A cloud of seven-colored poisonous mist wanders around the world.

The surrounding air and spiritual energy made a "sizzling" sound, which seemed to be able to corrode everything.

A hazy and unreal outline of terror appeared in the field of vision. His appearance made the world eclipse the sky and the earth, and the thunder came in the clouds, as if to accuse someone?

Ning Tao narrowed his eyes, but with the power of his soul, he took the opportunity to scan the middle of the mountain. He was suddenly surprised to find that there were so many familiar people.

"Um?"

"This guy is Shao Wenlin..."

At this moment, a mighty divine power rushed towards me, and there was a cold laughter, Leader Ning came to my place, he didn't just come to take a look, right?"

"Haha, of course not. I'm here to ask how the Poison King could do such an inhumane thing and use living people to practice. This technique of yours is quite evil."

Ning Tao raised his eyelids and sneered.

oh?

"Why did Leader Ning say this? Our Five Poison Sect has always upheld kindness and righteousness. How could we do such an outrageous thing? If there is no evidence, please don't lie."

The Poison King directly denied it without showing his physical appearance.

"snort!"

"You want evidence. Of the people you imprisoned in the heart of the mountain, three are our Chinese soldiers and three are members of my witchcraft religion. What more evidence do you want!"

Ning Tao took a step forward and pointed to the mountainside.

When the Poison King saw this, his pupils shrank, and he was actually able to levitate in the air, and with the fleeting spirit just now, could it be that... this person has entered the divine realm?

No, there should be one step left!

After looking at the crying Centipede Messenger below, he understood clearly in his heart and immediately said angrily: "Well, Ning Tao, come to my Five Poison Sect to kill my disciples and kill my messenger. You actually dare to be so arrogant. Do you know your guilt?

"

An angry roar like thunder, resounding through the sky!

Ning Tao looked up with a sullen face, finally fixating on the seven-color poison. This thing is not simple. It should be some poisonous skill practiced by the Poison King?

And his strength is actually at the peak of the early stage of God Refining, which is equivalent to the third level of God Refining. It seems that... he is about to break through to the fourth level and reach the middle stage of God Refining.

This old guy...is going to break through?

"Poison King, you don't even want to lose face, you actually dare to beat me up, you really treat everyone as a fool, your crimes are all in the heart of the mountain."

"The evidence is as solid as a mountain," Ning Tao said solemnly.

The Centipede Messenger and the Poison Sect disciples below all changed their expressions and looked at their ancestors with worry.

But the ancestor once said that he was absolutely sure...

A flash of light flashed in the latter's eyes. Although he was on the verge of a breakthrough, it was still easy to deal with a false god, and... his poison skills were about to be perfected!

"I don't know what you are talking about. Since you don't plead guilty, I will kill you with my own hands!"

A gigantic hand was mixed with the power of the vast seven-color poisonous mist. The moves were the same as those of Centipede Messenger and others, but the power was greatly improved.

"Poison method, poisonous hand of seven emotions!"

Ning Tao's eyelids jumped wildly, and a strong uneasiness surged into his heart. Although the old monster's strength was ups and downs, this blow was still the power of a god!

"Pure Yang Taixian Seal!"

A golden flame immortal seal struck across the sky, like a meteor, slamming into the huge hand.

"boom!"

As if a bomb exploded, countless residents of Nay Pyi Taw, the capital of Myanmar, raised their shocked heads and looked to the sky with shocked expressions.

That's...a flying...person?

Almost instantly, dozens of foreign reporters and even international visitors rushed to the battle ring in various means of transportation, sports cars, helicopters...

"Tap tap...!"

Ning Tao tried his best to stabilize his body and almost fell from the air. After all, he was not in the true divine realm, and it was not easy to withstand such an impact.

Just when he was thinking seriously about how to deal with it, his expression suddenly changed and he looked at the palm of his hand.

Seven colors actually appeared there...

The Poison King's wanton laughter came.

Inside the mountain, the eight people's expressions changed as they felt the big movement outside. This... this was a battle.

And a hint of surprise flashed in the beautiful eyes of Han Xue and Dong Miaojie. The person just now was Ning Tao, and he was actually here. Was he their reinforcement...

Seven of the eight people looked excited, but only one person turned ugly, and that was Shao Wenlin.

It's him!

"Who is this Ning Tao? Can he defeat that old monster? Are we saved?"

Wenwen asked with surprise on his face.

Without waiting for Guza's answer, Shao Wenlin yelled ferociously: "Impossible, that old monster is so strong and a god, how can Ning Tao defeat him!"

"This is absolutely impossible, just give up!"

"Humph, we all believe that Ning Tao will succeed. Since he can come, he must be sure. That old guy is definitely no match for him..."

Dong Miaomiao said firmly.

"You are right. The Witch Master will definitely win. There is no opponent that the Witch Master cannot beat. Even gods can kill him. The people of my Witch Cult are extremely convinced."

Guza tightened his grip on his clothes and spoke in admiration.

Seeing that he couldn't defeat them, Shao Wenlin's eyes flashed with viciousness, and he suddenly stared at them, with a lewd look on his face, and he pounced on them with the sole of his foot.

"ah…!"

"Boom boom boom...!"

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce. The Poison King was running rampant in a crushing manner without even revealing his body. Every time he struck, he could push Ning Tao to a dead end.

"Pure Yang Finger!"

Put your fingers together like a golden spear.

The transformed poisonous beasts rushed towards me one after another, baring their teeth and grinning, but before they even got close, they were pierced by a finger.

Ning Tao was calm in his heart, knowing that he would definitely not be able to defeat him head-on, so he has been looking for opportunities, and his breakthrough may be the turning point...

Soon, he was hit to the ground by a move and could not stay in the sky for long.

And there was a lot of seven-color mist around me at some point. Although it didn't cause any discomfort, it was definitely the old man's trick. I don't know what the trick was.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

A feeling of joy surged into my heart, but there was inexplicable sadness in my eyes. Then my heart felt as if I was frightened, and all kinds of complicated emotions emerged one after another.

Ning Tao gasped and widened his eyes. The emotional changes in his body were completely out of control.

"Ha ha……!"

"Brother Ning, wasn't he very majestic just now? What do you think of my Seven Emotions Poison? This is the poison technique I practice. All the people of your witchcraft sect are in this poisonous mist."

Poison King looked down proudly.

Seven emotions...

As if he thought of something, Ning Tao's face turned gloomy, and the seven-color poisonous mist seemed to be the seven-emotion poison.

As soon as my heart moved, the pure Yang fire in my body circulated throughout my body, and I suddenly felt a warmth, as if something was being burned, and the complicated emotions dissipated.

"Hey, it works!"

Seeing Ning Tao closing his eyes and lowering his head, the Poison King was condescending. It seemed that the legendary leader Ning was nothing special and was just playing with some minions.

He immediately raised his arms and waved down the poisonous mist of the Seven Emotions that enveloped him. If this boy's Seven Emotions were swallowed up, perhaps his Poison Skill would reach the level of Six Desires!

The middle stage of the divine realm is within reach!

In the blink of an eye, Ning Tao was tightly wrapped in a large cloud of seven-color poisonous mist, and the air was corroded.
Chapter completed!