The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ning Chen's fists are white. He looks at his friends in the first temple and feels heavy in his heart.

"Let's go back"

Prince Yan waved back the green and red double swords and said.

Ning Chen knows today anyway can't bring back son clothes again, in the heart a sigh, turn round to follow to leave together.

When the army retreats and retreats in the summer, the third Hall of Yongye appears, and the war will change again. The victorious Marquis looks heavy, so he has to go back and make arrangements to deal with it.

Prince Yan returns and takes them to the imperial city of Daxia. They haven't come back for many years, so they have to go back to have a look.

It's such a long way to go. Ning Chen has a lot of worries and frowns. Aman reaches out his little hand to smooth the frown of the former and says in a soft voice, "it's not good-looking"

Ning Chen presses down her mind and just smiles. Over the years, the only thing that hasn't changed is aman.

It's hard to travel. There are thousands of rivers and mountains. Prince Yan is not in a hurry. Aman is not in a hurry. It's useless to be in a hurry.

No hurry, no slow pace, marching in the wilderness, simple and dignified green clothes dancing with the wind, living in the contemporary legend, amazing the ancient and modern.

"Elder" Ning Chen is anxious and says again.

"Static" Prince Yan did not look back, but calmly should be a way.

Ning Chen sighs, there is no way, can only continue to follow forward.

Ten days and ten nights, the three went out of Xijiang and into the hinterland of the Central Plains in Daxia. However, they were still far away from the imperial city.

His whole body is full of blood. Because of Xia Ziyi's being possessed by the devil, Ning Chen's heart is filled with anger. He forcibly suppresses the rebellion of Confucianism and Prajna city by extremely bloody means. However, the most taboo thing in his cultivation is to get involved in karma and not keep his original intention.

Prince Yan can see that Ning Chen is not far away from the fourth disaster. If the latter goes through the fourth disaster in the present situation, failure will only be the only outcome.

On the eleventh day, the ghost gas in front of him suddenly rises, and a red shadow appears on the road ahead. The Rocha appears, cold in the eyes.

"Deal with it, keep up with it"

Prince Yan said, without stopping, he took aman to move on.

Ning Chen looks at the ghost female that suddenly appears, in the Mou flashed one to put on startled color.

Red wedding dress is still bloody, charming and moving face without red silk cover, so beautiful, people lost.

Since that day's parting, the two met for the first time. The ghost girl who returned to Luocha's body was more and more gloomy. Those who were in a state of uncertainty would lose themselves in an instant.

Luocha is originally a symbol of the evil in the underworld. It is merciless and bloodthirsty. If you have love, you will taste it with painstaking efforts.

"If I am possessed one day, will you be like Xia Ziyi to fight the immortal night cult?" the ghost girl asked.

Calm words, with a trace of coldness, Luocha is affectionate, but the fate is merciless. Eight to nine of the ten disappointments in the world, Luocha women in the underworld, once they return to their original heart, human nature will gradually disappear, until they ascend to the Lord of the underworld.

Luocha is originally evil, but good looks are just like a mirror. Although it makes Luocha nostalgic, it can't keep it after all.

Ning Chen didn't know what was behind the ghost girl's words, but he nodded seriously and said, "we are friends. Ning Chen is duty bound to be friends"

the ghost girl's cold eyes flashed a light and said in a soft voice, "it's enough to have you. If I am possessed in the future, you don't have to be merciful. The ghost girl is willing to meet you later"

the words fall, ghost When the fog rises again, the red shadow disappears. In a twinkling of an eye, it disappears between heaven and earth.

"Ghost girl"

Ning Chen came forward, but only touched a touch of residual red, and could no longer leave a figure in the ghost fog.

On the road ahead, Prince Yan went forward step by step, and did not care about the affairs of the younger generation behind him. Whether it was robbery or fate, he had to go through it by himself.

"Aman, he has been following you for ten days. Did he ever feel a sword breath?" Prince Yan asked.

Aman shook his head and said, "no"

"ah" Prince Yan asked no more questions and went on.

Fool, fool, many times, the points are not so clear.

If we only talk about intelligence and ingenuity, ten barbarians can't be equal to one ningchen. Except for the former military adviser in the imperial court of northern Mongolia, perhaps no one in the world can surpass this younger generation.

It's a pity that cleverness doesn't mean high talent. Ning Chen is smart enough, but he has too much obsession in his heart, so it's hard to clear the heart of the sword. If he can't put it down, he may not feel the existence of the sword breath in his life.

The rear, rather Chen followed up, because of the ghost girl's affair, the worried color between eyebrows is deeper.

Aman once again reached out to smooth the frown of the former and said in a soft voice, "it's not pretty"

Ning Chen returned to his senses and laughed, but his smile became more and more reluctant.

"Give me your sword," said aman, taking the former's hand.

Ning Chen was stunned. Before he spoke, aman put his other hand on his chest.

"I want this sword in it"

it's self-evident that it's important to know one's fate and tie one's life with blood. However, aman has asked for it.

Ning Chen only refused aman once in his life. Since then, no matter what happened, he never said no again.This time, it's the same.

