"Who can predict good or bad luck?"

With Li Chunfeng's words calmly, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little more suppressed, and everyone fell silent, as if they could no longer speak.

After a long period of depression, Ning Daoqi suddenly said: "You fellow Taoists don't need to be too desperate. The old Taoist once fought with that person. He dared to use his head to guarantee that he would never step out of the last move to become an immortal and saint, and to the same as Dao."

Ning Dao's words were so convincing that he even used the heads as a guarantee. Many masters in the hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, there are still some Buddhist masters who frowned, as if they could not be dissolved and had problems that could not be dissolved in their hearts.

Ning Daoqi asked, "What are your doubts about fellow Taoists?"

A Taoist real man who had visited the battle of Luoshui in the past few years frowned and said in a deep voice: "From a glance, even if the man has not taken the last step, he has the ability to do something similar to a fairy god. What's more, his entirely unreasonable magic skills, if he cannot break his magic skills, we will have little chance of winning."

"I have discussed that man's magic skills with all my fellow practitioners, but they are too incredible and unbelievable. Are there any false and exaggerated words?" An old man dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe with a pair of teeth and chopsticks tied his hair and dressed in a hermit.

Ning Daoqi smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, even if the old Taoist saw it with his own eyes, he still feels incredible now. It's a pity that everything is true."

"In that battle, I did have injured him, but in just a moment, he recovered and had no injuries."

Ning Daoqi's hands shrouded slightly under his sleeves, and his expression was solemn and serious.

He is over 100 years old, but his eyes are still as clear as a mirror. Looking at the void in front of him, it seems that the thrilling battle between the New Year was reflected again.

That was the closest time in his life to the God of Death.

If the Great Sui national master had not kept his hands, he would not have taken his life for some unknown factor, otherwise he would never have the chance to stand here at this time.

Logically speaking, even if he doesn't care about the other party's resoluteness, he should be more aware of the current situation and give up the idea of ​​opposing him.

The facts are by no means so simple.

It would be too hypocritical to just say that for the righteous way of martial arts, the people of the world are thinking about it. Ning Daoqi knew very well that the reason why he was willing to run for the ultimate battle that was about to start was to achieve enlightenment by himself.

He is over a hundred years old and there is not much time left to be available!

Life is short, but the way of heaven is still so unattainable and unpredictable.

Ning Daoqi's method of practicing is extremely important to the physical body, and the physical body is the only basis for whether he can become an immortal or a saint.

Simply put, if his body is intact, he may have one-tenth of the chance to see through the secrets of heaven and man and step into the threshold of heaven in his remaining time.

Unfortunately, in the Battle of Luoshui, his body had been severely damaged, leaving behind an incurable Taoist injury. Now his chance of exploring the "last move" is only one percent, or less.

This almost means that he has been practicing hard for the rest of his life, and will reincarnate the cycle of reincarnation and struggle in the sea of ​​suffering in the world.

"Fellow Daoist Li Chunfeng is right. The realm of the Great Sui master is almost the will of heaven. Now, he can only fight with him again, understand and even break the secret of the heavenly way between life and death. There is no other way."

Ning Daoqi sighed deeply in his heart.

Li Chunfeng's words of "testing the will of heaven" are just like his thoughts.

The Great Sui National Master was the enemy of everyone, but at the same time he was also the embodiment of the end of martial arts. He was close to heaven and Tao, and was the "immortal gate" in the eyes of these practitioners, and the ultimate pursuit of all practitioners who fell into the world.

It is a guiding light in the boundless dark night!

Therefore, even though he knew it was a moth flying into the fire, Ning Daoqi stepped forward without hesitation!

It is because except for this light, everything he sees is darkness and illusion.

Ning Daoqi's confirmation again caused some commotion in the hall. Even if the people in the hall were all extraordinary masters in the eyes of ordinary people, it would be difficult to suppress the turmoil in their minds. Someone exhaled and said angrily: "How can there be such completely unreasonable magic skills in the world? Moreover, this magic skills have been practiced by that person. It is really God has no eyes! He has such magic skills to protect his body. Even if we try our best to kill him, he can recover immediately. How can we fight this? How can we fight?"

The person who spoke was trembling with his lips, his body trembled slightly, his shoulders shrugged and his hands spread out, his face turned red, his expression was excited, and he was obviously extremely depressed and troubled.

Ning Daoqi sighed softly, raised his hand and pressed the man's shoulder, sending out a gentle innate true energy to soothe his excitement, and shook his head and said, "That is not a magic skill. If we want to crack it, we should let go of our prejudice first. That kind of kung fu is undoubtedly the supreme essence in martial arts, the mysterious supreme treasure book, and can even be regarded as magical powers, and even immortal arts!"

As soon as this said, a little turbulence broke out in the Buddhist hall. After the silence, two long eyebrows were raised slightly. Master Daochuo, Master Lingzang and the leaders of the four Buddhist sects frowned deeply. Li Chunfeng was still lazy, but a hint of spirit appeared in his eyes.

Surprisingly, Fan Qinghui said calmly: "If you don't see the ancients in front of you, you won't see the coming from behind. That is indeed a magical skill that shocks the past and the present, and has never been seen in ancient and modern times. Once such magical skill is released, there will be no more than four great books in the world, but five great books. And the mystery of this magical skill is probably more than the sword scriptures of this sect, the demonic demon strategy, and the immortal master Guangchengzi. Perhaps only the most illusory God of War can compete with him!"

"In this year, we have been looking for the God of War." Fan Qinghui nodded to Li Chunfeng and said lightly: "We invited Li Zhenren, Lu Miaozi and other Feng Shui masters to work together to calculate the location of the God of War. Perhaps it was because the fate of heaven had not arrived, and it was futile in the end."

Because of the vastness of Buddhism in the world, Lu Miaozi pretended to die and hide in the Pegasus Ranch, he had long revealed his traces. However, although Lu Miaozi came from the Demon Sect, he had a good relationship with Buddhism and Taoism. Therefore, Fan Qinghui and others used to pretend not to know.

Hearing that the God of War was not found, many masters in the hall couldn't help but sigh and looked disappointed.

A smile appeared at the corner of Fan Qinghui's lips, and his eyes were deep, and he said leisurely: "Although the God of War can't be traced, that mysterious skill is not unshakable, at least it still leaves a flaw, which will become his fatal hole!"

"What flaw?" The eyes of the masters in the hall lit up, and all their eyes gathered on Fan Qinghui in an instant.
Chapter completed!