"Divine Son Yi Hong, what kind of Dharma treasure is that wooden stick?"
Although he regretted it, Divine Son Yuanba didn't lose his mind.
He turned to look at Divine Son Yi Hong and asked, "Why don't I feel like it's a Heavenly Treasure?"
"You're right. It's not a Heavenly Treasure."
Divine Son Yi Hong nodded and said, "I still don't know what it's made of."
"How about this, give me the wooden stick and you can have Ning Hai and Mu Yunshan."
Divine Son Yuanba rolled his eyes and suddenly said.
Divine Son Yuanba's meaning was clear. He wanted the wooden stick and wanted it.
As for Ning Hai, he didn't mind giving it up.
After all, there was a War God Body in a high-level plane. There was no need for him to bother with Ning Hai.
"You really want that wooden stick?"
Divine Son Yi Hong suddenly looked at Divine Son Yuanba and said with interest, "I can trade with you, but I hope you won't regret it later."
"Regret? What a joke. I, Yuanba, have never regretted it! "
Divine Son Yuanba raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Since you've given me the wooden stick, then you don't need to participate in the following battle. I can settle it myself."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Divine Son Yuanba stomped the ground and rushed towards Ning Hai and Mu Yunshan.
Divine Son Yuanba really wanted Ning Hai's wooden stick, so he started attacking crazily after discussing it with Divine Son Yi Hong.
"Take a step back."
Ning Hai already knew Divine Son Yuanba would attack. He protected Mu Yunshan behind him and gripped the wooden stick tightly in his right hand, glaring at Divine Son Yuanba.
Divine Son Yuanba was strong, but he had an extremely special wooden stick.
The current situation was clear. With the stick in hand, the world was his.
"Yuanba Fist!"
Divine Son Yuanba came to Ning Hai's side in the blink of an eye and punched at Ning Hai's head with violent Essence Qi.
Divine Son Yuanba's punch was heavy. If Ning Hai was unlucky enough to be hit, he would die on the spot.
After all, Ning Hai only had the power of six Great Paths, while Divine Son Yuanba had much more than him.
"Go!"
At the critical moment, Ning Hai waved the wooden stick in the air and collided with Divine Son Yuanba's fist.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out as two figures retreated in unison.
Puchi!
Blood spurted out of his mouth. Ning Hai's right hand tightly gripped the wooden stick. The violent tearing force caused blood to flow out of his purlicue.
On the other hand, although Divine Son Yuanba had also retreated, he was clearly much better than Ning Hai.
"Hand over the wooden rod, and I can spare your worthless life!"
God Son Yuan Ba looked at Ning Hai coldly and said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
"Humph! If you have the ability, come and get it yourself. "
Ning Hai snorted coldly, not backing down at all.
Although Yuanba God Son was very strong, Ning Hai had the mysterious wooden stick in his hand. He would definitely not be defeated in a short period of time.
In Ning Hai's opinion, relying on the mysterious wooden stick, it would not be a problem for him to persist for a few minutes.
"Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but one's own sins cannot be forgiven!"
Divine Son Yuan Ba's eyes shot out a beam of light. Then, he stomped on the ground and charged forward once more.
This time, God Son Yuanba was determined to snatch the mysterious wooden stick no matter what!
Whoosh!
What happened in front of the Myriad Devil Ridge, Ning Yue was not very clear.
At this time, his right hand grabbed the white-robed old man and was currently rushing towards the Myriad Devil Ridge at full speed.
Ning Yue's speed was very fast. As for the Dark Emperor, Ning Lu, and the rest behind him, they had long disappeared without a trace.
"Faster, faster!"
As Ning Yue was worried about Mu Yunshan's and Ning Hai's safety, he continuously increased his speed.
Following the increase in speed, the white-robed old man faintly could not hold on anymore.
Although the white-robed old man had peak half-step Heaven Immortal cultivation, he did not have the power of Great Dao on his body.
It could be said that under Ning Yue's horrifying speed, even martial artists who possessed a strand of the power of Great Dao might not be able to persist, let alone the white-robed old man.
If not for Ning Yue displaying his protective true essence to wrap around the white-robed old man, the white-robed old man would have long turned into nothingness at this time.
Whoosh!
After advancing at full speed for a period of time, Ning Yue suddenly stopped.
"Who!"
Staring at the void in front of him, Ning Yue said coldly.
"Old man, let me ask you. Do you know …"
The void split open and a young martial artist slowly walked out of the void.
This young martial artist first stared at the white-robed old man, then his eyes fell on Ning Yue.
"Eh? You also have a strand of the power of Great Dao on you. "
The young martial artist stared at Ning Yue and asked, "When you came from the City of Demons, did you see God Wu from the Sacred Divine Palace?"
The power of Great Dao on Ning Yue could be fused or dispersed.
At this time, he had fused all six strands of the power of Great Dao together. Therefore, in the eyes of the young martial artist, he only had one strand of the power of Great Dao.
"You are looking for God Wu? Who are you then? "
Ning Yue originally did not want to care about this young martial artist, but when he heard the young martial artist's words, he could not help but say, "Could it be that you are also from the Sacred Divine Palace?"
"Brat, wipe your dog eyes and take a look. I am God Ming from the Sacred Divine Palace. My strength is much stronger than God Wu's … What do you want?!"
Before God Ming's words of praise for himself had even ended, his eyes widened and he said in surprise.
Without a doubt, when Ning Yue heard that God Ming was from the Sacred Divine Palace, he did not say a word and immediately decided to attack.
Anyway, he and the people from the Sacred Divine Palace were already incompatible like fire and water. When he saw the God Son of the Sacred Divine Palace again, he naturally would not hold back.
"Brat, you are courting death!"
Looking at Ning Yue who was rushing towards him, God Ming's eyes widened and he instantly shouted in anger.
God Ming was very angry.
The reason why he was angry was that any random person dared to attack him.
"I am going to turn your bones into dust!"
God Ming clenched his fists tightly and directly punched towards Ning Yue's head.
Although the target of God Ming's punch was Ning Yue's head, Ning Yue's fist had already arrived in front of him.
Helpless, he could only go up to meet it.
Kacha! Kacha!
In the next instant.
An extremely clear sound rang out.
Then, God Ming's body was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight to the ground.
Kacha!
The sound of his body hitting the ground rang out.
Because both his feet landed on the ground, God Ming's legs broke on the spot.
In addition, his fist was broken by Ning Yue, so at this moment, both his legs and hands were broken!
"You better behave yourself!"
However, Ning Yue didn't stop there. Instead, he continued chasing after Zhang Xuan.
The Great Dao energy in his body surged out and sealed God Ming firmly.
Immediately after, Ning Yue grabbed God Ming with his left hand and the white-clothed old man with his right, flying straight towards the Myriad Devil Ridge.
From the moment Ning Yue attacked to the moment he defeated God Ming, it only took a total of a few seconds.
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