Control The World

The tunnel was broken, and the surrounding scenes suddenly changed. Heavenly Supreme appears in front of Ning Wufeng.

"After the chaos in the ancient times, there are still people who can defeat six deities of the same rank, haha." The heavenly Emperor laughed wildly, staring at Ning Wufeng with a gaze of laughter.

"Junior, through this level, you can ask what you want to ask. The deity gives you three opportunities." The Supreme Master seems to be very happy and excited.

Ning Wufeng frowned slightly, seeing the tone of His Holiness, there seemed to be other levels waiting for himself. Immediately asked: "What is your origin?"

The Emperor of Heavenless Arms is behind his back, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and said in a low voice: "The name of the deity, you will naturally know when you grow to a certain degree." During the talk, the original domineering gesture suddenly became lonely.

"However, what the deity can tell you is that the mainland of China is still too small for our monks. One day, if you can surpass the mainland and reach Jiuzhongxiao, you will know what the monks really belong to. At that time, what is my origin, What is your origin? What does it matter? "

"Jiu Zhongxiao." Ning Wufeng secretly remembered the name.

"Then how can I pass your test?" Ning Wufeng asked, unclearly being drawn into the test by the Heavenly Supreme. He was still foggy.

"No, it's not my test, but your own training. If you defeat yourself, you will have the power to overcome everything." The Supreme Master did not take a special look at Ning Wufeng.

After all these years, his patience and divine power are almost consumed. He thought that even if he had reached the last level of the monk, he wouldn't bother to say a few words.

Now, a young monk who just broke through the first test made him ecstatic.

"You need to know that you have embarked on the road to cultivation. The long road is long. All challenges are tests for yourself. If you have enough skills, you can pass the tests to a higher level. Failure may be death."

There is a chill in the voice of the Supreme Master. Ning Wufeng chuckled in his heart.

"Like a gun in your hand, what is a gun? The King of Hundred Soldiers. The gun is like a dragon. Wherever you go, you can't win the king because of its sharp edge."

"Overcome yourself?" Ning Wufeng's originally confused eyes flashed a clear light, practicing pure yang guns for so many days. The words of the Supreme Master are like drinking with a bang, which makes him a little more enlightened.

The gun, in your hand, is unyielding in the end!

"Come on, the second test." Ning Wufeng said lightly, the whole person's momentum has become a lot converged, like a spear fired with the same handle.

"You still have a chance to ask a question, don't continue to ask?" Said Heavenly Supreme lightly.

Ning Wufeng shook his head gently.

There is a smile on the face of the Supreme Master Shuibo, and he nodded gently. With a wave of the sleeve robe, five green beans suddenly appeared in front of him.

He took a little hand and whispered softly, and the green beans exploded instantly, turning into five blue armored soldiers. The two held the battle axe in their hands, and the three held a large gun horizontally.

"Roar. Five of my brothers can finally come out again." The head of the green armored warrior screamed with horns on his head, roaring with excitement, seeing Ning Wufeng moment, smile instantly freeze.

"Haha, it turned out to be a cowardly young man with a thin skin and tender meat. I can't handle it. What should I do?"

"Haha." The blue armored soldier behind him laughed in unison, a little smug.

"Only by myself, I can pinch this little baby with one hand. Unfortunately, I am too small to dare to accept the challenge. I want to inherit the inheritance of the Supreme Lord, haha."

"Green beans are armored."

The five of them drank together, and a pair of ancient blue armor appeared on their bodies. A dazzling totem is drawn on the armor, shining blue. The green light was united, and a blue python aura emerged above them.

The blue python yelled in the sky, and the rolling spirits around it were insanely devoured into the bodies of the five blue armored generals. Their huge figures were even more sloppy and their momentum was much stronger.

"Ling Shen Jiawei." Ning Wufeng said in shock.

The Spirit-God Stomach can be worn with shared spiritual power and common perception, connecting the wearers of the same Spirit-God Stomach together, greatly improving the wearer's strength. This kind of spirit **** stomach is extremely rare.

This stomach is very common among the guarding relatives of major families. However, there are three sets of stomachs that have reached the level of magical artifacts.

"Haha, baby, let's bear to death, it won't hurt." The Qingjia warrior grinned, smiled recklessly, his face was extremely embarrassed.

One person rushed towards Ning Wufeng, and the other four surrounded him from all directions. The speed was extremely fast, like lightning.

Ning Wufeng had a long rifle in his hand, his face fainted: "The strength of these five Green Armored Warriors is comparable to that of a monk in the realm of knowledge. After being connected by the Spiritual Armor Stomach, the strength is even more terrible. Compared with the previous six Respecting the demon is even more powerful. It is a bit troublesome now. "

Immediately, his consciousness was released, his body fluttered out, and he passed through the siege of five blue armored warriors like green smoke, sweeping away.

