The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The underworld, the Lord of the underworld, is an amazing battle. All the 18 hells we fight have to go back.

Ming Ming, who is in charge of the netherworld, has surpassed the ordinary saints and reached the level of the saint in the sky and the eighth God.

In the nether world, there is the will of heaven. After the ningchen war is in a disadvantageous situation, outside the netherworld, the immortal corpse parade comes quickly and breaks into the netherworld hell.

In the fairy sedan chair, Yan Jun of the underworld rushed out, dressed in bright red wedding clothes. In his hand, Yan Emperor bloomed a dazzling purple brilliance and chopped to the Lord of the netherworld with his sword.

"My dearest sister, how can your sword point at your sister?"

Mingming points to block the sword of Emperor Yan, looks at the woman in red in front, and says with a smile.

With a thump, Mingming's whole body was filled with Shengyuan, and thump shocked him back to the hell before him.

In the rear, Ning Chen saw this, and his face sank. His four swords were in the sky, and his power was pushed to the limit.

The sword shakes nine days and ten places. In the war, the figure with white hair in plain clothes passes by, and four swords flow in parallel, crashing into the Lord of the nether world.

All over the body, the holy yuan is in a sharp shock, which is hard to bear the power of the four swords.

With a great shock, Shengyuan broke up. Mingming stepped back at his feet, and a drop of blood fell silently beside his red lips.

Since the World War II, the Lord of the netherworld has suffered for the first time. Although it is not serious, it gives people the hope of going against God.

"Back off!"

With a cold cheering, Mingming raised his hand and directly slapped the life-saving man in front of him.

"Xianyu, and my dearest sister, you make me really angry."

With the sound of words falling, Ming Ming's body slowly soars into the air. Suddenly, in the dark world, ghost Qi is flourishing, and it comes from all directions.

"Let's go!"

When Yan Jun saw this, his face changed under the big red cap. He immediately grabbed his body in front of Zhiming, and looked back to shake the latter out of the war.

Boom!

At this time, in the war situation, the Lord of the nether world took a hand to destroy the sky and the earth, and directly photographed it.

There is no way to avoid or block it. The figure of hell, who has borne the hand of the Lord of the nether world, flies out and falls on the earth.

In the air, the big red cap was flying, stained with blood and dazzling.

Outside the war situation, Ning Chen sees the face of hell's emperor, and his heart trembles fiercely.

Ghost girl!

Even though there has been speculation for a long time, however, after seeing it with my own eyes, I still can't keep calm.

"Ghost girl!"

Ning Chen figure flits by, come to ghost female body front, lift it up, heartache way, "really is you!"

Years of ruthless, has changed everything, at the beginning, or a weak young man, she will appear in his life.

"Let's go!"

Ghost female weak ground said a, the corner of the mouth blood pool drip falls, dye red wedding dress again and again.

"For a heartless man, sacrifice again and again, my stupid sister, is it worth it?"

Mingming stepped forward, looking indifferent.

"It's all right."

In front of the ghost girl, Ning Chen reaches out his hand to hold the woman's face in front of him. He looks very gentle and says, "this time, I won't let you leave again."

Soft voice, gentle as water, this has almost forgotten the feelings of the world Ning Chen, this moment, face is full of gentle, rich cannot open.

The evil spirit is surging, like waves, like huge waves. The heavy and cold breath is surging. The devil knows his fate, but his face is more gentle.

In an instant, on the void, a huge bridge of the road appeared and solidified rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye.

The evil way, which is famous for killing and ruthlessness, is becoming the way in the most affectionate way.

Ning Chen gets up, starts the sword, does not say a word, the figure instantly sweeps out.

Boom!

With a shock, yin and yang are in chaos, and the netherworld is under the fierce impact of ghost Qi and evil Qi, and the whole netherworld collapses.

The underworld collapses, the power of terror swings away, and all three of them are shaken out.

"To die!"

In nothingness, Mingming's face sank, and the ghost Qi coagulated yuan, refusing to face the destiny ahead.

Ning Chen steps to stop the retreat, and his figure passes by. His body is full of evil flame, ten times of attack, and he is still in a fist.

Boom!

Fighting again, in the nothingness, the terrible storm surged wildly, destroying their bodies.

Close at hand, Ning Chen raises his hand and clasps Ming Ming Ming's left shoulder. He is full of evil flame and wants to burn the master of the nether world in front of him.

The devil's flame burns the body, and the clothes vaporized by the ghost all over the body are instantly destroyed. A large area of white skin is exposed, which is extremely dazzling.

Regardless of his accomplishments and identity, the master of the nether world is an absolute beauty, regardless of his appearance or temperament. However, he doesn't care about it, and Ning Chen ignores it.

Close combat is extremely dangerous. In the face of the fighting method of the Lord of Xianyu, Mingming is also not weak. He slaps on the former.Cultivation has reached the realm of saints, but their fight has returned to the most primitive physical fight of human beings. It seems ordinary, but in fact it is more and more dangerous.

Ming Ming's left shoulder was pierced by Ning Chen's fist, and the blood flowed across it, reddening large white skin.

Similarly, Ning Chen's right rib is also made a gap by the master of the nether world, and the white bone looms, which is very shocking.

However, their physical bodies are all extremely strong, even if they are seriously injured, they will recover quickly.

After several moves, almost all of Ming Ming's clothes have been burned. Maybe it's a woman's instinct. In the war, Ming Ming always intentionally or unintentionally hides some private parts.

It is precisely because of this that Mingming's hand is limited and he has been severely injured several times.

In the tragic and funny battle, neither of them kept his hand, and the only purpose was to kill the other.

They fight from the nether world to nothingness, and from nothingness to the strange small world. For three days and three nights, they don't know how many small worlds they have wasted, and their injuries are getting more and more serious. Even the saint's body can't be repaired in time.

Ten days later, almost all of them had been destroyed. Because of the heavy damage to their bodies, their accomplishments were hard to perform. If it wasn't for the faint sense of the holy power of terror, they would be no different from ordinary people.

In the unknown small world, their bodies fall from the sky and fall into the valley.

In the valley, the smell of red powder is full of air. A figure with a strange and beautiful face and difficult to distinguish between yin and Yang walks forward. He looks at the two people falling into the valley and smiles at the corners of his mouth.

Heaven treated him well, but he sent two saints to let him realize his dream.

The next moment, in the valley, the smell of red powder is strong, blocking all the spring.

In the breath of red powder, the two naked bodies twined up, and the body temperature rose sharply.

The light of spring is infinite, but it is covered by the smell of red powder all over the sky. From the outside, nothing can be seen.

I don't know how long later, the valley was quiet, and there was no more sound.

Half a day later, in the quiet valley, there was a terrible roar of anger. Even the sage was completely out of his countenance.