The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In Prajna City, a sword of ancient color is inserted on the ground, and the noble and righteous spirit is constantly spreading, suppressing the spreading flames in the city. However, the fire in the city is too big to be suppressed for a moment or a half.

Far away, the war has become white hot. The bombardment and collision of one hand after another bring out waterfall after waterfall of blood. The figure stained with blood does not know the pain. One is crazy, the other is firm, and the separation is not clear. Only the splashing blood is dazzling, and it blooms the most gorgeous style in the night.

Xia Ziyi without sword is still the same He is extremely powerful. He is unshakable in his mind to get rid of demons. When he reaches the peak of his noble and upright spirit, he is bound to keep the disaster here forever.

Mingzi has the protection of Mingyuan. The recovery speed of injury is far faster than that of ordinary people. It's very difficult to deal with the injury without death.

"Don't let me down if you have no strength"

the injuries of the exchange become more and more serious, and the laughter of the heartless people becomes more and more crazy. The fierce battle makes the two people's bodies full of blood, shaking the ground with one fist, and the world is dark.

"Boundless learning"

without any nonsense, Xia Ziyi turned his hands to lift his Qi, and his noble and upright spirit rose continuously. A roll of golden ancient scroll spread out between heaven and earth. Suddenly, the dazzling golden words gave off a great light, and the oppression doubled. The unique knowledge of Confucianism reappeared in the world.

"The flame of hell burns the sky" the son of hell sees this, with luck extremely move, the flame of hell burns the sky surges out in the whole body, from the deep blue to the boundless black, terror power, seems to swallow the sky to destroy the earth.

It's a great move. The heaven and the earth lose color. It's a huge explosion that resounds through the night sky. It's the most good and evil. After one move, the victory will be divided.

Haoran's healthy qi engulfed the evil flame. After all, it was the positive pressure that overcame the evil. Mingzi retreated more than ten steps, and a terrible wound appeared on his chest. His heart was badly injured and his blood gushed.

On the other side, Xia Ziyi was also attacked by evil. He stepped back three steps, his mouth turned red and he was seriously injured.

"It's a pity that you still can't kill me"

Mingzi's beautiful face was still smiling, not affected by the victory or defeat at all. His feet moved, his figure retreated and disappeared into the night sky in a twinkling of an eye.

Xia Ziyi was just about to catch up with him. He staggered at his feet, vomited blood and dyed the earth red in front of him.

After the war, a desolate, undead body, shocking, the heart was hit nearly half, still difficult to kill, the retreat of the Hades, leaving only sarcastic words and dazzling blood, the road to kill evil is so difficult, extremely fierce war, but it is only the beginning.

Seeing that it was too late to catch up with Mingzi, Xia Ziyi was concerned about the common people in the sea of fire. Regardless of his injuries, he rushed to Prajna city.

In the burning city, there are many cries of bitterness, resentment, hatred and despair. All kinds of atmosphere spread all over the world, showing the true nature of human nature.

The Black Gold King's clothes finally arrived, and his body flashed into the sea of fire. He stood beside the Qiushui sword, his hands turned, and the marks of the road rose, which aroused the power of heaven and earth. Suddenly, the sweet rain came down, quickly watering out the beating flame.

Xia Ziyi's mouth, the blood spills again, the body of serious injury leads the power of heaven and earth again, immediately hurt and add injury.

"It's raining, it's raining"

the people outside the fire yelled excitedly and said crazily.

"God has eyes"

women and children kneel down, constantly kowtow and appreciate God's pity.

The flame gradually goes out, and a girl who is nearest to Xia Ziyi sees the truth. She is grateful and anxiously says, "prince, my brother is still trapped in it, please help him"

after hearing the words, Xia Ziyi steps into the ruins that have just been extinguished. Soon after, she finds a comatose boy in the corner of the room, waves away the obstacles and picks up the boy Children out of disaster.

"He's OK"

Xia Ziyi continues the life of the little boy with Zhenqi, and immediately gives it to the girl, whispering.

"Thank you, Prince"

the girl took over her brother and said gratefully.

Falling rain, let the destruction of Prajna city has a glimmer of life, Xia Ziyi do their best to save one life after another.

However, how many people can be saved by one person? Countless people are still buried in the fire and can never be saved.

"Kill you, the devil who can't help you"

the man who lost his young son looked ferocious, picked up the burning stick and smashed it.

Angry people, irrational and no longer afraid, show the ugliest side of human nature in the face of the respected crown prince.

One person, two people, gradually, countless survivors who lost their loved ones kept picking up stones and throwing stakes.

Curse, abuse, extremely vicious, the ugliness of human nature, this moment, all show no doubt.

"Stop, it's the prince who saved us"

the girl's face was worried and kept blocking the crazy people. However, since they were crazy, how could a weak woman stop them.

The girl was pushed to one side, the anxious cry was also annihilated, and there was no more waves.

