Ning Feng thought it was impossible.

Li Mubai's three original appearances all showed sadness. He wanted to open his mouth again, but his lips formed, and he vaguely said the word "Que" again.

This time, before he could speak, his three of them were all blurred and had a broken sound.

It seemed like the sound of the broken egg shell.

If even one of Li Mubai's men on the warship survived, they would definitely understand what this means?

"It seems to be..."

Ning Feng and Qiye were stunned, and thought of something together. They looked at each other and saw eight words in each other's eyes:

"Breaking the void can kill the gods!"

Li Mubai was actually broken by the imprint of the Heavenly Dao and was about to be completely erased from the world.

After a few breaths, between heaven and earth, among the heavens and worlds, no one will remember "Li Mubai".

Double-sided throne, white bones form towers, demons defiled dream soil, nine bends of the Yellow River...

Everything finally became a terrifying sound, only existed in the memories of Ning Feng and the others.

“What exactly caused it?”

Ning Feng was puzzled. He knew very well that neither his Sun Method nor the Qiye's Black Lotus, he would definitely not have the effect of breaking the void and killing the gods.

"Is it because the throne imprints the way of heaven, and its dead mark collapses; or is it the punishment that Tianxin was furious when he was robbed by me?"

"Or the consequences of the manifestation of one phase into three parts?"

Ning Feng couldn't find the answer.

This answer is no longer important.

Under Ning Feng and Qiye's gaze, Li Mubai gritted his teeth and looked at them with a begging gaze. The three of them used their last strength to pounce.

Old and young, young and middle, middle and old.

Three illusory true forms merge into a complete true deity.

"Click~"

The sound of the egg shell breaking became louder and Li Mubai slowly knelt on the ground.

God knows whether he was unable to stand up or the dignified throne, and kneeled down and begged the two boys for their wishes.

God knows, Ning Feng and the others don’t want to know at all.

"Forget it!"

"Xiao Nian, don't blame me."

Ning Feng sighed in his heart.

"If Li Mubai was alive, even if he was using any means to plot against the people's hearts, I would not let him live. He would definitely pay the price for your death."

"Since he is about to die, he will eventually be a hero. So what if he fulfills his last wish?"

"A person like this should not die on his knees!"

Ning Feng took action.

He pinched the marks with one hand and brushed the other.

A breeze summoned him and helped Li Mubai up.

Li Mubai never said the word "Thank you" to this - he couldn't say it either - he just crossed Ning Feng and looked behind him.

Ning Feng sighed again, opened his body sideways, giving way out of his sight.

Behind him, there was a little Taoist priest who was originally located in Qiye, with anger on his face.

The little Taoist priest had only one side of his shoes, and the Taoist crown was crooked and slanted, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his eyes were as pure as a child, without any impurities.

If it’s not Bai Xiaoxiao, who is it?!

Li Mu looked at him idiotically, Qingfeng continued to support him, but could not help him anymore.

Starting from the feet, it collapses inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by blinking an eye, crosses the knee, crosses the hips, crosses the waist, climbs up to the chest, and crosses the neck...

The last image of Li Mubai left in Ning Feng and Qiye's memory is a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Huh~"

Ning Feng blew out a breath, which not only brought out the depression in his heart, but also had the briskness that everything was finally over.

On the opposite side, Li Mubai has long been gone.

"snort!"

Behind him, a cold snorted.

Ning Feng's face showed an embarrassment, holding the thought that he could escape the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the year, he slowly turned around and looked around.

In the position where Li Mubai stared at her during his lifetime, Qi Ye showed anger on his face. What was the difference between that of Bai Xiaoxiao?

He seemed so angry that he was completely discomfortable. His whole body was trembling. He maintained his previous posture and was afraid of being afraid. He shouted angrily: "Ning Feng, what are you doing?!"

"Ye Qianhuan, what a Ye Qianhuan, you learned very quickly!"

Qiye must not be angry. Ning Feng's move was learned from Ye Qianhuan.

Just now, Ning Feng helped him with one hand and pinched the magic tricks with the other hand, and he used the magic tricks of the Demon Sect's family-guarding illusion: Ye Qianhuan.

The night is hazy and has thousands of illusions;

The night is dark, and even the world is indistinguishable.

Before, the two of them deduced the layout over and over again. Qi Ye said Ye Qianhuan's magic tricks, and they deduced them together to eliminate all loopholes.

What Qiye never thought was that in such a short time, Ning Feng actually learned Ye Qianhuan.

That's fine, the Sun Dharma and the spiritual power of Qiye are completely different. One is a glorious sun and a cold night, which is incompatible.

Who would have thought that Ning Feng would use the original clear energy to transform the spiritual power of the Demon Sect to exert Ye Qianhuan, and use it on himself.

Ning Feng felt extremely ashamed. It was really not a big deal to see others without any face.

He was about to apologize, but this was not done properly.

As he spoke, Ning Feng's expression suddenly moved, his eyes moved down, and fell on Qiye's hand.

"Qiye, what are your hands?"

"Why does it look so familiar?"

Can he not look familiar?

Qiye was pinching the magic tricks in his hand, exactly the same as his just now, and was still Ye Qianhuan!

It’s just that Ning Feng is one step faster.

"You're dazzled."

Qiye hurriedly dispersed the magic tricks in his hand and gave an unconvincing explanation.

Ning Feng laughed twice, it would be fine.

It’s not that Qiye can’t call Bai Xiaoxiao, but that’s a humiliation. It can be used to illusion to satisfy the requests of a generation of heroes, but it’s not that it’s not impossible.

Just as Ning Feng thought: Such a peerless hero should die standing still!

"Let's go!"

"Yeah, go!"

Ning Feng and Qiye were no longer nostalgic. They took some demon soil and headed out of the Demon God Island.

After half an hour, the giant dragon whale sneaked into the ocean, broke through the huge waves, and headed towards the extreme east.

The Demon God Island was left far behind and finally sank into the sea level and disappeared.

Until then, the sky was still as red as blood, and meteors cut through the sky in the sun. Except for these celestial phenomena, no one knew that a throne was buried on the Demon God Island who was determined to destroy the world...

Time flies, and a few days later, the extreme east.

“Is it just here?”

Qiye continued Ning Feng and asked.

Ning Feng had just emerged from the incarnation of the giant dragon whale. His face was pale and his complexion was not good at all.

Can he get better?

When he used the incarnation of the dragon whale to force the break through the Demon God Island and fled, he was seriously injured. He was not a joke, even now, he was far from recovering.

It can only be said that he consumed so much purple jade bait at that time and barely saved one of the nine changes in Yunlong.

Now it drives the giant dragon whale to transform into a vast ocean, and it has dried up, far away from the word "good".

"It should be here."

Ning Feng gasped, like an old cow, and said, "Although I cannot use the magical power of the Lord of the Sea now, the sea still tells me that this is the closest island to the east."
To be continued...