After realizing his own path, Ding Ning's will was as strong as iron, and his whole body temperament suddenly changed, becoming decisive and resolute.

As he walked through the divine formation one by one, he asked each person only once: "Submit or die."

Anyone who is unwilling to surrender will be killed by him without hesitation, even the people in the Dragon Temple are no exception. After all, they are not Dragon Luo, they have authentic dragon blood, they are just some warriors practicing the skills of the Dragon Temple.

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Don't think he is cruel. People in the three major temples regard the worldly people as ants, and they kill people at every turn for their special physiques. Which one's hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people? Each of them has a way to kill himself.

The divine guards of the Death Temple were also among those who refused to surrender, and Ding Ning killed them mercilessly.

But it has to be said that entering the divine realm is entering the divine realm. Even though his physical body is comparable to that of an immortal powerhouse, his cultivation realm is there, and the crushing in the realm is no joke. After an arduous and bitter battle, he is burdened with

It was only after he was seriously injured that he was finally killed.

happy!

Even though he was seriously injured, Ding Ning still had a smile on his face, and that hearty feeling made him feel more relaxed than ever before.

After Wenrou wiped away her tears in distress and applied medicine on him, and the injury had just recovered a little, he continued to enter the divine formation without stopping to subdue or kill the people in the temple.

In the end, a total of 223 people were trapped in the temple. Except for Long Luo, who was released by him, there were 222 more people.

Among these 222 people, as many as 117 were killed because they were unwilling to surrender. Only 105 were willing to surrender and were given the seal of life and death by him.

One hundred and five, plus Luo Bingxiu, who had surrendered long ago, and the frightened bearded man and scarred-eyed man who were trapped in the castle in the air, there were exactly one hundred and eight people.

Could it be the Tiangang Disha, with exactly one hundred and eight generals?

Ding Ning thought happily, one hundred seven demigods and one god-level divine guard, all of them became his slaves. This tyrannical strength was enough for him to overwhelm the entire martial arts world.

Of course, although he has the strength, he doesn't have the interest.
Chapter completed!