The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On Qihuang Island, the clash of artifact sounds harsh, the white tiger's claws shake the world, and the sharp awn is pressing.

In front of Ning Chen's body, the green tripod appears, and the rusty broken immortal tools shake the white tiger's sharp claws.

With a roar, there is no invincible advantage, no invincible solid, face to face.

The white tiger roared and ordered heaven and earth. In an instant, the situation of nine days changed, and a thunder roared down to the front of mankind.

Ning Chen cold hum, the hand upside down water month inverse cut up, sword Qi break empty, thunder should sound collapse scattered.

The attack was controlled, the white tiger wings a shock, immediately retreat, extraordinary fighting instinct, shocking.

Ning Chen fixed his eyes. The four elephant gods were really different from other fierce beasts. Their fighting wisdom was no less than that of human beings.

It's so difficult just to have the descendants of the white tiger. If it's a real white tiger god, how powerful it should be.

"Roar!"

No one was in a hurry to attack. The white tiger roared in a low voice and was extremely cautious.

"There is a saying in my hometown that barking dogs don't bite people. It seems that this is true."

Words sound down, Ning Chen figure flash, near the end of the world, instant to white tiger body.

The sword cuts, the light rises, the white tiger raises its claws and shakes the magic weapon, the artifact shows its magic power, and the white tiger flies into the sky without control.

"Roar!"

The white tiger roared, manipulated gravity and stopped by force.

However, for a moment, the God reversed the water and moon, and then came to the white tiger Lingtai with a sword.

The white tiger opened his mouth, and the thunder burst out of the air and roared to the former.

"Get down here!"

Ning Chen doesn't pay attention to it. He smashes the green cauldron in his hand and smashes the thunder on the white tiger's head.

The white tiger fell to the ground. In the deafening sound, a huge pit was smashed out of the earth below, and the dust waves surged and spread.

On the void, Ning Chen's body falls and steps to the pit ahead.

Suddenly, in the dust, the white tiger's body came out, its claws tore the void, and grasped the human chest in front of it.

As soon as he was ready, Ning Chen turned sideways and swung the green tripod in his hand. With a roar, he hit the white tiger again.

The white tiger broke one towering tree after another and flew a hundred feet away.

A hundred feet away, the white tiger stops his body in a mess. His strong body has been beaten repeatedly, but he still supports it.

In front of him, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the white tiger standing up again. He put away his sword and welcomed him with the green tripod.

The next moment, the violent impact sound came out again, the green tripod smashed the white tiger, the mountain shook, and the boulders fell from above.

The most powerful attack weapon was completely suppressed. The white tiger attacked again and again, and was finally smashed out without any suspense.

Ning Chen didn't move his sword. He smashed the white tiger with his broken tripod again and again. He didn't keep his hand. He was ruthless once.

On the white tiger, bloodstains appeared, and his ribs and spine were broken. However, the pride of the descendants of the four elephants made the white tiger stand up again and again.

"A hundred years ago, I fought with one of your ancestors, and you are far from him."

While talking, Ning Chen's green cauldron swings again, and the white tiger flies out again.

A hundred feet away, the white tiger struggled to get up. However, several attempts failed and it was difficult to get up.

"A hundred years ago, your ancestors only had ghosts, but they brought me a lot of trouble. You have the blood of the four gods, but you are weak and useless."

Ning Chen looks down at the white tiger that falls to the ground hard to get up and sneers.

"Roar!"

The white tiger roared in a low voice, and his body was constantly struggling. However, most of his bones were broken, and he struggled in vain.

"I have a zither called Yama, which is the killing artifact of the White Tiger God."

During the conversation, the Shenqin in ningchen's left hand is manifesting, and the evil spirit diffuses, driving people crazy.

"I have one heart. It comes from the demon emperor. It contains the emperor's law. It is the only one in the world."

Say sound falls, rather Chen right hand, demon heart appears, Emperor way prestige pressure, sweep all directions.

"I have a sword, named Zhuxian, which can kill millions of gods."

Ning Chen waves his hand, the immortal sword appears and floats on the white tiger's head. He says in a cold voice, "now I give you two choices. Surrender. The white tiger's artifact and the heart of the demon emperor are yours. Of course, you can also choose to die rather than surrender. In this way, the immortal sword in my hand can be dyed with the blood of the gods again."

The white tiger's eyes show the color of fear. Death comes first. Any living creature will be afraid, and the descendants of gods are no exception.

"Give you three times to think about, three or two"

at the end of the two words, Ning Chen holds the sword and has a murderous spirit.

"One"

a word falls, Ning Chen's whole body, murderous outburst, no longer hesitating, Zhuxian wave chop down.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the white tiger roared and lowered his head.

One inch ago, Zhuxian stopped, ningchen took back the sword and said lightly, "you made the smartest choice."The God forbids to gather, turns into the streamer to submerge into the white tiger eyebrow heart, rather Chen looks at in front of four elephant god descendant, calm way, "give you two hours of time to repair the injured body, two hours later, go on the road with me."

Finish saying, rather Chen steps to one side, wait quietly.

