The fear in Wu Yaokong's heart was beyond words. At this moment, countless thoughts ran through his mind, fearing that what Ye Ning said was true! If so, the glory of the Wu family for thousands of years would probably be destroyed in one day!

Ye Ning, like a superior god, looked at him with pity and said: "I lied to you? Haha! Is this necessary for me?"

"Hmph." Wu Yaokong pretended to be calm and said: "My surname is Ye, if you are not a liar, do you dare to try it on the spot?"

Ye Ning smiled and said: "Humph, I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"

After saying that, he recited the incantation silently, and suddenly, a mysterious rhythm spread out and enveloped Wu Yaokong. It seemed that a faint red blood mist-like gas overflowed from Wu Yaokong's body, surging continuously towards Ye Ning.

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Wu Yaokong, who was in it, knew better than anyone else how he felt at this moment!

He had a feeling of panic. At this moment, he felt countless vitality flowing out of his body. It seemed that as long as Ye Ning kept chanting the spell, his life would be taken away by the other party!

How could Wu Yaokong not be surprised?

At this time, he lost his language and stood blankly in mid-air.

"Hahaha!" Ye Ning laughed and said: "Martial Saint, you now know that I am not trying to trap you!"

"You..." Wu Yaokong wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to speak. He kept thinking in his mind. After all, Jiang was very old. In just a moment, he thought of the possible loopholes. Suddenly, his heart widened.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face again, and he said: "Really? Master Ye really has a good plan. However, since you can control Wu through the Supreme Blood Soul Dao, why don't you just take action and argue with Wu instead? Wu

If your guess is correct, this method can be successful, but Sect Master Ye must also pay a high price!"

Ye Ning was startled. This Wu Yaokong is indeed a genius who became famous ten thousand years ago. He figured out the key point in an instant. However, he still smiled and said: "Fellow martial artists are overly concerned. I have a heart of compassion for the same human beings."

Heart, I didn’t kill you now. After all, the birth of the Nightmare Clan is just around the corner, so why should we kill each other? As great saints, fellow martial arts fellows will definitely be the mainstay in the future battle. In the future, Ye will still

You have to rely on me a lot!”

"Hahaha!" Wu Yaokong looked up to the sky and smiled, saying: "Sect Master Ye's words are better than his singing! Humph, today's matter has been revealed for now! However, sooner or later, our accounts will have to be settled!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away for several miles, disappearing into the clouds.

Ye Ning knew that he was not afraid of him, but just a little worried. When he knew that he couldn't get any advantage, escaping was a good idea.

Ye Ning looked at the people watching and said: "This matter is over, you can practice with peace of mind! Within the fantasy city, your safety can be guaranteed. However, the Nightmare clan is about to be born, and you may also know something about it. I hope we can unite and work together.

Guard the Fantasy City!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Yes!"

Ye Ning's figure flashed and escaped into the mirage.

Just as he had guessed, Xue Yilan was waiting for him in front of his residence.

Xue Yilan smiled. She was worthy of being the saint of the island in the Moon Lake, the holy land of monks in the world. This smile was charming, yet upright and generous. It looked like a Chinese flower, which actually made Ye Ning a little bit unable to bear to look at it.

Ye Ning said: "Why is the saint laughing?"
Chapter completed!