The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The kingdom of Buddha, the world's first World War, ended with bipolar collision, the terrible big bang, and the chaos of heaven and earth.

The terrible remaining wave swings away, and the void collapses. Those who fail to avoid are all involved in the void and disappear.

In a shocking scene, mu qianshang, Lin Yuzhen and others, who first step away from the aftershock of the explosion, look at the shocking scene below. They are shocked by the surging waves in their hearts.

After the extreme, in the void, the aftershocks disperse, but see a figure fall from the sky, with a thump, falling on the earth.

The faint golden light scattered from the defeated, the holy yuan dissipated and returned to the dark.

In front of him, the winner stands proud. Suddenly, a waterfall of blood bursts open and dyes the sky red.

"Roga!"

"Know your destiny!"

At this moment, outside the war situation, the figures of the kings of the hell and the Holy Land swept by and came to the two people.

"Bang!"

In the void, in Ning Chen's hand, the black sword's crazy bone collapses. In the final impact, it exhausts all aura and completely dissipates between heaven and earth.

"Roga!"

Below, the Lord of the twelfth house holds up the wounded Roga, looking anxious.

"I'm fine."

Roga sat up, looked at the young man in the sky and said in a deep voice, "you won."

"Give in!"

Sky, rather Chen waves to put away ghost sword in the hand, light way, "you please retreat."

Roga staggered to his feet, looked back at the heavy casualties of the holy land army, eyes flashed the color of emotion, also did not hesitate, opened his mouth and ordered, "retreat!"

At the end of the war, the army of the Holy Land retreated and left the Buddhist kingdom.

In front of the two palace masters of the eighth and twelfth palaces, Roga took a look at the young man in the void and said, "see you next time, it's time to decide life and death."

"Any time!"

Ning Chen looks calm way.

Roga turned and left without any more.

In the rear, the masters of the eighth and twelfth houses follow, and soon disappear to the end of the starry sky.

The Holy Land Army retreats, on the void, Ning Chen's figure suddenly falters, vomits blood in his mouth, and almost falls.

By the side, dusk into snow immediately came forward to hold the former, eyes heavy way, "how are you?"

"No problem."

Ning Chen managed to stabilize himself, looking extremely tired and said, "Ai ran Ming Wang, you stay to deal with the affairs of the Buddhist kingdom. You also stay for the time being to prevent the army of the holy land from returning."

"Yes

Four hell Yan Luo Ning sound receives a way.

"Cheng Xue, let's go."

Arrange the affairs of the kingdom of Buddha, Ning Chen looks at the women around him and says weakly.

"Well!"

Dusk into snow nodded, helped the former, the figure flashed into a white light away.

"It doesn't seem right to know fate." The setting star condenses the sound way.

"I've just experienced such a fierce war. Zhiming's injury must be serious. However, with dusk Chengxue by his side, it shouldn't be a big problem." Mu qianshang responded.

The falling star nodded, but his face was still worried. In the previous World War I, the cultivation of knowing fate was no less different from that of Roga. The holy and Demons conquered each other, and the suppression would be more obvious.

Zhiming was able to turn defeat into victory at the last moment and defeat Roga head-on. I'm afraid he paid a great price.

On the starry sky, white streamer sped by, faster and faster, so that people can't even see the shadow.

In the white streamer, the dusk becomes the snow to support Ning Chen to advance extremely fast, dare not stop at all.

In the world's eye-catching World War I, Zhiming, who was absolutely inferior in cultivation, defeated the strongest one in the twelve palaces of the holy land. The Amazing World War I made the Terrans see the hope again. The hundred clans were not absolutely invincible. Their strongest one in the kingdom was still defeated by the Terrans.

Hope, which is hard to describe in words, sprouts silently in the hearts of thousands of strong people, and makes people hope and believe again.

Just as the Terrans in the major star regions are still excited about this amazing battle, demons are surging in the starry sky, and many figures are rushing by. The demon royal family sends out its top fighting power to stop the badly wounded Zhiming.

Divine realm, space fantasy, peacock Pro out, leading the divine realm master quickly away.

At the same time, xiaziyi, Xiaoyue Louzhu and luofeisam all went out to help and know their fate.

Time competition, a war, all parties move together, all people, only one goal, Zhiming Hou!

"Change direction. We can't go back to hell yet." In the starry sky, Ning Chen looks extremely weak.

"Why?"

Dusk into snow holding the former, while on the way, while doubt voice asked.

"If you go back to the hell now, you will bring the pursuers to the hell too. Don't rush back." Ning Chen tired way.

"Where to?" At dusk, the snow is freezing.

"Divine realm." Ning Chen weak way."Well."

At dusk, when the snow was light, he changed his direction and swept towards the divine realm according to the former's guidance.

In the rear, the magic cloud comes quickly. In the magic cloud, a huge boa constrictor appears. The terrible Demon power shakes people's hearts.

The eight tribes, mohuroka, a powerful ancient demon king, reappeared in the world after more than ten thousand years.

Beside mohuroka, the jialouluo with two wings on his back stands still. His huge evil spirit is also amazing.

Two of the fastest eight members were ordered to chase and kill Zhiming. In the rear, a hundred big demons with giant wings followed them. They galloped all the way at a very fast speed.

"How far is it?"

Mohuroga asked. His voice was deafening, like thunder, reverberating among the stars and reaching a hundred miles away.

"Soon."

He took a look at the moths flying in front of him. He said in a deep voice that the thirteen prince had been badly hurt and could not hide his breath any more. As long as the distance was not too far, these moths would certainly look for their trace.

Time is racing ahead, and the three forces, the demon clan, the hell and the divine realm, are trying their best to find the whereabouts of their fate, and dare not delay for a moment.

On the void, the white streamer sped by and disappeared into the depths of the starry sky in a flash.

"Hold on, you'll be here soon."

See the man breath around more and more weak, dusk into snow, eyes in the worry flash, condensation color way.

"Well."

Qi and blood loss most, rather Chen consciousness gradually difficult to support, powerless rely on the dusk into snow body, faint should way.

The sequelae of Feihong's ten times attack is beginning to show. Even the body of demons can't bear the method of burning blood.

At dusk, he became more and more worried. He was not right. How could he lose so much of his Qi and blood.

After a long journey, the divine realm is not far away. However, the fast-moving pursuers from the rear are getting closer and closer.

The heavy burden, the dusk into snow, extremely fast restricted, for a time, difficult to get rid of the rear pursuit.

Thousands of miles away, in the magic cloud, garuro looked at the white streamer in front of him, and his mouth flashed coldly.

I finally caught up.

"Kill

At a command, the rear, hundreds of giant winged demons immediately gallop out, strong killing, covering the stars.

In front of me, I feel like dusk. Looking back at the hundreds of demons coming from behind, I look cold.

"Lend me your sword. This time, I'll take you to kill you!"

While speaking, mu Chengxue takes over the sword in the former's hand, and his whole body explodes, cold and piercing.