Stone flying, protected by the true Qi block, a bloodstained Xia Ziyi step by step forward, heart bursts of pain, is unable to kill the remorse, is unable to save the guilt.The sound of abuse in the ear, the road curse add body, let seriously injured far away figure, more and more heavy.

Yongye god religion, two huge palaces are located on the western land, the first palace, Wujun out, on the throne, empty.

Today, Zong Qianqiu is in charge of the affairs of the two halls.

Zong Qianqiu didn't pay much attention to the fact that Tongguang general was seriously injured and was sent back. After he ordered people to take good care of him, he continued to do it.

In the second hall, zongqianqiu pushes the gate behind the throne and walks forward step by step.

I don't know how far I have gone, but the scene is transient, and a huge statue of the devil appears in front of me. Before the statue, a sarcophagus stands up, the breath spreads, heavy and powerful, especially the middle one. The terrible pressure distorts the surrounding space.

With endless years of precipitation, it's hard to imagine the profound foundation of the Yongye cult, especially in the number of strong people at the top, even the invincible summer.

Unfortunately, because of special reasons, these strong men are still sleeping, just like the former Emperor Wu and Zong Qianqiu, they are not allowed to be awakened until necessary.

Zong Qianqiu stood quietly in front of the statue for a long time, until the two Shenwu guards came, then he said, "how about that?"

"To the hall master, Xia Ziyi went to the southeast territory of Daxia, but there are not many clues about the whereabouts of Zhiming Hou," Hua Zhuang replied.

"Lord of the temple, these two people are serious troubles of the god religion. They should be removed as soon as possible," suggested canfeng.

Zong Qianqiu nodded and said, "since the trace of Xia Ziyi is clear, let's start from him first"

"subordinate please fight" Huazhuang said calmly.

"Oh? Can you be sure, last time you lost miserably? "Longitudinal Qianqiu flashed a strange color in his eyes and asked.

"We will live up to our mission" is the firm way of Huazhuang.

"Go ahead, don't let me down." Zong Qianqiu waved.

Hua makeup salutes respectfully and immediately turns away.

"Lord of the palace, Xia Ziyi's strength is incomparable. I'm afraid it's very difficult for Huazhuang to complete the task," said canfeng with a worried face.

"Unimpeded"

Zong Qianqiu didn't care, "I have my own arrangement"

after hearing the words, canfeng was silent, didn't say more, and quietly stood by.

Around the first Hall of Yongye, there are many palaces of different sizes. In one of them, the Tongguang general in blue went out and observed the position of each palace without leaving any trace.

There is no doubt that the highest hall is the first temple in the legend of eternal night. As for the palace in the distance, which is no less powerful than the first temple, it should be the second temple for thousands of years.

There are countless palaces of the Yongye temple. Since the appearance of the second temple, all the palaces have been covered by large formations for tens of miles. As long as people enter, they will immediately attract attention.

The "Tongguang general"

after seeing the figure in front of the hall, the patrolling guard saluted one by one and immediately went on.

Ning Chen nodded, did not speak, looking at the distance of the first temple, the eyes flashed.

What he wants about the restoration of Qi sea is probably there. He must find a chance to go in.

Just when Ning Chen was distracted, the whole land of eternal night god suddenly vibrated, and the big arrays were suddenly bright and dark, as if something extraordinary had happened.

In the abyss of darkness, in front of the statue of the devil, next to the sarcophagus in the middle, a gorgeous sarcophagus shakes, arousing the resonance of the surrounding world.

Longitudinal Qianqiu side, remnant wind look slightly changed, subconsciously back a step.

See the change of the sarcophagus, even longitudinal Qianqiu brow is wrinkled, showing a look that people can't understand.

After a short period of panic, canfeng immediately knelt down and saluted respectfully.

"It's remnant wind. Get up. You look like you don't want to see me wake up"

in the sarcophagus, the pleasant voice comes out with charm and elegance, but the contradiction is perfectly integrated.

"Zong Nu is joking. Zong Qianqiu certainly welcomes Zong Nu to wake up, but now seems not the time for you to wake up." Zong Qianqiu says lightly.

"Oh," a light smile came from the sarcophagus, saying, "I've been in it for too long. I'm a little stuffy, so I'm ready to go out for a walk"

Zong Qianqiu doesn't say much anymore. According to the meaning of the person in the sarcophagus, he knows that this woman is not the one he can control.

The next moment, a strong breath spread in the dark, the surrounding earth shaking more violently, the beautiful sarcophagus slowly opened, rumbling sound, a touch of beautiful shadow out, however, before we can see the appearance, it has disappeared from the dark abyss.

"Temple master"

canfeng looks at the person who left, and a trace of fear and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Zong Qianqiu raised his hand to stop the former from saying more. He turned and walked towards the temple. His eyes narrowed slowly. Zong NV was born, which was beyond his expectation. She never played cards according to common sense, which was very difficult to control.However, there is no doubt that zongnv's strength, if we can make good use of it, will be a great help of the divine religion.

It seems that he has to rearrange his plans for the future.