There was something wrong with my past life

"boom!"

Ancestor Ximen, whose chest was penetrated, was thrown to the ground by Ning Ye like a piece of rag.

Although looking at his appearance, he just waved his hand without any effort at all, but the Ximen ancestor who hit the ground did directly smash the ground made of hard cement into a deep pit of more than ten meters. It trembled a few times.

Originally afraid that Ancestor Ximen would be the first to arrive and snatch the Tree of Origin, Nangong and Ancestor Beiming, who were flying towards here with all their strength, saw this extremely strange scene and quickly stopped to watch from a distance, not daring to move forward rashly. .

After all, Patriarch Ximen, a living example, was paralyzed in a deep pit at this time, his chest was broken open, and he didn't know how many bones in his body were broken.

Fortunately, this is a peak cultivator who has transcended this world. If it were an ordinary person, or a monk with low cultivation, who had suffered what just happened, he would have died without any bones left.

As for the Ximen Ancestor, he was only seriously injured, and his life was not in danger for the time being.

As the initiator of all this, after Ning Ye casually severely wounded Patriarch Ximen, he ignored the angry Ancestor Ximen who collapsed on the ground and never even looked down at him.

Total contempt.

Just like the goshawk soaring in the sky, it doesn't pay attention to the earthworm crawling hard on the ground, whose life is short and ephemeral.

Because the gap between the two is too huge.

After all, who cares about how many ants are crushed under their feet when walking?

There is no doubt that Ximen Ancestor, who is now one of the most advanced ones in the world, is just an ant in Ning Ye's eyes. If there is a difference, it is just a slightly stronger ant.

No matter how strong the ant is, it is still just an ant. You can easily crush it to death by just lifting your foot, so why should you care?

Ning Ye looked up at the sky, her eyes falling on the sky.

That's where he belongs.

With Ning Ye appearing on the stage in such a stunning way, completely destroying the ancestor of the Ximen family with just one blow, the battle scene that had been tense before was now completely silent.

Looking at the ancestor of Ximen who is unable to move in the deep pit below, even though they are enemies who want to devour each other, but seeing the powerful enemy who has been fighting with him for millions of years without losing since ancient times, he has no power to resist at this moment. Having been reduced to such a state, the ancestors Nangong and Beiming, who were standing far away from Ling Fengxu, couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness that the rabbit had died and the fox had died.

The two of them couldn't understand why this young man named Ning Ye had such overwhelming power. Even when they set up a trap to ambush him, he was still a man who needed the protection of the sword master and the real dragon. , a small character who narrowly escaped death.

Even if he is the reincarnation of the ancient saint, the ancient times are the ancient times and the present is now. Moreover, even the ancient saint's cultivation failed for some unknown reason and died in the hands of himself and others.

If Ning Ye could really recover to his peak cultivation level in ancient times at any time, then he wouldn't have died so miserably in his previous lives. Even if he deliberately showed weakness and pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger, he didn't have to act so realistically. This was not something he asked for. Is it sadomasochism?

In the eyes of these people, the Ning Ye in front of them, including him in previous lives, is nothing more than a fruit that can be rolled into a round shape at will.

And as a fruit, isn't it destined to be eaten by others?

They had always thought so, and what happened just now with Patriarch Ximen was undoubtedly like a slap in the face.

This fruit actually showed such contempt for himself and others. In front of him, it was like a group of dispensable ants.

It's so abominable to look down on people like this!

As if sensing something, Ning Ye retracted her gaze from the sky and turned her head to look into the distance, where Nangong and Beiming Ancestors were looking at her.

The moment their eyes touched, the two ancestors of the aristocratic families were shaken as if they had been struck by lightning.

What kind of eyes are those, they are not what a creature in this world should have at all.

These eyes seem to contain an entire star field, in which countless stars spread disillusionment, countless civilization eras from prosperity to destruction, all things are born from chaos, and then return to chaos again, and so on...

With just one glance, it’s like seeing all living beings!

After the ancestors of Nangong and Beiming looked at these strange eyes, they felt that their souls were about to be sucked into them and turned into nothingness. They were so frightened that they hurriedly fought for the price of heavy damage to their souls, and finally moved away. Open your eyes.

These two people are still decisive enough. If they hesitate for a moment longer, their souls will be lost in those eyes, their souls will fall apart, and they will completely die.

This feeling is like a question that Chu Ran once asked his third brother Nangong Ritian a long time ago: How big is the gap between himself, the sword master and the proud dragon? If they fight, he will be in their hands. How long can it last?

Nangong Ritian's answer was, these two big guys, just look at you and you will die.

If this sentence comes true for Ning Ye.

He just glanced at the two ancestors very casually, and they couldn't bear it and almost died.

You must know that these ancestors are the most powerful people at the pinnacle of cultivation in the world, but they cannot bear even this glance. If they were other ordinary monks, the result would be completely self-evident.

So speaking of it, Patriarch Ximen was really not unjustly hurt at all.

Although he escaped death, the forced escape from the image in Ning Ye's eyes also caused heavy damage to the souls of the ancestors Nangong and Beiming. Although on the surface, they did not look as miserable as the ancestor Ximen who is still lying in the pit. But in reality, the three of them are evenly matched.

The ancestors of Nangong and Beiming, who were originally prepared to wait and see the situation and look for the right opportunity, had just wandered out of the ghost gate and were so frightened that they did not dare to stay here anymore, for fear that the extremely weird Ning Ye would really Take action against both of them.

The two of them ran away frantically as fast as they could in their lives. At this time, they only regretted that they could not grow eight pairs of wings and quickly left this terrifying place of right and wrong.

Ning Ye watched them flee, but did not take action to stop them, or to be more precise, she simply didn't bother to do such a thing.

If he really wanted these two people to die, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, even if they left this world, it would be useless, they could still be crushed with just one thought.

Because this realm is his property.

After the two left, Ning Ye turned his attention to the sword master who had been standing not far in front of him since the beginning, looking at him.

As the master of the endless realm including this world, he can easily understand many things at this time.

For example, the ancestors of Ximen just now, and the ancestors of Nangong and Beiming just now. Although Ning Ye didn't know who these three ants were, he could sense their unkind intentions towards him.

Therefore, Ning Ye took action and looked at them.

But Ning Ye couldn't sense the unkindness of the strange white-haired boy standing in front of her, holding a wooden sword and staring at her.

On the contrary, he could feel that the eyes of the white-haired boy with a wooden sword looking at him were filled with many things that he did not understand.

And this kind of thing, among humans, is called "love".