The best golden pupil

Chapter 1548 The Last Gift
"Pfft..."

As soon as Ning Tao exerted force on the soles of his feet, there was a piercing pain, and the pain caused the old pain, and immediately fell to the ground hard.

His injury didn't heal, but when Uncle Tim occupied his body, he suppressed it with the power of his soul, and it exploded naturally when he left.

"Ah... uncle, no... don't..."

Watching Ning Tao run over enduring the severe pain of most of his body, his eyes were red, Uncle Tim shook his head and sighed, and reluctance appeared in his vicissitudes of life.

Nongnong said complicatedly: "Oh, little guy, don't be sad, don't cry, where in life do you not meet, we will meet again if we are destined."

"No... don't leave uncle, what's going on, it was fine just now, why... how did this happen?" Ning Tao's nose was sore, and he was worried for a while.

When he fell into the stone gate and was about to die, it was his uncle who rescued him. When Mo Laoka was dying in the crack of space, it was his uncle who helped him. Thousands of Hongmeng's disciples were facing disaster. Power allows him to protect one side.

Based on these, Ning Tao is willing to call uncle.

But this kindness has not been repaid, the uncle is about to dissipate suddenly, his lower body is transparent, and his breath quickly dissipates between heaven and earth.

"why why?"

Ning Tao choked up his words as he watched the body dissipate.

"Hehe, great power is not for nothing. This world has not allowed the power of the Void Realm for a long time. They are because of the spiritual demon energy and strong race, and I am because of burning the power of the soul, the boundless water... sooner or later There will be such a day!"

Uncle Tim's relieved voice came from beside his ear.

Hearing this, Ning Tao burst into tears. It turns out that the uncle's strength is based on burning his own soul, just like a piece of wood is completely burned up by a moment of light.

Seeing his sincere sadness, Uncle Tim couldn't help comforting him: "Little guy, look at the space between your eyebrows."

Between eyebrows?

Ning Tao quickly released the power of his soul. In his perception, there was actually a deep and vast abyss rising between his brows, revealing the power of heaven and earth.

"This...this...does it mean that uncle can still be saved?"

Seeing the excited expression on his face, Uncle Tim shook his head with a smile, and said vicissitudes of life: "This is the last gift I leave you, Uncle, it can help you ward off a life-and-death crisis, and there is a trace of star I specially drew nuclear power."

"Certainly, don't rush to absorb it, you must do what you can. As for other magical effects, you can experience it slowly."

After the words fell, Ning Tao's heart turned cold.

He didn't feel happy about getting the treasure at all in his heart. The more the uncle ordered, the more uncomfortable he felt and his nose became sore.

"By the way," Uncle Tim seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly two things spewed out from the endless abyss behind him, one was an insect armor with jet-black luster all over its body, and the other was a pair of dark scythes, which seemed to be swallowed just now. The remains of the black worm under it.

"These two things are good materials for refining, but even if you don't refine them, they are still a good pair of treasures for you. Take them, I should go."

While speaking, the spirit has dissipated to the neck.

Looking at these two treasures, Ning Tao cried, "Uncle, don't die, I haven't chatted with you yet, Uncle...!"

"Whoosh!"

Mo Lao rushed over, saw this scene complicatedly cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for saving my life, senior, and have a good journey."

Seeing the two of them like this, Uncle Tim rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Who are you two cursing? I meant to leave, but I didn't say to die...!"

Ok?
"What do you mean?"

The two froze on the ground suspiciously.

The origin of the soul has dissipated, and only a trace of his aura is left. Anyone who sees this scene knows that this is a phenomenon of falling. Could it be fake?

The uncle's brows were tangled, helpless, this question is quite difficult to explain, and there is not much time, so let's just leave it at that...

"Ha ha!"

In a trance, a woman chuckled from the deep pit.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, and Uncle Tim's face changed at the same time. He turned his head to look at Shimen in an instant, and a thick black beam of light shot straight into the sky, but it dissipated quickly.

It looks like a signal.

However, the uncle let out a bad cry, looked at Shimen and gritted his teeth: "Damn mother worm, you still keep this trick, so tricky!"

Just as I was about to start, I found that my hands and feet were gone.

Just when Ning Tao and Ning Tao were dumbfounded, Uncle Tim shouted anxiously at him: "Little guy, remember what I said, this world will be handed over to you, you are the masters of this place, no matter what horrible things happen... You can't bow your head!"

"Don't you want to come to chat with me? This world is your test. If you can survive...pass it, come to the upper realm...the fairy...the realm...find me..."

Intermittently, no more sound.

Ning Tao's face was dull, and his mouth was wide open. Although there is no trace of uncle's breath in this world, the meaning of that sentence seems to be...he is not dead!

"Uncle...uncle...is he really alive?"

Mo Lao walked up to him, looked at the plain void and muttered: "Maybe that senior is really not dead, I can feel his strength is as vast as an abyss, I have never seen such a powerful man even in ancient books People who look at it feel horrible.”

"If you really want to know the answer, whether senior is alive or dead, you can go to that fairyland to find out. Anyway, with your talent, you will go there sooner or later."

Hearing this, Ning Tao nodded with a complicated face, and touched the center of his eyebrows. The mysterious gift left by his uncle is still there, and it is quietly hiding at the moment.

I swear to myself: "Uncle, I will definitely go find you..."

Gritting his teeth and dragging his stumped body, with the help of Wu Hailin and other disciples who rushed over, he grabbed Bai Luo and walked towards Old Demon Bai bit by bit, hatred appeared in his eyes.

The latter is unbelievably old at the moment, his eyes are cloudy, his face is wrinkled like fish scales, and his skin is drooping, as if the essence has been sucked dry, and his whole body exudes the air of twilight.

"Son of a bitch!"

Wu Hailin and other disciples were red-eyed and wanted to scratch him.

But the remnants of the Huayue Sect and the blood clan had already fled together. Clark almost fell into the godly state and was taken away by the blood clan. That Cao Bin just left a vicious sentence.

"Ning Tao, I'll be waiting for you in Yuanzhou!"

Thomas held the holy sword and hunted all over the world with a cold face...

Only Hongmeng's disciples remained in this deep pit. Ning Tao withdrew his gaze and looked at Old Demon Bai with hatred. It was he who... killed Senior Brother Mo Yang!
"Cough...cough...I didn't expect that I would still be defeated by your brat. It seems that my guess was right. You are indeed my nemesis of Huayue Sect."

Old Demon White said in a complicated hoarse voice.

With a cold face, Ning Tao stabbed his thigh like lightning, and said indifferently: "This shot is for my master!"

"Ah... brat."

Another shot pierced through the abdomen, "This shot is for my disciple who died for Hongmeng."

Another shot pierced the liver and lungs, "This shot is for the hundreds of thousands of my compatriots you slaughtered."

"This shot...is for me!"

Five or six blood holes were pierced out one by one, Old Demon Bai's face was distorted, he roared in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, "I curse you...!"

"boom!"

His head was smashed to pieces by a silver gun.

"This shot... is for Brother Mo Yang!"

Ning Tao said indifferently.

Seeing this, Wu Hailin and other dozens of disciples hacked up his body with swords and chopped it into a meat paste.

In the end, Ning Tao sent him away with a fire.

Mo Yuntian, who saw this scene in his eyes, sighed quietly, that man who was once a hero in a thousand years just died, old devil Bai, go all the way...

far away,
Taoist Yuntian looked this way, his eyes flickering!

(End of this chapter)