Chapter 196 The Ancient Saints Couldn’t Do It, but I, Ning Qi, Did It

After a moment.

Everyone in Chiyang Sect was slept on the ground in horror, a terrifying pressure enveloped the void, and the biting cold seemed to freeze their souls.

A cold voice suppressing endless anger sounded:

"The Heavenly Sword Dog Thief is looking for death!"

Everyone's mind was blank.

The Chiyang Martial Saint quickly grabbed the Ziyue Martial Saint who was about to run away, and he whispered:

"Sister Ziyue, don't worry."

The eyes of Ziyue Martial Saint were filled with regret:

"Brother, this matter must not be forgotten like this. The sword dog thief broke your arm that day and even snatched the big sun compass. This is a revenge to block the Tao. No matter what his strange origin is, the younger sister will fight him One dou!”

A hint of hatred also rose in Chiyang Wusheng's eyes. He took a deep breath and said:

"I will never forget this hatred, but now the Martial Saint of Zhantian has just suppressed the four Martial Saints. He said that they cannot be internally flirted with each other and cannot touch his bad temper at this critical moment. Otherwise, they would not be able to kill the Tianjian Dog Thief and offend the Martial Saint of Zhantian."

Ziyue Martial Saint looked angry:

"How can the Martial Saint of Killing the Heavenly Heaven be so biased? It is obvious that the Tianjian Dog Thief was wrong first. If he acted like this in order not to get in the internal friction, he would be disagreeable."

Chiyang Wusheng Dao:

"It doesn't make sense to say this now. We just need to wait quietly for the opportunity, wait for an opportunity that is beyond the reach of the Martial Saint of the Heavenly Sword and Dog Thieves with the power of thunder. Even if the Martial Saint of the Heavenly Sword is angry, there is nothing we can do about it. In the end, it can only be made into big things."

The eyes of the Ziyue Martial Saint flashed:

"You mean?"

"That's right, the day of the revival of the inspiration!" There was a trace of bloodthirsty aura in his eyes, "The Blood Rain of Martial Saint can just take us brothers and sisters to the next level!"

immediately.

He apologized again:

"I just have to feel wronged recently, Sister Ziyue, please keep a low profile for the time being, so as not to be prepared for the sword dog thief that day. Then, our brother and sister work together to catch him off guard, and help Sister Ziyue, you go to the next level. Our brother and sister will have the opportunity to go to the future. There may not be no chance!”

The Ziyue Martial Saint nodded and said:

"As long as I can vent my anger for you, brother, what's the point of hiding me for the time being?"

The brother and sister smiled at each other.

then.

The Chiyang Sect received a ban: No one can disclose today's affairs, otherwise they will be punished by the death of the body!

No one knows it.

The Purple Moon Martial Saint has recovered and is hidden in the Chiyang Sect.

...

See the Taoist court.

The breeze blows by, and the tea tree of Vigor rolls up the leaves, covering the courtyard with lush greenery, a strange fragrance that makes people intoxicated.

Ning Qi was closing his eyes and realizing the truth.

In my mind, countless spiritual lights were sputtering and gushing. During this period, all the results of the experiments with the sword demon were blooming. One by one, the spiritual lights were intertwined, and then they were straightened out by Ning Qi. That sense of accomplishment was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

Unconsciously.

A wisp of spiritual energy had appeared at his fingertips.

He opened his eyes and was determined. Three flowers on his head condensed, and this wisp of spiritual energy rushed straight to it.

This is the first time Ning Qi tried to refine spiritual energy by himself.

The spiritual energy was floating above his head, and he was not in a hurry to take it into his body.

Buzz!

A peerless sword intent soared into the sky and floated beside him. An invisible sword could be seen vaguely. When the sword intent appeared, the originally stable spiritual energy had a slight fluctuation, an invisible force of involvement. It appears, but it is a little weak.

But this is not over yet.

Immediately after the sword intent, a terrifying sword intent also rose up, running side by side with the sword intent.

The spiritual energy is even more traction.

Ning Qi's eyes flashed with golden light and his aura burst out.

In an instant.

Just like mushrooms spring after the rain, the artistic conceptions of martial arts rise.

There are guns with a piercing meaning, fists that suppress the world, fire that burns everything, and thunder that is overwhelming...

Many strange phenomena rose and fell on Ning Qi's side, and such a grand scene was nowhere to be seen.

The artistic conception of thousands of ways is a scene that people cannot imagine.

Ning Qi's body trembled slightly.

This is not the limit of his understanding, but it is close to the limit of his divine will.

"But... enough!"

His eyes were extremely bright. At this moment, the wisp of spiritual energy had reached its limit and was constantly shaking, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment. Ning Qi could feel that some terrible substance was about to be released, and the place where the poison was already there Being positioned.

"Give it to me, melt!"

He shouted in his heart.

The next moment.

The artistic conceptions turn into torrents and pour into the three flowers.

Buzz!

When every artistic conception is integrated into it, the three flowers will tremble and whisper, and some magical change will occur.

As the last artistic conception is integrated.

The three flowers bloom completely.

