Wu Yaokong laughed wildly twice and said: "Isn't it possible that Sect Leader Ye doesn't know Wu's purpose of coming?╚?^╝"

Of course Ye Ning knew his purpose, but he didn't want to point it out, so he happily pretended to be confused. "Really? Fellow Taoist martial artist, Ye really doesn't know why fellow Taoist is here."

Wu Yaokong's expression changed and he said: "Hmph, Ye Dao is friendly and talkative, I don't know if you want a toast or a fine drink?"

As a former immortal king and now a great saint, Wu Yaokong naturally has his pride. When he was provoked by Ye Ning, he revealed his true colors. Ye Ning has been promoted to a saint. With his practice of "Disillusionment Art", he is nine times better than ordinary saints.

Although it is difficult to defeat the Great Sage with his spiritual power, there is no need to be afraid. What's more, the many laws he masters are inferior to even Wu Yaokong's!

Ye Ning immediately darkened his face and said: "Humph, it seems to me that the one who wants to drink the toast is you, fellow martial artist!"

"Presumptuous!" Wu Yaokong sneered: "In this small place, with the wave of my hand, your fantasy city will be wiped out! Stop talking nonsense, Ye Ning, hand over Xue Yilan, and I will spare your life!"

Ye Ning's face became more and more ugly, and he said coldly: "Really? You want to kill Xue Yilan? Hum, I'm afraid you don't have the courage! I'm not afraid to tell you that Xue Yilan is here, and she has the guts to rob someone.

!”

"court death!"

Wu Yaokong cursed angrily and waved his right hand lightly. Suddenly, countless dark clouds came from all directions and enveloped the entire fantasy city, seeming to destroy it anytime and anywhere!

The surging dark clouds are clearly some kind of mysterious power of law!

Seeing this, Ye Ning shouted loudly: "How can Phantom Mountain allow you to be so presumptuous?!" As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling round mirror suddenly rose into the sky, like a scorching sun, illuminating the surrounding area.

Mirror of reincarnation!

Although the Samsara Mirror is only a middle-grade holy weapon, in the hands of a saint, it can exert 100% of its power and its power is infinite. I saw that the Samsara Mirror in the sky was extremely bright, constantly swallowing the dark matter created by Wu Yaokong, and slowly

The earth actually swallowed all the darkness of the sky into the mirror.

At this moment, the Samsara Mirror has been dyed extremely dark. This darkness is like an unreachable abyss, with a mysterious sense of weight and history, and seems to be able to swallow everything.

Ye Ning laughed and said, "It's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating! Fellow martial artist, since you want to drink the fine wine, I will reward you with a pot!"

The pitch-black Samsara Mirror suddenly emitted a black light, shooting toward Wu Yaokong at extremely rapid speed!

Wu Yaokong didn't take it seriously, a sneer appeared on his extremely handsome face, and he casually offered a circular defensive magic weapon and went forward.

What surprised him greatly was that the magic weapon, which clearly exuded the aura of a top-grade holy weapon, fell apart under the dark light and turned into flying smoke!

He was shocked! Defensive magic weapons are rarer than offensive magic weapons. Even if a high-grade defensive magic weapon faces an ordinary low-grade fairy weapon, it can be easily defeated. How could it be shattered by that inconspicuous black light?

It was indeed a jug of fine wine!

His eyes suddenly opened and he shouted: "The Supreme Chaos Path?! You...you actually know the thirty-six supreme Chaos Paths? No...it's not complete. It only includes collapse, vortex, and annihilation.

There are also the laws of chaos and ethereal spirits! Oh my God!”

He didn't want to think too much, the black light was already close at hand!
Chapter completed!