The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The holy land of worshiping the moon, the appearance of the royal way of the human race, and the dress of the world's prime minister, are of all kinds.

In front of the altar, Ning Chen looks at the visitor and says a few words of greetings, but he has no choice but to smile bitterly.

"Boy, the old man, the Lord of the divine realm, said that you are the hope of the human race. Lao Dao came here specially to have a look. However, now it seems that you have nothing special except the evil temperament." Xiangshi looked up and down at the young man in front of him and said frankly.

"I have only one-sided relationship with the Lord of the divine realm. I don't know why the elder has such a comment. Maybe it's just a joke. The elder doesn't need to take it seriously." Ning Chen calm way.

"Oh."

With a faint smile, Xiangshi said, "the old guy never joked. He said that you are the hope of the human race, so you must be. You don't have to be modest."

Ning Chen smiles and doesn't say much about this topic. The hope of the Terran is never him, and he has no right to decide the fate of others.

"You've been to the original magic world?" The prime minister asked.

"Yes."

Ning Chen nodded and said truthfully, "the contention of all nationalities is an eye opener."

"Do you think the Terrans have a good chance of winning if they go to war with the original demons?" The prime minister asked directly.

"Less than 10 percent." Ning Chen said frankly.

One side, on the wheelchair, peacock willow eyebrow light wrinkle, only 10% chance?

"Little girl, do you think so?" Xiangshi looked at the woman in the wheelchair and asked.

"I estimated that there should be about 30% chance for the Terran. However, Zhiming Hou has been to the original magical land himself. He knows the situation there best. Maybe I'm too optimistic." The peacock answered.

"Optimism is not a bad thing."

The prime minister said with a smile, "the most terrible thing about the original magic realm is not the number of emperors, but the strength of the whole. As long as this situation can not be changed, the Terran will always be in a weak position. Therefore, the growth of your generation is the most important thing."

On the wheelchair, the peacock is silent, and the life of the human race is not enough. This is a natural defect. It is not easy to fight against the hundred races.

"In the original magic world, there are still seven supreme emperors. Among them, the most powerful one is Kun Yi, who has lived from ancient times to today. His strength is extremely terrible. How to stop this demon is the key to the success of the human race." Ning Chen added.

"Kunyi?"

Xiangshi's eyes narrowed and said, "he's still alive."

"Do you know this man?" Ning Chenning said.

"In ancient times, one of the ten demons, although ranked at the end of the list, there was no weak one coming out of the demonization pool, and the strength was enough to compete with the Immortal King of the human race." The prime minister said in a deep voice.

"Ten demons still have survivors. At the beginning of the war, didn't ten demons have all died?" On one side, the peacock frowned.

"In the first World War of ancient times, all the witnesses have passed away. No one knows whether all the ten demons died in the war, even if there are survivors." Ning Chen calm way.

The physiognomy nodded, looked over, looked at several women in the distance, and said with a smile, "a few girls with good marks, boy, you are very lucky."

"Family."

Ning Chen simply said two words, no more refutation.

For a long time, he looked back at the young man and said, "boy, you've seen the power of the kings and the emperor in the primitive devil kingdom. You should understand that they can't help you to stay here. Once the war breaks out, you're not even able to protect them. I advise you to find one as soon as possible Send them back to safety. "

Ning Chen hears speech, silent come down, have no refute.

"We are not a burden!"

At this time, three ears, a simple voice, into the eye, not far away, green dress woman appeared, looking at the prime minister, face sullen way.

To see people, the prime minister's eyes in the strange color flash, good girl.

On one side of the wheelchair, the peacock looks slightly moved, Phoenix?

"Don't be rude."

Ning Chen light scolded a, called to wave a hand, way, "come to see elder generation and peacock girl."

Hearing the former's reprimand, yin'er came forward obediently and said respectfully, "I've met my predecessors and peacock girl."

The prime minister restrained the waves in his heart, with a smile that he thought was most kind, and said, "little girl, do you want to have an invincible master who will walk across the world from now on?"

Sound son hears speech, vigilantly looked at the middle-aged man of the divine stick appearance in front, hard shake head way, "don't want to."

On one side, the peacock can't help but smile, the moment of melting ice, blooming the most beautiful smile, intoxicating.

This girl named yin'er has some understanding. The only disciple of Zhiming Hou inherits the origin of Tianyu. She has great talent. However, unexpectedly, Zhiming Hou even gave her the origin of Fenghuang.

Looking at the three people's different looks, Ning Chen light smile, way, "the elder is a hundred years late, this wench, has been accepted by the younger."The physiognomy sighed with regret and shook his head helplessly, saying, "what a pity, what a good seedling."

When the four were talking, suddenly, the starry sky was shaking. In the far-off hongluan star field, the evil Qi was surging. A breath of terror and abnormality filled the air. The amazing magic power shocked the world.

"What's this?"

In front of the altar, Ning Chen has a feeling, his face changes slightly, the God of war, Asura.

