The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the starry sky, thirty-three chief leaders return, and heaven reappears to the world.

After several years, the world has changed dramatically after the doomsday. Thirty three Taoist leaders are not what they used to be. Today, thirty three people are integrated, and their momentum is far better than in the past.

Ning Chen looks at the sky in front of him and salutes respectfully.

Today, he has paid back the grace of preaching in the past.

"Know your destiny."

In the starry sky, the voices of 33 Taoist leaders are different, either sharp or vicissitudes, or soft or severe, "you are stronger after tens of thousands of years."

"Thank you for your praise."

Ning Chen smiles a way, "the elder generation is also different."

The emperor nodded his head and looked into the distance. He said, "the gate is prosperous, and the younger generation has their own destiny. We can rest assured."

"There's something wrong in the world. It's too good. I can go there." Ning Chen suggested.

"That's what I mean."

Heaven nodded and looked at the white haired man in front of him, saying, "is Zhiming Hou going with him?"

"The younger generation will not walk with the elder generation before the things in the world are finished." Ning Chen answers a way.

"So we'll go ahead."

The voice of the word falls, the whole body of the heaven rises, enters the Tao with the body, breaks the void, and leaves the world.

Ning Chen is looking at the back figure that too ascends the sky to leave, the facial expression emotion is unusual.

Even when thirty-three daomenkui came back from the capital, he believed that earth shaking events would take place in this era.

Perhaps, after this era, the human world does not exist, or perhaps, the human world is flourishing, a century of prosperity.

"Cheng Xue, I'm going to shut up."

Ning Chen sees to the side woman, light voice way.

Dusk into snow silent, a moment later, nodded, "go, I will help you take care of ghosts and butterflies."

"Thank you very much." Ning Chen responds.

After this day, he closed the door and disappeared from the world.

In order not to expose ningchen closed place, dusk into snow with butterflies and ghosts left, walking in the end of the world.

Eight heavy sky, a pair of cold and merciless eyes looking at the world, always waiting for the ghost body power awakening day.

Xianyu is a powerful man in the world. With more and more powerful people rising up in the world, Xianyu is becoming more and more powerful.

As a self-contained immortal realm, the road rules grow slowly, and have been approaching maturity through endless years.

This is a gamble between gods and human beings. Gods want to escape from heaven and earth by virtue of the holy fetus, while human beings want to use the power of the immortal realm to kill the saints in heaven, including gods, and return the world to a pure place.

The competition between the two big worlds is either to transform itself into a new one and become the only Supreme Master in the old world, or to replace the old world with a new one and start from scratch.

In the unknown small world, the figure with white hair in plain clothes is sitting, and the breath of the whole body is constantly rising, and the breath is amazing.

On the void, three ancient and vicissitudes of the bridge of the road ups and downs, such as mountains, heavy and unusual.

Over the bridge of the three main roads, the bridge of the fourth road looms. On the stone bridge, an ancient sword is suspended. The sword is so powerful that it can cut thousands of roads.

For thousands of years, Zhiming's bridge of the fourth avenue has never been solidified. It is not that it is not strong enough, but that heaven and earth do not allow it.

The more powerful Dao is, the more strongly it is oppressed by the other avenues of heaven and earth. Knowing that he has mastered the three avenues is already a strange number. Now, it is even more difficult to achieve Kendo, which does not exist in the world.

As time goes by, countless swords on the Fourth Avenue bridge are solidified and turned into bricks and tiles paved with ancient swords. However, the Fourth Avenue bridge has never been fully formed.

In the human world, seven thousand years ago, dusk into snow with ghosts and butterflies have traveled through every ancient city in the world, experiencing all kinds of things in the world.

Nearly ten thousand years, the ghost does not seem to grow much, but the huge power in the body is more and more clear.

Dusk into snow face, sometimes show the color of worry, she knows, ghost body of this force is too unusual.

Now she is not sure that she can help ghosts suppress this force.

Seven thousand years later, the law of Xianyu Avenue has become more and more perfect and gradually separated from the big world.

In Xianyu, fan Lingyue, dressed in a light blue dress, stands still and watches the growth of Xianyu.

"Have you noticed the great power in the world?" Women often open their mouths and speak in a condensed voice.

"Well, ghosts." All listen to the moon.

"It's a terrible force."

Nvchang said with a heavy look, "if you wake up, even the saints of heaven will be afraid."

"The God of the eight heavens must have felt this power for a long time. There is only one reason for his delay."

Fan Lingyue said calmly, "the gods are waiting for the awakening of the power in the ghosts."

"It's really worrying that I have not come back yet."

She often sighed and said, "without the help of the power of the immortal Kingdom, he can't defeat the gods of the eight heavens.""It's no use coming back."

Fan Lingyue said calmly, "as long as Xianyu can't leave the big world completely one day, it will be affected by the rules of time. Even if he comes back, he can't win."

The woman often looks at the sky of thunder and says in a condensed voice, "Xianyu, it will take some time. I hope it will be too late."

Time. What they lack most is time.

In the world, in an ancient city, butterfly says goodbye to dusk and leaves alone, looking for opportunities to break through the bottleneck of martial arts.

Dusk into snow, ghosts looking at the butterfly left the back, eyes are reluctant to give up.

"Ghost, let's go."

After a long time, dusk into snow led ghosts away, disappeared at the end of the ancient city.

Time, finger is 3000 years.

In the immortal world, the thunder is surging. The immortal world is gradually separated from the big world, and success is imminent.

In the immortal realm, if you listen to the moon, you will feel worried instead of happy.

It's not good.

It's too late!

In the eighth heaven, the gods suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the world.

In the human world, ghosts and ghosts are surrounded by golden light, which shakes the dusk snow aside, and the breath of terror rushes straight to nine days.

In the eighth heaven, the gods step out and leave for the world.

Suddenly, eight heavy sky, wind and cloud rolling, a breath of the majestic figure from the sky, cold face, without a smile.

"I'm sorry, it's too good."

When heaven opened his mouth, thirty-three different voices echoed, shaking the earth.

"Man, you alone can't stop God." God opens his mouth, light way.

"I'm not alone."

After heaven, thirty-three figures appeared. In an instant, they condensed into one again. Thirty three leaders of Taoism represented thirty-three different kinds of Taoism with amazing momentum.

"Folly."

The gods turn their hands, and the boundless power swings away to attack the human beings ahead.

"The wind of a gentleman."

In the hands of heaven, Taishi sword comes out, and the famous moves of Taoism reappear. One sword cuts down, and the wind turns furiously.

Boom!

The first move in the battle between human beings and gods is to step back at the foot of heaven, and to fall a little.

At this time, in the distance, a beautiful figure came step by step, and the exquisite heart of the sword was so dazzling.

After ten thousand years, aman reappeared and stopped the gods.