Chapter 1548

"No, tell them not to act rashly. Do everything according to my orders. No one is allowed to do it without my orders."

Ding Ning was scared out of his head in a cold sweat and quickly ordered.

Wolf Nan answered and quickly left to tell everyone.

Ding Ning was secretly glad that he arrived in time. Otherwise, his fierce women could really poke a hole in the sky.

It's not that Ding Ning is afraid of the holy gate, but that he knows that the three realms are about to go into chaos. The human world is already in an absolute weak position. If he loses his troops because of internal strife, the situation of the human world will be even more precarious.

Sometimes I have to compromise in order to take the overall situation into account.

Ding Ning never understood this sentence so deeply at this moment.

The saint doctor repeatedly bothered him. The saint sword mountain villa had no grievances with him, but it was full of malice to fight and kill him. The saint girl family didn't know whether to live or die, and dared to provoke him. According to his vengeance, he had already killed him and killed them all.

But for the sake of the so-called overall situation, even if he suffered any great grievance, as long as he didn't suffer substantive harm, he could bear it.

After all, although he can mass produce the strong in Zhenwu, once the three realms are in chaos, he is likely to face one or even several enemies.

At that time, Shengwu realm can barely be regarded as a high-end combat power, Shenwu realm is the mainstay, and Zhenwu realm is just a little stronger than cannon fodder. Therefore, these high-end combat power of Shengmen can still be retained.

Of course, the chaos in the three realms may not necessarily be an alien invasion, but he had to prepare for the worst. Who let him soak the daughter of the creator God? As a responsible man, he must shoulder her share of responsibility for Jiutian Xuannv.

Elephant trunk slope.

Er, this is Ding Ningqi's name, because the hillside looks like an upturned elephant nose from a distance.

At the moment, Han Wuyang and tianxuanzi stood at the nose without boundary suppression. They both released their most powerful momentum without scruples.

However, the prestige of the holy martial arts realm is too strong. Tianxuanzi's momentum shrinks and shrinks under the oppression of Han Wuyang, but he can only barely protect himself.

The saint doctor has lost face these two days. Han Wuyang may want to find face in public and wait for more people to do it; Maybe he wanted to let tianxuanzi experience the feeling of fear before he died. Instead of taking action immediately, he stood quietly with his hands down, constantly released the pressure and oppressed tianxuanzi, wanted to erase his fighting spirit and war spirit, and destroy him spiritually.

Tianxuanzi's face was unprecedentedly dignified, his forehead had been soaked with bean sized sweat drops, and his feet were floating and unstable, just like the remnant leaves in the strong wind. There were signs of collapse at any time, but his eyes became more and more firm, and he looked like a different person in peace.

Tianji Zimu stared at tianxuanzi with a strong color of worry, but he didn't make a sound to stop Han Wuyang's cheating means, and even wanted him to continue to delay time, because he knew that tianxuanzi needed this strong pressure to harden his will and soul.

If you don't break out in silence, you die in silence.

Since tianxuanzi chose this road of near death, as a senior brother, he can only choose silent support and will never interfere in his gambling.

Which is stronger or weaker is clear at a glance.

The martial artists who came to see the excitement looked shocked and looked at tianxuanzi with pity.

Of course, there is more excitement and excitement. You know, not to mention the battle between the strong and the strong. It is a luxury for them to see the strong at this level on weekdays.

Ding Ning's eyes were cold and stared at tianxuanzi without blinking. He didn't care whether it was agreed or not. As long as tianxuanzi's life was in danger, he would not hesitate to save people.

The prestige of the holy martial arts realm may be terrible for ordinary people, but there is no pressure for him. He is a person who has adapted to the half immortal prestige.

As for face? Hehe, for him, life is priceless. When people are dead, what do you want to do with your face?

Rustle.

More and more people came to hear the news. After all, this kind of battle has fatal temptation for any martial artist. Even if you can't understand it, it's good to broaden your horizons. This is the best conversation for decades.

Maybe it's because tianxuanzi has come. Although he is in danger, he has never collapsed. Han Wuyang feels that he has no face. He carries his hands and pretends to be forced: "one move, as long as you can take my move, I'll spare your life."

"Where did you get so much nonsense? Hurry up. Use your strongest means. I don't need you to pretend to be kind here."

While resisting the pressure, tianxuanzi said with difficulty. Even at this time, he didn't forget to stimulate each other and said with a wink: "do you know that you look really funny wearing panda eyes as an expert now?"

"Upright son is rude, go to hell."

Han Wuyang remembered that he was still a panda's eye. His face was very blue. There was an undisguised killing opportunity in his eyes. He was so angry that he condensed a half Zhang sized psychic palm. The psychic power in the surrounding air was like a long whale absorbing water and frantically remitted to the psychic palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the wind rises, the world is desolate.

The palm became bigger and bigger, and in the twinkling of an eye it gathered into a huge palm of spiritual power tens of feet in size, slowly patting it to tianxuanzi with terrible pressure.