How could it be so fast!

In front of them, the Xiangshi and the peacock also felt the amazing magic power looming in the distant starry sky, and their looks were slightly condensed.

This magic power can almost match the emperor's way.

"The war is about to begin."

Ning Chen returns to God, lightly sighs a way.

"Not necessarily."

The Xiangshi looked into the distance and said, "one of them promised to guard for the human race for ten years. I think that as long as he is there, even if the emperor wants to come out, he will pay a heavy price."

Ning Chen hears speech, brow light wrinkly, way, "what person, human race besides elder generation and the Lord of divine realm, still have other emperor way strong person?"

"Not Huang Dao, and you know this man." The prime minister responded calmly.

Hongluan star field, in the endless star field fog, the evil spirit is surging, and the God of war is about to be born.

The magic power that shakes the world is so terrifying that you can feel it clearly even though there are endless stars in the sky.

Just at this time, in front of the fog in the star field, a figure in blue and Chinese clothes came step by step. His face was handsome, his eyes were starry, and his steps were not slow. His master's demeanor was impressive.

Legend now, the fog opened, before the passage of the two realms, the king stopped, put down the sword stand behind, and waited for the God of war to walk out.

Not long after that, in the space channel, the devil's shadow appeared, a shadow of Xuan Jia appeared, and the magic power was overwhelming, shaking the stars all over the sky.

The God of war, the legend of summer, meets for the first time.

In front of the passage of the two realms, Asura goes out and looks at the green sword man blocking the pass in front of him. His eyes are on the master.

The Terrans are not as weak as they think.

"Swordsman, you, name!" Asura opened his mouth and said in a deep voice.

"Xia Yan."

Prince Yan held the double swords in both hands and slowly pulled them out. He said calmly, "green and red double swords, understand."

His opponent was extraordinary. Asura didn't dare to be careless. He held it with his right hand. In the fierce evil spirit, a black long gun appeared, and the evil flame was spreading.

The magic weapons are burning all over the city, and the magic power is sweeping the Ninth Heaven. There is no more words. Asura moves, and the magic power breaks the air.

According to the eyes, the magic weapon and the sword clash, and the sound of war resounds through the starry sky.

When the king started to fight, in the distant Jinxi City, Xiaoyue Chang'an restaurant, the owner of Xiaoyue who was pruning flowers and plants stopped and said, "hongluan."

The words sound square falls, the door squeaks and is pushed open, a face has light gauze woman to walk in, respectfully salutes a way, "building lord."

"Ask Xia Ziyi and Miss Luo to come." Xiaoyue, the owner of the building, calms down.

"Yes

Hongluan takes orders and turns to walk out of the room.

On the second floor, in the word "Moon", the demon with white hair and black clothes closes her eyes to heal. Not far away, Princess Luo stands still and looks at the woman in front of her. Her gentle eyes are hard to open.

In a hundred years, they have experienced too much. In fact, people and demons are no longer important.

To now, she finally understood Zhiming Hou's original words, life in the world, love between men and women, is not the only thing.

It is a gift from heaven that she and he can go together to this day.

"Dong Dong"

outside the room, there is a knock on the door, and hongluan's voice comes in, "Mr. Xia, Miss Luo, welcome to the landlord."

In the room, Xia Ziyi, who was healing, opened his eyes and said, "thank you, I know."

The words sound falls, summer son clothes astringent whole body breath, get up to go forward.

On one side, Princess Luo kept up with her, just like every day in the past hundred years, which had never changed.

"Ming" between the words, two people step forward, the room, a silver cloak of Xiaoyue landlord quietly waiting, to see two people come in, said, "Zhiming Hou back."

After a long time, Xia Ziyi gave a fist and said calmly, "thank you for your hospitality these days. I'll leave with Princess Luo first."

Xiaoyue landlord nodded, did not stay more, said, "for this landlord to Zhiming Hou Hello, if you have time, please him to Xiaoyue restaurant as a guest."

"I will pass on the words of the landlord."

Summer son clothes should a, immediately turn round to leave.

At the same time, the holy city of Tianyue is filled with purple air. In the purple air that runs through the heaven and earth, a young figure in purple comes out, and the arrogance between eyebrows is hard to hide.

"Your uncle's, I finally broke through, ha ha!"

In the holy city of Tianyue, the arrogant and domineering voice of young people constantly reverberates. One of the people in the holy city is not surprised, and no one cares. They continue to do their own things.

"What's the noise?"Not far away, the seventh God will come, angrily rebuked.

Seeing the woman coming in front of him, Luo Xingchen becomes honest immediately. Even though his strength has surpassed the former, the shadow of the past is still there. He dare not retort.

"The Lord of the city will see you. Follow me." The seventh God will be cold.

"The Lord of the city sees me?"

Falling star smell speech, face dew surprised, peep peep peep peep run forward, a face make funny Rong way, "seven elder sister more and more beautiful."

"Go away!"