Ning Qi only felt that his spirit had reached an extremely strange state. He vaguely felt a magical power surge from the sky, and every inch of space around him surged.

Among the three flowers, an invisible fire appeared and was burning quietly.

Ning Qi made a quick decision.

The wisp of spiritual energy that had been trembling for a long time was put into it.

boom!

The invisible fire suddenly surged, swallowing the spiritual energy. In Ning Qi's perception, the poison like a maggot on the tarsus completely turned into nothingness under the burning of the flames, and the spiritual energy burst out with an extremely agile aura.

Ning Qi was happy in his heart. When he thought about it, the purified spiritual energy suddenly penetrated into his body, and along various mysterious trajectories, he wanted to integrate into one of the five internal organs and turn into spiritual power. There was no terrifying abnormalities experienced by the sword demon before.

So far.

It has been successful.

Ning Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

What the ancient saints could not do, Ning Qi did.

"Using the Ten Thousand Daos artistic conception to fuse the three flowers to form the Nirvana Fire, connecting the power of higher dimensions to remove the life poison, this is... the Ten Thousand Daos Nirvana Method."

"With this Ten Thousand Daos Nirvana Method, the spiritual energy I absorb in the future can completely remove the life poison, and I don't need to suffer the pain of life poison like others. It's a pity that only I know this method."

The Ten Thousand Daos artistic conception is beyond human power. Only Ning Qi's understanding is against the sky, and he can use one method to push all methods.

"However, I can't be promoted to Martial Saint now."

It's very simple.

Because the spiritual energy is not rich enough.

Ning Qi's many experiments only intercepted the spiritual energy in the Martial Saint Secret Treasure for fusion. There is no problem with these amounts for experiments, but if he wants to use them to promote Martial Saint, it is impossible. What's more, he has ambitions to break through several realms with the impact of the spiritual energy recovery. Now integrating a little spiritual energy in advance is not only of no help, but may become a burden in the future.

Ning Qi thought.

The wisp of spiritual energy that was about to merge into the body was immediately expelled.

Under Ning Qi's gaze, the life poison flowed into the world again, and the spiritual energy that had been purified was polluted again.

"Sure enough, if the source is not resolved, the spiritual energy will continue to be polluted. Now my Wandao Nirvana Method can only be used to purify my spiritual energy."

"However, don't be impatient, eat one bite at a time, wait until you deduce a universal method to remove the life poison, and finally solve the source of the life poison in one fell swoop."

Ning Qi's breath gradually stabilized, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Breaking through the Martial Saint level is already a piece of cake for me. It is also easy to integrate and deduce a Martial Saint-level Wanxiang Sutra. The most important thing now is to accumulate foundation and strive to break through several realms in one fell swoop when the spirit is revived."

"The Yu Wangzhu and the Great Sun Compass must be fully utilized. These two Martial Saint secret treasures must become my foundation. In addition, I must see if there are other ways to strengthen my foundation."

"Also, simplify the Wandao Nirvana Method a little bit, so that Master and others can also learn it. The effect will at least be better than the secret technique that Senior Xuangui gave me."

"In addition, there are Tiansheng and Xiaoshi. They may awaken when the spirit is revived, and they need to be protected by the secret method."

After sorting out what to do next, Ning Qi felt much better.

As for now.

He still has one thing to do.

That is to share the fruits of this victory with Dao Mo.

Dao Mo has paid a lot and suffered from the erosion of life poison many times. The pain in his body is already extremely serious, and his life span has been reduced a lot. The most important thing is that he has not been able to learn the final Wandao Nirvana Method.

Although Dao Mo himself didn't mind, Ning Qi felt a little guilty.

That night.

Ning Qi and Dao Mo drank three hundred cups facing the moon.

Dao Mo marveled at Ning Qi's amazing wisdom, and was also happy that his pain was not in vain.

...

Time passed slowly.

The ancient saints of the world gradually returned, each occupying a region.

Although one ancient saint is few, but a little adds up to a lot, and also divided out 20% to 30% of the territory within the Great Yan territory. This is a great impact on the Great Yan Dynasty, but the Great Yan Martial Saint does not speak, and the people below can only adapt to the current changes.

After all.

Even the Great Yan Martial Saint cannot ignore all the Martial Saints.

For him.

It is a good thing to be able to keep most of the territory.

However, even so, many martial arts sects have also turned to the ancient saints. As long as they are not fools, they realize that something big is going to happen next. If they rely on the Great Yan Dynasty, they may not get anything, but if they surrender to the ancient saints, they may get first-hand information and eat soup.

The world is changing, and undercurrents are surging.

In just over half a year, many forces such as the Demon Sect that originally led the trend have disappeared. Countless people are sighing in their hearts that the changes are too fast.

And in a land that is ignored by many people.

The periphery of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

A place full of miasma.

One after another, unique stilt houses stand tall, dotted with drum towers and altars, and decorative objects such as ox horns and animal skins are hung in front of the buildings.

This is the real core of the Southern Xinjiang Alliance. Outsiders have no way of knowing it. If there is no corresponding solution to those terrible miasma, even the strong men in the Heavenly Realm will be afraid. This is also the capital that Southern Xinjiang relies on for survival. In the past, this place was occupied by the largest tribe. After the formation of the alliance, it was contributed to become the ancestral land of Southern Xinjiang.

