The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

It's too wasteland, with ancient sedan cars and chariots in the air. The powerful atmosphere of blocking the sky and the sun is filled with thousands of miles, and the pride of all ethnic groups is coming together, which is shocking.

Among the hundred ethnic groups, Ling Li, one of the few sons of the great ethnic group, is proud and arrogant. He dominates one side. In the past hundred years, he has hardly met his opponent.

Among the children of many big families, there are the descendants of the royal family, with extraordinary temperament, the breath of the king is emerging, and they are proud of the world.

Among all the kings, there are a few people who have a strong breath. They have an amazing amount and surpass all the young people. Even if they stand among the talents of a hundred ethnic groups, they are also very clear.

Royal blood, from ancient times to the present, is the highest blood of the original magic realm. The most outstanding people are born with the appearance of emperor, and there is no limit to the future.

The royal family is rare, and the royal family is even rarer. However, every royal family is a real giant, and no one dares to provoke easily.

As the time for the hundred ethnic groups to compete is approaching, the atmosphere is gradually dignified in the wasteland. All ethnic groups attach great importance to the coming of the hundred ethnic groups' selection to attack Tianwaitian in the future.

In the distance, the figure in plain clothes walked forward, standing still ten miles away, looking at a proud son in the void. After a long wait, there was no trace of winter rain and summer solstice.

There is not much time left for the formal start of the hundred race competition. Ning Chen's worry is getting stronger and stronger. According to the truth, the two girls should have arrived long ago. Why haven't they been seen yet.

One day, two days Day after day, unconsciously, dozens of days and nights passed by. On the wasteland, all the people were gradually dignified, and the caretakers of the pride of the hundred families left one after another to return to their lives.

Jingfeng will be opened, and everyone starts to close their eyes and rest, adjusting their bodies to the best state.

Ten miles away from the wasteland, the figure in plain clothes stands still, melting into heaven and earth, and the breath is almost imperceptible.

On the last day, the setting sun sets. In the long night, the moon rises and falls. In the East, the first ray of dawn shines. On the nine days above, a breath of terror falls from the sky. The boundless pressure sweeps all the sky and shakes the gods and Buddhas.

"This is the emperor!"

Seeing this, the pride of the hundred ethnic groups trembled. Looking at Jiutian, he was shocked. Unexpectedly, the emperor came.

"Let's go"

over the nine days, the auspicious clouds are surging, and a solemn voice that can't distinguish between men and women rings out, spreading all over the wasteland.

"Respect the law

In the void, four figures in ancient clothes come out and stand at one end of the wasteland, with strong breath. Everyone's cultivation is in the realm of the king.

The four kings appeared together and ordered the emperor to open the wasteland.

Tianjiao, a member of a hundred ethnic groups, looks nervous when he looks at the four kings who appear in the wasteland. They are not clear about the next method of competition. This is the decision of several top royal families and royal families, and few people know the specific results.

Among all the young people, the golden scales in golden clothes look at the auspicious clouds in the sky, and their eyes are full of different colors. Who is this emperor? His breath is really strange.

The four kings came and stood in the air. Their hands kept forging. The strong and incomparable atmosphere filled the air. Suddenly, the runes were brilliant and magnificent. Strange words appeared in the void, and the whole wasteland was shaken violently.

"What happened?"

In the void, one of the best sons of a hundred ethnic groups was shocked. He looked at the constantly changing scenes around him, looking shocked and shocked.

Ten miles away, Ning Chen looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes narrowed slightly. It seems that the competition of the hundred ethnic groups is not just as simple as the battle of martial arts.

The next moment, on the ancient wasteland, the laws of space flow, and a hundred people's figures in the sky disappear and are sent to the ancient battlefield.

Among the people, several descendants of the royal family looked unusually calm, as if they had known what would happen here for a long time.

One by one, the arrogant figures of the hundred ethnic groups disappeared. On the ancient plain, there were only four kings standing in the air, forcibly maintaining the opening of the ancient battlefield.

"Young man, won't you go in?"

One of the four kings opened his mouth, looked at the figure in plain clothes ten miles away, and calmed down.

"Where is that?"

Ning Chen looks at the different space that opens on the void, opening to ask a way.

"The ancient battlefield of blood moon."

Nine days above, in the surging auspicious clouds, the majestic voice sounded again and spread throughout the whole alien space.

"One of the four ancient battlefields in the original magic world is the ancient battlefield of XueYue where you are. The next task is very simple. With three years as the time limit, the person who brings the most Xianyu from the ancient battlefield of XueYue is the leader of this hundred race competition."

The heart shaking voice reverberates inside and outside the different space. In the ancient battlefield of the blood moon, a separated hundred ethnic Tianjiao looks up at the sky and his face sinks.

The whole sky is blood red, and the moonlight is cold and piercing.

In the space of different degrees, mountains, plains, rivers, a vast pure land, surrounded by amazing red, as one of the four ancient battlefields of the original magic realm, countless bones and war souls have been buried since ancient times.At the same time, outside the wasteland, Ning Chen heard the voice of the emperor in the sky and looked more and more dignified. In three years, this time, it took so long for a hundred races to compete.

So far, the winter rain and summer solstice have not yet arrived, which is his biggest worry. If he goes in, in case the two girls have an accident, he will really live up to their mother's entrustment.

"This entrance will only last until sunset, young man. If you don't go in again, you will be behind the geniuses of all ethnic groups."

Among the four kings, the king who had talked to each other before opened his mouth again.

"Wait a minute."

Ning Chen looks at the sky scorching sun, the deep in the Mou is full of worry, that two wenches go where in the end, how have not come yet.

"What can I wait for?"

At this moment, nine days later, the emperor suddenly made a move. An irresistible force came. He caught the figure in plain clothes in the distance and threw it directly into the space.

The four foreign kings were surprised when they saw this.

"Gouhuang, it's out of your own will. It seems that it's against the rules for you to do so." A king said hastily.

"The rules?"

Nine days up, the voice of majesty rings out, indifference way, "when you also arrive at the emperor's realm, come again and this forum rules."

When the king heard the words, his face immediately stagnated and he did not dare to say more.

Blood month ancient battlefield, Ning Chen that is thrown in by the hook emperor looks at all around empty wilderness, in the eye different color not many flash.

Although it's desolate here, the strength of aura is really amazing. It's really suitable for the production of Xianyu.

The Immortal Jade is precious. If you step on the fairyland, the concentration of aura between heaven and earth is not enough to support the practitioners to continue to practice. Only by relying on the immortal jade can you continue to practice.

However, the conditions for the production of Xianyu were extremely harsh. In ancient times, only the four fairylands in the world could produce Xianyu.

It seems that the reason why the original devil kingdom could compete with the four fairylands at the beginning was that the ancient battlefield of blood moon played an immeasurable role.