The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the ancient land of worshiping the moon, the Phoenix stands on the altar, watching the body and the lime leave.

Star space, two streams of light gallop past, disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

A month later, Ziwei's divine realm returns. The kings of the divine realm salute and respect Ziwei's master.

On the peak of the thousands of floating islands, Ning Chen steps forward and stands on the top of the peak to watch the world.

In the rear, the squeaking sound of wheelchair rotation rings, and the peacock appears to accompany quietly.

One hundred years passed in a flash. In the first hundred years after the evil robbery, the Terran was rebuilt and passed the most difficult period.

In the past 100 years, the kings of the Terran race have been running around, calming down the calamities of wars in all directions, sweeping away the remaining evils of the demon Kingdom, and working hard for the reconstruction of the Terran race.

Crape myrtle God, peak, from time to time the war report back, Ning chenjing before the peak, looking at the world, but very little talk.

Almost all the war reports sent back are handled by peacocks themselves. They are saints in the divine realm, showing rare talents in the world.

After the first hundred years, the disaster of wars in all directions was basically calmed down, and the reconstruction of the human race was completed one after another. Before the peak of the divine realm, the kings of the underworld came to say goodbye one after another, and the ten halls of Yama, which gathered together to punish the evil, arrived at the time of parting again.

"Good luck, good-bye."

Ziwei God peak, the last farewell xiaziyi, Luo Fei two people looking at the man in front, mouth way.

"Good bye."

Ning Chen responds in a low voice.

After saying goodbye, they didn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

In front of the peak, Ning Chen looks at the figure of the two people who are far away, and the color of emotion flashes in his eyes.

At last they all left.

All the kings left and returned to their original way of life. On the peak, they stood in silence and knew their fate. The cold wind was so bitter.

After a long time, Ning Chen sighed, turned around and continued to watch the world.

In the distance, the peacock quietly looks at the white haired man in front of the peak, with calm eyes.

Now, he has become a qualified crape myrtle master.

Time flies, the world, after the evil robbery, the second century is coming, the major star regions are trying their best to recuperate, and the world is beginning to show the prosperity of the past.

Crape myrtle God peak, static two hundred years of Zhiming, never left, the vicissitudes of life of the eyes watching the distant world, a head of white hair, I do not know when has been dyed frost.

Two hundred years later, Zhiming's whole cultivation has gone away, and the damaged foundation is hard to repair.

The resentment of hundreds of millions of creatures is so huge that even the gods can not bear it, let alone the human body.

However, if you succeed in killing demons, you will know your fate without regret.

Hongluan star realm, in front of the passage between the two realms, there is no one from the magic realm. The existence of the current Ziwei realm master has shocked all the people.

Soon, the second century passed and the third century came. The world basically recovered as it had been before the war, and the pain of the demon kingdom was gradually forgotten by the world.

In this century, the martial arts in the world have developed rapidly, and the strong of the young generation emerge one after another. After the troubled times, the great world will come.

"Boom!"

Far away in the deep of the star field, the terrible emperor road disaster appeared, the thunder filled half of the star field, shocking the world.

After 300 years, the emperor finally preached again, declaring that the human race officially entered the prosperous world.

A few months later, in front of crape myrtle peak, the golden light flourished, and the Terran emperor appeared. After the sermon, he first came to see the leader of the current crape myrtle realm.

On the peak, Ning Chen turns around and looks at the new emperor of the human race in front of him and says, "congratulations."

The Terran emperor respectfully saluted and said, "at the beginning of the battle of killing demons, I am still unforgettable. I don't know if I have the honor to learn a move."

Ning Chen quietly looks at the front human race emperor person, after a long time, lightly nods, should way, "can."

Words fall, crape myrtle in the realm of God, sword pressure silent diffusion, calm and without dispute.

"No desire, no desire, no sword without me."

The emperor of the human race has a slightly coagulated look, and the laws of the emperor are diffused all over the body. They gather madly and turn into a barrier in front of them.

The next moment, on the peak, the light of the sword converges, and an ordinary blade appears. In a flash, it breaks through the air.

After prosperity, the sword of returning to its original simplicity is invincible. In front of the emperor of the human race, the rule of the emperor's way collapses and it is hard to stop the sword without me.

In front of the Terran emperor, the sword stopped and dispersed quietly.

It's amazing. It's as strong as the emperor's way. It's hard to stop a sword.

After a long time, he returned to his mind and said respectfully, "I admire you for what you can do."

"You have just proved that your realm is still unstable. Go back and consolidate your accomplishments. Don't leave unnecessary hidden dangers."

Ning Chen wave hand, scatter the sword pressure that diffuses between heaven and earth, calm way.

Hearing this, the Terran emperor bowed back with another salute.

After a short episode, the silence of Ziwei Shenfeng is restored. Ning Chen turns around and stands in front of the peak to watch the world.

As the third century passed by, the beginning of the prosperous world and the rise of the human race.

With the advent of the fourth century, martial arts in the world flourished in an all-round way. Martial arts practitioners and scholars began to practice martial arts.With the rise of military force, battles emerged, and wars broke out frequently in the major star regions.

Crape myrtle God peak, Ning Chen looking at the world of flames everywhere, did not intervene, but along its development.

Finally, at the end of the fourth century, the Terrans once again had the emperor's testimony, which shocked all parties.

