"I, Maoshan, have been established in the mountains and sects two thousand years ago."

Yan Ning sat cross-legged in the ruins, his eyes closed, and his voice was cold and powerful.

"Slay demons and fight against ghost emperors; go to heaven and down to the underworld, without any selfishness."

The brocade box in Zeng Fan's hand suddenly trembled violently.

"For the heaven, for the earth, for the six realms of reincarnation! Maoshan Wumen exists to treat the world of heaven and earth!"

Yan Ning's eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be a golden light bursting out in his eyes!

"Today, there is a demon who intends to get involved in my Wumen treasure! Unforgivable!"

Zeng Fan lowered his head and hugged the brocade box tightly. He knew that what was trembling was not the brocade box, but the seventy-two golden needles locked in the brocade box!

"Geng, Xin, Ren and Gui, the eight heavenly Dings. I am urgently ordered my mouth and my heart. Wumen has an order to give me a finger! The 72 golden needles of Wumen will kill all the evil demons and demons in the world!"

Yan Ning, who was sitting cross-legged, pointed in the air, and the brocade box in Zeng Fan could no longer hold on and exploded. For a moment, bursts of smoke and dust rose in the basement, covering everyone's sight.

In a chaos, only seventy-two golden lights flew angrily in the sky, and golden lights were like meteors in the night sky, sharp and fast!

"Yan Ning! Give me seventy-two golden needles!"

With the roar, someone flew out of the dust smoke. His fist pointed directly at Yan Ning's head, as if he was about to break Yan Ning's head with one punch!

"Edict!"

Yan Ning's edict sounded like thunder. Seventy-two golden needles flying in the sky suddenly turned into flowing light and appeared in front of Yan Ning, forming a golden barrier. Zeng Fan's fist hit it and it shattered inch by inch!

Zeng Fan's eyes were so bloody that he watched his only remaining arm be twisted into pieces by seventy-two golden needles!

The next moment, his heart was swallowed by fear, like a flood of beasts, irresistible!

"Kneel down for me!"

Yan Ning suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Zeng Fan on the head with a palm. The terrifying force made Zeng Fan almost faint. His legs stepped on a deep pit on the floor, but he gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down!

Seeing this, Yan Ning sneered, and seventy-two golden needles roared out again, surrounding Zeng Fan. The golden light flowed, and Zeng Fan felt as if he was in a meat grinder and was incredibly painful!

"Do not kneel down?" Yan Ning stood up suddenly and roared.

Zhang Quan, who was lying beside him, witnessed all this and couldn't help but open his mouth: Is this the power of Maoshan?

It seems that the one who made Zeng Fan kneel down at this time was not a person, but a god.

"Don't kneel!" Zeng Fan had been pressed by Yan Ning and bleeding from his seven orifices, but he still refused to surrender!

Yan Ning was slightly surprised, but he knew that now that Zeng Fan would never surrender without using his power to overwhelm Zeng Fan!

"Kneel down!"

Yan Ning burst out again with anger, and saw a long black shadow appearing behind him again. The man's body was similar to Yan Ning, but it was enlarged several times. He raised his hand high and slapped it. Zeng Fan suddenly wailed, his knees could no longer bear the pressure, and under the huge force, the huge granite on the floor was pressed down by Yan Ning for a meter deep!

"Stop! I'll kneel!"

In the face of huge power, everything in the world will choose to surrender.

This is the instinct of all things. Even a half-human and half-zombie monster like Zeng Fan cannot be changed.

Seventy-two golden needles flew back behind Yan Ning in the air. The dust settled. Yan Ning slowly withdrew his hand. The black phantom behind him disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared.

"Tell me, where is the willow?" Yan Ning asked lightly.

“Battle…”

Zeng Fan lowered his head and suddenly sneered, his laughter grew louder and louder: "Yan Ning, you are amazing... it's terrible, but since I can't get the Wumen Golden Needle, you don't want to leave here alive!"

Zeng Fan spit out a miniature remote control from his mouth. Zhang Quan recognized the object and hurriedly shouted: "It's a remote-controlled bomb! Zeng Fan loaded the bomb in the building!"

"Stop!" Yan Ning shouted quickly, and he did not even think that Zeng Fan would want to die with everyone!

"Die together!"

Zeng Fan showed a cruel smile, fell forward suddenly, and pressed the button with his body!

But the building was silent.

"Um?"

Yan Ning opened his eyes and found that the building had not exploded. He was completely unscathed. He suddenly felt a cold sweat on his forehead: "Damn it, the thunder is loud and the rain is small, so I'm scared!"

"This, this is impossible!" Zeng Fan was stunned for a moment, and struggled to press the button several times in a row, but the result was still not changed.

"Bomb! Where is my bomb?"

"Are you talking about these things?"

Yan Ning turned around and saw Zhuang Xiaoya and Tengyi slowly walking out of the stairs. They were holding three bombs in their hands. At this time, the device had been removed.

"Beautiful job!" Yan Ning laughed.

"Luckily, I'm smart. Dear that guy, Dabao, we are now buried under the building." Zhuang Xiaoya smiled.

Zeng Fan looked at the bomb in Zhuang Xiaoya's hand and suddenly shouted, turning around and trying to escape, but after only two steps, he was pressed under his body by a huge shadow and could not move.

"Who said that this uncle is useless? Who caught this guy now?" Miao Dabao smiled and pressed Zeng Fan with a huge claw.

Zhuang Xiaoya ran to Yan Ning and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"I, I'm injured!" Yan Ning fell on Zhuang Xiaoya in pain, eating Zhuang Xiaoya's tofu.

Zhuang Xiaoya reacted and quickly pushed Yan Ning away with a blushing face: "Stop making trouble, arrest Zeng Fan quickly."

"When you show your love, Zeng Fan will run away long ago." Teng Yi walked forward with a depressed look on his face, took out a rope, and tied Zeng Fan up in all directions.

"Where is the golden needle?" asked Miao Dabao.

Yan Ning raised his hand and all seventy-two golden needles lined up in front of the array: "All are here!"

Zeng Fan looked at the seventy-two golden needles and sighed heavily. He knew that he had finished playing.

Zhuang Xiaoya went aside to take care of Yang Lei and Zhang Quan, while Yan Ning kicked Zeng Fan: "Tell me, where is Yang Liu?"

Zeng Fan was stunned: "You came to Hong Kong gate thousands of miles away and went against me, and you were willing to make trouble in this way, just to kill Yang Liu?"

"Kill? Are you not sick?" Yan Ning rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Tell me, where is she?"

"She's in...Hilt Hotel."

As soon as these words were said, Yan Ning almost couldn't control his body and fell down: Damn, Yang Liu, who had been looking for for so long, has he been staying in the same hotel as him?

"Are you wrong? Are you fooling your grandfather?" Miao Dabao gave Zeng Fan a few claws without hesitation and grabbed Zeng Fan into a big face.
Chapter completed!