The white tiger roars in a low voice. Now that it's over, it can't go back. The white tiger's whole body, rings of white light, swings away to repair itself.

Little by little, the sky, the cold moon westward, the night is getting deeper and deeper.

Silent Valley, almost can not hear any sound, quiet some terrible.

Ning Chen's eyes fixed on the surroundings. After a long time, he stepped on a big tree in the distance.

The deep valley is huge, hundreds of miles ahead, and still there is no end. Ning Chen's eyebrows are locked. This Qihuang island is strange everywhere. It seems that it is difficult to walk out of it.

First the snake, and now the white tiger, Qihuang island is like an independent small world, endless years of natural evolution, already do not know how many terrible existence.

Xuanqing had previously reminded him not to step into Qihuang island until he reached the realm of the king. Now it seems that it is not alarmist.

Next, he had to be more careful. It was more difficult than he thought to find the heavenly talisman.

On the westward journey, two hours gradually past, Ning Chen steps, swept down from the towering tree, looking at the wake of the white tiger, said, "let's go, leave here."

White tiger low roar response, step forward together.

Just when Ning Chen subdued the white tiger, on the other side of Qihuang Island, the red sword light cut through the void. In the shrill howling, a huge red bird gushed with blood and fell from the sky.

The figure in red is falling, and the familiar face is more indifferent.

"Rosefinch, one person in the world is enough."

The man in red raised his hand, the suction came out, and devoured all the demons in the bird.

In a thousand days, the descendants of Qinglong, Zhuque and Xuanwu, who have evolved naturally through endless years, have all been killed, and all their strength has come to one. The breath of the man in red is more and more powerful, and there is a faint sign of breaking into the realm of the king.

In the west, the rosefinch looks far away, without further delay, and sweeps away quickly.

There is the last white tiger. As long as he gains the power of the white tiger, he will gather all the power of the four elephants. At that time, he will be able to break through the present state and enter the kingdom in the shortest time.

Two people with similar faces in different directions are like the moon in the mirror, the Phoenix and the rosefinch, and the gods in the fire of different times.

The two of them have the same face, the same sword technique, and even the same voice. They are Phoenix meteorite and rosefinch Xing.

In the west of Qihuang Island, Ning Chen and the white tiger move forward together. In the East, the dawn spreads and falls, dispelling the cold of the night.

One person and one tiger, the pace is faster and faster, in front, the figure in plain clothes is clear, the speed is fast and makes people palpitating.

White tiger wings to keep up, white streamer across, but it is always difficult to catch up.

Among the four elephant gods, white tiger and rosefinch have two wings and are good at speed. However, in the face of the law of time and space, Zhiming is still a little inferior.

Another thousand miles, plain clothes stop, in front of thousands of tombstones, continuous into a huge tomb sea.

After tens of thousands of years of World War I, the Qihuang people fought against the world, countless people died in the war, and heroes buried their bones, forming this amazing number of tombs.

Ning Chen walked through the tombstones, many of which were not even named. However, there was no doubt that the warriors who were buried under each tombstone were brave warriors who were protecting their homeland.

White tiger walking in the rear, the pace is also a lot of light, the spirit of the beast, let it understand, here, not blasphemous.

In front of the sea of tombs, a huge stone tomb appears, just like a palace on earth. There are many buildings in it.

After tens of thousands of years, the stone tomb was covered with moss. Ning Chen stepped forward, thought for a moment, and stepped into it.

The gate of the stone tomb has been destroyed. It is obvious that people have been here before him.

The inheritance of the Qihuang people is rare in the world. It is not strange that someone came to seek their fate.

In the stone tomb, the light is dim and almost invisible. Ning Chen takes out a night pearl to illuminate the road ahead.

The white tiger curiously looked at the bead in the hand of the person in front of him, and the color of interest appeared in his eyes. He wrote it down secretly, without making a sound.

Ning Chen doesn't notice the abnormality of the white tiger. He breaks into the divine prohibition in the middle of the white tiger's eyebrows. Only when the white tiger's heart revolts will he warn. At other times, there won't be any change.

The stone tomb is huge. It turns nine times and ten times. I don't know how long I've been walking. It seems that one person and one tiger are still spinning around. It's hard to see anything unusual.

Suddenly, in front of the wind blowing, cold, white tiger a white hair immediately burst, eyes staring at the front, ready to move at any time.

"Don't be nervous, it's Yin Ling."

Ning Chen looks at the white virtual shadow floating in front of him. There is congealing color in his eyes. He has seen it more than once. There is no big threat. The reason is a mystery.

The white tiger opened his mouth, and a flash of lightning came out. Suddenly, dozens of ghosts in front of him were immediately purified, and even the embers were left.Ning Chen didn't pay attention to it and continued to go forward. The spirit of Yin just now was not formed after the death of a hundred tribes, but a human race.

In this way, there were Terrans in this stone tomb, and even there were Terrans buried in this stone tomb.

Are Qihuang people also human?

What's the real reason for the destruction of the Qihuang people by all the ethnic groups? Is it true that, as Xuanqing said, the Qihuang people use incantations to harm the world, thus causing the anger of all the ethnic groups?