"En"

Ning Chen didn't have any hesitation. When he turned his right hand, Zhenyuan urged him to move. In the blood mist, Zhiming sword slowly rose and reappeared in the world.

On the body of the blue sword, there are many blood veins, and the dazzling blood light flows, as if there is real life, which is extraordinary.

Aman took the sword, and the next moment, he entered the body and chose the master again.

They are connected by blood, and there is no problem of blood rejection. After a moment, the blood light dissipates and converges.

Ning Chen looks slightly pale, lost the sword of tie life, the breath also weakened a lot.

The next few days, the pace of the three people, more slowly, Prince Yan to Ning Chen time to recover injury, lost the sword, no matter who, can not quickly recover two days a day.

Fortunately, ningchen foundation is extraordinary, and there is phoenix blood to protect the body. After five days of recovery, there is no big problem in general.

"Boom"

just as they were on their way, the eastern sky suddenly darkened, thundered and trembled for nine days.

Ning Chen looks a shock, a glance will see the location of the thunder, is the direction of eclosion valley.

In eclosion Valley, the thunder roars for nine days, and the master of the realm is in China. The reappearance of the quadrupole master of the realm has a better breath than before. His face is much younger than in the past, and his power is suppressed, which is earth shaking.

At this moment, the congenital strong people in the whole land of China felt the strong and unshakable breath, and their faces were startled.

"Oh?"

In the third Hall of Yongye cult, a light voice came out, obviously surprised by the sudden change.

"The land of China, ha ha"

the understated smile grows bigger and bigger, and the arrogance of the most powerful is beyond doubt. The sad cry of China seems to herald a greater disaster.

"How can it be like this"

Ning Chen's fists clattered, and his eyes looked at the figure in the distant sky, and his heart felt powerless.

In the west, there is the strongest leader of the three halls of the Yongye cult, and in the East, there is the reborn leader of the quadrupole realm. This time, what else can he do.

At the same time, the five Marquises from all sides of Daxia felt that their eyes were unprecedentedly dignified and resolute. The Millennium Daxia should never have an accident in their generation.

Strange oppression, so heavy, spread in the eastern sky and open, suddenly, Ning Chen heart suddenly flashed a white memory, immediately more and more clear.

The faint breath, though not obvious, is not imperceptible at all. The white cocoon found in Lingchuan Mi Valley has similar pressure.

Ning Chen's complexion sinks, if really is like this, that really is again bad.

He hasn't found a way to deal with the white fog insect tide. Last time he had to cut down the roots in the future, he didn't expect to leave such a big disaster behind.

"Let's go, keep going," Prince Yan said calmly, and then went on.

"Master" Ning Chen how to settle down again, urgent voice way.

"Quiet heart" Prince Yan not moved, light way.

Ning Chen in the heart anxious, but have no way, follow behind, step by step patience to go.

More than ten days later, the three finally arrived at the imperial city of the great Xia Dynasty. After the Confucianist rebellion, all the barracks of the imperial city were mobilized. A commander of the Imperial City knelt down immediately after seeing the figure in green.

"Meet Prince Yan"

the soldiers in the rear area were shocked to see the commander salute, and then they knelt down to salute respectfully.

"Meet Prince Yan"

when the seven kings had an accident, the Xia emperor was possessed, and the blood of the royal family of the Xia Dynasty almost withered away. Now the most legendary Prince of the Xia Dynasty has finally come back.

"Get up"

Prince Yan walked forward without any stop, all the way to the palace.

Ning Chen and a man walk behind and go together.

The return of Prince Yan, the palace of the great Xia, a soldier knelt down to greet, the legend of the great Xia, now finally back.

In the center of the Imperial Palace, the Tianyu hall, which once represented the glory of the great Xia Dynasty, has disappeared. Prince Yan took a look at it and immediately went to Weiyang palace.

After Xia Ziyi was possessed by the devil, the only blood of the royal family was chier, who was under four years old. The political affairs of the imperial court could only be sent to the Weiyang palace to ask the eldest grandson who was still on the bed to make a decision.

The warning of Confucian school and Prajna city can be seen clearly. After seeing the bloody means of Zhiming Hou, all the ministers in the court were much more stable, and no one dared to touch his head at this time.

Each and every crime of the Confucian school was found out by the Supreme Court and announced to the world. Even the case of poisoning the kings is now well documented, and there is no room for any sophistry.

The method of extorting a confession is the best in the world, and the secret room of torture has almost become a forbidden place for the whole department.

Tailishi asked everything he wanted to know from the commander of the army, and he was more responsible for the rebellion of the Confucian school.

The most important thing is that in this special period, anyone who wants to make trouble must seriously weigh whether his own life is tough or that of a man who knows his destiny.

It's not a dream, it's a real thing. It's one of the bloodiest counter rebellions in the great Xia Dynasty.In Weiyang palace, Prince Yan comes along with two younger generations. Lime comes forward to greet him. Then he leads aman to one side and leaves room for the three to talk.

Ning Chen looks at the eldest grandson sitting on the sickbed. A touch of sadness flashed in his eyes. The empress who tried to protect him is really old.

With his beautiful face, more haggard and tired, and successive blows, Chang sun's not so good body was finally hard to support and became increasingly weak.