But recently.

The atmosphere of this ancestral land of Southern Xinjiang is a bit stagnant.

Just because.

After disappearing for a while, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, Lan Yiyi, actually had a big problem!

When preparing to sacrifice her to the Gu God, it was discovered that Lan Yiyi had lost half of her lifespan.

Ancestral land altar.

A group of powerful figures surrounded nearby, all looking at the figure tied to the dragon trap in the center of the altar with hatred.

Hong Yan, the elder of the Hong clan, roared:

"Lan Yiyi, you bitch! Tell me where the other half of your life is. If you delay the Gu God's important task, you will be the eternal sinner of our southern border!"

Lan Yiyi on the trapped dragon frame opened her eyes and glanced at him with some disdain:

"Kill me if you can."

Hong Yan was furious.

These days, the alliance has used all means, but Lan Yiyi just won't say anything until today, when she brought it to the altar.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"If you dare, you wouldn't have kept me here for these few months. I guess, if you kill me, I'm afraid your great Gu God won't be able to completely fuse the Blood Emperor Gu." Lan Yiyi said lightly, but it made everyone breathe more quickly.

She pinched everyone's fatal point.

She went to Zhenwu Mountain to save Qin Yun, first because of the inexplicable feelings in her heart, and secondly for self-protection.

If she hadn't used the life-sharing Gu to give half of her life.

I'm afraid she would be dead now.

But she knew that even so, this was just a delaying tactic.

Hong Yan took a deep breath and suddenly sneered:

"Very good, you are not afraid of death, so what about this?"

He clapped his hands.

One by one, ugly people with extremely foul smells came in line. These people were either dull-eyed, drooling, or had deformed limbs and bodies, and were all naked, but at this moment, all of them stared at Lan Yiyi, their eyes were red, and they began to breathe heavily.

"Guess, will they serve you well, the high and mighty Saint?" Hong Yan said word by word, gritting his teeth, because his son was killed by Lan Yiyi in a dispute some time ago.

Lan Yiyi felt a chill in her heart, but her expression remained unchanged:

"To blaspheme me is to blaspheme your Gu God."

Hong Yan grinned:

"The Lord Gu God has said that he only wants your life essence, and he doesn't care whether your body is broken or not."

Lan Yiyi's eyes trembled, and then slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to say more.

"I'll give you another ten breaths, these 'good guys' can't wait any longer!" Hong Yan shouted coldly, and there were heavy breathing sounds all around.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

...

Each sound was accompanied by a heavy drum, as if it was knocking on Lan Yiyi's heart.

Everyone around was a little reluctant.

Originally, Lan Yiyi was highly respected in the alliance. Many people couldn't bear to see her end up like this. Her dignity was destroyed, but there was no other way. When the Gu God merged with the Blood Emperor Gu and revived, he found that Lan Yiyi's life essence was incomplete, and the consequences would be even more serious.

They didn't have much time left, so they could only use coercive means.

"Saint, tell me, it's not a bad thing to sacrifice to the Lord Gu God. Many people want such an opportunity but can't get it."

Someone persuaded softly.

But Lan Yiyi didn't say anything.

"Four!"

"Three!"

Hong Yan's right hand was already raised high, ready to swing down.

The panting sounds around him were like those of wolves and mad dogs. It was unbelievable what would happen to Lan Yiyi if she let these people go.

"Two!"

Hong Yan laughed grimly.

Then a loud bang was heard exploding in the ancestral land.

"Boom!"

"Kill! For the Saint!"

Accompanied by the shouts of killing, everyone looked in horror and saw powerful figures coming from all directions. Hong Yan looked at Lan Yiyi in shock, but saw Lan Yiyi slowly open her eyes:

"Do you really think that this Saint has been eating dry food all these years?"

The aura on her body suddenly burst out.

The trapped dragon frame was broken.

The gift of the Gu God once gave her strength far beyond her peers. Now, this strength has become the shackles for her to escape.

Hong Yan was about to take action.

The power of heaven and earth also fluctuated from the left and right sides, making him dodge quickly. The elders who judged Lan Yiyi also had traitors!

Hong Yan was furious:

"Kill! Kill these traitors for me!"

The war was about to break out, and the entire southern Xinjiang ancestral land had become a Shura field.

The power of heaven and earth continued to erupt, and the drum towers were turned into dust.

Lan Yiyi broke out under the protection of some confidants. She looked around and felt extremely anxious.

Choosing to attack today means that she is sure that the Gu God has entered a deep sleep. This is her only chance.

Although she has many arrangements and has worked hard over the years, she also has her own power, but now she has a little advantage because she was caught off guard. When the elders react, they will definitely not be opponents.

"We must escape immediately!"

Lan Yiyi has no intention of fighting. Under the cover of many confidants and the Lan clan, she quickly fled outside the ancestral land.

In the past, she couldn't escape because there was a mark in her body, and she could not hide anywhere, but now the mark has been removed. She only needs to escape today's disaster, and from now on, she can fly freely.