The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the starry sky, Yan Jun wakes up and breaks into the realm of heaven.

Thunder came all over the sky, destroying the stars in the sky.

It's amazing that the hell broke out in the hell. The eighteen hells in this world can block many disasters.

The power of shocking the world, human resistance to heaven, after a lot of natural calamities, the hell Yan junquangong broke out, hard resistance to the creation of catastrophe.

Outside the Tianjie, ningchen looks at Yanjun, who is in front of him, with a more dignified look.

It was not until Baishi's memory recovered that he understood part of the secret of the immortal corpse parade.

In the immortal corpse tour, it's just a body of the hell, and the soul of the hell is not in it.

Just like this, in the immortal sedan chair, the hell is just an immortal corpse, immortal and immortal.

The ghost girl he knew was the reincarnation of the spirit of hell, but the ghost girl was just one of them.

If the spirit is not complete, the consciousness of the hell king is extremely unstable and may go crazy at any time.

In the starry sky, under the heaven's calamity, the hell Lord looks violently in a trance, and his body is unstable.

Gradually, the blood red color in the eyes of Yanjun disappeared, and a trace of Qingming was restored.

Hunhun Hun wind around the ghost gas, the power of earth shaking, to block another heavy disaster.

"Immortal

The hell Lord opens his mouth and whispers.

In front, Ning Chen hears speech, look a shock, way, "you restore memory?"

"My three souls are incomplete, so it's hard to stay awake for a long time. However, I have no regrets to see xianzun come back." The hell answered.

"You are the emperor of hell. You know more about spirits than anyone else. Why don't you find the two lost souls?" Ning Chen doesn't understand a way.

"It's hard to make it clear for a moment, immortal. I know you've been looking for Xia Xinyu's soul. Although I can't fully feel her spirit, there is a law for everything. The pure rises, the turbid sinks. The spirit is invisible. Now the hell is destroyed, and the spirit has nowhere to go. It's impossible to stay in the world for a long time." The hell Lord calms down.

"Not in the world."

Ning Chen whispered softly a, ask a way, "do you mean sky?"

"Well."

The hell Lord Yan nodded and said, "heaven has nine layers. If the spirit keeps rising, the final way home is only nine layers of heaven."

"Jiuchongtian."

Ning Chen's expression coagulates down, that is troublesome, want to go to nine heavy sky, inevitable, then again to eight heavy sky of that God.

"Boom!"

At this time, on the horizon, thunder broke the sky and came again.

Eighteen hell block thunder, a lot of hell collapse, aftershocks, hell body a stagger, eyes appear again a touch of blood red.

Consciousness is about to be confused again, and Yan Jun in the hell covers his painful head with his hands and tries to keep sober.

"Yan Jun, heaven, have the thirty-three leaders ever been reincarnated? How to find them. "

Seeing that the ghost goddess's consciousness is about to lose, Ning Chen's face shows an urgent color and asks.

"Has been, has been reincarnated."

The hell Lord covered his head and said intermittently, "with the Tao The Taoist school's skill is to return to heaven and reverse the time. You can see the trace of the Taoist school's leaders. "

With the sound of words, Yan Jun's eyes turned into blood red immediately. With a long cry, the ghost yuan rushed to the Ninth Heaven.

In a flash, the ghost gas spread rapidly in the starry sky, turning the starry sky into a ghost prison.

"Come on, let's go!"

In Senluo ghost prison, the voice of the hell king came out, saying.

But seeing the starry sky, it began to collapse from the hell of senlo and spread all around.

The scene of terror, stars into hell, devouring everything.

Ning Chen sees this and immediately takes ghosts and other people back.

Hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, the stars continue to disappear, no longer see a glimmer of light.

I don't know how far back, in front of the sky has completely disappeared, together with the traces of hell also disappeared.

Ning Chen's expression coagulates, and his divine sense spreads, but he can't find the breath of hell.

"Yama controls life and death. It won't happen easily. Don't worry."

One side, dusk into snow mouth, comfort way.

"I understand."

Ning Chen nodded, didn't say much, turned away.

Ten days later, in the star realm and star space of Ziwei, Ning Chen used daomen's skills to find the reincarnation of daomen's leaders.

Thirty three Taoist leaders, who had been transformed into heaven, were extremely powerful and would not easily disappear from the world.

Day by day, Ning Chen finally saw the reincarnation of the Taoist leaders from the passing time and space.

After finding the trace of 33 Taoist leaders, Ning Chen's Phoenix Fire rises all over his body and drinks deeply. He goes into time and space to recast the Taoist Taishi sword.

The first magic sword of daomen, which was once famous in China, is now reappeared. It is tempered by Phoenix Fire and made out of nothing.

It's a brilliant weapon with a sharp edge. It can be seen that the wind of a gentleman in the Taoist school.ZIWEIXING, a big star of life, an old man with white hair and beard is walking hard on the stone steps on the mountain step by step. His breath is rising, but his body is almost collapsed.

After the end of life, the glory of the old man's divinity is more and more shining. The divinity transcends the physical body and emerges from the physical body.

Gradually, the spirit of the old man stood in the void, shining. Looking at the world below, a smile appeared on his face.

"Well?"

At this time, the old man looked at the sky, immediately stepped, and flew to the starry sky.

On the starry sky and the rising and falling Taishi sword, the wind of Taoist gentlemen is more and more powerful, surpassing any magic weapon in the world.

Ning Chen sees the old man, polite a gift, way, "see the chief."

Touching the wind of the Taoist gentleman, the old man looks in a trance, and his memory is flooding in.

After a while, the old man woke up and returned the gift politely.

This scene seems to be the epitome of time. From this day on, Zhiming and others have come one after another to help the Taoist leaders recover their memories at the last moment of their lives.

The 33 leaders of daomen were once sent to Taishi sword. Their spirits were almost inseparable, and they were deeply involved with each other.

There are 33 Taoist leaders, including men and women. There is no doubt that each of them is a brilliant man. After the drastic changes of heaven and earth, his cultivation has broken through the limitations of the past and reached a higher level.

However, restricted by the spirit, the Shouyuan of the thirty-three Taoist leaders is not long. Even if they break into the realm of heaven, they are no more than a thousand years old.

In the starry sky, when the last Taoist leader arrived, he looked at the figures in front of him, and his face became clear from confusion.

"Fellow practitioners, you are all right."

The last Taoist leader saluted. He was as elegant as any fairy or goddess.

"You're all right."

After that, one of them disappeared and returned to one.

Ten steps away, Ning Chen looked at the figure in front of him, with a smile on his face. He saluted respectfully and said, "younger Ning Chen, I've seen the elder of heaven."

"Zhiming Hou, meet again."

At the same time, the voices of 33 Taoist leaders, including men and women, the old and the young, echoed between heaven and earth.