The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In hell prison, two of the four kings of darkness appear and join hands to attack Zhiming.

The wings are torn, the arms are broken, and the chest is pierced. Even Ning Chen, who has an immortal body, is gradually difficult to support.

Blood dye all plain clothes, dark powerful, so despairing, light power was suppressed in the end, even Ning Chen can't play out the original strength.

Within a short distance, the God of plague looked at the white haired young man in front of him and said with a sneer, "the strongest man in the world is just like this."

The immortal sword is leaning on the ground, and the blood is flowing down the body of the sword. Most of the blood is flowing away. Ning Chen's consciousness is faint, but he is stubborn and refuses to fall down.

He can't lose!

He can't lose yet!

Knowing that all is over, he and his two best friends will stay here.

He can't lose!

"You can't lose!"

Blood stained face, with the stubborn will not admit defeat, Ning Chen a fairy yuan crazy surging, such as waves, such as waves, in the dark world, forced to open a piece of light.

"Oh? Is there still consciousness? "

The power of light is great, the God of pestilence is shaken back two steps, looking at the change of the breath of the white haired young people in front of us, a different color flashed in his eyes.

But in the dark, the glass colored flame is burning, the Phoenix Fire, the magic flame and the immortal fire are interwoven, so bright, illuminating the endless darkness.

In the glass flame, the figure with plain clothes and white hair stood still, and the body was under amazing high temperature, and the skin began to burst and curl.

In order to get out of the predicament, Ning Chen forcibly uses the power that he has not yet mastered to merge the three kinds of original forces.

Unknown and terrible power, crazy shock, Phoenix flame, the devil flame, fairy flame, sublimation, into an unprecedented chaos of flame.

The glass colored flame of chaos burns everything, including darkness, light, and the body of Zhiming.

With flesh and blood, bear the flame of chaos, the ultimate pain, let ningchen's faint consciousness become sober.

Not far away, in the dark, the abyss of the underworld saw the scene, and took a step forward to Zhiming.

The sickle of death, which is full of dark power, splits the void and forces his life again.

The God of death asks for his life, knows his destiny and is unyielding. He raises his hand to block the dark magic weapon.

The glass color of the flame of chaos around, this time, finally blocked the breath of darkness.

The two forces collide with each other, and the aftershocks erode each other.

Ning Chen, Ming Yuan, two arms see blood at the same time.

Since the war, the God of death was injured for the first time, and his eyes were shocked and disappeared, replaced by a stronger cold.

The dark air roars and collapses in the abyss. Behind him, a huge shadow of death appears, tall and holding a huge black sickle.

The vision of the God of death, shocking the world, the scythe cut down, directly split the flames of chaos all over the sky.

The God of death, who shows his real power, has doubled his prestige, and the flame of chaos has been impacted and shaken violently.

At the same time, not far away, the God of plague also moved. On his head, a huge vase appeared. In the vase, the black air surged, as if there was life.

At the next moment, in the war situation, the black air with life spreads to devour the light and life.

The flame of chaos is impacted by the powerful dark force, and the color of glass is stained with darkness.

The breath of death is approaching again. The crazy flash in Ning Chen's eyes, a deep drink, the body into the realm of God, ten times the attack instantly opened.

The flames of chaos burst out in an all-round way, like a raging wave, rushing wildly in all directions. The terrible temperature dispels the darkness and lights up the hell prison.

In the center of chaos flame, Ning Chen's body began to burn as if he were in the sky fire and began to coking from the outside to the inside.

"Fight for your life, you don't have the qualification yet!"

The God of pestilence hums coldly, and urges the dark bottle to suppress, in order to devour the strongest one in the world.

The bottle of darkness devours the sky and the earth. It contains the dark power that devours everything. It has a violent impact on the chaos flame swept by madness.

The two forces of terror attack each other. At the center of the war, Ning Chen's mouth is dripping with blood. Before dripping, he is burned by the temperature of terror.

In the most tragic World War I, in the era of no light, any light power was suppressed, and Ning Chen's fighting power was hard to play. Facing the second of the four kings of darkness, he fought extremely hard.

In this era, the immortals collapse, the gods do not appear, there is no firm belief in the world, after the catastrophe, people only panic, the darkness in the heart of the great rise.

In this case, the dark power is extremely powerful, and the light power is completely suppressed.

Ning Chen regardless of safety, but also to reopen the immortal domain, the purpose is to let the world see hope again.

Only when there is hope in people's heart can the power of light not be so suppressed by darkness.

However, before the reconstruction of Xianyu, Ning Chen had already met the most powerful dark four heavenly kings in the dark world.

There is no turning point for victory or defeat. Ning Chen knows his situation, so he never gives up for a moment, even though the battle is so hard.Fight for life, fight for life, fight for heaven, fight for fate.

In the dark, the glass color of the chaotic flame violently impact the suppression of the dark bottle, Ning Chen hands, two swords out of thin air.

The two swords are in the same sky, the evil spirit rises, and the endless chaotic flames quickly converge into the three immortal swords.

"Heaven and earth sing together, life and death are against fate!"

In the chaotic flame, I was surprised to see two flaming meteors burst out of the sky. The immortal sword turned into two streamers and drew two dazzling long tails in the dark to cut a way out.

Death and pestilence, the two dark kings, were slightly solidified, releasing their dark power and blocking the immortal sword.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden explosion in the sky, chaos in the sky and the earth, violent impact of darkness and light, but blood splashed in the three waterfalls, and the three people in the war situation vomited red.

There is a flaw in the dark game. In a moment, the flame of chaos turns into a wing. Ning Chen's step passes between the two dark kings and rushes out of the dark world.

In the hell prison, the dark abyss's face sank. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking back, he looked at the far away Phoenix. His right hand was empty, and a black long gun appeared.

The God of death reappears the killing move, the black long gun is thrown, the darkness passes through time and space, and instantly catches up with the Phoenix thousands of miles away.

The black spear penetrates the barrier of chaos flame and the body of Phoenix.

The dull hum rings, the void is covered with blood, but the Phoenix's body does not stop for a moment, and it goes away quickly.

"Cunning Phoenix, let him escape."

Pestilence looked at the end of the dark far away Phoenix, light way.

In front of him, the abyss gradually gathered his breath and said calmly, "he won't be so lucky next time."

In the dark world, thousands of miles away, the Phoenix scattered and walked out. After that, the Phoenix wings disappeared and fell directly from the sky.

At this time, in the distance, the Magic Butterfly came and caught the fallen cicada.

"Let's go back."

Huazhongdie looks at the man with white hair who has been badly hurt in front of him. A tear lingers in his eyes and says with a smile.

He's alive, that's enough!