Ding Ning's heart suddenly caught in his throat, his fists were tightly held, and his legs formed a lunge, just like a cheetah ready to go. As long as tianxuanzi even showed a trace of fear, he would not hesitate to take the hand and block the palm for him.

"Xiaoyou, this is his own choice. If he dies, he can be reborn. Please help Xiaoyou. Don't interfere. Otherwise, even if he survives, life is better than death."

A thin hairspring voice suddenly sounded in his mind, which relaxed his tight body. With the meaning of understanding on his face, he nodded slightly.

Tianjizi looked more thoroughly than he did. Tianxuanzi had been stuck at the peak of divine power for a long time. This time, he chose to force himself to a dead end. If he failed, he became benevolent

If he rushed to help, even if tianxuanzi could survive, the heart of martial arts would collapse. From then on, he could not enter without saying, and he might continue to fall into the realm until he became an ordinary person. For a martial artist who is obsessed with martial arts, life is better than death.

If you can't cross the past, you will die. If you cross the past, you will have a bright future.

This choice is very difficult. Without great courage and courage, absolutely no one dares to gamble with his life, but tianxuanzi made the choice without hesitation. The determination of martial arts is moving.

Ding Ning was deeply ashamed of tianxuanzi, an unreliable old fellow for the first time. If he had such a firm will of martial arts, I'm afraid he would have broken through the current shackles.

Die to life, live to death.

At this moment, the inexplicable touch made Ding Ning unknowingly undergo some unknown change, and his state of mind was sublimated. The whole person seemed to be washed out of lead, from sharp to plain.

Great skill does not work, return to nature, the unity of heaven and man, the cohesion of gods and souls, understand the heart of heaven, and the holy martial arts can be expected.

Tianjizi glanced at Ding Ning in surprise and secretly envied him. Unexpectedly, the little guy's understanding was so high. It was just an epiphany and took another big step in the martial arts.

Always paying attention to Ding Ning's big shaman, he raised his eyebrows, outlined a surprised radian around his mouth, turned his head to the veil woman around him, saw her skillfully looking forward, looked at Ding Ning's eyes, showed a color of satisfaction, his heart was hurt, and his eyes became a little gloomy.

At that time, his father made the choice of sacrificing the princess's happiness and asked her to marry a mere mortal. His heart was full of extreme anger and unwillingness, but facts proved that his father's choice was right. The three blood lines were really extraordinary.

Just, why is his heart so painful?

At the beginning, Aruna, who was wearing a small hemp whip and was as innocent as an angel, followed his ass all day and called his brother Wutian with milk, but she never saw her again.

Instead, the princess is always on the side, a face that is always veiled, cool and noble, but a princess who has refused a thousand li away.

The great shaman lowered his eyes and saw the waves in her long and narrow eyes as beautiful as a woman. When he raised his eyes again, he had gathered all his emotions and became calm.

Ding Ning, like an old monk, was immersed in a strange state. The breathing method of all things unknowingly began to run by itself, and the broken martial soul quickly began to repair.

Although his eyes were closed, the whole world could be seen at a glance. Everyone's every move became very slow in his perception. It played like a slow lens, and even enabled him to clearly "see" that the great hand of spiritual power was constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth with a mysterious track.

Fortunately, on the earth with thin aura, the power contained in the big hand of spiritual power is not so irresistible. Otherwise, tianxuanzi will never take this palm.

But now, Ding Ning's mood suddenly becomes very happy. Tianxuanzi may be seriously injured, but he will never die.

Of course, if tianxuanzi breaks through again under this extreme pressure, he may not even get hurt.

Almost, just a little.

Ding Ning clearly "saw" that tianxuanzi's martial spirit had merged with his divine spirit, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't integrate for a long time. It seemed that he always felt a little worse.

This was the first time he saw the broken mirror process of Shenwu stepping into Shengwu, which made him intoxicated, completely selfless, and tightly "stare" at the martial spirit in tianxuanzi.

At one moment, the spirit of tianxuanzi, who had never responded, suddenly moved under the pressure of life and death. As if full of spirituality, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed the Wu soul, very simple and rough, and quickly integrated the two into one.

Ding Ning's face suddenly became strange. It felt like rape. It was a combination of violence, which made him feel cold like watching two men make a base.

Tianxuanzi, who was shaking like a candle in the wind under the palm of a huge spiritual force, suddenly exuded a strong breath. The breath was weak at first, but it began to grow, expand and spread like a prairie fire

"Ah!"

Tianxuanzi was about to despair and collapse, but he was strongly unwilling to let him try to control the spirit without doing anything, but he never achieved any results.

Until, when the big hand of Lingli was only half a meter away from him, the strong death threat stimulated all his potential. The strong will between lightning and flint finally controlled the divine soul. Due to the urgency of time, he had no time to be happy, so he directly grabbed the martial soul and forcibly integrated it into one.

The strong sense of power that seemed to blend in water and milk made him burst out a long roar of joy, and his momentum kept rising. He raised his hand and punched the big hand of Lingli.