Chapter 1767: Like an ant

This world has never been fair in the true sense.
In the world of cultivation, it is the law of the jungle.
Ning Ziyang's eyes trembled, and Qin Xuan's words echoed in his mind.
The strong is respected, he has already heard it many times.
But now, he understands why all beings yearn for the so-called strong.
"Two, this matter is related to the Third-Rank Supreme Treasure, I'm afraid it will be wronged for the second place!" Xu Chuan slowly got up and said: "After searching for the soul, I will make compensation, or even double the compensation!"
His eyes are faint, and the pressure of the Mahayana peak is faintly exposed.
Neither Qin Xuan nor Mo Qinglian spoke, but a cynical voice sounded from the hall.
"They are my friends of Yunyang, my sect master, and Master Lin Xia matters, and I want to search for the souls of disciples regardless of whether they are indiscriminately indiscriminate!"
"Yunyang has inherited the grace of Qingyang Sect for hundreds of years. If that is the case, I Yunyang will recognize it!"
"But now, even my friend of Yunyang will suffer this disaster suddenly?"
He stood up slowly, under the shackles, suddenly raised his head, "Sect Master, the rule of Qingyang Sect, this is the case!?"
There was a faint hoarseness in his voice.
"My master's life or death is unknown, the facts are unknown, Qingyang Sect will search for my Yunyang Soul!"
"The universe is undecided, I will have to pay a price I don't know how much!"
"This is the Qingyang School, regardless of right and wrong?"
At this moment, Ning Ziyang's eyes were burning like anger.
Since he entered the realm of cultivation, he has practiced carefully, for fear that he would suffer a sudden disaster if he is not careful.
But now, what can he get?
He claims that Qingyang Sect is his home, and the Qing Emperor Palace is not willing to go, but Qingyang Sect treats him like this?
Ning Ziyang suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. Why does the weak feel at home? Why is there a way back? In the eyes of the so-called ‘powerful’, perhaps with one thought, there is nowhere to go.
"presumptuous!"
This sentence, if it stirred up a storm, the entire hall, many supreme, even mighty, all rose up suddenly, furious.
It was Li Ming who couldn't help but stared at Ning Ziyang.
He sighed, "Yunyang, don't talk nonsense, kneel down!"
He was saving Ning Ziyang, a true master of Yuanying, too weak, how could he ever be in the eyes of many elders.
If a supreme person speaks like this, perhaps the elders will still have some contemplation, but it is a pity... Yunyang is just a metaphysical infant, who cares about his life and death?
Even if Yunyang died alone, Qingyang Sect would not lose anything, how many Yuan Ying disciples! ?
Overwhelming pressure, like a mountain descending, Ning Ziyang's clothing, at this moment, faintly trembled.
Creak, the sound of creak sounded from his body, his muscles and bones were squeezing, colliding, enduring the monstrous pressure.
"Presumptuous!?" Ning Ziyang said, there was faint blood oozing from his teeth, but there was a great mockery on his face, "It's such a case, don't keep it!"
In his eyes, a touch of cold arrogance emerged, as if looking at the whole hall.
He was once aloof and was awed by many families.
Ning Ziyang, he has cultivated so hard throughout his life, devoting thousands of times the hard work of others.
"I Ning Ziyang, today, I retired from the sect!"
Every word of him is like vomiting heaven and earth, and weighing billions.
The next moment, he patted his belly suddenly, spurting blood in his mouth.
The merits of the Qingyang Sect were all abolished at this moment, and its breath was almost restored to the Golden Core Realm at this moment, as if it had not been out of China.
There was a shock in his hand, and the storage ring flew out, throwing a sound.
The robe on his body was torn into pieces.
This scene made everyone dull.
Xu Chuan, Ziyin, Lin Feng, Li Ming and others all looked at Ning Ziyang in disbelief.
In Ning Ziyang's eyes, his pupils were filled with flames.
At this moment, he was Ning Ziyang, not Yunyang.
China in the past... Zhenwu Tianjun!
Qin Xuan smiled suddenly, he looked at Ning Ziyang.
"It seems that you have made a choice!"
Ning Ziyang's face was pale, and he used white close-fitting clothes to remove blood stains from the corners of his mouth.
"Before, some people were too ignorant of good and bad. People went to higher places and water flowed to lower places."
"Ning Ziyang is lucky, right?"
Ning Ziyang smiled, looking at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian.
"Luck is indeed good!" Mo Qinglian said indifferently.
If it hadn't been for her and Qin Xuan, Ning Ziyang would be dead. Even if it didn't fall, there would be no place for Ning Ziyang to stand in the sky.
There are too many such things in the cultivation world.
Among them, how many people can live?
"Evil boy, evil boy!"
"Li Ming, look, even Linxia's disciples are like this, let alone Linxia!"
"Having the most precious treasure, his disciple, Li Ming, you really are a genius!"
The entire Qingyang Sect was almost boiling at this moment, even those who had some pity for Ning Ziyang and others before, and those who stood in the middle were also furious.
The disciple retired from the sect, which is a great shame.
This Yunyang, An Neng is like this?
Lin Feng had a touch of ecstasy in his eyes. Ning Ziyang's behavior was just what he wanted.
"Yunyang, you are really the same as your master, just as stupid!"
Lin Feng let out a sneer in her heart, her palms suddenly shook, and she said, "True Yuan Ying, the mere trifle, dare to do this. Today, I am the Qingyang Sect. Except you!"
Immediately, she wanted to do it, and at the same time, Yu Guang passed Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian in case of accidents.
Ning Ziyang sneered after hearing the words, feeling the overwhelming pressure.
"The evildoer?"
"You are really ignorant!"
"Did you ever know that in the eyes of my friend, crushing you to death is nothing more than crushing an ant, and even the entire Qingyang Sect is nothing but a cloud of dust!"
He turned slightly and looked at Qin Xuan.
"Please, for this grace, Ning Ziyang should pay his fate in this life!"
This action caused Lin Feng to stagnate, and the entire hall was even more dazed.
Xu Chuan looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian, with anger in his eyes.
"Niezha, don't you think that you would dare to make friends with a few extraordinary people!"
"It's Mahayana Supreme, and I don't want to get out of Qingyang Sect today!"
He was so angry that he had never received such humiliation when he was the Sect Master of Qingyang Sect.
"Yunyang is really crazy. Daoist is no more than an ant. My Qingyang sect is a third-rank large sect, but mote?"
"It's extremely ridiculous, extremely ridiculous, this evil obstacle is simply too self-righteous!"
"Today, Qingyang Sect cannot keep you!"
Many strong men were furious at this moment, and the palm of Lin Feng's hand slowly fell on Ning Ziyang.
There was a roar, and the smoke filled.
Only a faint blood glow appeared on Ning Ziyang's body.
Lin Feng's hand, in front of the blood awn on Ning Ziyang's body, was like a mayfly shaking a tree.
Mo Qinglian picked up the corner of her mouth slightly, "Crush an ant?"
"Zhenwu, just treat it as an ant crushing to death!"
She smiled, raised her finger, and suddenly a hand appeared in this hall. The hand's thumb and index finger directly pinched the Linfeng, as if pinching an ant.
Even before Lin Feng resisted, the were crushed together.
Lin Feng in the Returning Void Realm was directly crushed into blood mist.
Just like the words of Ning Ziyang and Mo Qinglian!
Kill it like an ant!