Yan Ning had no sympathy for these zombies.

They used to be a hero in the ancient city of Huangsha, but I don’t know how many poor people were tortured to death by them. Now Yan Ning gave them a happy way of death, which may have been cheaper for them.

He Ziyin stood there blankly, and anger surged into his heart.

Why, why did Yan Ning, a little beast, insist on going against me! He cheated me in Longhu Mountain, and the purple armored zombies in the ancient city of Huangsha were slaughtering me. Why can't this ordinary person understand the way of the Changsheng Sect?

"Yan Ning!"

He Ziyin's eyes showed murderous intent: "You will definitely die today!"

Yan Ning was still immersed in the joy of obtaining a huge amount of zombie essence and blood. He was interrupted by He Ziyin's unsuitable voice and was suddenly displeased: "What? Are Yin and Yang people angry?"

"fuck your mother!"

Even though He Ziyin had such a good temper, he couldn't help but curse. He stomped his feet hard, and the huge force almost shattered the bluestone slab under his feet!

His body rushed towards Yan Ning like a cannonball!

Before Yan Ning could move, the resentful spirits who followed Yan Ning sincerely stopped him. Two hundred resentful spirits formed a black air high wall, blocking between Yan Ning and He Ziyin.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ning couldn't help but change his face and shouted hurriedly: "You are not his opponents, come back!"

Unfortunately, He Ziyin was too fast. Before the resentful spirits could react, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and golden lights hit the wall. Whenever the golden light fell, several resentful spirits screamed and their souls were scattered!

At this time, the resentful spirits realized He Ziyin's strength and hurriedly avoided it. He Ziyin sneered: "A group of wastes who are overestimating their abilities!"

"You all retreat and protect my friends, and leave it to me!"

At Yan Ning's order, all the resentful spirits retreated to Li Feifei's side and protected Li Feifei in it.

A majestic back was reflected in Li Feifei's eyes. The man held a long sword and moved forward, as if as long as he was in front of him, even if the sky fell, he could withstand it!

This is Yan Ning!

An unprecedented fighting spirit burst out in Yan Ning's eyes. He roared, and he went forward with the Mingpo Sword. He fought with He Ziyin. In the blink of an eye, he had fought for more than a dozen rounds, but he was indifferent for a while!

He Ziyin is Yan Ning's most powerful enemy than Fan Wujiu so far. Even Luo Chen, who holds the Breaking Dome Pin, is not as good as him.

The opponent is an elder of Longhu Mountain who has lived for hundreds of years, while Yan Ning is just an orphan of Maoshan who has been practicing Taoism for less than two years and has become a monk halfway through!

"Aren't you a disciple of the Wumen? Where is your golden needle? Where is your Northern Emperor's magic spell? Sacrifice it out and face me!"

He Ziyin smiled cruelly and madly, and the golden light shone in the folding fan, vaguely gaining the upper hand.

"Since you have asked for it on your own initiative and I don't satisfy you, everyone may say that I discriminate against Yin and Yang people. So... I've answered!"

Yan Ning sneered and slashed at He Ziyin with a knife. He Ziyin did use the folding fan to deal with it. Yan Ning retreated back dozens of meters with the force, and at the same time, the Taoist seal had been squeezed out in his hand:

"The cave reaches the three realms and shines on the eight wildernesses. The demons are repelled, and all ghosts are destroyed. One blow to themselves, and the sect of the world will be transformed. I am eager to attract the power of the Northern Emperor and one palm to destroy the evil! "

A huge palm shadow formed in front of Yan Ning in an instant, but Yan Ning's attack was not so simple. He only heard the formula of seventy-two golden needles, and the seventy-two golden needles actually flew into the palm shadow of the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse!

A palm shadow with seventy-two golden needles is numb just thinking about it. Who dares to take it head-on?

But He Ziyin dares!

He Ziyin, who was red-eyed, looked down on Yan Ning's Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse. Even with the golden needle escort, he had absolute confidence to smash the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse in one fell swoop!

He Ziyin suddenly lowered his head and placed the folding fan behind him. His skin aged rapidly. The originally smooth back of his hand became extremely rough, and his wrinkles were like the bark of an old tree.

Suddenly, he raised his head and an extremely old face appeared in front of Yan Ning. Yan Ning was immediately scared to death: "Cao, how ugly it is!"

He Ziyin ignored Yan Ning's mockery and squeezed the Taoist jury quickly in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he had already finished all the fights. Then, he said coldly:

"The wings of wind, rain, thunder rise, and all things are created. I am now returning to the Xuantian Chronicle, and I will fly away the divine symbol and collide with the stars. Gold, wood, Saturn and water, fire, and the magical function is used to shake the heavenly court. The first and last time the exchange is Bohui, and the Supreme Master of Taiyi holds great power. I will fly to the road ahead and follow the orders and follow the signs to quickly. The Dragon and Tiger Mountain Xuanyin Creation Hand, the commander!"

A blood-red hand slowly condensed in the air, blocking the Northern Emperor's Divine Mantra, and then in Yan Ning's shocked gaze, he held the Northern Emperor's Divine Mantra in the palm of his hand!

boom--

A huge sound came, and the blood-colored hand actually crushed the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse!

"Hahaha, Yan Ning, it was beyond my expectation to be able to force me to this point, but you must die today!"

He Ziyin laughed to the sky, not going to give Yan Ning a little breath, so she controlled her big hand to slap Yan Ning!

However, as he had imagined, Yan Ning's fear expression did not appear on Yan Ning's face, but instead saw the fighting spirit in Yan Ning's eyes!

war!

Yan Ning was not afraid at all, but actually jumped high and met He Ziyin's bloody hand head-on!

"You... are looking for death!" After being surprised, He Ziyin exerted even harder, with blue veins on his face, preparing to put Yan Ning on the spot!

Yan Ning had seen this big hand. When Zhang Daofeng was on Longhu Mountain, he used this trick to wipe out Jiang Wujue's Heaven-Swallowing Python on the spot. Yan Ning was not surprised when He Ziyin's move.

The reason why he dared to face him head-on was because he had absolute confidence to destroy this big hand!

"The Jade Emperor has several edicts to perform the truth of the Dharma. The golden light is connected and shines on the universe. My palm breaks the soul and controls all spirits. Thousands of demons and filth, and all the spirits are destroyed!"

The mantra of Yitang's White Tiger Slash echoed in the sky, and He Ziyin said disdainfully: "Just relying on Yitang's White Tiger Slash, do you want to take over my Xuanyin Creation Hand?"

A smile appeared on Yan Ning's face in the air: "Mingpodao may not work, but what if it were Kunwu!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Ning thought about it and summoned the Kunwu Sword from the Sumeru Ring, replacing the Mingpo Sword held high in his hand. At this moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and the dark sword of the Kunwu Sword actually made a shocking roar!

The next second was not the white tiger that He Ziyin originally thought, but a guy with dark body, horns on his head, half a dragon and half a tiger!

roar--
Chapter completed!