At the moment of the new emperor's sermon, the starry sky in the distance filled with black phoenix flame, and quickly swept towards the front.

At the same time, on the peak of crape myrtle, Ning Chen opened his mouth and gave the first order in 400 years.

In the divine realm, on a humble floating island, a young man in white came out and respectfully took orders.

The contemporary Dragon Emperor reappears in the world and goes after the black phoenix.

Star space, a black and a white two streamer, speed to the extreme, fleeting.

In the depths of an old star, thunder is everywhere. The emperor of the new sermon, after a great disaster, walks out tired and bathes in blood. It is obvious that the great disaster of the emperor is not easy.

Just as the emperor was about to leave, the black phoenix flame came in front of him. The cold and heavy pressure made his hair stand on end.

After counting the interest, Heifeng appeared and stopped the murderer.

"It's you!"

The Terran emperor looked at the black phoenix in front of him. He had seen him in the battle of killing the devil. He was extremely powerful.

"Hand over the source of Huangdao, and I will spare your life." The black phoenix opens mouth, cold voice way.

"Wishful thinking!"

The emperor of the human race hums coldly and oppresses his body. The rules of the emperor's way permeate his whole body.

"Don't think too much of yourself!"

Black Feng said coldly, one step out, immediately to the Terran emperor.

At the moment of crisis, the white streamer rushed to the distance, and the Dragon roared nine days to block the black flame.

Black phoenix see, look a coagulation, Dragon Emperor!

In front, in the turbulent aftershocks, young master Xiaobai walks out, holding a magic gun made of the dragon imperial sword, and shaking the world with imperial power.

"The master of the land is right. It's easy to change the country, but it's hard to change the nature. You are a disaster after all."

Childe Xiaobai looks at the front black phoenix, cold voice way.

"Crape myrtle master, oh, sooner or later, I will go to take his life. Today, I'll take you first!"

Words sound down, black phoenix body move, black flame swept nine days, swallow to the front of the Dragon Emperor.

Young master Xiaobai's face coagulates, and his dragon power rises to meet the move.

The battle between the dragon and the Phoenix destroyed the sky and the earth, and the whole starry sky was shaking violently.

It is difficult to divide the battle between the superior and the inferior, and gradually evolved into a thousand day battle. For a time, no one can win anyone.

Crape myrtle divine realm, on the peak, Ning Chen quietly looking at the distant star domain war, calm eyes can't see half waves.

"The sword."

With a sound of the sword, the meaning of the sword quickly diffuses from all sides of the world. When the meaning of the sword arrives, ten thousand swords will come out of the scabbard.

One domain, two domains The real king on the sword, who knows his fate, opens his mouth, and the world's hundred million sword blades come out of their scabbard and fly to the sky at a high speed.

It's a shocking sight. All the powerful people in the fourth realm look at the sky and show their shocking colors.

Is this the sword of Ziwei Jingzhu? It's really terrible.

In the starry sky, millions of swords broke through the sky, endless and limitless.

At the end of the distant star field, thousands of sword lights break through and come, which is magnificent and shocking.

"Crape myrtle master, you

Hei Feng felt that she looked back at the hundreds of millions of sword blades coming from the front, and her face was shocked and angry.

Yiwan sword edge, powerful, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, directly cut open the sky black flame and engulfed the black phoenix figure.

In the terrifying sword flow, Heifeng carries all her strength and exerts the Phoenix family's life-saving skills.

However, the sword flow is endless, beyond the limit of time and space.

"Eh!"

It's time for the secret skill. The black phoenix's figure shows up. The sword flows through the body, bringing out a dazzling waterfall of blood.

After a few breath, thousands of sword light disappeared, black phoenix figure fell silent, unconscious.

Young master Xiaobai steps forward and leaves with Heifeng.

Crape myrtle divine realm, rather Chen close hand, in the eye tired a flash but pass.

"Lord of the land!"

Over the divine realm, the whirlpool of time and space is rolling. Young master Xiaobai comes back with Heifeng and salutes respectfully.

"Hard work."

Ning Chen turns around and says.

"Fortunately, there is the help of the master. Otherwise, I can hardly catch him."

Childe small white coagulates a voice way, "don't know the circumstance mainly how to deal with this person?"

"Seal his accomplishments, and then suppress the crape myrtle peak." Ning Chen calm way.

"Yes

Young master Xiaobai respectfully takes orders and immediately leaves with Heifeng.

"Four hundred years."

Before the peak, Ning Chen whispered, tired eyes watching the world, suddenly, coughing violently.Yin Hong's blood spills over his fingertips and dyes his red plain clothes. His roots are basically destroyed. In order to capture Heifeng, he forces his sword to lift it. Ning Chen's body is hard to bear the load and begins to appear abnormal.

"Master, you can't use force any more."

In the rear, the squeak of the wheelchair came, and the peacock appeared and asked.

"Just this once."

Ning Chen puts down the hand that dye blood, calm way.

Peacock nodded, no longer said, turned away.

There is no doubt that Zhiming Hou is the strongest one among all the masters of crape myrtle in the past dynasties. Before he entered the imperial way, he would be able to suppress all the enemies in the world. There has never been one before, and there will never be another one in the future.

Today, four hundred years after the battle of killing demons, his strength is really comparable to that of the ancient Immortal King, without the help of all living beings.

Unfortunately, he can't play any more.