain, but to Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Ling'er's ears, it's like thunder exploding in their ears, and the martial arts profound energy in their bodies is completely chaotic and unable to condense.

Ning Xiaochuan only felt that the profound energy in his body could not move, the wings on his back suddenly shattered, and his body fell straight to the ground.

This is Wu Zun's tyrannical power, just uttering two words can break the martial arts supernatural power.

Warriors under Wu Zun are almost powerless in front of Wu Zun.

If it were another warrior, he would have to be thrown to death today.

However, Ning Xiaochuan has already cultivated dragon and tiger profound energy, and the strength of the profound energy is not weaker than Wu Zun's earth martial vitality.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he took a strong breath, raised a dragon-tiger profound energy, forcibly condensed a pair of wings, glides, and landed on the ground.

This is the strength of the dragon and tiger profound energy, even in front of Wu Zun, he has the ability to fight back, so it is not impossible to fight back.

Master Wusheng said: "Being able to escape from the iron prison of the Demon Gate is already a great skill, enough to make you famous all over the world."

Ning Xiaochuan mobilized Wu Zun's momentum to resist the oppression of Wusheng Daoist, saying: "I want to become famous in the world, there is no need to use this method. Wusheng Daoist, in his capacity, does he still want to attack us two juniors?"

"Based on the two of you, even if you practice for another ten years, you still aren't worthy of fighting this old man."

Master Wusheng said again: "Lin Zhirong died in your hands, right?"

Duanmu Ling'er said coldly: "He deserves to be blamed."

Master Wusheng said: "In fact, I don't want to care about juniors like you at all. However, killing people always pays for their lives. Both my son and daughter-in-law died at your hands. I feel extremely sad. If you are punished, I will be punished in the future. Where is his reputation?"

Ning Xiaochuan said: "Then how do seniors plan to punish me?"

The demon masters guarding the iron prison rushed over and knelt on the ground one after another, bowing to Master Wusheng.

Master Wusheng stared at Han Yu lightly, and said: "Han Yun, why are you guarding the Iron Prison? You let two juniors escape, wouldn't the Demon Gate Iron Prison become a place where people in the court can enter and exit whenever they want?" From where?"

Han Yu was so frightened that he was dripping with cold sweat, and said: "My subordinates are terrified, Master Daoist taught me a lesson, there will be no next time."

The aura emanating from Taoist Wusheng was so powerful that it scared the masters of the magic sect to their hearts trembling, for fear that their heads would fall to the ground because of this incident.

Master Wusheng said: "Naturally, the elders will punish you for this matter. Hurry up and bring the third lady back to the Iron Prison and watch carefully."

Han Yu said in trepidation, "Then... what about Ning Xiaochuan?"

Master Wusheng said: "He has a mortal enmity with me, I want to take him away personally, do you have any objection?"

"But..." Han Yun said.

Master Wusheng snorted coldly, causing Han Yu to cough up blood, and the strong field pressure crushed Han Yu's eardrums.

"I understand the rules of the Iron Prison better than you. Ning Xiaochuan, I have to take it away today. As for the Blood-devouring Daoist, I will naturally tell him." The Wusheng Daoist is very powerful and is bound to bring Ning Xiaochuan to him Walk.

Ning Xiaochuan had expected this result.

Master Wusheng must have seen him cast the "World Extinguishing Sword Soul" and was tempted by this kind of martial arts supernatural power, so he had to take him away forcibly.

By the time Dao Master Blood Devourer asked him for someone, he had already asked what he wanted to ask from Ning Xiaochuan's mouth. At that time, it would be just a corpse to return Dao Master Blood Devourer.

"Uncle Lin, you can't take Ning Xiaochuan away."

White snowflakes fell from the cloud-shrouded peak, and a woman like a cloud fairy stepped out of the snow, her body was as ethereal as a cloud.

The devil's maiden came on the snow, wearing a golden mask, her skin was whiter than ice and snow, her long black hair was soft and beautiful, she fell to Ning Xiaochuan's side, her bright eyes looked at Master Wusheng.

Taoist Master Wusheng looked boundless, and said: "I'm afraid Her Majesty the Holy Maiden has nothing to do with this matter."

"The power of the Demon Sect Saintess is second only to the Demon Emperor. She has the right to interfere with the internal affairs of the six major demons. As long as it is a matter in the Demon Sect, I can control it." The Demon Sect Saintess is also very powerful, even if Facing the old devil who has dominated the martial arts world for hundreds of years, he has no fear in his heart.