Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 1177 The terrifying self-destruction
"It's a big breath, if you dare to destroy my Ning family, it depends on whether you have any ability, kill me!" An emperor with a fairy medicine seed said sharply.

One by one, the little soldiers frantically rushed towards the dozen or so old men.

"Hmph! I don't know how to live or die! Ah!" An old man didn't pay attention to the little soldier in the mid-Yuanying period, and he didn't expect the little soldier to rush over, and immediately blew himself up!
boom!
The frenzy of explosions swept across the entire world, and the water splashed into huge waves. Some fish were crushed into meat sauce by the frenzy, and a dozen old people were submerged by the frenzy in an instant.

The old man's body shone with golden light, and masks appeared one by one, and the masks were destroyed in an instant, blown up one by one, vomited blood, and looked at the soldiers around him in horror.

The faces of each of them changed drastically, and the practitioners in the middle of the Nascent Soul stage blew themselves up, and the lethality could kill the peak masters of the Nascent Soul stage.

The water surface of the entire reservoir was like an explosion. Many platinum warriors appeared and swept across the sky. The entire large reservoir was filled with warriors wearing platinum armor.

An orderly team formed into a magic circle, and every fighter in the square could fight against a strong Nascent Soul Stage peak.

The faces of more than a dozen members of the association were extremely ugly, and their equipment was very poor, which could not be compared with the equipment of fighters in Platinum Armor.

Now it is not the army commanded by Ning Caichen, but the top ten commanders, that is, the emperors of the seed soldiers nourished by those immortal medicines.

It is divided into more than a dozen legions, commanded by the commander-in-chief, each commander leads 100 million troops, and the command is orderly.

What kind of family is this?

Why is the Nascent Soul Stage so worthless? There are so many of them?
There are not so many top aristocratic families, and even the great sects do not have so many.

Even if the Four Great Sacred Lands in China don't have that many, even the Three Great Sacred Lands in the world don't have so many multi-infant masters!
"There are many Nascent Soul stage masters, but none of them are at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. No matter how much you have, it's useless. Is this the full strength of your Ning family?" An old woman tremblingly said.

"This is an insignificant force of our Ning family. Do you have any last words to say? I will tell you to your family members, and even send them to reunite with you." Little Shadow said coldly.

"When you raise the butcher's knife, you are doomed to die under the butcher's knife. When you want to exterminate other people's families, you are doomed to be exterminated." Dr. Ning said coldly.

Ning Caichen was shocked!
I didn't expect my father to say such classic words.

Everyone's faces changed drastically. The Ning family could completely destroy their family. Now they regret their previous arrogance.

Never dreamed that the Ning family was so terrifying, even the hidden family didn't have so many masters.

Now I only saw a few of the two generations of the Ning family, and it is unknown how many masters the Ning family has.

Rumble!
The little soldiers attacked frantically, sweeping across the phalanx one by one, and then blew themselves up!
The self-destruction of a Nascent Soul cultivator is equivalent to a heavy missile, but the self-destruction of a soldier can at most exert one-tenth of the power.

1 small soldiers gathered together and blew themselves up, it was absolutely terrifying.

"Shen Yujue."

In an instant, there was a thunderstorm, the thunder and lightning flickered, and the thunder continued.

No one knows the battle at the reservoir. After all, no one can tell whether it was thunder or a small soldier explosion. All they know is that there was a thunderstorm.

More than a dozen old men kept calling and activating the talismans, and golden masks appeared one by one to resist the bombing of the soldiers!

(End of this chapter)