The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The sky outside the sky, purple Osmunda star domain, demon cloud diffuse, all over the sky stars eclipsed.

The disaster of the scale clan affected several big stars of life, and the lives of the people were ruined, and the mysterious people were crying.

In the starry sky, with King scale as the center, stars wither around, and all life is swallowed by the birth sacrifice array.

In front of King scale, the hairpin of the Western King continuously absorbs the aura of heaven and earth in the vitality array, and the breath grows day by day, vaguely representing the majesty of the ancient magic weapon.

When all sentient beings are crying, three figures appear outside the sacrifice array, and their strong breath is several times better than before.

"Let's go." Xiaoyue said.

"Well."

Xia Ziyi nodded and stepped forward. The evil spirit of his whole body became more and more powerful. A peerless magic weapon appeared in the sky. It was more than six feet long, like a gun, but not a gun. The madness of doomsday reappeared in the world.

Start with the magic weapon, the magic breath is more and more powerful, a pair of eyes, gradually change the dark.

as like as two peas, the six foot magic sword in the hand, and the magic device in the eye, is exactly the same as the legendary artifact in the legend.

The battle will start. In the battle of life and sacrifice, the king of scales looks down, his right hand is yuan Ning, and his right hand is out of the sky.

The roaring and surging Zhang Yuan, carrying the power to destroy the heaven and the earth, was swept out. It was the first time in the world.

In front, three people see this, the figure flickers, avoids the king's palm strength.

"Princess Luo, you are out of the war."

Xia Ziyi whispered, and his figure swept out and rushed into the sacrificial array in front of him.

Not far away, the owner of Xiaoyue's right hand is empty, and the magic gun of the yellow spring appears. The fierce breath has the power of the king.

The ancient battlefield opened, the human law was repaired, and the fourth realm of heaven appeared constantly. However, in such a short time, the realm of king was still hard to reach.

Xiaoyue Louzhu, the mysterious master of martial arts, today, shows the ability of connecting heaven beyond the reach of ordinary people. The yellow spring breaks the sky, and the starry sky is turbulent.

Xiaoyue is extremely powerful now. A sharp spear breaks through the blood fog and rushes directly to the king of the scale clan.

In the center of Shengji array, the king of scales stares his eyes, turns his left palm, and greets him with one.

Boom, amazing big collision sounded, birth sacrifice array shaking violently, blood fog flying away, Reiki countercurrent.

When the king of scales saw this, his face changed slightly and he drank deeply. He used the demon yuan to protect the array and forced the scattered aura to flow back again.

"Boom"

at this moment, the magic sword is cut off, and the sword's Qi is passed by, and a star is cracked. The boundless sword's Qi cuts open the sky and sweeps towards the king in front.

When the attack came again, the right palm of the king of scales moved again, and the demon yuan rolled and roared.

The earth shaking collision resounded through the starry sky. The king's hand scattered the sword Qi and continued to sweep towards the demons ahead.

When the crisis came, Xia Ziyi's figure flashed and avoided the palm power. The six foot magic front waved and the sword Qi came out again.

At the same time, the master of Xiaoyue turns his gun to solidify the yuan and helps with his sword moves.

The spear and sword Qi flow together. A sharp and incomparable edge passes quickly and cuts to the king in front.

The king of scales raised his hand and tried hard to block it. The roar of it was dramatic and the sharp awn disappeared.

"The peak of Wang Jing is really extraordinary."

Attack is difficult to work, Xiaoyue landlord temporarily back edge, eyes looking at the front of the scale family king, light voice way.

"The building owner's strength should be more than that. Why don't you do your best?"

Not far away, Xia Ziyi constantly urges the demon yuan in his body to open his mouth.

"When people are old, they are always lazy, but it's OK to exercise their muscles occasionally."

During the conversation, the sword Qi of the owner of Xiaoyue rises sharply, and the breath of shuangfen shines on the sun and the moon, shocking the world.

Familiar with the sword, Xia Ziyi subconsciously clenched his fists. After a moment, he released them again.

Is this the price of knowing one's fate at the beginning? The sword will, the sword moves, the sword bone, and all the swordsmen, all of which bring up the new strong swordsmen.

Sword meaning is now, Xiaoyue building lord body movement, fast to the limit speed, instant to scale family King body in front.

When the yellow spring comes out, the sharp awn breaks through the air. The king of scales waves his hand to block the gun awn. Before he can recover, behind him, the figure of a silver gray cloak appears at the same time. The ancient sword is in his hand, cutting the heart behind the front.

The king of scales was shocked. Looking back, he grasped the ancient sword and blocked the fatal blow.

incredible scene, as like as two peas in the same shape, one of them revolve, one moves sword, and the other kill the machine. The two scenes are just like the one.

"The law of separation!"

King of scales ~ shocked, two palms coagulate yuan, shot with a bang.

"Separation? You look down upon me. "

The palm force blows out, the double body dissipates, appears again, merges into one, a sword once waved, moves the heaven and earth with the sky thunder.

At this moment, the same scene happened. Behind the king, the figure with a gun appeared. One shot broke the air and moved the world.

The king's eyes shrink slightly, and his palms urge the demon yuan together to block his body.

At this moment, a gap appeared in front of the king. In a flash, the devil's figure came. The madness of doomsday led endless demons to stab the king's chest,

roared, and the fierce collision sounded. In front of the king's chest, the scale armor blocked the peerless devil's front, which was indestructible and hard to hurt."Back off!"

