Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 183

"Damn, why is his strength so powerful?"

Patriarch Guangming secretly resented. Seeing Nie Feng getting more and more courageous, he felt extremely aggrieved. He has ruled the world for hundreds of thousands of years, but was defeated by a rising star.

Shame!
In addition, he also felt a strong sense of crisis. Once he lost to Nie Feng, the Bright Court would be in danger.

Although he has retreated behind the scenes, he still has deep feelings for the Guangming Shenting created by himself.

"Defeat!"

Nie Feng held his battle sword and followed closely behind. A few inches of space close to his body was covered with scarlet, which was a strong murderous aura, and it also represented his killing intent towards Patriarch Guangming.

The power of darkness is intertwined!

A sword energy that was so terrifying that it could almost split the universe into two emerged, entangled with the power of the law of light and darkness, and destroyed everything.

"You can't go head-to-head!"

Patriarch Guangming's pupils shrank slightly, and he wanted to retreat.

After all, he is old and doesn't have the effort he had when he was young. When he sensed the danger, the first thing he thought of was not how to crack it, but how to escape.

"Bright Void Escape!"

Patriarch Guangming shouted secretly, and a phantom appeared behind him, with a pair of wings, flapping slightly, shuttling through the empty space.

In an instant, he disappeared!

boom!
The sword energy fell into the air and hit the ground.

On the vast plain, a gap of ten thousand zhang appeared. Hot magma continuously emerged from the ground, forming billowing black smoke, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfuric acid.

"Running really fast!"

Nie Feng floated in the air, sneered disdainfully, turned around and flew towards the barracks, a second-rank holy king was about to escape, but he couldn't stop him, he could only watch helplessly.

"The King of War is mighty!"

"The King of War is mighty!"

"The King of War is mighty..."

The soldiers of the Shenming Army looked at Fei Nie Feng flying back, shouting loudly, with eyes full of worship. In this battle, their general killed six first-rank holy kings and defeated one second-rank holy king. It is no exaggeration to say that this It will be the battle of the Conferred Gods.

Become famous in World War I!
Nie Feng's reputation will spread throughout the surrounding Dao Domain and be admired by countless people.

And they are also very honored to be soldiers led by Nie Feng!

So proud!

"Continue to rest, and tomorrow morning, we will directly attack the holy city!"

Nie Feng hovered above the camp, commanded loudly, and fell into the central tent.

"General, your wine!"

A general held the wine that Nie Feng put on the table before going to battle, and saluted respectfully, his eyes were fanatical and pious, like a pilgrim.

To them, Nie Feng is a god!
"Everyone raise your glass, drink together, and wish us a successful tomorrow!"

Nie Feng took the wine glass, raised it high, and said to the generals in the camp.

"Dry!"

"Respect General!"

The generals picked up their wine glasses and held them up high.

Then drink it up.

All of a sudden, the war in the camp was filled with anger, like a fierce tiger about to roar across the world.

On this day, the Shenming Army lived a very comfortable life.

However, the court of Guangming Shenting fell into deathly silence. The holy city that had just undergone a coup seemed to lose all its luster, the government and the public were silent, and the people lost their voices.

"Old Ancestor, that thief Nie Feng is coming tomorrow!"

In the palace, Minglong bowed, holding information in his hand, with an extremely ugly expression.

These two days have been full of dramatic changes for him!

From the joy of seeing the Liushen slaves to the fear of the defeat of the Guangming Patriarch.

The Patriarch Guangming of the Second Rank Saint King is no match for Nie Feng, so who in the entire God Court can defeat the enemy?
"Nie Feng's power contains the power of light and the power of darkness. The two powers complement each other, especially the power of darkness. It just restrains the power of light of this ancestor, so it's hard to deal with!"

Patriarch Guangming sat in the first place and said calmly.

"What should I do?"

Ming Long became impatient when he heard this, and walked up and down the hall. After all, he was only a teenager, and he had never experienced wind and rain.

"Don't worry, this ancestor has his own arrangements for transferring the ten holy legions to the Holy City!"

Patriarch Guangming frowned slightly, feeling a little dissatisfied with Minglong. The majestic king of a country, who dominates hundreds of millions of living beings, has no city at all, and shows his joy, anger, sorrow and joy on his face.

It shouldn't be!
But at this time, he didn't bother to reprimand.

"The ancestor has a solution? Great, I will make an order now!"

Minglong was overjoyed, and ran to the side to write the imperial decree, with a smile on his face.

Patriarch Guangming sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

That night, ten holy legions gathered and guarded the city. Judging from their positions, they looked very mysterious and implied a terrifying aura. Once it erupted, it would be earth-shattering.

"A troubled autumn!"

An old scholar stood by the window, looked at the surging soldiers in the streets, sighed heavily, and then closed the window, as if to isolate the chaos of war.

Behind him stood a whole family, all with worries on their faces.

War is a nightmare for the common people!
Victory, the people suffer!
If you lose, the people will suffer even more!

The next day, when the sun rose, the Divine Army began to attack, sweeping away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, sweeping away the enemies encountered along the route, rolling their heads towards the holy city.

Miles!

Thousands of miles!

hundreds of miles...

In the evening, Nie Feng led the army to appear outside the holy city and set up an offensive formation. The monstrous evil spirit broke through the nine layers of clouds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang"

The sound of war drums was deafening.

On the holy city, Patriarch Guangming carried his hands on his back, and behind him stood ten generals in armor, wearing sacred battle armor, including the great general Li Tianwen!

"Attack, enter the holy city!"

Nie Feng screamed, pointing the tip of his sword at the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill"

The army shouted and launched a charge, a cold killing intent emerged in the void, and the space split layer by layer.

In the imperial capital city, in the mustard seed world of Lingquan, Zhuge Liang closed his eyes tightly, and a faint spiritual energy lingered all over his body, adjusting his physical condition to the best.

"We can break through!"

When everything was ready, Zhuge Liang opened his eyes, took a deep breath, took out the 'Shengsheng Pill' from his portable space, and swallowed it with his head up.

The elixir entered the body and turned into majestic energy!

"Qiankun gossip, turn!"

Zhuge Liang yelled secretly, and quickly operated the exercises, mobilizing the energy of the 'Sheng Sheng Pill', and sprinting to the bottleneck of the 'Sage King Realm' with all his strength.

boom!
Every time there is an impact, there will be a heavy sound, strands of power of law, strands of violent energy, rushing towards the surroundings.

The atmosphere in the entire Lingquan Mustard Seed World has become extremely heavy, and fortunately there are no outsiders practicing, otherwise they will definitely be crushed by the breath and suffer serious injuries.

"Hope it works!"

In the imperial study room, Qin Wudao sensed the energy fluctuations in the mustard seed world of Lingquan, and secretly looked forward to it.

Holy King!
As long as there is a Holy King, the Great Qin Empire can cope with all crises. Besides Nie Feng, there are also the Sand Scorpion Clan, Sea Clan, and Qunxianzong.
Without the powerful Saint King, the Great Qin Empire could only be beaten passively!

(End of this chapter)