In the wooden house, it is more bleak than the autumn wind.


    A thin old man sat on the ground with iron bones. Although he was old, he dared to fight against the sky. His gray hair swayed, and occasionally he could see the grace of the God of war. His waist was straight.


    Mysterious ancient magic patterns are all over the whole body like cracks, just like cracked porcelain, which may crack in the next second.


    But on the old man''s face, there is no wave in Gujing.


    Ning Tao deeply knelt down, Mo Lao for Hongmeng, for himself, for China, paid too much.


    There are not many respected predecessors in his life, but every one is worthy of respect. Mr. Mo, master, grandfather, Mr. Zhou, including uncle tim No matter which one is a kind elder, a respectable elder.


    Without them, there would be no Ning Tao today.


    Miao Jingjing also kneels down and is deeply impressed by Mo laowei''s great mind. Every second they spend now is bought by Mo laowei with pain.


    It is also thanks to Mo Lao''s blessing that her sorcery sect is still in good condition, otherwise no one can escape the chaos in the world.


    That ancient magic pattern makes Mo suffer from the pain of training, the injury of splitting body, the suffering of suffering all the time I''m afraid ordinary people can''t bear it for a moment, but the old man has carried it for so long without frowning.


    Because he was afraid, he was afraid that the children would cry for him.


    The sword he turned into has not been used by Ning Tao. Just as the latter said at the beginning, I would rather die than use it.


    Because, he was so great and heavy.


    Ning Tao slowly looked up at him and said bitterly: "Mo Lao, from now on, you don''t need to suffer for us any more, because you are looking forward to a new generation of God of war It has risen. "


    "I said that I would make 97% of the world on earth and give it to Hongmeng. Now it''s the last step. I want you to witness this moment."


    Mo Yuntian is still sitting on the ground, exuding the decadent air of twilight, as if he can break open at any move.


    "Whoosh...!"


    Eight ancestors noticed the breath of Ning Tao, and immediately flew over with a group of elders, blinking.


    "We meet the leader, old leader, saint!"


    Ning Tao slowly stood up and nodded. Seeing the breath of several people, his strength seems to have improved a little. It seems that it is the bone pill effect he refined.


    Mo laoguai and others are full of spirit.


    To his surprise, the ancestor of Wudang seems to have broken through the boundary of that layer. He has a simple and natural charm, and has the potential of invisible Tai Chi and eight trigrams. Two yin-yang fish, one black and one white, wander around slowly.


    This is The later stage of alchemy!


    "Lao Zu, you..." Ning Tao is not sure surprise way.


    The former nodded with a smile and gave out a little breath. Recently, he learned a Taoist Dharma in the Sutra Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he broke through the barrier.


    He still has a bitter smile.


    Huashan Laozu and others were shocked and broke through the later period of alchemy. This old man can really hide, and this talent is by no means comparable to them.


    Zhou Heng was also happy for him, but looking at his broken right arm, he could not help shaking his head with self mockery.


    If he had not been swept by the magic altar of Moji, his accomplishments would not have fallen, his right arm would not have been broken, and he would never have become a Useless people!


    Thinking of this, he could not help looking at Mo Lao.


    When he became like this, he was only hit by a sweep, while the latter was hit by the altar. It can be imagined that Mo Lao was more painful than him.


    w: Ning Tao saw the bitterness and thought about it. He could not help comforting him: "Mr. Zhou, don''t lose heart. The world is so big that there are many examples of rebirth of broken arms even in ancient books."


    "I''ve seen many of them. Although they are in special circumstances and can''t be copied, there will always be a way. There is also a great ability of rebirth by dripping blood in ancient books. It''s nothing to say that they are just a broken arm."


    The rest of them turned their heads with consolation.


    But Mr. Zhou said with a smile, "that''s a long time ago. Now it''s the end of the law."


    "The earth can''t help it, but there must be one in that place," Ning Tao said with a burning eye.


    That one?


    Everyone was stunned, and then all of them suddenly appeared.


    Zhou frowned and said, "are you talking about Fairyland


    "That''s right. Just a few immortals appeared that day. Their strength is incredible. If you go to that place, it will be easy to be reborn."


    "Mr. Zhou, you can trust me with this task, and I will finish it for you," said Ning Tao firmly.


    The former shakes his head and smiles. He doesn''t seem to have much confidence. Instead, he looks at Mo anxiously and says, "compared with this, Mo''s business is a big deal. I can live without my arm, but he is an old man..."


    "Alas...!"


    Eight ancestors sighed helplessly.But Ning Tao''s eyes flashed, and he said: "Mo Lao, I have a way to save him."


    "Well? What? "


    Everyone was shocked, and their hearts began to thump.


    Ning Tao did not explain, but step out, mouth murmured to say: "offended."


    A vigorous palm was placed on Mo Lao''s head. Under the people''s surprise, a vast force of spirit burst into Mo Lao''s mind. Shengsheng invaded Mo Lao''s mind, and then brought out another weak spirit.


    This It''s Mo Lao''s spirit!


    At the same time, the ancient demonic patterns on his body are no longer suppressed by the spirit, and quickly spread all over his body, just like a virus that is about to reach 100% destruction. Once it reaches 100%, the body will be completely destroyed.


    Without the suppression of spirits, everything will rot.


    Huashan, Kongtong''s ancestor saw that he was in a cold sweat and immediately screamed, "Ning Tao, are you crazy? What do you want to do? Stop it. You are killing the old leader. His spirit will dissipate."


    The beautiful eyes of Tianshan''s ancestors shrink into pinhole shape and are completely stupid. It''s right to say that not all the spirits in the divine realm can be called ningtao spirits.


    Suppose the mind is an ice bank, the spirit is a thin layer of ice, and the brain is more than 40 degrees hot weather, this layer of ice will quickly melt away as soon as it appears, and Mo Lao''s spirit This is the ice.


    In this world, few people''s spirits are as abnormal as Ning Tao. If Mo always has this thin layer of ice, Ning Tao is a complete piece of ice.


    Although it will melt, it will last longer.


    At the moment, the icehouse in Mo''s mind is being covered by ancient magic patterns. Once it is covered, the icehouse will rot. even if Mo wants to return to the icehouse, the boundless water will soon dissipate.


    This parting, but a true farewell!


    More than a dozen people were shocked and even wanted to stop them, but the ancestors of Wudang, Shaolin and Zhou stopped them because They believe in Ning Tao.


    The latter''s golden pupil burst out, not missing a detail, until he completely took out half of Mo Lao''s spirit, and the rest of them decayed with his body.


    Just when the spirit of Mo Lao is about to dissipate, Ning Tao suddenly shakes his hand, and a gorgeous spine appears in his hand, exuding great soul power.


    The next second, he put Mo''s spirit in.


    Dozens of people stare big eyes, the atmosphere did not dare to gasp, the spine can save mo old?


    One, three, ten


    Gradually everyone forgot how long it took. Mo seemed more and more stable. He felt that the spine was like a container, which could also be described as another icehouse.


    All of a sudden, a familiar spirit fluctuated for a while, and there came a weak Laughter: "little guys, I''m back!"