The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

At the top of the heavens, the magic way collapsed and the Kendo fell. It was a great war that shocked the ancient and modern times. The first martial god in heaven and the legend of sword in the world fell.

Even the gods did not expect the outcome, who are hard to believe that ever since the invincible death of Hades.

Temple, after the fall of the underworld, the border disappeared, and Princess Luo stepped out, looking at the vast and boundless qichongtian in front of her, with a strange look on her face.

If Pluto is dead, the world will be in chaos.

During these days in the temple, she can clearly feel the power of many gods and demons in the seven heavenly realms. Before that, there was the king of Hades, who was awed and subdued by the gods. Now that the king of Hades has fallen, how can these powerful gods and Demons keep their peace again.

She and Ziyi should make plans early.

In the temple, Xia Ziyi, dressed in Xuanyi, has been sleeping for many years. In the past, he changed the way and saved his life with the help of the underworld, but he has never been able to wake up.

Concubine Luo turned back to the temple and looked at Xia Ziyi, who was always unconscious. Her eyes were full of tenderness.

No matter what, she will guard him.

At the same time, the world, the retrograde River, where the sword ups and downs, reincarnation, only the sword, the world with.

In the twinkling of an eye, 50 years later, Ning fan's cultivation went further and entered the realm of heaven.

The long white hair is so dazzling. After the change of heaven and earth, Ning fan's Shouyuan consumption is extremely fierce. Although his accomplishments are increasing day by day, it is difficult to fill the loss of Shouyuan.

Thousands of miles away, on the fairy mountain, Yueling devotes himself to practice. His cultivation is thousands of miles a day. Vaguely, he has to be a master of ningfan.

"These two are really abnormal."

On the Bank of the river, yin'er muttered softly.

It's abnormal to miss the best age of cultivation, but the speed of cultivation is still so amazing.

On one side, lime looks at the young man with white hair in front, but she looks worried.

His Shouyuan is consumed too fast. If the progress of the realm stops one day, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Boom!

At this time, thousands of miles away, the thunder, the sky fell.

"Broken again!"

The sound jumped up, startled.

On the Bank of the river, Ning fan, who feels the breaking of the moon spirit, opens his eyes and rises up with a sword.

Boom!

In an instant, thunder appeared in the sky, echoing each other.

The two men broke through again one after another. The clouds covered the sky, and the scene was spectacular.

Under the thunder, two people at the same time across the robbery, power earth shaking.

On the Bank of the river, Ning fan holds the sword and cuts away the cloud with one sword.

One hundred years of cultivation, cultivation has come to the realm of enlightenment, amazing entry, has not genius two words can describe.

Carved in the depths of the soul of the memory fragments began to look back, under heaven, Ning fan vaguely seems to see something.

And above the starry sky, a god of heaven stands in the sky, thousands of records. In the middle, the black air is turbulent, and the God of plague stands arrogantly.

In the front, the cultivation of the female master of Changling is pushed to the limit. Jiuyou devours the spirit of thousands of gods and suppresses the source of darkness.

After fighting for several days, many celestial bodies in the world have been consumed seriously. Even if they are blessed by the bright power of the immortal realm, they are gradually unable to do what they want.

The power of the dark is not what it used to be. The cultivation of the God of pestilence is on the rise. It is not far from the sixth realm.

The realm of creation, a brand-new and untouchable realm, is beyond the reach of ancient monarchs.

In the starry sky, the war is becoming more and more intense. The female master of Changling is close to the source of darkness. In the distance, the falling star holds the God's bow, and the star trace is full of bow, aiming at the key of the God of plague.

Not far away, mu qianshang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the source of darkness in front of him with a dignified look.

It's really a monster, and I don't know how to beat back the Lord of darkness.

They are immortal and powerful enough to be shaken. But for their large number of people, this battle would not have been fought.

In the center of the war, the God of plague's eyes swept over the celestial beings in the starry sky.

It's just a mole ant. It's blocked him for so many days.

For a moment, the plague distracts. In the war situation, the slender hand takes the life, and the evil spirit is as strong as the waves.

The God of pestilence came back to meet her with one hand and stopped the empress of Changling.

In an instant, in the distance, a blue arrow came through the air, and the arrow hissed, which was very harsh.

"Well?"

The God of pestilence turned to avoid the light of the arrow. His mind was uncertain. The scene of the war was transient. The white water of Heishan and the snow sword forced him to come.

With the sword as the pen, the sword means ink. According to the eyes, a series of ink sword light stabs the God of plague's chest.

The God of pestilence waved his hand, and the dark breath gathered together, and the light of thousands of swords was scattered.

After fighting for many days, the God of plague became more and more impatient. His left and right palms merged, and the black air surged out.

In the war, nvzun, luoxingchen, muqianshang and others saw this, their looks changed slightly, and they immediately retired.

The mighty and endless dark power is unparalleled. The Tianzun in the center of the war situation is impacted, and the corners of his mouth are red."When I devour the last source of the world, I will deal with you!"

On the starry sky, the God of pestilence took a look at the retreated worshippers and left with a cold hum.

"Don't let him succeed, chase him!"

The female Zun said in a voice, took a step and quickly caught up with her.

In the rear, falling stars, mu qianshang, Yi Xuanmiao and others swept out and followed them one after another.

ZIWEIXING, under the heaven, Ning fan's eyes are more and more clear. Looking back at the two people on the bank, he finally sees their appearance.

He could feel that they had been with him for many years, but he couldn't see them.

Purple Osmunda star domain all sides, the dark breath diffuses, swallows the original strength between heaven and earth.

Visible to the naked eye, the stars of life turn into death stars, and the last pure land in the world will disappear.

The God of pestilence is getting stronger and stronger. It's only one last step away from the sixth realm.

ZIWEIXING, Ning fan and Yueling, who are in the process of plundering, look at the sky.

I can only see the sky above, the dark atmosphere blots out the sun, and it's so gloomy that it's hard to breathe.

By the river, lime and yin'er see the change of the sky, and their looks change.

Dark power, bad!

The green lime steps, the figure rushes to the sky, twists the finger with both hands, and the lotus is shining all over the body.

The green lotus blooms, blocking the continuous spread of the dark atmosphere, and the corner of the mouth of the lime, a little bit of blood overflows.

"So, you're hiding here."

At this time, on the horizon, a figure in black appeared. The God of plague came out and looked at the people in the sky with a cold look.

Feeling the killing opportunity from the sky, Ning fan raised his head and frowned.

Where the sword trembles, Ning fan steps at his feet, and his figure rises to the sky, preemptive.

"Don't think too much of yourself!"

The God of plague raised his hand and clapped it with one palm. He directly slapped down Ning fan, who rose from the sky.

With a bang, Ning fan fell into the river and gradually rose several Zhang waves.

Thousands of miles away, on the fairy mountain, the moon spirit is watching the sky, and the beautiful eyes flash with different colors.

At this time, a series of figures appeared in the void, led by nvzun, luoxingchen and others, and pursued by the heaven in the world.

"Oh, this life's knowledge of fate is really weak."

The setting star looked at Ning fan who was photographed in the river, and said with no smile.