The king is angry, a shout of rage, demon yuan burst out, thumping back two people.

Ten steps away, the owner of Xiaoyue stops and looks at the king of the scale clan in front of him.

It seems that if you want to kill this person, you must find a way to break his armor.

"We need one more." Xiaoyue, the owner of the building, calms down.

"Instant attack power, in this world, there are only two people, the wise Phoenix body, or the daughter of the barren City, dusk into snow." Xia Ziyi said.

"The Phoenix is in Nirvana, and there is no time to wait for its successors to grow up."

Xiaoyue looked at the breath in front of him, and said, "the daughter of the barren city is in the ancient land of worshiping the moon. Please go as soon as possible."

Luo Fei nodded, without any delay. Her figure flashed by and quickly swept towards the ancient land of worshiping the moon.

When Princess Luo leaves, the owner of the Xiaoyue building and Xia Ziyi's eyes move back to look at the king of the scale clan in front of him, and the color in his eyes is hard to hide.

Now, all they have to do is delay until the daughter of the barren City arrives.

In ancient times, there were peerless kings who fought for thousands of days to prove the supremacy of Huangdao.

At present, for the future of the Terran, they also want to open a protracted war.

"Xia Ziyi, the peak of the king is not common. If you experience this battle carefully, you will benefit a lot." Xiaoyue said.

Xia Ziyi nodded, cold eyes looking at the front, a demon rising, blocking the sky.

Over the years, he owes a lot of money to the magistrate. Now, it's time to pay it back.

No matter how long Zhiming takes, he will fight for it, even if he loses his life!

Double strong action, war, into the blood fog of the two people, all open body, shining like a meteor.

At the beginning of Tianwaitian war, a figure in plain clothes was passing by in the northwest of the central mainland in the primitive magic realm, and was rushing towards the reincarnation sea.

In the center of the sea, the reincarnation sea is thousands of miles away, and the huge whirlpool is rolling, which has never stopped for endless years.

When the cold moon rises to the East, the figure in plain clothes comes and stands in the air. After a moment of meditation, he rushes directly into the sea below.

In the sea area, Ning Chen's figure fell rapidly, faster and faster.

Huge pressure gradually hit from all directions, more and more heavy, gradually unbearable.

Ning Chen's whole body God forbids the light to rise, separates the sea water pressure by the spatial law, continues to sweep downward.

I do not know how long later, the deepest sea, a huge black vortex appeared, unfathomable, devouring all light.

The sense of crisis that is hard to speak spreads, rather Chen stops body shape, did not rashly enter.

Around the black whirlpool, there is no trace of vitality. All the sea creatures seem to have intentionally or unintentionally avoided here, and nothing dares to approach.

Standing still for a moment, Ning Chen's right hand gathers the sword Qi. In a flash, the sword Qi breaks through the air and sweeps into the black whirlpool.

Silence, still still silent, black whirlpool devouring sword, no movement, shocking.

Ning Chen frowns, face dew condensation color, good strange thing.

No wonder the eight wild devil emperor returned to the imperial city so soon. I'm afraid even the devil Emperor didn't dare to step into it easily.

If xuanluo really entered, eight to nine out of ten had already fallen. However, before seeing xuanluo's body with his own eyes, he couldn't be too careless.

Important thing in the body, Ning Chen did not stay in the sea, a step at the foot of the road back.

……

Yin sea ghost prison, ghost gas filled, covering the sky.

GUI clan, a powerful royal clan living in the endless abyss in the name of ghost, was born to dislike sunlight and often walk at night. The men in the clan are ugly and similar to ghosts, so they are called "ghost" by the world.

When the dawn falls, Zhiming appears in the sky of Yinhai ghost prison, full of evil spirit, powerful and heavy.

Under the ghost prison, the ghost gas dispersed, and a strong ghost appeared, standing on both sides, to welcome the arrival of the thirteen prince.

Above all the powerful ghosts, Yin Ji stands still, looking at the young man coming to the ghost prison with a happy face.

"See you, your highness!"

Yin Ji salutes. In the rear, thousands of strong ghosts salute. The shocking battle shows the sincerity of the ghosts.

Ning Chen's figure came down from the sky and went to the depth of the ghost prison.

Yin Ji accompanies in one side, the footstep always falls into half body position, in order to show respect.

In the deepest part of the ghost prison, a bloody waterfall falls down. In front of the waterfall, on the huge throne of bones, an old woman with a haggard body sits on it. Her breath is extremely strong. Faintly, there is a trace of imperial power.

However, the old woman seemed to be too old to move her body. She sat on the throne of white bone all day and never left.

In front of the old woman, the elders of the GUI clan stood on both sides, quietly waiting for the Royal Prince to come.

Before long, in front of the array, two figures came forward. The young people in front of them, with white hair and plain clothes, had extraordinary temperament and made people look at each other.When Zhiming appeared, the eyes of the elders of the GUI clan moved and looked at the comer.

On the throne of the white bone, the old woman is still half closed and can't see any brilliance.

After counting the breath, Ning Chen walks to the front of the bloody waterfall, looks at the ghost king on the white bone throne, bows and politely says, "younger Ning Chen, I've seen the ghost king."

Words fall, white bone throne, the old woman's eyes slowly open, turbid and deep, people dare not look directly at.