"Want to run." The Qingjia battle roared loudly into a streamer, and punched Ning Wufeng's back with a punch.

"Fast speed." Ning Wufeng was secretly surprised, turned abruptly in the air, broke the stab of the army gun, and shot in a purely positive style—the rising sun burst out. A dazzling light emerged from the tip of the gun, and suddenly banged on the shoulders of the blue armor.

With a loud bang, it burst into strength. But even the skin of the Qingjia generals was not torn. Ning Wufeng frowned and flickered, avoiding the powerful punch of the Qingjia Warrior.

"Haha, we can't even break our defenses, don't we obey?" The Qingjia warrior smiled wryly, the blue muscles on his face wandering like thin snakes, and shivered.

Five Zhanjia battles will besiege together, and the sky's fists will scream. Ning Wufeng pulled out with a shot, the spiritual power in the two spirit veins erupted, banged, and blasted out one of the young armors.

He rolled a few times on the ground, snorted, spit, and hated: "This boy is so powerful. I look down on you. But this attack, even my defense. Break open, still want to deal with the five of us together? "

He smirked, and his body stood up, like a shell blasting at Ning Wufeng.

Because of the existence of the spirit **** Jiawei. Ning Wufeng shot the Qingjia Warrior in one shot, but the power consumed was actually the force of five people.

He also had numbness in his hands, tearing his tiger's mouth, seeping blood and blood.

Without waiting for him to adjust, the five boxing tiger fists have come forward.

"Pure Yang Shootout-Kaiyang Style!"

With a bang, Ning Wufeng's broken gun burst out. The spiritual power of the gunpoint screaming was as eye-catching as the sun noon, and banged on the neck of a blue armored general. The dazzling white light was harvested like countless sharp blades, and a wound was wrung on the neck of the Qingjia warrior in an instant.

"So powerful." Five Qingjia wars stopped at the same time, looking at each other. Said the armored soldier who was injured by Ning Wufeng.

A cloud of glaucoma flowed between the five, and the blink of an eye healed his wound.

"It's still a lot worse." Ning Wufeng didn't have time to pay attention to what the five Qingjia warriors would say, his brows froze and whispered.

Pure Yang shooting-Kaiyang style, can be said to be his strongest attack method. But only torn open the defense of the Qingjia generals.

No, this gun power seems to be missing something? Ning Wufeng's strong sense of keenness noticed just a moment ago that when the gun exploded, a flash of aura appeared in his mind, which was fleeting.

It was short-lived, but it was that brief moment that allowed him to reach a state of ecstasy and instantly tore the defense of the Qingjia War God.

What exactly is this power?

Did not wait for him to think carefully. Five Qingjia battle generals have already joined forces to attack, and the fist of the outrageous blast is exciting. Ning Wufeng exerts his consciousness to the extreme. The pure Yang gun will move with his heart. In the setting sun, a series of attacks prevented him from leaking.

The gun exploded, and the Qingjia War God could not be attacked for a long time.

"No, that's how the gun was fired." Ning Wufeng closed his eyes, perceiving everything around him with his divine sense, and the gun spattered wildly.

"It's still wrong, it feels a little worse."

"Yes, it seems a little bit."

"Still not right."

As he fluttered his spear, he thought about the attack and his previous feelings. That feeling is always worse.

Bang bang ...

The fists of the Qingjia War God blasted in the gunfire intertwined around Ning Wufeng. Each time his fist blasted out, Ning Wufeng's spiritual power was sharply worn away.

However, as he kept thinking, Ning Wufeng's marksmanship slowly grew from obscure to round.

"What is a gun? The King of Hundred Soldiers. The gun comes out like a dragon. Wherever he goes, no one can win the king because of his sharp edge."

Suddenly thinking of the words of the Heavenly Supreme Master, he murmured, "The gun is like a dragon.

Suddenly, the eyes brightened, and the whole person suddenly realized. It turned out that the word of the Supreme Master was just to wake him up.

He made him strong, Dongfeng Fushangang. The hills are stable, why is Dongfeng strong?

That means it!

Ning Wufeng suddenly brightened his eyes, combined with the life experience of the previous life, suddenly bright, as if he was initiating. The broken gun in his hand was immediately more rounded and powerful.

The spiritual power erupted from the gunman's arm also instantly became spiritual and extremely sharp.

what!

A Qingjia battle was slid to the arm by Ning Wufeng with a shot, and the defense was torn instantly, and blood spewed.

The rest of the four blue armored soldiers were repelled by Ning Wufeng three shots without exception.

Bang bang ...

Five loud bangs, five turquoise armor burst their bodies instantly. It was reconstituted into five green beans, and was then scattered in the air.

When Ning Wufeng's broken army gun was closed, a sharp faintness disappeared in the eyes, and the whole person stood between the sky like a sharp gun.

"That's right, I finally realized it." The Supreme Master laughed, and then his voice was cold.

Between words, the surrounding environment changed again ...